Chapter 641 Xianfeng: It’s bad, Hong Xiuquan and I have become relatives! (Please order, please vote)
In the Western Pacific, the Geely steam paddle ship.
This steamboat with a displacement of more than 2,000 tons of passenger and cargo is now carrying Feng Yunshan, Xianfeng, Chiyoko, Rinko, and two American brothers from Xianfeng, Emmanuel Lehman, the second among the Lehman brothers, and J.P. Morgan, the son of Junius Morgan in his early twenties, sailing on the boundless Pacific Ocean!
Their route to return to China this time was carefully planned, and they were divided into two groups. One was Huang Shiren and Zeng Jia and Linshu, who carried dozens of large sailboats, headed south, headed into the Indian Ocean, then crossed the Indian Ocean, and then went to Malacca to the South China Sea, and finally headed north to Shanghai.
It took five months to get there in the spring of 1859.
The other way is soon. I first take a steamship to Guatemala, take the trans-ocean railway to the other end of the Pacific Ocean, and then change to a steamship to cross the Pacific Ocean to Shanghai. This way saves time and can be completed in two months.
In this way, Feng Yunshan and the others could be three months earlier than the dozens of ships of grain - and these three months were the time for Luo Yaoguo, an angel who had never seen stocks, bonds, and futures, to give the Rothschilds time to harvest the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
At this moment, in a luxurious cabin of the Geely, the carved sandalwood bed frame squeaked with the swelling. Xianfeng collapsed on a brass bed, his stomach was so overturned, and cold sweat on his forehead was coming out - Xianfeng is now seasick again, and he is also very faint, almost as he had the first time he went out to the United States to travel far away.
While he was dizzy, he suddenly saw Feng Yunshan approaching step by step with an iron chain, and a red iron ball tied to the end of the chain - he knew it was a very powerful magic weapon. Even if Xianfeng didn't smash it to death, he would have to burn it to death!
"Salty Demon Head, it's time to go to heaven." Feng Yunshan's voice mixed with the roar of the steam turbine, which made people's eardrums hurt. The iron chain trembled, the iron ball roared towards the porthole, and the glass slag mixed with sea water splashed Xianfeng's face.
"Help!" Xianfeng rolled out of bed, and his head hit the Persian carpet. He opened his eyes but saw Chiyoko's hem of the hem of the hem of the hem of the hem of the kimono swept across his eyes. The Japanese woman was holding a hot towel to wipe his face.
"Zhao Si, why are you having a nightmare again? Did you do something wrong?" Feng Yunshan stood beside the carved screen, his moon-white long gown was spotless, his face was full of amiable smile, and he was also joking, that was he didn't treat Xianfeng as an outsider at all!
There were two foreigners standing bent behind Feng Yunshan, one was tall and handsome, Emanuel, the third son of the Lehman family, and the other was a young short and fat man, the young master of the Morgan family, Pierpont - that J.P. Morgan.
These two are both Xianfeng's "little brothers" - Xianfeng is now the chief officer of Taiping Trading Company, and they are managers and managers under the chief officer of Xianfeng.
Rinko walked forward with a lacquer box in a scattered way: "Zhao swears in his dream just now, "Don't burn me, but I was scared."
She lifted the lid of the box, and put mint paste in the hexagonal ebony grid, Rendan and celadon snuff bottles, which were all things that were anti-seasy.
It turned out to be a dream. Xianfeng breathed a little relieved.
"Let you laugh, I'm really not used to voyages." Xianfeng forced himself to stand up and saw the dark clouds outside the porthole, the wind and waves on the sea should be quite small, and the Geely waves were shaking very hard. While speaking, he took the mint paste given to him by Rinko and smelled it. A chill rushed straight to his forehead. The dizziness suddenly eased a lot. Then he stood up with Chiyoko's support and bowed to the Southern King Feng Yunshan, saying, "Your Highness, where are we now? Have you ever been to Japan? If there is really too little food in the country, maybe it can."
"There is no hurry to raise food." Feng Yunshan raised his hand to stop Emperor Xianfeng's words. Chiyoko presented a cup of tea at this moment. In the crisp sound of the porcelain cups colliding, he stroked the lid of the tea bowl and smiled: "There is a family matter to discuss with Zhao Si."
Xianfeng's heart thumped. Isn't Feng Yunshan's "family affairs" just the matter of Heavenly Father, Brother Tian, ​​and the king's family? It must be that the superiors found that the wrong person was caught, so they asked Feng Yunshan to dream and asked him to go up and get arrested.
"Although Chiyoko grew up in Japan, her ancestors were believers of the Heavenly Father for generations." Feng Yunshan pointed at Chiyoko beside him, "I want to accept her as her adopted daughter, and then promise her to Zhao Si as your wife. In this way, under the Heavenly Father's seat, you and I will be the relatives of the father-in-law and son-in-law."
The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly relaxed. Pierpont's blue eyes shone, and this shrewd J.P. Morgan immediately smelled the business opportunity. If Zhao Si really became Feng Yunshan's son-in-law, then the business on the East Coast in the future will be dominated by him. If he follows him, he is afraid that he will not have the chance to make a fortune?
"Nan, King Nan, are you kidding me?" Xianfeng's throat was tight, and his nails were pinching into his palm to stabilize his voice, "I, I, I, I have become the Heavenly Father, Brother Tian, ​​and the Heavenly King's relative?"
Feng Yunshan smiled and nodded: "Yes! From now on, you will be the grandson-in-law of Heavenly Father, my son-in-law, brother Tian, ​​king of heaven, king of heaven, king of earth, king of Wu, king of wings, Xuan Jiao, and Victoria's niece. They are of the same generation as Tiangui and others."
This is amazing. Xianfeng can sit at the table of children in Hong Xiu's family in the future
Xianfeng really didn't know whether to cry or laugh! He, the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, has not only become a long-haired emperor, but also a long-haired royal relative, and a grandson-in-law of the Father and God.
With this identity, he shouldn't be arrested and went to heaven, right?
Thinking of this, Xianfeng quickly got up and knelt down, and called Feng Yunshan three times: "King Nan, no, it's his father-in-law, Taishan, please give me a greeting!"
Feng Yunshan nodded with satisfaction while holding his beard, then glanced at Chiyoko again: "Qian'er, help your husband up quickly. Take good care of your husband. When you meet your Uncle Luo Jiu in Tianjing, you will hold a wedding for you and Zhao Si. Please don't want to host your Uncle Luo Jiu!"
"Thank you father." Chiyoko was also very happy - she was just Iga Ichino Ninja, a low-level warrior, and she was incomparable to Chiba around Hong Daquan. She could only do some dirty work, tiring work, and dangerous work. Being able to climb to Bishop Zhao has made her extremely satisfied, even if she is a concubine! As a result, in order to win over Zhao Si, Feng Yunshan actually accepted her as her goddaughter!
Even if her goddaughter of the Feng family cannot be compared with Linzi, she is worthy of being the upright Mrs. Zhao Si, a Ming matchmaker, after marrying her, she will be the dignified Mrs. Zhao!
November 1858.
HSBC Bank Building, Shanghai Bund.
The sound of whistles from the Huangpu River came one after another. In the five-story building that combines Chinese and Western styles, accountants in short jackets jogged in and out in their arms holding the account books. The copper-cast word "HSBC" shines golden in the autumn sun - what a golden signboard!
Outside a spacious office on the top floor, bankers kept waving their throats and shouting loudly, reporting the latest grain prices in the Shanghai Stock Exchange next door.
"Rice futures rose three more points!"
"Flour futures have risen by more than four taels!"
Between the blinds in the office on the top floor, Luo Yaoguo looked at the dense grain transport ships on the river, and his fingertips knocked out the rhythm of the "General's Order" on the glass. On the wall behind him was a map of the world's territory, two thick arrows were pointing from Henan and Zhili to Shanxi and Shaanxi and Gansu - there was also a big Zhou singing against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
However, the biggest trouble the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is probably not the famous religious regime that separatisted the northwest, but the rising grain prices.
"King of Wu, this is the autumn harvest report of the two rivers and four provinces." Maria held the account book and frowned. "The grain harvest in various places is still acceptable. Although it cannot be called a bumper year, it is at least a normal year. Why does this grain price keep rising?"
Xu Yuegui plucked the abacus beads and crackled: "According to the current grain price, our Sanxin Company lost five cents of silver per stone in the futures market. A short position of 100,000 stone will be a total of 50,000 taels!"
Wu Chaoyue shook his head repeatedly: "King Wu, predicted that the fund will lose more in the account of HSBC. The floating loss has exceeded 100,000 taels! Shengku Fund lost 120,000 in the account of Zhenyue Bank."
"Let Guangdong and Guangxi open another 2 million acres of sweet potato fields in Fujian." Luo Yaoguo suddenly slapped the table, which made Qingyu paperweight jump half an inch, "Continue to increase the position and short orders, and add another 500,000 stones to keep the futures price!"
"But." Wu Jianzhang's old face frowned, "Your Highness, the grain prices in various places are rising now, and grain merchants from all provinces jointly request a stake. If we release the rice and flour in the warehouse, there will be no food delivery in three months. If we don't release the food, the price of grain in three months may be."
Luo Yaoguo's secretary Fu Shanxiang came quickly at this moment. The talented woman who graduated from Taiping University bowed to Luo Yaoguo and said, "Report to King Wu! His Highness Nan's ship has arrived in Shanghai!"
A glimmer suddenly appeared in Luo Yaoguo's eyes. He grabbed the telescope and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window. In the direction of Shiliupu Pier, the "Jili" with the apricot yellow flag of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was slowly docking. A dragon flag symbolizing the King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was flying on this boat that was coming from the other side of the ocean.
"Prepare the car! I'll go to welcome the third brother." Luo Yaoguo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then he turned around and said, "Chaoyue, go to the Shanghai Exchange and release a short order of 500,000 stones of rice and flour. Remember, don't throw it out at once, slowly, so that they feel that we are not confident and very hesitant! In addition, after you arrive at the exchange, you will send someone back to the HSBC every five minutes to quote until the closing!"
Is this going to fool people?
The few people present were stunned.
Does this Angel Luo understand stocks, futures, and bonds? What he said seemed to be trapping the foreigner!
On the Huangpu River, the gangway of the "Geely" had just been put down. Feng Yunshan looked at the bank buildings lined up on the Bund and the buildings that were in full swing. He smiled at Xianfeng, who was stunned by his side and said, "Son-in-law, your Uncle Luo Jiu is not best at war."
Chapter completed!