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Chapter 541 The Devil Has Become "Open Source"! (Please vote and subscribe)
When "Commissioner Smith" kicked open the door of a cabin covered with tatami with his leather boots, Xianfeng's hands holding the red robe were already full of sweat. In fact, Rinko was not his woman, but she was ordered by Lei Lao Hu to take care of him for a few days when he was seasick. There was nothing wrong between the two of them. But Xianfeng still "lived in Zhao Si's" heart.
Ah Lin's eyes swept over Xianfeng, who looked grim. She seemed to have discovered something, smiled a little, bowed to Xianfeng, and said, "Shi Lang, don't worry, I'm fine." Then she walked into the cabin, knelt down on the tatami, and began to undress. The kimono belt fell on the tatami, and the ninja sword and the sword were taken out one by one. The American official's blue eyes swept over the two ninja weapons, and he didn't realize how dangerous this woman was. He suddenly grinned: "A Japanese woman with a sword? It's really a barbarian's taste. I like it."

Lei Lao Hu, holding a pipe between his yellow teeth, handed over a bag of US dollars: "Mr. Smith, this Miss Linzi is a waitress blessed by Bishop Hong himself. Please be gentle when you examine her."

The moment the cabin door closed, Xianfeng heard the sound of cloth tearing. He didn't know what happened, but he stood stiffly outside the door, his nails almost digging into the oak door frame. The crisp sound of "pa pa pa" mixed with intermittent Japanese sobs came from the cabin. At this moment, Xianfeng seemed to see his "harem beauties" fall into the clutches of Luo Yaoguo, Yang Xiuqing, Xiao Chaogui and others one by one. When Smith tied his belt and pushed the door out, Rinko was kneeling on the tatami, tidying up her messy hair. She looked unusually calm, and even smiled and said goodbye to Smith, but the bruise on her collarbone was a little glaring.

"Tell Bishop Hong that yellow-skinned pagans are not welcome in San Francisco." Smith said this to Lei Lao Hu with a smile as he walked out of the cabin carrying a bag of US dollars. He then pointed at Rin Zi and said, "Except her, of course!" Then he suddenly lowered his voice and leaned close to Lei Lao Hu's ear: "Tell Bishop Hong that Mormon friends brought two hundred Russian strongmen into the city from the port of San Francisco last night - they were dressed like fucking priests, and what they had on their waists was not a Bible."

A cold light flashed in Lei Lao Hu's eyes: "Thank you for your advice, may God bless you." He turned to Xianfeng, whose face was still blue, and shouted, "Zhao Si! Take Linzi to wash up, we must rush to the cathedral to worship God immediately!"

In the basement of the True Testament Cathedral in San Francisco, twenty hand-cranked printing presses are turning rapidly, printing out one "Golden Map" after another. The preachers in red robes then neatly place them into cowhide boxes. On each box, there is an address written in Chinese and English, all of which are the names of towns and cities in California.

Hong Renzheng held the hilt of the Seven-Star Sword and walked back and forth in the dimly lit underground printing factory, occasionally picking up a freshly printed map to look at it. Wu Chongyao followed him, holding his enamel tobacco box in his hand and filling his pipe with "gold thread".

"Hehe, everything is in the brilliant calculations of His Majesty King Wu!" Hong Renzheng folded a "golden map" in his hand into a piece of dried tofu, and then handed it to Wu Chongyao, "Give this to the Russian Grand Duchess and wait until that bull Brannan is ready to take action!"

Wu Chongyao took the golden map and looked at the busy scene in front of him, a little puzzled: "Bishop, why do you print so many golden maps?"

"Is it a lot?" Hong Renzheng laughed. "Only 40,000 copies were printed. There are 400,000 white people in California. Ten people can't get one. How can it be considered a lot?"

"Then everyone will know about it." Wu Chongyao put away the gold map. "The gold is not buried in one place, but scattered in a large area. It will take a while to dig it all up. If the people who got the map gather in a certain place, the news will be hidden. Everyone else will flock there."

"Not everyone!" Hong Renzheng interrupted, "The militiamen we really sent will not go. This is what His Royal Highness the King of Wu meant!"

Before he finished speaking, a hurried Cantonese voice came from the tunnel entrance: "The Tianwang has docked, Lecturer Lei wants to see you urgently!"

Hong Renzheng looked at Wu Chongyao and said, "Manager Wu, take Grand Duchess Natalia to see King Wu, and take the Tianwang to Tianjing."

In a reception room in the True Covenant Cathedral, Hong Renzheng sat on a grand chair with a letter from Hong Daquan in his hand. Lei Laohu stood opposite Hong Renzheng, while Rinzi knelt respectfully beside Lei Laohu.

After a while, Hong Renzheng had finished reading Hong Daquan's letter, and then smiled and said to Linzi, "Alin, Hong Daquan said in the letter that you killed many people with him?"

"Huh!" Rinko nodded, "There are eighteen people in total!"

"Never failed, and never been exposed?" Hong Renzheng asked again.

"Yes!" Rinko nodded again, "If you have any missions for Tianzhu, just give them to Rinko."

"Okay!" Hong Renzheng took out a folded portrait and handed it to Rinko. "This man's surname is Brannan. He's a big shot. He's currently living at the San Francisco Hotel. He likes women like you very much, but he has a lot of bodyguards. You can't approach him with a weapon. Can you handle it?" Rinko nodded and said with a firm look, "As long as I can get close to him, I can handle him!"

Hong Renzheng nodded, showing a satisfied smile, and then said to Lei Lao Hu: "Tiger, you did a good job!" Then he opened his throat again, "Call Jamie O'Connor to me!"

Jamie O'Connor pushed open the door and walked in, his Irish burlap shirt still stained with ink. The red-haired man in his forties saluted in Cantonese Mandarin: "Bishop Hong, forty boxes of blueprints have been loaded onto the carriage and will be delivered to all the towns between Sacramento and Los Angeles tonight."

Hong Renzheng slammed the Seven-Star Sword on the table, and the jade pendant on the scabbard jingled: "Let every tavern, brothel, and miner's tent be filled with golden pictures... Remember, let our people shout that there is a big gold mine in Alaska!"

O'Connor grinned, revealing the black hole where his front teeth were missing. "If those rednecks know the location of the gold mine, they will definitely forget the color of their own skin! By then, not to mention the Mormons, even Washington's army won't be able to stop the gold diggers from going crazy."

California is now a gold rush state. Everyone comes here from afar just to dig for gold. Well, they don’t love America! Except for a handful of top politicians, not many people put anti-Chinese sentiment above gold rush.

An open source map of West Coast gold mines will definitely make the whole of California excited - after all, the difficulty in digging gold is not how to dig, but where to dig!

Hong Renzheng said: "Remember, we must keep our people as rational as possible! Tell them that gold is not important, what is important is the government and parliament of California. Moreover, the food, clothing, housing and transportation of California are all in our hands! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Jamie O'Connor nodded heavily, then looked at Hong Renzheng expectantly, "I will become a member of parliament, right?"

Hong Renzheng nodded: "You will soon be a federal senator from California! The True Covenant will fully support you, and the Angel of Brannan has predicted his death!"

This Irish True Testament believer lifted up his robe and knelt down before the gilded statue of Hong Xiuquan, and kowtowed three times with tears in his eyes. His brother and parents all starved to death in the famine created by the English. Only he survived by sneaking onto a ship bound for the United States. He also found the true God. Soon he would enter Capitol Hill and become the most powerful person in the country on the hill.
Rinko knelt with her head bowed until Jamie O'Connor left. Hong Renzheng stuffed the portrait of Brannan into her belt. The edge of the portrait was stained with dark red, like dried blood. "Tonight Brannan will be at the San Francisco Grand Hotel, watching my cathedral being destroyed by his people," Hong Renzheng's fingertips brushed across the back of her neck. "This Mormon leader is very lustful, and he especially likes oriental prostitutes. After getting rid of him, find a place to hide. If you get caught, it doesn't matter, just protect yourself. Because... they want gold, and we want the whole of California!"

"Huh!" Rinko nodded heavily.

The luxurious suite on the top floor of the San Francisco Hotel has an excellent location, overlooking the entire city - but now San Francisco's appearance is not good, there are not many decent white masters' houses, most of the residents here are immigrants from Asia, their houses are very small and broken. Most of these people are engaged in the industry of serving gold diggers, such as opening restaurants, laundries, hotels, and various shops. Some people are opening casinos and brothels, and even opium dens. The rural areas, chicken farms, and pig farms outside the city are also opened by these Orientals.

It is so hateful that half of the gold that the white gold diggers in California dug out with great difficulty was taken away by these Orientals!
Of course, this is not what Brannan, the Mormon bishop, hates and is most wary of. What scares him the most is that these Eastern people are not only good at making money, they are also believers of the devil, and there is a powerful True Covenant sect that can bring them together!

Brannan, who started out as a charlatan and climbed his way to become a federal senator, knows how difficult it is to deal with a powerful sect. Because sects can not only unite people with interests, but also with faith. And because of faith, people who are united can be from all walks of life, and can even transcend skin color. This makes it difficult to fight against the True Covenant sect. What's more troublesome is that the True Covenant sect seems to have real demons - they have a damn gold map and know where all the gold on the West Coast is!

In a gold rush state, knowing where the gold is buried is like being God.
Before he knew it, it was completely dark. Brannan took a big gulp of whiskey from his glass and muttered, "It's about to start!"

"Knock, knock, knock" There was a sudden knock on the door of his suite.

(End of this chapter)