The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 569 Feng Yunshan meets Rothschild, Xianfeng is going to the East Coast (25th, please vote for me!)
The fragrance of Chinese tea wafted through the box on the second floor of the Palais de l'Industrie in Paris. Feng Yunshan looked at the Italian with a centipede-shaped scar on his left face. Ascanio Sobrero's right hand was always hidden under his cloak - he lost three fingers in a laboratory explosion at the University of Turin a few years ago.

"This is a handwritten letter from King Luo Wu," Feng Yunshan handed over a gold-stamped envelope with a dragon pattern printed on the edge of the letter paper. "He knows the research direction of passivated nitroglycerin."

His words were translated into Italian by Archbishop Paul.

Sobrero suddenly coughed violently, and his broken right hand grabbed the edge of the coffee table. Archbishop Paul was about to step forward to help him, but he saw the Italian chemist suddenly look up, his eyes full of desire: "Your Highness, do you mean that the angel's prophecy can help me solve the problem of nitroglycerin, a chemical compound that is too dangerous?"

This man is the inventor of nitroglycerin. He synthesized nitroglycerin in a laboratory at the University of Turin in 1847, and then he "successfully" blew up the laboratory, and was seriously injured. An invention with extremely huge commercial value not only failed to bring him profits, but made him disabled. This also made him discouraged and lost the confidence to continue researching nitroglycerin. Until Archbishop Paul Doria told him that the author of "The Book of Prophets", the angel in the East, could use prophecies to help him study nitroglycerin!
It sounds a bit absurd to rely on predictions for scientific research! However, an important way of scientific research is to pile up resources for trial and error. At this time, if there is a "magician" to calculate the approximate direction, it will not be twice the result with half the effort, but a thousand miles a day. For something like nitroglycerin, where trial and error can result in death, the correct "prediction" can not only save money and time, but also save the lives of scientists.

"Mr. Suo, here is a contract." Feng Yunshan took a sip of tea and took out a contract that had been drafted long ago. "As long as you sign this, when you arrive in Tianjing, King Luo Wu will personally tell you what to use to passivate the nitroglycerin."

Sobrero took the contract and looked at it. It turned out to be a contract inviting him to go to Tianjing, the capital of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, to serve as a university professor and to lead a laboratory for researching nitroglycerin. According to this contract, he could not only get a generous salary and sufficient funds, but also, after the "safe explosives" were developed, he could use the technology to invest in a 20% stake in a company specializing in the production of safe explosives and serve as the technical director. This was a great opportunity to gain both fame and fortune!

But is King Luo Wu’s prophecy really reliable?
Just as he thought of this, thunderous applause suddenly rang out in the hall of the Paris Industrial Palace. Sobrero was about to ask what happened, but Feng Yunshan spoke first: "It is the 55th psychic element! There is a prophecy about it on the 55th pillar among the 118 'Heavenly Pillars'"

Archbishop Doria translated Feng Yunshan's words into Italian, then made the sign of the cross on his chest: "This is the revelation of the Heavenly Father."

"No!" Sobrero made up his mind, grabbed the quill pen and signed the contract, "This is a deal between the devil!" He suddenly laughed wildly, "Because nitroglycerin can only belong to the devil!"

When this somewhat crazy Italian scientist rushed out of the box holding a sandalwood box filled with heavy gold bars, Doria had already sat down in front of Feng Yunshan: "Your Highness the Southern Prince, you shouldn't have handed the treaty to the British. They don't believe in God at all. They are real devils!"

"Archbishop, those 'Russian demons' you arranged on the Temple Mount." Feng Yunshan suddenly seemed to understand something, "They don't look real!"

Doria smiled bitterly: "Your Highness the Southern King, that was not arranged by me, and I have already asked them not to kill him."

"Who did it?" Feng Yunshan looked at Doria. "The Pope? He alone doesn't seem enough! Who else? Let me think." He recalled the information he had obtained from the long conversation with Luo Yaoguo the night before leaving Tianjing. "It must be that guy in Austria?"

"Emperor Franz Joseph!" said Doria.

"Yes!" Feng Yunshan nodded, "He must have a share, right?"

Doria smiled but didn't answer, just clapped his hands three times. The door of the box opened and two men wrapped in tweed coats walked in. One of them had an exaggerated mustache, and the other wore a monocle on his nose with a miniature six-pointed star on the chain.

"Karl Ferdinand von Buhl-Schönstein, the Austrian Foreign Minister." The man with the mustache took off his bearskin hat, revealing his Mediterranean bald head.

"Anselm von Rothschild." The man with glasses tapped the ground with his cane with a jade ring on it. "The Bank of Vienna is the property of our Rothschild family!"

"Rothschild" Feng Yunshan frowned slightly when he heard this surname. He thought of what Luo Yaoguo said to him that night: The Rothschild family is the emperor of the financial industry. They control the flow of funds in all of Europe. Our secret transactions with the Russians must not be hidden from them!

The stained glass windows of the San Francisco Cathedral were dyed blood red by the setting sun, and they looked particularly sacred on Hong Renzheng's python-patterned robe. The True Covenant Archbishop paced with his hands behind his back, while Huang Shiren and Lei Lao Hu, both wearing bishop robes, stood beside him with their backs bent. Xianfeng knelt in front of the statue of Hong Xiuquan and also put on a red bishop's robe. De Ling held a pure gold cross and a large gold chain for him - those were the tokens designed by Archbishop Hong for the True Covenant bishops on the West Coast. Xianfeng now wore a bishop's robe and received a large gold chain cross. He was already a bishop. Now he only needed to be assigned a diocese, and then he could take office and take charge of the church affairs of a county!

But Hong Renzheng has been reluctant to say whether to give the county to him?
"Master Zhao, you're having a blast distributing voting tickets in San Francisco." Hong Renzheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xianfeng, "But those Democratic bastards in Washington have already set their sights on us!"

Xianfeng felt a pang in his heart. Although the Republicans won a landslide victory in California, the Democrats had the last laugh in the US election!
Huang Shiren sighed, "In this year's election, Fremont lost to Buchanan in 15 states. When that old coffin-filled bastard takes office next March, the first fire will definitely burn California." Lei Laohu waved his fist, "In my opinion, the brothers in San Francisco should go to Philadelphia." He turned his fist into a palm and made a killing gesture, "Also arrange a Japanese female assassin for Buchanan!"

"Stupid!" Hong Renzheng grabbed the chalice and threw it at Lei Lao Hu, splashing wine on Xianfeng's face. "The Democratic Party is now holding on to the Brannan assassination case, and you're bringing in a presidential assassination case? Do you think our target isn't bright enough?"

"What the archbishop means is," Huang Shiren is now doing very well and knows Hong Renzheng's thoughts best, "we have to change the battlefield."

Hong Renzheng shook out a yellowed telegram from his sleeve: "The Federal Bank of New York rejected our bill yesterday, saying that our funds came from unknown sources and were suspected of bribery." He gritted his teeth and said, "Those vampires on the East Coast actually think our gold stinks!"

Lei Lao Hu gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's smash their vault!"

"What are you smashing?" Hong Renzheng rolled his eyes again, "Do you think the East Coast is the same as the West Coast? With so few people and guns in our hands, we are nothing on the East Coast!" As he said this, he took out an enamel tobacco box with a bald eagle pattern painted on it, looked at his confidant Lei Lao Hu, and after a while he said to Lei Lao Hu, "Tiger, we have to open a bank on the East Coast!"

"Go, go to the East Coast to open a bank?" Lei Lao Hu was stunned, "It's not easy!"

Hong Renzheng placed the enamel tobacco box on the lectern and said, "Tiger, this is for you. Lead the team to the East Coast!"

"Me?" Lei Lao Hu was shocked. "I don't understand."

"What do you mean you don't understand?" Hong Renzheng pointed at Huang Shiren, "He will help you!" Then he pointed at the kneeling Xianfeng, "And him! Master Zhao, you are familiar with the 'Sakura House' in San Francisco, right?"

Xianfeng's Adam's apple rolled: "Not bad, not bad."

Hong Renzheng said: "Go pick some that look small and follow Lei Lao Hu. Those white-skinned masters like this!"

Well, instead of being a county bishop, he has to go to the East Coast to "pimp"
Hong Renzheng did not give Xianfeng a chance to speak, but just said to Lei Lao Hu: "When you get to the East Coast, you can ask O'Connor and Lincoln for political and legal issues, and listen to Manager Huang for business matters, and add this!" He pointed to the enamel tobacco box, "Don't worry about not being able to make a breakthrough!"

Three days later, early in the morning, at San Francisco Harbor.

In the salty sea breeze, Huang Shiren directed the coolies to load wooden boxes covered with "church supplies" onto the cargo ship bound for the East Coast. Lei Laohu played with his newly acquired enamel tobacco box - it contained a "prophecy" that would allow him to quickly open up the situation on the East Coast, but he was still a little uneasy: "Old Huang, can we really do without a knife to kill people?"

Huang Shiren smiled lightly: "How could there not be any? Senator O'Connor is the first Irish senator. The Irish gangs on the East Coast are much more useful than those Japanese assassins! When the time comes, we will be responsible for pretending to be the good guys, and the Irish gangs will do the chopping!"

Lei Lao Hu wiped his palms: "I'm always a little uncomfortable!"

De Ling handed Xianfeng a gold-embossed copy of The True Covenant at the dock, with a handwritten letter from Feng Sushun tucked between the pages: "When you reach the East Coast, send this letter to England, and someone will come from England to help you."

Xianfeng looked at De Ling, who had just become the bishop of Marin County, and whispered, "Keep an eye on Zeng Da and Zheng Liu. Once they have learned English well, arrange for them to go to New York."

De Ling nodded heavily: "Got it! Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will go wrong."

When the steam whistle blew, Xianfeng had already led more than 30 beautiful girls on board the steamer. He found that one of them looked very pitiful and looked like Rinko.
(End of this chapter)