The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 633: Xianfeng: This is an opportunity to establish a South American Western Navy! (Requesting subscription, requesting tickets)

"I wonder what His Royal Highness the Southern Prince wants to say to Lehman Brothers, Morgan, Senator Davis, and Senator O'Connor?" Xianfeng said with a big smile on his face. "If it's convenient, could you please let me know first? I can make arrangements then."

Feng Yunshan nodded: "There is nothing to hide. I just want to buy tens of thousands of tons of flour in the United States and ship it back to Zhao Si in Heaven. Can this be arranged?"

"What to transport?" Xianfeng was stunned.

"Transport flour." Feng Yunshan stroked his beard and said, "The Kingdom of Heaven is a bit short of food recently. It would be better to transport tens of thousands of tons back than nothing."

Xianfeng thought: "You Guangdong bandits and rebels really don't know how to govern the country. It's only been a few years? You can't even eat at home, and you have to buy flour from America, which is so far away?"

"What? Can't you do it?" Feng Yunshan looked at Xianfeng with difficulty and frowned.

This is indeed a difficult matter!
It is too far from the east coast of the United States to the coast of China. You have to cross the Atlantic Ocean, the Indian Ocean, and the South China Sea. It may take several months to complete the journey. It is fine to transport some high-value goods, but transporting flour. That thing is so cheap, it is obviously a loss-making business. Who would do it!

And Feng Yunshan wanted a lot of cargo, tens of thousands of tons! A large sailing ship could only carry a thousand tons, and tens of thousands of tons would require dozens of large sailing ships, enough for a fleet! Wait, a fleet!

Xianfeng's eyes lit up: Could it be that this King Fengnan wanted to help the future South America build a Western navy? Or would the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom rebel! The terrain of South America is different from that of Yunnan and Guizhou, and it is close to the sea! Go by sea, to New York. Dozens of large sailing ships are packed with a battalion, and dozens of battalions landed in New York at once, cutting off the retreat of North America. Isn't this a win?
"It can be done!" Thinking of this, Xianfeng nodded heavily, "It must be possible!"

Feng Yunshan nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, okay, he is really a pillar of the Kingdom of Heaven! He can take on such a difficult task. The Kingdom of Heaven needs talents like you. Tell me, how do you plan to do it?"

After hearing what Feng Yunshan said, Lei Lao Hu and Huang Shiren were a little worried - was this Zhao Si talking nonsense?

"Your Highness," Xianfeng pondered for a moment, "We can do this. If we directly rent dozens of sailboats to transport tens of thousands of tons of flour to China, it would be a huge loss. A sailboat going to China would cost at least $20,000, and the freight cost for one ton of flour is $20, which is really a huge loss."

"It's indeed a bit of a loss." Feng Yunshan frowned - he was unwilling to do this loss-making business, but Luo Yaoguo's instructions were clear, asking him to transport tens of thousands of tons of flour to Shanghai at all costs, and to transport it to Shanghai in the name of Indian flour. I really don't know what Luo Yaoguo is doing?
One ton is 16 shi, tens of thousands of tons is hundreds of thousands to one million shi. If these spot flours really encounter the tens of millions of refugees fleeing from Shaanxi and Gansu, they can only last for half a month at most. But in a futures duel, they can play a big role.

In particular, dozens of foreigners manipulated the flour claimed to be shipped from India. India was the subject of grain bulls in this futures duel, and now it has turned from long to short! It is likely to cause a large number of small and medium-sized bulls in the market to defect collectively.
"So we might as well set up an Atlantic-Pacific shipping company in the United States, buy dozens of second-hand sailing ships, and specialize in Sino-US trade," Xianfeng suggested. "The money lost from shipping flour from the United States to China can be made up by silk, tea, berberine, porcelain, Japanese lacquerware, and spices from Southeast Asia shipped from China."

"Buy dozens of second-hand ships? How much will that cost?" Feng Yunshan asked.

"A second-hand sailboat costs $80,000 to $100,000," Huang Shiren replied. "That's still cheap! Dozens of sailboats would cost millions of dollars."

Feng Yunshan frowned and said, "That won't do. Not to mention whether we can make it back, we don't have that much money in our account!"

"Your Highness, money is not a problem." Xianfeng said with a smile, "The problem is to convince a Morgan, two senators, and three Lehmans that this business can make a lot of money!"

"What do you mean?" Feng Yunshan looked at Xianfeng.

Xianfeng explained, "They are not ordinary people. Senator Davis is known as the Oil God of Capitol Hill, and Senator O'Connor is known as the Stock God of Capitol Hill. They are well-known figures in the Democratic and Republican parties. Morgan and the three Lehmans are also bigwigs who can call the wind and rain in the New York financial circle. As long as they help to advocate together, people will follow immediately. We really want to pay a maximum of one million US dollars as start-up capital, and the rest is not a problem. We can even get those small ship owners with only one or two ships to join. In this way, it won't take long for us to build a fleet."

"One million US dollars is not a small amount!" Feng Yunshan scratched his head, "Does the East Coast Zhenyue faction have that much money in its account?"

Huang Shiren nodded: "Yes!"

"Is it true?" Feng Yunshan was surprised.

Xianfeng smiled and explained: "My subordinates used the information in the Book of the Minor Prophets to trick people into believing this."

Feng Yunshan looked at Xianfeng and thought to himself, "Great! The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has a successor! When I was performing shaman rituals, it was hard for me to get tens of thousands of taels of silver. But you can easily get millions of dollars. You are really a talent."

"Okay!" Feng Yunshan patted Xianfeng on the shoulder, "Zhao Si, go ahead and do it!" "Understood!" Xianfeng was overjoyed - with Feng Yunshan's endorsement, he could finally let go and do a great job in America, and at least send Davis, the "American Wu Sangui", to New York and Washington!

British Consulate, San Francisco.

Consul Bowen took off his monocle and slowly wiped the lens with a silk handkerchief. When he was sure that the British Consul in San Francisco had gone far away, he looked at De Ling, who was wearing the red bishop robe of the True Covenant sect, and asked in Chinese with a Cantonese accent: "Bishop, are you sure that Emperor Xianfeng of the Qing Dynasty escaped from heaven to the human world and even to the United States?"

If Wen Xian knew that he would ask such a question a few years ago, he would definitely think that he had changed his career to become a liar. But now, as a senior official in charge of British magical affairs, he had to say these words that sounded a bit like a joke in a serious manner.

"Sir Wen, I'm not sure that the emperor escaped from heaven, but I witnessed the emperor ascending to heaven with my own eyes! And the one who is now the bishop of Long Island County on the east coast is indeed the emperor. At least he looks like the emperor!"

De Ling took out a scroll from her bosom and slowly unfolded it in front of Wen Xian, Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao. They saw the copper exhaust pipe of the steam chariot emitting blue smoke on the yellowed rice paper, sixteen pairs of iron-clad wooden wheels rolling over cloud patterns, and the angel driving the chariot had the appearance of Emperor Daoguang.

"This is the 'Heavenly Father's Chariot' painted by His Majesty himself." De Ling spoke in clear Beijing dialect and tapped the dragon-patterned valve on the top of the chariot with his index finger. "His Majesty said that the steam train in the sky is much more powerful than the one on the ground. It does not require laying rails, and it does not burn coal, but a kind of black oil!"

Wen Xian put on his glasses again and observed carefully. He noticed that the chariot chassis was engraved with seal characters, which looked similar to the characters on the seals of Chinese officials. He suddenly heard Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao whispering beside him.

"Yes, it's the emperor's handwriting!"

"The driver looks like the late Emperor Daoguang. How come he is a driver in heaven?"

"There's something even more mysterious." De Ling then unfolded the second scroll, with the spokes of a flying bicycle clearly visible on the rice paper. In the painting, the immortal official was riding on a "cloud wheel" with both hands on the handlebars, and there was a brass bell hanging below the handlebars. "This is the mount of the Patrol Censor. The emperor said that when the streets of heaven are congested, the immortals must ring the bell to clear the way."

Yuan Bao's Adam's apple moved. This car looked similar to the one he rode when he saw Luo Yaoguo descend from the sky. It turned out that Luo Yaoguo was the Imperial Censor in heaven. He was a high-ranking official, no wonder he was so powerful!
"De Ling!" Bai Siwen suddenly interrupted, "Did His Majesty tell me how he escaped?"

"Yes, of course!" De Ling said, "He said that Hong the traitor."

Wen Xian interrupted immediately: "You can't call him Ni. He is the Queen's spiritual brother!"

"Oh, oh, it was the Queen's second brother and the Queen's eldest brother who were fighting in the sky. The battle shook the heavens, the stars lost their light, and even the prison in the sky was broken. That gave him a chance to slip out."

De Ling has improved now. Having been a charlatan for more than two years, he is now very familiar with talking about "myths".

"Who is the Queen's eldest brother?" Wenxian was a little confused and asked again.

"Ji Du!" De Ling said, "It seems that Ji Du and King Hong are not on good terms."

What? Jesus and Hong Xiuquan were at odds? The Bible doesn't say that.
Wen Xian quickly waved his hands and said, "Bishop, we mortals should not talk nonsense about the affairs of Jesus' family. Tell me what evidence you have to prove that Xianfeng really came from heaven."

"Yes! So much!" De Ling took out another letter sent from the East Coast and handed it to Wen Xian with both hands. "Sir Wen, look at this. This is a letter from the emperor sent from New York. The letter said that he had helped the federal senator from Mississippi find oil in Pennsylvania, which made Senator Davis earn a lot of dollars. Now he and Davis have become close friends. If there was no magic from heaven, how could the emperor help Senator Davis find oil?"

"What? Emperor Xianfeng also learned magic?" Wen Xian asked in surprise.

Bai Siwen and Yuan Bao were both a little overwhelmed with emotion, so overwhelmed that they could not speak.

If Xianfeng had learned magic, would the Qing Dynasty have had a chance to revive?
"How can this be false?" De Ling said with a smile, "Sir Wen, you will know when you go to the East Coast and ask someone. Now Senator Davis is known as the Oil God of Capitol Hill!"

Wenxian nodded and thought to himself, "Yes, I have to go ask. I must ask Xianfeng where there are undiscovered gold and oil mines in the United States."

(End of this chapter)