The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 642 It’s time to let these Chinese people know that the foundation of finance is the military!

Shanghai Bund, Huangpu River Passenger Terminal, VIP channel.

Luo Yaoguo, who had just got off the carriage, took a quick glance and saw the fat Feng Yunshan walking down from the "Geely" with the support of Rinzi. The smile on his face was so big that he could hardly stop smiling. It was obvious that this round-the-world trip was very fruitful!
"Third Brother!"

Luo Yaoguo walked towards him with a smile, his leather combat boots making a thudding sound on the wooden dock.

Feng Yunshan also knew that Luo Yaoguo was coming - he could tell when he saw the personal soldiers of the Prince Wu's Palace suddenly appearing at the dock. And Rinzi was even more sharp-eyed. She saw Archangel Luo and Maria from a distance, and she grabbed Feng Yunshan's sleeve and shouted, "Father, Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine is here!"

Feng Yunshan turned around and said to Xianfeng and Chiyoko, "Zhao Si, Ah Qian, you must not lose your manners when you meet the King of Wu later. Zhao Si, why are you so pale?"

Why is your face pale? Of course you are panicking!
When Xianfeng heard what Linzi said, he knew that the great devil Luo Yaoguo had arrived! Moreover, he had become a bishop in the True Covenant sect in the United States, so how could he not know that Luo Yaoguo had a Tongtian mirror that could communicate with the upper world?
Xianfeng also knew that the higher-ups could only contact other "great gods" in the human world through dreams or possession, which was very troublesome. Only Luo Yaoguo could use the Tongtian Mirror to contact the higher-ups at any time. If the higher-ups found out that the Xianfeng captured by Hong Xiuquan was a fake, the first person they would contact would be Luo Yaoguo.
How could Xianfeng not panic when he thought that he might be finished soon?
He was just thinking about how to cover up his lie when Feng Yunshan dragged him down the side of the boat and pushed him in front of Luo Yaoguo: "Look, ninth brother, this is the son-in-law I found in America!"

"Third brother's son-in-law?" Luo Yaoguo was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the pitiful-looking Rinzi, thinking, "Didn't you hook up with Prince Napoleon? Why did you marry a lame and numb guy? Could it be that you wanted him to cover for you? Besides, I seem to have seen this lame and numb guy somewhere before."

"Uncle Jiu, this Fourth Brother Zhao is my brother-in-law." Rinzi knew that Luo Yaoguo had misunderstood, and smiled as she pointed at Chiyo who was following behind Xianfeng.

Feng Yunshan introduced him with a smile: "His name is Zhao Si, and he is the leader of the True Contract faction on the East Coast of the United States. Don't be fooled by his plain appearance, he is a capable man! This is Chiyoko, Zhao Si's fiancée and my newly adopted daughter." Then he pointed at Luo Yaoguo, "Zhao Si, Chiyoko, this is your Uncle Luo Jiu!"

Rinzi turned around and gave Zhao Si and Chiyoko a look, then knelt down and kowtowed three times to Luo Yaoguo respectfully. Seeing Rinzi kneeling, Xianfeng stopped being nervous and immediately pulled Chiyoko to kneel down to Luo Yaoguo, and they kowtowed all the way to the bottom, unable to get up directly - their foreheads were touching the ground, and Luo Yaoguo couldn't see their faces clearly. However, Luo Yaoguo didn't plan to let him go, because Luo Yaoguo had already remembered who this Zhao Si looked like.

He then took out the famous "Tongtian Mirror" from his pocket!
"Ninth brother, how did you get the Tongtian Mirror out?"

At this time, Xianfeng, who was lying on the ground, heard Feng Yunshan say the most terrible news!

"Oh, Third Brother, I think your son-in-law looks like a person, so I used the Tongtian Mirror to bring up his portrait and took a closer look. It came out, Third Brother, take a look, does your son-in-law look like him?"

Luo Yaoguo's next words frightened Emperor Xianfeng to the point of paralyzing him - whose portrait was Luo Yaoguo going to transfer? Could it be "I"'s?
"He is..." Feng Yunshan's voice sounded again, "Why is he wearing the clothes of the Qing Demon Emperor? This is..."

"The devil Xian!" Luo Yaoguo said something that made Xianfeng tremble with fear.

It's over! Xianfeng's heart sank - he knew that Luo Yaoguo must have asked the painters in the Forbidden City to draw a portrait of him in court dress when he was the emperor. This portrait was exactly like the real person!
"Zhao Si, don't lie down anymore. Get up quickly and let your Uncle Jiu take a good look at you. He said you look like a salty monster!" Feng Yunshan's voice sounded full of "murderous intent"!
"hehe."

Then Rinko laughed: "They really are a bit similar!"

This woman looks pitiful, but in fact she is a murderer
Xianfeng was filled with despair! At this moment, Chiyoko suddenly helped him up, lifted his upper body, and asked softly, "Fourth brother, what happened to you?"

"What's wrong? I'm going to die." Xianfeng thought, and glared at Chiyoko fiercely - you woman are also Hong Daquan's killer! If you can escape this disaster, I will definitely punish you severely!

"Actually, they are not very similar!" Rinzi spoke again at this time. Rinzi is still the best. Xianfeng felt warm in his heart and cast a grateful look at Rinzi, but found that Rinzi was standing beside Luo Yaoguo obediently, her eyes moving back and forth from a rectangular object in Luo Yaoguo's hand to her own face - as if comparing something!
"Xianfeng is much more handsome than Zhao Si. Zhao Si has pockmarks, while Xianfeng has a clean face. Zhao Si has ugly triangular eyes, while Xianfeng has round eyes. Xianfeng's skin is very white, while Zhao Si's is a bit dark. Xianfeng has a pointed chin and a big forehead, and he has no beard. Zhao Si is a fat little guy with untidy beard."

Xianfeng, the little fat boy with pockmarked eyes, triangular eyes, dark skin and unshaven beard, was a little depressed. Am I that ugly now?
After hearing what Linzi said, Luo Yaoguo also felt that Zhao Si and Xianfeng were not very similar. The two were only a little similar, but if you look closely, there are still big differences. And the biggest difference is that Xianfeng, the heavy smoker, looks like a bean sprout, while Zhao Si is a bit short and stocky.
Feng Yunshan smiled and said, "It's only about 50% to 60% similar. Keep your Tongtian Mirror! Zhao Si, don't kneel down anymore. Stand up and introduce your men, Leiman and Morgan, to your uncle!"

"Who?" Luo Yaoguo was stunned. "Morgan, Lehman?"

As soon as Zhao Siyi heard the words, Feng moved away from him and immediately got up from the ground. Then he called out to the two foreigners standing behind him, "Emmanuel, Pierpont, come over and kowtow to Luo Tianshi!"

Emanuel Lehman? Pierpont Morgan Pierpont wasn't his middle name, was he? Wasn't he JP Morgan?
When Luo Yaoguo heard these two names, he immediately forgot about the fact that Zhao Si looked like Xianfeng.

He is now competing with a group of European financial "old money" led by the Rothschild family! At this time, Lehman and JP Morgan have inexplicably become his subordinates, which is a great sign!
The shutters of the third-floor conference room of the Chinese branch of the Vienna Bank on the Bund were half-closed, and Nathaniel Rothschild stood behind the window smoking a cigar. The sound of the whistle on the Huangpu River came through the window slit, and he caught a glimpse of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom dragon flag on the dock not far away being lowered - this was the signal for Luo Yaoguo's guards to leave.

"Please look at this." Van der Weer, the representative of the Dutch East India Bank, spread the South China Sea chart on the mahogany conference table. "On the route from Ceylon to Malacca, the Dutch expeditionary fleet has six steam cruisers." He slammed his fist on the Sumatra Island, making the silver coffee cup jingle. "We have to stop the 120 million stones of flour purchased by Feng Yunshan in the United States west of Malacca!"

The Indian tycoon Sassoon suddenly sneered: "A year and a half ago, east of Malacca, the Dutch East India Fleet seemed to have been beaten by several Chinese armed merchant ships." He deliberately pronounced "armed merchant ships" in English, causing Minister Styron to blush.

"But this time is different." Van der Weer took two deep puffs of his cigar. "This time we have six 6-ton steam cruisers and 1500 sailing battleships."

Jardine Matheson's Chaton suddenly stood up and said, "But those are all American merchant ships. And it is not convenient for us in the British Empire to take action. Mr. Minister, what do you think?"

Minister Elgin adjusted his monocle: "Shi Dakai's 20,000 Taiping troops are helping us to eliminate Indian rebels in the Ganges River Basin." He smiled bitterly, "Her Majesty does not want to completely fall out with Tianjing."

"That's why we need our Dutch friends to show courage," Rothschild suddenly said in German. Styron, who had just been promoted to the Dutch ambassador to Japan, jumped up as if he had been pricked by a needle. "Sir, do you want us, the Netherlands, to go to war with the United States?"

"No need to engage in battle!" Nathaniel turned around and walked to his desk, drawing a track on the nautical chart with a fountain pen. "The American fleet will not pass through the Strait of Malacca until next spring. And the armistice agreement between you and the Chinese has expired this month. You only need to declare the resumption of the Dutch East Indies War, and you can legitimately blockade the Strait of Malacca! If the Americans are not convinced, ask the British Straits Fleet to mediate. The British Straits Settlements Governor's Office will purchase the flour for military supplies in India."

Minister Elgin thought for a while and said, "This is feasible. The Dutch fleet can intimidate American merchant ships and force them to hide in Malacca Harbor. Then our Straits Settlements Governor's Office can intervene! After all, the shipowners and sailors of those American merchant ships don't have to risk their lives for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."

Nathaniel turned to look at the Dutch ambassador to Japan: "Mr. Ambassador, our financial war with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has reached a critical moment. Now is the time to make these ignorant Chinese people understand that the underlying logic of finance is actually military - mainly naval power! Only by controlling the sea can we control the flow of materials and funds, and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is not yet a naval power! So... they can only admit defeat!"

The little guy from the Baoshun Company laughed and said, "That's right. They can only admit defeat and then the Dutch can regain the upper hand on Java Island!"

Minister Styron knew that he had no choice - the Dutch Navy Expeditionary Fleet was the "debt collector" in this financial war in Shanghai! If the Dutch Navy did not play this role, the financial war in Shanghai would end with a "small loss and small win" for both sides tomorrow.

Then the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom would get the financial and logistical support it needed to expand in Southeast Asia. The Rothschilds were also in collusion with the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. If they could not put the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom on the table, they could also put the Dutch interests in Southeast Asia on the table.
(End of this chapter)