The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 661 Xianfeng, you are so bad! (Please subscribe and vote)
"Not very good!" Xianfeng's answer made Hong Renzheng and Luo Dagang feel depressed. "Archbishop, Lord Luo, you must have carefully studied the Naturalization Act of 1790, right?"

The teak door creaked in the sea breeze, and Hong Renzheng's silver cross swayed rapidly on his chest: "Bishop Zhao, didn't Congressman Davis and Congressman O'Connor say that they are already pushing a bill that 'mixed-race whites' are equal to whites?"

Luo Dagang was also a little annoyed: "These American whites are too bullying. Even the Queen of England admits that our King of Heaven, King of the East, King of the South, King of the North, Seventh Princess, King of Wu, and King of Ji are her soul brothers and sisters. These American whites are still looking down on others!"

Xu Jishe also frowned: "So those human rights, freedom, and equality in the US Constitution are all for white people?"

Xianfeng laughed and said, "It's for the rich and powerful white masters!"

"Money? How about we give money?" Xu Jishe said, "Money makes the world go round!"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "How is that possible? How can money make the devil work? Mu Weng, you were also a governor. When you were an official, did you dare to accept any money? Did you dare to do anything?"

Xu Jishe immediately said seriously: "I am an honest official."

As a clean magistrate for three years, he earned 100,000 silver coins. As a governor, no one knows how clean he will be.
Xianfeng smiled and said, "Being a master in America is not like being in China. They are generous when accepting money. They are not afraid of investigation. And as long as they can settle things in their own constituencies, no one can bring them down with corruption. So, they dare to accept any money, but they may not do the job after receiving the money. Most of the time, they just deal with it. It's good enough for Congressman Davis and others to introduce a bill in Congress that mixed-race whites are equal to whites. It's not that easy to pass. Even if Congress passes it, the president will probably not sign it."

Xianfeng picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. "So the first article of this state constitution must be changed - not all residents, but 'all mixed-race residents' enjoy equal citizenship rights with white people. The citizenship of blacks and Indians has nothing to do with us, so there is no need to include them. In addition, the second article must be changed to 'allow slavery'."

Hong Renzheng was stunned: "Old Four, this slavery clause..."

"This is called adding fuel to the fire!" Xianfeng grabbed a pencil and drew a bloody horizontal line on the "Draft Constitution of the State of Washington". "The Southerners want to have slaves, and the Northerners want to abolish slavery. Let's set up a frying pan for them. Luo Hou, how many capable fighters can you gather now?"

Luo Dagang had a great title, the Taiping Army's North American Commander! But he did not have many people under him.

"There is only one regiment of the Taiping Army in service," Luo Dagang said, "It will be no problem to mobilize 2,000 people."

"Not enough!" Xianfeng suddenly slammed his coffee cup towards the Kansas Territory. "We need to create at least three 'Bleeding Kansas'! Archbishop Hong, please go to Seattle in person and arm our people! We need to arm 20,000 militiamen in the Washington Territory alone, and we also need to mobilize the Oregon Territory and California!"

Xu Jiye's white beard trembled: "Isn't this inciting a civil uprising?"

"This is called a democratic petition!" Xianfeng took a big sip of coffee. "We have done this kind of thing in California. The American masters have always bullied the weak and feared the strong! Moreover, they believe in a weak central government and strong local governments. If we go against the Republicans on Capitol Hill because of the issue of 'slavery', will the Democratic president of the United States send out federal troops? Impossible! Not only will it be impossible to send out federal troops, but the Southern Democrats on Capitol Hill will also support us - at this time, the money we give will work! These Southern Democrats support the Constitution of Washington State to defend state power and slavery, and they will have an explanation to give to their voters when they go back!

Would other free states send state soldiers all the way to Washington Territory? It is even more impossible to send state soldiers to fight other states, because that would be against the will of the United States! So let's make a fuss, and make a fuss as much as we can. Even if some abolitionist groups come to kill us, as long as our people kill them all, we are still right - this is called defending private property! Slaves are sacred and inviolable private property!"

Hong Renzheng suddenly slammed the table and said, "Great! Let's put a slavery clause in the Constitution. The Southern Democrats will definitely support it. When the Northern abolitionists come, we will defend our private property."

"After the war, they are still shouting for independence!" Xianfeng said leisurely, "Didn't the British just include the territory of the Hudson's Bay Company into the Canadian territory? When the time comes, the Washington Territory will send people to petition the Governor General of Canada, requesting to join the British Empire in the name of persecution. Will the gentlemen on Capitol Hill dare not recognize our state constitution? Of course, we still have to spend money and give women away. We have to let those gentlemen know that although we are not easy to mess with, we will be satisfied as long as we have the territory on the west coast and will not steal their territory."

Xu Jiye looked at Emperor Xianfeng in his neatly-dressed suit and suddenly felt that this Emperor Xianfeng had really become a bad person - he must have learned these bad things from others in the prison in heaven!

The morning fog in London had not yet dissipated when the door knocker of 47 Gloucester Road was knocked. When Bai Siwen rushed into the living room wrapped in a wool coat full of cigar smell, Friedrich was adjusting a brand new typewriter in front of the fireplace.

"Moore, Friedrich, look at this!" Bai Siwen slapped a copy of the morning edition of The Times on the coffee table. The headline was "Special Envoy of the Kingdom of Korea Visits Europe". "Prince Albert received the special envoy of the Kingdom of Korea, Hong Ingan, at Windsor Castle the day before yesterday!"

Moore raised his head from the pile of manuscripts and looked at the Times in Bai Siwen's hand: "So?"

"So?" Bai Siwen walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of brandy, poured himself a glass, and drank it all. "Moore, this means that the British government will soon start supporting the Korean Heavenly Kingdom to fight against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

His nails scratched a few marks on the newspaper. "Look at this paragraph - 'The British Empire will send a special advisory group to assist the Kingdom of Korea in establishing a modern financial system' and assist the Kingdom of Korea in issuing 500 million pounds of bonds in London! Moreover, this is also an opportunity for us!"

Friedrich had already adjusted the newly bought typewriter and looked up at Bai Siwen, the "official fan"; "What opportunity?" "Ding Dong."

The doorbell rings suddenly.

Bai Siwen chuckled: "Here it comes!"

The person who came was Lord Bonham, who was running errands for Prince Albert and invited the royal special advisers Moore, Frederick and Baiswen to visit Windsor Castle.

"His Royal Highness hopes that you can serve as the British Minister to Korea and Japan," Wenxian said with a smile, "and serve as an advisor to the Korean Heavenly Kingdom to help the Korean Heavenly Kingdom formulate plans for industrial development. Prince Albert also hopes that every factory in Korea can set up a workers' committee."

Bai Siwen suddenly started coughing violently, and the brandy sprayed all over the Persian carpet: "Oh my God, when did His Royal Highness become a red ghost?"

Wen Xian shrugged and said with a smile: "Your Highness has always been concerned about the welfare of the workers and wants to see what it would be like if the workers led the factory."

Friedrich said: "There must be greater efficiency!"

Moore slowly stood up, smoking a Cuban cigar while pacing on the soft Persian carpet in his home: "Tell the prince that I have three conditions."

Wen Xian's pen was already hovering above the notebook: "Go ahead."

"First," Moore exhaled smoke, "all factories in North Korea that use British machinery and British loans must establish workers' committees to allow workers to participate in management." He paused, and then said, "Second, Japan will open Nagasaki and Yokohama as free ports, and the activities of trade unions will not be interfered with by the shogunate."

Bai Siwen smiled and nodded: "That's great! King Yang Dong will definitely be very happy!"

"Third!" Moore's voice suddenly rose. "I ask Britain to provide asylum to the leaders of the Nagasaki Republic and members of the Japanese Revolutionary Party."

"Okay," Wen Xian wrote down all of Moore's requests, "I will definitely convey your request to His Royal Highness the Prince truthfully."

Prince Albert stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Windsor Castle. The sunlight shone through the stained glass on his face, making him look radiant.

After listening to Wen Xian's report, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he turned to Hong Rengan who was sitting beside him and smiled: "Your Highness Prince Gan, did you hear that? The conditions proposed by Teacher Karl are precisely to help Prince Yang Dong establish a real heaven on earth."

Hong Rengan put down the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Your Highness, these workers' committees..."

"This is the future!" The prince interrupted him and walked to the fireplace. "Just think about it. When the Korean workers truly become the masters of the factory, their production efficiency will be three times that of the coolies of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!" He turned and looked directly at Hong Rengan. "Moreover, Teacher Karl also asked us to provide shelter for the revolutionaries of the Nagasaki Republic."

Hong Rengan frowned: "This..."

"This is exactly what the Eastern Prince wants, isn't it?" The prince suddenly lowered his voice, "If we let those Japanese revolutionaries cause trouble in Japan, then the Eastern Prince Yang will have a reason to send troops to 'maintain order'?"

Hong Rengan suddenly realized, and then said with some worry: "The 500 million pounds of public debt."

"It's already been arranged." The prince took out a document from his desk. "The Bank of England will take the lead in underwriting this bond, with an annual interest rate of only 4%." He opened the document and pointed to a page. "The first batch of 200 million pounds will be used to expand the Busan Shipyard, which can build -ton ironclad ships. We will provide the technology to help you build them!"

Bonham added: "Engineers from Birmingham will leave next week to help Seoul Steel Works install the latest Bessemer converter."

The prince walked up to Hong Rengan and handed him the document: "Tell King Yang Dong that what the British Empire wants is not a vassal, but a powerful ally." He smiled meaningfully, "Just like what Teacher Karl wants is not a revolution, but an experimental field."

(End of this chapter)