Chapter 661 Xianfeng, you are so bad! (please order, please vote)

"Not very good!" The answer given by Xianfeng made Hong Renzheng and Luo Dagang's heart sink, "Article Bishop, Luo Hou, you must have carefully studied the Naturalization Act of 1790?"

The teak hatch door creaked by the sea breeze, and Hong In-jung's silver cross shook in a hurry on his chest: "Biss Cho, didn't it mean that Councilor Davis and Councilor O'Connor are already pushing a bill that "mixed-blood white people" equals white people?"

Luo Dagang was also a little annoyed: "These American white skins are too bullying. Even the Queen of England admits that our Heavenly King, Eastern King, Southern King, Northern King, Seventh Princess, Wu King, and Ji King are her soul brothers and sisters. The American white skins are still fucking their eyes and looking down on others!"

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

Xianfeng smiled and said, "It's for the rich and powerful white master!"

"Money? Can we give money?" Xu Jishe said, "Money can make the devil push the grinding!"

Xianfeng smiled: "How is it possible? How can you make the ghost push the mill with money? Mu Weng, you were also a governor. When you were an official, you dared to collect any money? You were willing to do anything?"

Xu Jishe immediately said seriously: "I am a clean official."

Three years after the Qing Dynasty, he had 100,000 silver silver. As a governor, he didn't know what the Qing Dynasty was like?

Xianfeng smiled: "It's not like the masters in the United States. People are generous in collecting money from the Ming Dynasty and are not afraid of investigation. As long as they are settled in their own constituencies, no one can bring them down with corruption and abuse of power. So, they dare to collect all kinds of money, but they may not necessarily do things after receiving money. Many times they just need to deal with it. It would be nice for Congressman Davis to launch a bill that is equal to white people in Congress. It's not that easy to pass it. Even if the parliament is passed, the president will most likely not sign it."

Xianfeng picked up the coffee cup and took a sip: "So the first article of the state constitution must be changed - not all residents, but 'all yellow and white residents' enjoy equal citizenship with white people. Black and Indian citizenship has nothing to do with us, so we don't have to bring them. In addition, this second article must be changed to 'allowing slaves'."

Hong Renzheng was stunned: "The fourth brother, this slave-keeping clause"

"This is called adding fuel to the fire!" Xianfeng grabbed the pencil and drew a bloody horizontal line on the Draft Constitution of Washington. "Southerns want to acquire slaves, and Yankees want to abolition slaves, let's set up a pot of oil for them - Luohou, how many of your subordinates can get together now?"

Luo Dagang has a great title, the leader of the Taiping Army North America! But there are not many people under his command.

"The Taiping Zheng Army has only one regiment in service," Luo Dagang said, "It's no problem to pull out two thousand people."

"Not enough!" Xianfeng suddenly put the coffee cup to the Kansas Territory, "At least three 'blooded Kansas' must be made! Archbishop Hong, you go to Seattle in person and arm our people! Washington alone will have to arm 20,000 militias, and Oregon and California will also mobilize!"

Xu Jishe's white beard trembled: "This, isn't this inciting civil unrest?"

"This is called a democratic petition!" Xianfeng took a big sip of coffee, "We are doing less in California like this? The American masters have always bullied the weak and feared the strong! And they pursue weak central and strong local areas. If we do it against the Republicans on Capitol Hill because of the "slave-keeping" matters, will the Democratic President of the United States mobilize the federal army? Impossible! Not only is it impossible to mobilize the federal army, but the Southern Democrats in Capitol Hill will also support us - at this time, the money we give works! These Southern Democrats support the constitution of Washington State to defend state power and slavery, and go back to explain to their voters!

Will other free states send state soldiers to Washington territory? It is even more impossible to send state soldiers out to fight with other states, which is a big fuss in the United States! So we keep making trouble even if some abolition groups kill them, as long as our people kill them, the reason is still on our side - this is called defending private property! Slaves are sacred and inviolable private property!"

Hong Renzheng suddenly slapped the case: "It's amazing! We put the slave-keeping clause in the Constitution, and the Southern Democratic Party will definitely agree. When the Northern abolitionist forces come over, we will defend our private property."

"After the fight, I still have to shout for independence!" Xianfeng said leisurely, "Didn't the British just put the territory of the Hudson Bay Company into the Canadian territory? At that time, the Washington Territory will send people to petition the Governor of Canada, requesting to join the British Empire in the name of persecution. At that time, the men on Capitol Hill dare not recognize our state constitution? Of course, the money still has to be spent, and women still have to give it away. We have to let those men know that although we are not easy to mess with, as long as we have the territory on the West Coast, we will be satisfied and will not steal their territory."

Xu Jishe looked at Master Xianfeng who was in a well-dressed suit and suddenly felt that Xianfeng had really learned bad things - he must have learned bad things from people in the prison in heaven!

Before the morning mist in London had passed, the door knocker at 47 Gloucester Road was knocked. When Baisven rushed into the living room with a cigar-flavored wool coat, Friedrich was debugging a brand new typewriter in front of the fireplace.

"Moore, Friedrich, look at this!" Bai Siwen filmed a morning post on the coffee table, and the headline was "The Special Envoy of North Korea's Heaven Visits Europe". "Prince Albert met with the Special Envoy of North Korea's Heaven, the day before yesterday, at Windsor Castle!"

Moore raised his head from the mountain 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 and poured himself a glass of it, and drank it all, "Moore. This means that the British government is about to start supporting the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

His nails cut a few traces in the newspaper, "Look at this section - 'The British Empire will send a special advisory team to assist the North Korean Heaven in establishing a modern financial system' and assist the North Korean Heaven in issuing 5 million pounds bonds in London! And this is also an opportunity for us!"

Friedrich had already debugged the newly purchased typewriter and looked up at Bai Siwen, a "official fan"; "What opportunity?"

"Ding Dong."

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Bai Siwen smiled and said, "Here you come!"

The person who came was Sir Wenxian, who was running errands for Prince Albert and invited the royal special counsel Moore, Friedrich, and Baisven to visit Windsor Castle together.

"His Royal Highness the Prince hopes that you can serve as the British ambassador to North Korea and Japan," Moon Xian smiled, "and serve as an advisor to the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom and help the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom develop plans to develop industries. Prince Albert also hopes that every factory in North Korea can set up a workers' committee."

Bai Siwen suddenly coughed violently, and the brandy sprayed on the Persian carpet: "God, when will His Highness the Prince become a red ghost?"

Wen Xian shrugged and smiled, "His Royal Highness the Prince has always cared about the welfare of workers and wanted to see what would happen if the workers led the factory?"

"There will definitely be more efficient," Friedrich said.

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

Wen Xian's pen was already hanging above the notepad: "Please say."

"First," Moore spit out smoke. "All North Korean factories that use British machines and British loans must establish workers' committees to allow workers to participate in management." He paused and said, "Second, Japan opens Nagasaki and Yokohama is a free port, and trade union activities are not interfered by the shogunate."

Bai Siwen smiled and nodded: "It's so great that 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," Wenxian recorded all Moore's requests, "I will surely tell His Highness the Prince your request truthfully."

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

After listening to Wen Xian's report, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, turned around and smiled at Hong Renyu who was sitting beside him, saying, "Your Highness, did you hear it? The conditions proposed by Teacher Carl were precisely to help King Yang Dong build a real kingdom of earth."

Hong Renyi put down the blue and white porcelain tea cup in his hand, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Your Highness, these workers' committees."

"This is the future!" The prince interrupted him and walked to the fireplace. "Think about it, when North Korean workers really become the owners of the factory, their productivity will be three times that of the Taiping Heavenly Coolie!" He turned and looked directly at Hong Ren-ye, "Moreover, Teacher Carl also asked us to provide asylum for the revolutionaries of the Nagasaki Republic."

Hong Renqi frowned: "This"

"This is exactly what the King of Eastern will do, isn't it?" The prince suddenly lowered his voice, "If the Japanese revolutionaries make a fuss in Japan, wouldn't King of Eastern Yang have a reason to send troops to "maintain order"?"

Hong Renyi suddenly realized and then said with some concern: "That 5 million pounds of public debt."

"It's already arranged." The prince took out a document from his desk. "The Bank of England will take the lead in underwriting the bond, with an annual interest rate of only 4 cents." He opened the document and pointed to one of the pages. "The first batch of 2 million pounds will be used to expand the Busan Shipbuilding Bureau. We can build a 10,000-ton ironclad ship. We will provide technology to help you build it!"

Wen Xian added in time: "Birmingham engineers will set out next week to help Seoul Steel Plant install the latest Bessemai converter."

The prince walked up to Hong Renyu 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 Teacher Carl wants is not a revolution, but a experimental field."
Chapter completed!