Chapter 662 In order to commemorate Washington, our Washington State decided to support slavery!

Outside Olympia, in a manor surrounded by trees, Governor Lafayette McMullen was sitting on a rattan chair under the corridor, holding a glass of wine produced by the Chinese winery in California. He was a virginian master with wide shoulders, square chin, sunken eyes, and a little vicious when looking at people. During the American-Mexico War, he was a cavalry officer, and there was a slender scar on his left cheek, which made his appearance even more vicious.

And his character is worse than his appearance, and he is simply reactionary! He is an American officer who invaded Mexico, a white governor who massacred Indians, and a Virginia estate owner who enslaved black people. In the future, he will become the backbone of the Confederate who supported slavery and launched the American Civil War. If history does not change, he will become the governor of Virginia during the Civil War.

"Little Prince," the "unforgivable" man grinned at the visiting Xianfeng, revealing a few yellow teeth, "Why are you here in a countryside like Olympia? You don't want to be a bishop in Washington territory, right?"

He and Xianfeng have always met. As a white Virginia master with abundant martial ethics and firmly supported slavery, he was of course in the same group as Davis. He knew that Xianfeng helped Davis make a lot of money in finding oil, and he also knew that Davis often called Xianfeng "Little Prince", and he was also a regular visitor to O'Connor Loli Village.

So after meeting Xianfeng in Olympia, he invited him to a manor outside the city for a vacation.

Xianfeng now put on his cardinal robe, a red hat, and a glass of red wine in his hand. He smiled when he heard this: "Mac, I'm here to help establish the state of Washington."

McMullen's smile froze on his face. He put down his wine glass and his brows gradually twisted into a ball: "Zhao Si, what do you mean? The population of Washington territory is less than 60,000."

Chiyoko sat next to Xu Jishe as an interpreter. The current identity of Mr. Xu is the master of Bishop Zhao Si. The old man stroked his goatee and narrowed his eyes into two slits. When Chiyoko translated "The Washington territory is not enough for 60,000", he gestured with his hands while saying in stiff English: "Governor, as far as I know, there are 57,000 Chinese from Seattle to Portland."

"The members of Capitol Hill do not recognize yellow people!" McMullen suddenly interrupted him, his tone was light, "In their eyes, only white skin is considered human." He paused, as if he thought this was too stiff, and added, "Of course, I personally think yellow people can be considered humans now."

Can you be considered a human now?

Xu Jishe's white beard trembled: "Where is the black slave?"

"Nigga?" McMullen sneered, "that's a talking animal."

The corridor suddenly became quiet. Xu Jishe slowly took out the leather booklet from his sleeve and turned to the folded page: "I have recently studied the "Biography of Washington" and found that the founding father also holds slaves. Is it true?"

McMullen's blue eyes rolled: "Of course, there are more than two hundred black slaves in Mount Vernon."

"So," Xu Jishe closed the letter, his voice suddenly increased, "In order to commemorate the slave owner Washington, who made great contributions to the cause of liberation of the American people, our Washington state should support slavery!"

The wine from McMallen's mouth almost spurted out. He glared at Xu Jishe, looked at Chiyoko, who was in charge of interpreting, and finally laughed at Xianfeng: "It's amazing! You yellow skins." He swallowed the word behind him, "I mean, you are so fucking smart!"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "Oregon in the south will join the federal government as a free state, which will cause a further imbalance in the number of slave states and the number of free states in Congress. If Washington state can join the federal government as a slave state, it will contribute two senators to the South. I believe that Democratic senators and members of the South will definitely support us!"

"Add a slave state is probably not enough to add a slave state and there is still money in the south!" McMullen licked his lips, "The gold mine in the Okanogan River."

"The True Recruitment can help you 'discover' more." Zhao Si took out a map from his arms and slowly unfolded it on the tea case, "such as the silver mine in Mount Baker and the copper in the Skagit Valley."

McMullen's breathing became heavy. He stared at the map, as if he saw countless gold and silver treasures flying in front of him. Three women in kimono walked over quietly, one rubbed his shoulders, the other pounded his legs, and the other poured wine for him. This was a "gift" brought by Xianfeng to the "Governor Mai".

"But over the Congress," McMullen reached out to wrap his arms around a petite kimono girl and gently stroked her slender waist. "Those members who advocate abolition will definitely attack the constitution submitted by Washington State to regard the mixed-race people as white people!"

Xianfeng smiled and said, "Those people will oppose us no matter what! If we don't write 'slaves' into the state constitution, then most members of the parliament will oppose it. Now we can get the support of at least a half of the parliamentarians. As for the remaining few votes or more than a dozen votes, believe me, I will definitely have a solution! Mike, then you will be the first governor of Washington State! This will be very, very critical to the cause you Southern Democrats pursue!"

"The career we are pursuing?" The smile on McMullen's face disappeared again, "Little Prince, what do you want to say?"

Xianfeng also smiled: "Civil war. A civil war caused by abolition of slavery and tariffs will break out in more than two years! Washington, Oregon, and California on the west coast of the United States will become the key factors in the victory or defeat of this civil war!"

McMallen stared at Xianfeng: "Little Prince, do you mean that you will join the war if you really want to send a delegation?"

Xianfeng said: "At least, military pay and arms will be provided!"

London shrouded in night.

On Gloucester Road, South Kensington, a kerosene lamp lit up on the gray brick building that Moore rented. It illuminated the desk in front of Moore. As the typewriter kept making "tick" sounds, a draft of the "Five-Year Plan for the Construction of the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom" has gradually taken shape.

When Friedrich came in with a breakfast I just bought, he caught a glimpse of the "Distribution Map of North Korea's Minerals" spread out on the table. He used a red pencil to draw a striking triangle - Pyongyang Coalfield, north of Seoul.

"Carl, your ashes are almost flooding the port of Busan." He put down the newly-baked bread, picked up the heater and poured coffee into Moore's bone porcelain cup, and caught a glimpse of a draft next to the typewriter. "Five years, £15 million... Prince Albert will suffer from a heart attack."

Moore didn't look up, his fingers still jumping on the keyboard: "The Bank of England gave Indian Railways a loan of 30 million last year."

Bai Siwen also pushed the door open and threw the calfskin briefcase on the sofa: "There is cotton in India, what does North Korea have? Korean ginseng?" He poured a cup of steaming coffee by himself, then took a sip and warmed his body, "Unless Yang Xiuqing can plant ginseng into gold bars."

The typewriter sound stopped. Moore took off his glasses and rubbed his red eyes.

"The coal in Pyongyang, the iron in Liyuan," he pulled out a stack of documents and threw them to Bai Swen. "These are all clearly written on the documents brought by Hong Ren-yong, and they are all discovered by the British miners invited by Yang Xiuqing."

Friedrich approached the kerosene lamp and looked at the geological report carefully: "There are still some good things in the north of the Korean Peninsula. The industrialization conditions of this country are very good and are very suitable for planned development and construction."

Bai Siwen turned on Moore's budget table: "You still want to build a chemical factory in Yuanshan? Oh my god, the North Koreans can't even build matches now, they are worse than Japan, so don't blow up the factory."

"So Prussian schools need to be built." Moore took out the "Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Compulsory Education Plan" from the pile of books. "In five years, each road will have primary and secondary schools, Seoul, Pyongyang, and Busan to set up universities... The textbooks can be copied directly from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."

"There are still hundreds of miles of railways?" Bai Siwen exclaimed, "This railway alone costs millions of pounds, which is too expensive!"

"But without this railway, North Korea's coal mines, iron ore, ports, grain-producing areas and several major cities would not be able to be connected." Moore put on his glasses again and used a pencil to draw a road line under the "rail" entry. "The railway from Pyongyang to Busan can use rails produced by Xuzhou... The products of Xuzhou Steel Plant should be very good."

Bai Siwen muttered: "Luo Yaoguo is willing to sell steel to Yang Xiuqing to build railways?"

"Why did he refuse?" Friedry smiled, "The industrialization scale of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is also quite large! This plan will be implemented in 1861. When a large number of steel rails are needed, it will be almost two or three years after 1862. The steel output of Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant may be hundreds of thousands of tons!"

"Hundreds of thousands of tons." Bai Siwen stuck out his tongue, "Isn't that more than Britain?"

"It may not be," Moore shook his head, "the British steel mills have also been expanded in the past two years, and by 1862 there will probably be a production of millions of tons!"

"Millions of tons. Can I use it?"

"It's all used! There are still many places to build!" Friedrich picked up the plan and weighed it, as if he was considering how many tons of steel the plan had used?

"Two thousand steam engines, five hundred miles of railways, one hundred cargo ships..." Friedrich's face suddenly became extremely solemn as he read the content on the budget table, "Moore, do you believe it or not, when this blueprint becomes reality, Prince Albert will incite Yang Xiuqing to challenge the hanging throne of the Heavenly King in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

Moore smiled and said, "So what? Yang Xiuqing cannot rely on him to bring North Korea's 100,000 Taiping Army to win an industrialized war. At that time, he will need workers and peasants from North Korea and Japan. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom also needs to arm its workers and peasants! The war between imperialism depends on workers and peasants! Friedrich, what do you think will happen?"
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