Chapter 702 Gentlemen, your country-protecting magic cotton has worked!

Charleston, early morning.

A black carriage inlaid with O'Hara's family emblem ran through the cobbled streets, and the wheels came to an abrupt end in front of the iron gate of the French consulate in the city center.

"Just stop here!" Xianfeng said to the coachman, sorted out his tuxedo, picked up a top hat and put it on his head, and then carried a cane imported from the UK to push the door and drilled out of the carriage.

The consulate's cast iron gate was hung with the eagle emblem of the Napoleon III Empire. A French guard looked at the visitor of the Eastern Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Ho

"I'm here to meet the Countess of the Temple Mount." Xianfeng said fluently in English, and walked into the French consulate in Charleston one by one with his cane.

"Biden Zhao, please take a look at this first."

In a living room, Xianfeng met Rinko, who was dressed in French women's clothing with exquisite workmanship. The latter first poured him a cup of tea and handed him a small notebook. Xianfeng took it and saw that it was a classical Chinese article.

Xianfeng whispered: "...\n:...First, it proclaims its ills and arouses public anger. He spreads the texts in the market and tells the red-necks in the countryside, so that Lincoln's victory was not the result of the people's opinion, but was caused by the fraud of the northern factory owners and the Republicans. He used gold yuan to buy votes to threaten voters. What is the difference between these behaviors and bandits?

Second, gather militias and go to Washington. The states should quickly dispatch militias, organize their armored soldiers, and meet in Washington. Red necks lined up with guns, surrounded Capitol Hill in the name of "protecting the constitution", and forced members to change the rules for counting votes, so that "those who get the most votes win."

Return to the people. If Congress does not follow, Vice President Breckenridge, as the presidency of the vote count, should declare Douglas' victory in the election and win Lincoln's false edict on the grounds of "complying with public opinion"!

Third, based on the Federation and prepare for war. If Lincoln disobeys, the factory owners in the north will be threatened with guns and cannons. However, the southern states are rich in land and abundant in food, and the people are brave and good at fighting. How can they be afraid of the northern invaders? Now we will seize the Washington Palace first and take the famous weapons of the Federation, and then the wartime dispatch will be legitimate. If Lincoln holds a firm position and holds the national treasury and conquers the northern troops, the south will be in danger!"

"Biss Zhao!" The Earl of the Temple Mount whispered, "Tell those Southerners that only by following this method will Britain and France support them...\n.\n:.\n. In addition, a batch of French arms will soon be transported to Lituman, with a total of 10,000 Miner rifles and twenty-four Napoleon guns...:::. Enough militias to arm a mage division in the south!"

Everyone has guns in the southern slave states of the United States, and there are more guns than people. So the batch of arms Rinko brought from Napoleon III is nothing, but these arms are all magical weapons, but they are different.

This shows that the French support these French guys who shout "Long Live Cotton" every day!

Unlike the capitalists in the north who think about increasing tariffs all day long, the owners of the southern manor believe in "the country-protecting cotton", so they expect that the European powers who cannot do without American cotton will end up helping them. Now that they have the French, France is about to end. France is over, can the British Empire not end?

In the hall of Ohara's Oak Manor, a large group of radical Southern politicians gathered to drink and complain. As soon as Xianfengsi stepped into the hall, he heard Vice President Breckenridge's Kentucky accent echoing throughout the audience: "... Lincoln's bastard doesn't even know how to anime arithmetic!"

Scarlett O'Hara shuttled through the silver wine pot, still cheerful and unrestrained, not realizing that her country was on the verge of civil war.

Those "radicalists" who are a little confused are using words like "quitting the Federation" to release their dissatisfaction.

"Gentlemen!" Xianfeng suddenly snatched the wine pot from Scarlett's hand and smashed it into the fireplace. The splashing bourbon whiskey burst out blue light in the flames, which scared the room of southern politicians who drown their sorrows. All eyes were gathered on Xianfeng, and he saw him waving the word "fraud" on the front page of the latest "Charleston Messenger" one by one, which looked so dazzling.

"Forty to forty-seven!" Xianfeng poked the ballot statistics table with his finger, "Forty wins...:::. Are you going to admit such an election result?"

An elderly senator shook his beard and said, "Article 2, paragraph 1 of the Constitution clearly stipulates:

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"The Constitution also says that everyone is born equal!" Xianfeng sneered, "If you admit that 40% can lose to 47%, then the next step is Lincoln will use the Constitution to liberate your slaves!"

"The Federation must preserve slavery to maintain...::.:" Vice President Breckenridge yelled.

"You are wrong!" Xianfeng sneered, "Only the Federation can help you preserve slavery...:

And now, it is the most favorable time for you to maintain the federal regime! You have 47% of the votes, and Lincoln only 40% of the votes

The vote! The public opinion is on your side! Moreover, you still control the federal government at present!”

"Rules...\n." Another federal representative said in a hoarse voice.

"There are public opinion, the government, and...:::::" Xianfeng slowly pulled out the Colt wheel and patted it on the pallet that Scarlett was holding. "Why can't the rules be changed? If you still choose to retreat under such favorable conditions, then what reason does Lincoln have to not press on step by step?"

Vice President Breckenridge's cigar fell on the carpet, but his eyes gradually became sharp: "Bishop Zhao, tell me, how should this rule be changed?"

"Organize 50,000 southern people to march into Washington, surround Capitol Hill, and petition the members of parliament." Xianfeng's subsequent words made everyone's necks cold, "Another organization of a division of militia to "protect" them into Washington together! If the members of parliament are unwilling to amend the constitution, then the Vice President can still announce the counting results..."

A South Carolina senator suddenly coughed violently: "This is a coup...::

"This is a revolution!" Xianfeng said, "If you fail, you will be a coup, if you succeed, you will be a revolution!"

The room was silent again.

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"Gentlemen, democracy is not about treating guests to dinner." Zhao Si suddenly said, "When the rules of the game make the cheaters win forever...::::" He picked up the revolver in Scarlett's tray, "The upright people have the right to overturn the card table. And... the French Emperor has decided to support you... For cotton! The equipment that is enough to arm a division has been shipped to the warehouse in the port of Richmond!"

Hearing "the support of the French Emperor" and "the French arms have arrived", a group of American Southerners who believed in "the national protection cotton" all shone with their eyes!

With France's support, there is nothing to be afraid of.

When their grandfathers followed Washington to fight against Britain, they also relied on France's support to win the final victory!

Davis suddenly raised his wine glass and shouted loudly: "For cotton, for the United States, to Washington, and Capitol Hill.:::.!"

At the same time, California, San Francisco.

The Pacific Ocean breeze swept across Kinmen Bay, and Huang Shiren used ivory smoke poles to lift the seal on the wooden box. "Look,

Mr. Huntington," he spoke fluent but somewhat outrageous English, "it was full of fine silk shirts,

It’s no different from British and French products. If anyone likes custom-made shirts, underwear and skirts, we have prepared high-quality silk fabrics, all of which are ‘made in California’, pure American products!”

These days, there is no pure "American raw silk", but most of the silk fabrics and silk ready-to-wear sold in the US market are really made in the United States! Not only the United States, but other countries are also like this. Because the cost of producing raw silk by themselves is too high, but when turning raw silk into fabrics and even clothing, countries will use tariffs or other methods to hold it in their hands as much as possible.

Such unfree trade has caused great losses to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.:::

Charles Crocker opened a wooden box and twisted a piece of satin to look at the sun. The silk surface was shining with the luster of pearls under the scorching sun in California, but the wooden box was labeled as "Sacramento Textile Factory". "Oh God," Carney, who had just chosen the California federal senator, drew a cross on his chest, "This is ten times stronger than those Irish girls in Boston."

"Is this really produced by a textile factory in Sacramento?" Representative Mureta touched the label on the box and suddenly lowered his voice: "It wasn't smuggled from China, right?"

On the side of the dock, a flying scissor sailboat from Shanghai was unloading the goods. Wooden boxes were unloaded by dock workers, loaded onto the wharf, and transported to the side of the dock. They were hung with a factory licensed "Sacramento Textile Broadcast". These wooden boxes were labeled "Made in the United States", "Made in California" and "Produced by Sacramento Textile Factory" when they entered the factory.

"No, no, this is not smuggling, it is completely in line with the Tariff Act of 1857." California Governor William Smith, who was a customs official, said seriously, "As long as it is not discovered by California customs, it will be completely legal! Moreover, California's prices have always been the most expensive in the United States. As governors and lawmakers, we cannot let voters not have enough food because of the high federal government's tariffs!"

Everyone present nodded in agreement.

The whistle suddenly sounded from the dock. Hopkins looked at a steam sailboat entering the port and suddenly laughed out loud: "Gentlemen, who do you guess this ship is registered?" He took out a cigar and played with it. "California Mail Shipping Company, registered capital of $200,000, and its shareholders include two federal senators, two federal representatives, four justices and eleven state prosecutors..."

"And God." Senator Carney drew a cross on his chest, and the sun shone on his diamond ring. "God of the True Job...::. So that everyone will make money!"

Everyone present laughed.
Chapter completed!