Chapter 751: Recruitment can be broken!

The cold wind in November 1862 blew from the Hudson River, causing the cold weather in New York, the capital of the Northern Federation of America. The charcoal fire in the fireplace in the conference room of the Presidential Palace crackled, but the heat generated was not enough to dispel the coldness in the hearts of the great American master!

Lincoln stood at the long table, holding the latest issue of "Harper Weekly". The picture shows soldiers of Northern Army who were frozen into ice sculptures after the Battle of Bison Valley. Their expressions were frozen in fear and despair - the painting was like a lifelike thing! Lincoln's heart was so cold.

There was a "pop".

Lincoln slapped the pictorial on the table, which immediately attracted several gazes of concern for the country, the people, and the president.

"Gentlemen!" Lincoln's voice was low and hoarse, full of disappointment with the federal army. "Is this how our army is performing in the western battlefield? Seven thousand federal soldiers were slaughtered by a group of black slaves and Chinese people like sheep?"

Minister of War Edwin Stanton held his glasses, his old face full of grief and anger: "Mr. President, it's not that our federal army is not working hard, but that Zhao Si is too cunning and cruel. He is simply doing everything he can to anger Brigadier General Black and our heroic federal soldiers! He is simply an unforgivable criminal!"

"Cunning? Brutal?" Lincoln sneered, "This is the best compliment to the enemy! This cunning, brutal guy, with a group of black slaves and outlaws, was able to run rampant in Missouri and Kansas! Now that he has crossed the Missouri River, Nebraska has no dangers to defend, and there are wealthy farms everywhere, he can easily raise food for the winter, and by next spring, he can cross the Missouri River to make trouble for us!"

Finance Minister Salmon Chase coughed and interrupted: "Mr. President, Zhao Si is certainly a big trouble, but the real crisis in the federal government is financially..."

"Financial?" Lincoln turned his head suddenly and looked tiredly at Chase, "What's going on? Is our federal dollars?"

The federal dollar mentioned by Lincoln refers to "green-backed banknotes" that cannot be exchanged for gold and silver.

Chase nodded and said, "The Pennsylvanian Legion lost 50,000 people in the war of attrition in the Sakhaquinas River, and the military expenditure was far beyond expectations. And Zhao Si was released in the west, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid what?" Lincoln asked.

"I'm afraid Wall Street will lose confidence in the federal government," Chase said. "Not only will the green back dollar collapse, but even federal bonds will not be issued."

The room suddenly became quiet.

Compared with military failure, what is more fatal to the New York federal government is the collapse of currency.

Because the New York federal government is not a "fully legal" government, the Southern Federation of Washington is more legal than the Northern Federation of New York. Currently, only the great powers in the world are recognized by the North Korean Heaven.

Therefore, the green-backed dollar and federal bonds issued by the New York government originally mean "illegal currency" and "illegal bonds". If the green-backed dollar and the Northern Federal bonds collapsed, without the US dollar, can the world's second largest industry in the Northern Federal start construction? Can the 400% grain self-sufficiency rate still ensure that more than 20 million people have enough food and drink?

"Mr. President, I suggest you calm down."

Commander-in-chief William Sherman, who had just returned to New York from the Front Command in Harrisburg, finally spoke, his voice hoarse, and it seemed that his days were not very easy on the front line of the Sakhaquinas River.

"Calm down?" Lincoln narrowed his eyes: "General Sherman, what do you mean is that I should let Zhao Si rage in the west?"

Sherman walked to the map and tapped his fingers hard on the Mississippi River: "The war in Kansas and Missouri is just a small problem. The battlefield that can really determine the outcome of the war is here - the Mississippi River! As long as Grant can take down Vicksburg, control the Mississippi River, and cut off the connection between the south, Robert Lee's army will be like a snake that is pinched to his throat, and no matter how fierce it is, it will not last long."

He paused, his eyes sharp as a knife: "No matter how hard Zhao Si can fight, he is just a bandit. He has neither a stable base nor sufficient industrial support. His old nest, Colorado territory, lacks everything except gold and silver. What can he do if he takes over the entire Nebraska? No railways, no arsenals, and even no black people! There are not many black people west of the Mississippi River. Sooner or later, his army will run out of ammunition, food, and lack personnel to supplement it, and eventually collapse on its own."

Navy Secretary Gideon Wells couldn't help but interrupt: "But his atrocities in Missouri have caused panic, and the newspapers are calling us incompetent every day!"

"Newspaper?" Sherman sneered, "Let them scold. War is not won by newspapers."

"But Wall Street" Chase said worriedly.

Lincoln waved his hand and stopped his Treasury Secretary from continuing to make "vulgar" money: "So, General Sherman, what's your suggestion?"

"Staying on the west for the time being, and fully supporting Grant to open up the Mississippi River." Sherman insisted on, "When the south loses the war, we will turn back and deal with Zhao Si. There are also the West Coast Chinese hiding behind him!"

"President," Chase said after Sherman, and immediately spoke, "Although I agree with General Sherman's strategy in principle, we must also come up with ways to calm the mood of Wall Street. Especially the federal bond bidding two months later!"

"I got it, let me think about it."

Lincoln sat down on his chair, waved his hand with difficulty, and announced the end of the meeting.

When everyone left, his private secretary John Nicholas hurried in and whispered: "Mr. President, Hong Ren-ye is back from California!"

Lincoln suddenly felt spirited: "Prepare the car, let's go to Chinatown for the two of us, don't disturb others."

The Zhenyoupai Cathedral is located deep in Chinatown, New York, with red walls and green tiles, flying eaves and corners. Two stone lions in front of the door are silent in the snow. When President Lincoln, who was visiting in a secluded dress, stepped into the Archbishop's dedicated study, Hong Renyu was lying on the desk and was writing something? The desk was covered with an unfinished English manuscript. Lincoln glanced and found that the title was: "By the water".

"Mr. President, why are you here? You won't let me know." Hong Ren-yong hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Lincoln glanced at the manuscript: "What is this? At the water? What is at the water?"

"This is one of the four great classics in China." Hong Renyu placed a thread-pack book in front of the US president, "talking about the story of 108 heroes gathered in Liangshanpo and were eventually recruited by the court."

Lincoln raised his eyebrows: "Recruitment? What does it mean?"

"It means that when the government forces cannot defeat local bandits or separatist forces, they use their official positions, money or territory to buy bandits or separatist forces' leaders." Hong Renyu explained, "In order to obtain temporary peace, and when the country has spare strength, try to clean up!"

"Oh" Lincoln is certainly not unfamiliar with the method Hong Ren-ye said. Such things are also available in the United States! Isn't the current status of the three Chinese states on the West Coast "recruitment"?

He suddenly thought of something and looked at Hong Renyu: "Biden Hong, do you think I can recruit Zhao Si?"

"Of course." Hong Renyu smiled, "Zhao Si is now like a hero in Liangshan. He seems to be powerful, but in fact he has no roots. If the president is willing to give him the title of "Governor of the West" and allow him to rule the western territories such as Colorado, Idaho, and Utah, why should he be enemies with the Federation again? He is an outsider, and by inciting black slaves to rebellion, would he still dare to be the president of the United States?"

Lincoln snorted: "What he did in Missouri and Kansas will not only arouse hostility from the north, but also the slave owners in the south will not be able to tolerate him!"

Hong Renyi picked up the teacup and sipped it: "That's it. For him, it is the best choice to occupy some land in the western United States to be the King of Pingxi."

Lincoln stood up and looked at the flying snowflakes outside the window: "Okay, as long as Zhao Si withdraws from Nebraska, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, Idaho, and Nevada, all of which can be ruled by him. He is the King of Pingxi in America!"

Hong Renqiu smiled and suggested: "You can let the archbishop of North American diocese, Hong Daquan, be a middleman. As long as the archbishop comes forward, Zhao Si will definitely obey."

"Okay!" Lincoln nodded, "Then please ask Bishop Hong to come forward and ask Archbishop Hong to be a middleman."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Hong Renyi smiled slightly and picked up his pen to write four Chinese characters on the cover of the unfinished manuscript of "By the water":

"Recruitment can be broken."

In the newly completed building of the Chinese and Western style of the Prime Minister's Office in Tianjin, King Luo Yaoguo of Wu was playing chess with his chief of staff Zhao Liewen. The King of Wu played Go too bad, and Zhao Liewen was embarrassed to lose to him, so when Luo Yaoguo was addicted to chess, he would use a chess to deal with it.

Just as Luo Yaoguo pushed the big "car" that could be walked horizontally and vertically across the Chu River and Han Realm, Fu Shanxiang, the female secretary, was already standing outside the door with a telegram box.

"Your Highness, the secret telegram from King Honggan." Fu Shanxiang said softly, "It has been translated."

"Shanxiang, bring it to me." Luo Yaoguo picked up the cup of Biluochun, took a sip, and took the telegram handed over by Fu Dami. After taking a look, he showed joy, "Haha, Zhao Si really wants to get into the King of Pingxi in America!" As he said that, he handed the telegram to Zhao Liewen: "Huifu, what do you think?"

Like Luo Yaoguo, Zhao Liewen knew what was under the painted skin of Zhao Si? He said immediately: "Your Highness, Lincoln used a delaying strategy. After he finished cleaning up the south, he would eventually cut the knife against the west coast. And Zhao Si is always a hidden danger, and he has to be guarded against!"

"Shanxiang," when the King of Wu stood up, he walked a few steps in his large study with his hands behind his back. "Thank you for a hard time, take the train to Shanghai and invite Mr. Nathaniel Rothschild to Tianjing--that I said that I had a big deal to help with the business."
Chapter completed!