"God of General, 60% of the tea trade in Asia is completely monopolized by the UK, and 50% of silk is also controlled by the British. As for porcelain, although we French can divide more porcelain, 80% of the highest-end porcelain produced in China is directly or indirectly controlled by the British..."

"Don't you want to know how much wealth the UK can grab from Asia in a year? Do you want to hear the truth?"

Money! Evil money can indeed attract people. Stefansky couldn't help but stop himself, "What the hell do you want to say?"

"Dear General, I don't want to say anything. I just want to tell you that after passing this sea area, even if you truly enter a country of gold..."

"Do you know how much opium tax the British government collects from Asian opium dealers a year? Haha... I scared you when I said it. It was no less than 2 million pounds. This is just tax. The countless smuggled opium trade that evades tariffs are not included..."

"Our French intelligence agencies once estimated that the British could rob China of five or six million taels of silver every year using only opium, and there were almost twice the precious goods that were precious, which means that the transaction volume of the opium trade had reached the terrifying scale of 20 million taels of silver for the whole year..."

"Opium alone has made so much profit, but the game is far from over... The British forced Indian slaves to plant opium and cotton in large quantities, and then simply processed and refined them to make opium and rough cloth, and transported them to China for dumping..."

"These products that are almost cost-free are truly expensive and good goods in China, fine porcelain that Europeans cannot burn, top-quality black tea, and green tea that ordinary citizens do not see, including silk like clouds..."

"How many times will these top-notch goods be shipped to Europe? I can tell you at least three times more!"

"The opium trade of 20 million can be exchanged for 60 million European sales. How much can the UK make from such a spiral trade? Don't forget that even the initial 20 million opium was produced by Indian slaves. This is a game of making money from nothing..."

"It only takes a little early start-up capital, and the British can gain a steady stream of benefits, because they have controlled the logistics chain on the sea, and they are completely controlled by them from the beginning to the end..."

Molière pointed at the countless ships in the bay and breathed deeply, venting his depression. "General! Now take a look at how many ships are there on this sea? There are only two, one is fame and the other is profit. This sea is the real country of gold!"

"Don't worry about what goods are loaded on these ships, no matter what opium, cloth, iron, glass... or whether it is silver, gold, porcelain, silk, tea, rhubarb or even pig bristles..."

"After all, it's money. The total value of goods traveling back and forth in this sea area will not be less than one billion pounds... The Golden Kingdom really exists, and that's not the dream talk that Marco Polo said after getting drunk!"

With a gurgle, it was obvious that Stefansky swallowed, and a greedy light appeared in his eyes. "What's the use of telling me about these? These are all British transactions. It may be difficult for us Russians to interfere. All we want is the interests of northern China..."

"Although I'm a little less meat than the British, it's better than nothing!"

"No! You are so unreliable. I feel ashamed of you for saying such despicable words!" Molière rushed over and grabbed the general's wrist.

"General, I have a great fortune to give to you, no no... I want to give to Russia, I want to give to His Majesty the Tsar, it depends on whether you have the courage to eat it!"

"In ancient Chinese legends, there is a monk named Tang Monk. He is a very confused monk. He often scolds and even knocks away his most loyal disciples and the most powerful bodyguard... But Tang Monk's meat is very delicious, and he can live forever with just one bite!"

"China is the confused monk, and now he is not able to defend himself. The British have already rushed to bite the flesh and blood. Will you ignore it..."

Molière took out a piece of paper from his pocket like a devil who seduced a crime, "This is an emergency power sent to me just on the shore. Our French spy network in Asia is much stronger than your Russian ones. We just found a very important information..."

"A vault of Xiao Letian has been exposed... a full ten tons of gold, are you not tempted by General?"

"What!" Stefansky exclaimed in an instant, "My God, are you lying to me? Ten tons of gold!"

The commander-in-chief was subconsciously frightened by this number. He shook his head desperately, "No, no, no, I will not let greed fascinate my heart. I am a calm and rational soldier. I have my own judgment. I know what my mission is! Sorry, I will not be disturbed by you!"

Papa...Mori slapped and slapped her face with a smirk, "It's really admirable. No wonder the Ottoman Turkish navy you fought in the Black Sea can't find North, no wonder His Majesty the Tsar trusts you so much!"

"But, as far as I know, Russia's finances are about to run out. If you borrow from Britain and our France, you may not even be able to exchange interest. Are I wrong?"

"You!" Stefansky was furious, and his beard was blown up.

"If you dare to insult me, Russia, no matter whether you are a little face on the French Emperor's bed or not, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks! Do you dare to challenge me!"

Molière's injured right face jumped twice, and he showed a strange smile and bowed and said, "I'm sorry, if my words misunderstood you, I apologize to you. In fact, I respect His Majesty the Tsar very much!"

"I personally respect His Majesty Alexander II very much. Although France and His Majesty Nicholas I had a fierce war, I did not despise the Russian nation in my heart. On the contrary, I think Russia is a very great nation!"

"The brief failure made His Majesty realize the problems that exist in Russia, so the great Tsar carried out a magnificent abolition of the serf system... I really admire it very much, and what made me even more incredible was that His Majesty the Tsar actually chose a relatively peaceful abolition of slavery!"

"What a wise Majesty. Look at the American abolition path, it turned out to be a civil war. It was such a group of barbarians. Those Protestants and Puritans who could not survive in Europe were actually a group of gangsters, and they had no aristocratic temperament at all..."
Chapter completed!