Xiao Letian's colonial model was completely different from that of the Europeans. He relied on the huge population base of the Central Plains and the refugee group that had been generated by years of turmoil, and began to immigrate Chinese to Southeast Asia.

Xiao Letian wants the resources of Nanyang. He can build the reclamation area himself, use the Chinese immigrant group to build villages one by one to explore new farmlands and eventually connect countless farmlands and villages into a huge reclamation area.

Rice, rubber, spices... including seafood and some minerals. These wealth does not rely on the hands of the local Tubang kings and natives, but only uses the power of their own Chinese people.

Maybe some people say that this is just a pure immigration occupation? But Xiao Letian was very clever and did not directly clarify the situation. He chose to make a compromise at the most critical node.

Xiao Letian will never challenge the cakes of European powers. Taxes will be paid as usual. All the industries involved in European capital have chosen to give in, such as gold mines, long-distance trade, spices, etc. Xiao Letian has been involved in these industries very shallowly, and his funds are mainly concentrated in the relatively low-profit industry of grain planting trade.

We will make the hard money you European powers are unwilling to make, and we will temporarily avoid the big money you are making.

Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Xiao Letian did not operate the reclamation area in the name of the country, but invested in these Chinese gathering areas in the name of Lotte Bank and foreign banks.

This purely commercial model avoids sovereignty disputes with European colonists and Tubang Kings, and completely defines the reclamation area as a commercial investment project, just like the current Tanggu Special Zone.

In international law, the Tanggu Industrial Special Zone has now become an independent investment by Xiao Lotte Group and operated in the Qing Dynasty. It is protected by the commercial law of all countries. Moreover, through "friendly" consultation with the Qing Dynasty, the Special Zone has obtained autonomy.

There is no need to ask for autonomy too much. Just write it for seventy or eighty years. God knows whether the Qing Dynasty will still be there in seventy or eighty years.

The in-depth colonization of Nanyang is also the same routine. Lotte Bank, foreign banks and large commercial groups of the Chinese have signed investment contracts with the colonists and Tubang King for more than 80 years.

For the colonists and the king of the country, using a piece of empty paper and those worthless tropical rainforests can earn cash and future tax guarantees. This is a business that is stable and profitable.

Therefore, the Nanyang reclamation area did not encounter any resistance and gradually grew stronger. Although there were many conflicts between the Chinese and indigenous monkeys in the reclamation area, under the mediation of Xiao Letian diplomats, the reclamation area has had very close relations with the Europeans and the Tubal royal family in recent years.

This is reasonable. What is the greatest wealth accumulated by China's thousands of years of bureaucratic culture? Of course, it is a culture of corruption! Chinese officials have the most diverse gift-giving methods in the world. They are simply perfect in using such a small way to transfer secret interests.

In the eyes of these Central Plains bureaucrats, the Europeans' methods of soliciting bribes and bribery are simply as straightforward as elementary school students, and those stupid kings of the country are even more unable to resist the flattery knowledge accumulated by thousands of years of bureaucratic culture.

Look, everything in the world is useful, and even if you want to use the right place, it is a treasure. The CIA has discovered many geniuses who bribed and solicited bribes in the Qing Dynasty in recent years, commonly known as official oil students.

These people united and took them to the Southeast Asian countries to corrode European colonial officials and local kings, which was like using cannons to bomb mosquitoes.

What a magical plan this is. Molière now has the urge to kneel down to his enemy Xiao Letian. Isn’t this a genius?

There are countless Chinese immigrants in Xiao Letian's reclamation area, which is actually the huge camel in the Middle East proverb. In the sandstorm, the owner hid in the tent, and the camel carefully stretched his head in.

"I just put my head in to avoid the wind, and my body is still outside... You see, my head is in, can my shoulders come in?... I have my shoulders come in, so will my front legs come in..."

The camel squeezed in bit by bit, and when the owner of the tent found that he had no space, it was too late, and the owner of the camel pushed his butt, and the owner of the tent could only roll into the sandstorm.

It is a very old-fashioned but classic strategy that is difficult for ordinary people to see through. The main reason is that this strategy takes a very long time, and the previous paralysis work must be done in place.

The Chinese diplomats who wandered around Nanyang to eat, drink and have fun were just anesthetics spread throughout Nanyang, so that they could not see what these Chinese were doing, or they thought that they were just a group of greedy farmers working.

Anyway, people all over the world know that Chinese people are extremely good at farming, so they love to do such things, so it is natural to farm hard!

Molière shook his head and sighed, "I'm sure those British colonial officials and the kings of the country don't know the existence of these 120,000 tons of rice! If they had really seen a grain warehouse of this size, they would not have been afraid of the Chinese..."

"It's hidden too deeply. One step further up the deep colonization is to actually occupy it, but only this layer of window paper is missing, Xiao Letian can deceive the whole world!"

"But you must never deceive me with such a damn thing! Molière will surely expose your conspiracy in front of the whole world, you conspirator!"

Molière cursed at the sky and the Russian officials beside him were stunned. Although they were shocked by such a huge grain warehouse, they were not hysterical.

But what happened next was even more unthinkable. Moli was so tired that he held the granary and gasped heavily. He took out a cigarette from his military uniform pocket and lit it and took a few deep breaths.

He said to his intelligence officer indifferently, "Splash kerosene... and burn this food!"

"God! Are you crazy? This is 120,000 tons of rice. Oh my god, this can be eaten by Moscow people for a year..."

Stefansky jumped up on the spot and wanted to stop him, but Molière's two faint words left him speechless.

"Moscow people eat for a year? Can you take it away? You said this is a huge wealth. Can you convert it into cash?"

"You can't take it away, and it can't be turned into cash. This does not belong to you Russia... What right do you have to stop me? Remember this for me, this is Xiao Letian's food. If you keep it for him, it will be the enemy!"

Stefansky, whom Molière refuted, was speechless. They knew that according to the laws of war, it was right for Molière to try every means to weaken the enemy.

But this is 120,000 tons of food. In the bitter and cold Russia, countless poor people starve to death every winter. Their feelings for food are beyond the reach of the French in the warm areas.

"Hey... Damn it, since you French are willing to commit crimes, we will not interfere. We will send orders to let the soldiers take the gold and silver onto the ship as soon as possible. We don't have much time to delay... Let's go!"

Russian officials withdrew from the grain warehouse, and at the same time, huge bamboo and wood granaries began to smoke and fire, and soon the pile of grain poured with kerosene turned into huge torches.

One, two, three, four...number! The south of Bailayi City has become a sea of ​​fire, and people are unable to get close to it because the heat waves are roasted. Even the streams within ten meters of the fire scene have been dried.

The blazing fire can be seen faintly dozens of kilometers away, and all Chinese people have an unknown thought in their minds.

"Is it because Bai Layi's granary is on fire? Oh my God! That's our five years of savings..."

Mori smirked and threw the cigarette butt into the fire, and the blazing light of the blazing flames leaped on his face.
Chapter completed!