1850 American Gold Tycoon

"I know that you are the owners of this land. The Mexican government gave you the land here. Although it is now the territory of the United States of America, the ownership of this land still belongs to you, not to those who have illegally occupied it. Gold Diggers. Google Search Read”

In Sutter's Castle, Liang Yao knew nothing about the conspiracy in San Francisco at this time. He was talking to representatives of early immigrants who settled in California before the gold rush. In order to achieve the purpose of purchasing land from them.

“You hate those gold diggers, you hate them for disturbing your pure life, and wantonly occupying and stealing your land and property.

Although I am also a gold digger, I am different from them. I respect the legitimate rights and interests of every land owner. Every grain of gold I have is mined on my own land. Is it right? Mr. Sartre? "

"Yes." Sartre replied very honestly.

These early immigrants were also willing to believe this. In the past three months, Liang Yao also purchased food and goods from them and conducted fair transactions with them, so they had a good impression of Liang Yao.

Of course, they prefer to believe that their old friend Sartre, who has been friends with them for many years, will not deceive them. Sartre was a trustworthy person in their eyes.

"You hate these illegal occupiers, but you can't do anything about them. I deeply sympathize with this. I have a proposal. I will buy your land and bear the losses."

Liang Yao looked around at these early immigrants and made his proposal.

Some early immigrants were already ready to take action after hearing Liang Yao's proposal.

First, because they could not hold the land, there were too many gold diggers.

The second reason is that their land was originally donated by the Mexican government, or purchased from the Mexican government at a small price.

During the westward expansion movement, in order to encourage the eastern population to move westward and change the overcrowded status quo in the east, the U.S. government proposed the principle of who occupies and owns the land in the west, who cultivates it, and who owns it.

Those robber-like gold diggers often talk about these words, which makes them mentally uncertain and doubt whether the U.S. government will recognize the legality of the land grant from the Mexican government.

If they could throw away this burden now and get some money, it would be a good choice for them.

Some early settlers were still lingering on about the gold beneath their land.

“But there’s gold beneath these lands!”

As for whether the U.S. government would recognize the legitimacy of the Mexican government, only Liang Yao among those present had a definite answer: yes.

This is not because the U.S. government is too trustworthy, but because the U.S. has been encouraging Americans to immigrate to Mexico since the early 1820s.

The Mexican government has also introduced measures to welcome immigrants from the United States, especially Americans to the Texas region, because it can develop the economies of these regions and provide them with more tax revenue. At the same time, these Americans can also be used to defend the Mexicans from attacks by northern Indian tribes.

The Mexican government thought it was a good strategy to kill two birds with one stone, but it failed to realize that its own foolish behavior would backfire. As a result, some Mexicans in later generations even complained about why the United States didn’t swallow up the entire Mexico?

The Mexican government granted large amounts of land to those American settlers, and the number of early American settlers in California was so small that it was almost negligible.

But there are hundreds of thousands of American immigrants in Texas, and they all have more or less land generously donated by the Mexican government. If the U.S. government does not recognize the legality of these lands, it will just swallow up Texas. The region would either riot or fall back into the arms of Mexico.

The U.S. government still knows which one is more important.

"Who knows if there is gold buried under those lands? Gold mining itself is a risky gamble."

Liang Yao smiled, walked to the center, and lifted up the cloth in the center. Everyone present went crazy for it!

"Oh my God! Gold!"

"This is the first time in my life that I have seen so much gold!"

"Oh my God, this damn color is so amazing!"

When 30,000 ounces, that is, more than 900 kilograms of gold are placed in front of your eyes, the shock it brings is difficult to describe in words.

Especially these old haters who had never seen the world, they lost their composure on the spot and went crazy.

"Since you like gold, I will also bear the risk of gold mining for you and use all my gold to buy land from you. Gentlemen, you must know that I have to bear the risk not only of gold mining, but also of whether the U.S. government recognizes the gift of the Mexican government. risks to legality."

Liang Yao stared at these rude early immigrants with contentment. Don't you want gold? I have ready gold!

"Mr. Liang, you are such a kind-hearted person. God bless you."

"With such favorable conditions, we have no reason to refuse."

“We must not let down Mr. Liang’s good intentions!”

Under the temptation of gold, these early immigrants unanimously agreed to sell their land to Liang Yao, who smiled with satisfaction.

"In that case, gentlemen, go back and take your land deeds to me in exchange for gold. I'll be waiting for you at Sutter's Castle!"

They arrived with two carts full of gold, and returned with a bag of contracts worthless to outsiders.

Even Liang Yao's assistant didn't understand what Liang Yao was doing. Is it worth exchanging gold for a bunch of land grant certificates from the Mexican government?

Back in Sacramento, Liang Yao quietly locked up all these contracts. A few months later, what now seemed like scrap paper was enough to make him a multimillionaire.

Liang Yao bought a burger and a sandwich from his restaurant and wolfed down the milk.

At this time, there was a burst of sparse gunfire outside the window. Liang Yao didn't pay much attention to it and just thought it was Deng Yan and his guards who were training.

It wasn't until the gunshots became more and more intensive, and the cries mixed with the gunfire reached his ears, that Liang Yao realized that something had happened.

"what happened?"

After confirming that the two rotating pistols he was carrying were loaded, Liang Yao bent over with the gun in his hand, carefully opened the door and came out to find out.

"Robbers! The robbers are coming!"

Deng Yan quickly gathered more than thirty Chinese guards and a dozen hired white gunmen.

The gunshots were dense but not chaotic, and the shooting was very organized, which showed that the opponent had a large number of people, and the shooting was a volley of guns. This was by no means an ordinary robber. It was probably the deserters that were rumored.

Liang Yao's head was very confused and he tried his best to stay calm.

"Where are the eight Mounties?"

Liang Yao asked as he rubbed his temples.

"Third brother! Those ghost guys' arrests are running away!"

Deng Wenqi cursed and staggered out of the police station next door.

With a burst of neat gunfire, more than a dozen gold prospectors fell dead in the American River, and the water of the American River was dyed red.

These gangsters did not disperse in a hurry to loot the gold from the gold diggers, but methodically reloaded it in place. This made Liang Yao even more determined that they were by no means ordinary gangsters. But those deserters from the military forts in California.

With his current armed forces, he is probably no match for these desperadoes.

"Go to San Francisco and ask Flag for reinforcements!" Liang Yao said with a solemn expression.

"Third brother, give me a fast horse! I'll go!"

Deng Wenshun, who had just returned from purchasing supplies from the Indian tribe, asked for orders.

"Ride my horse! Go!"

Liang Yao gave his horse to Deng Wenshun, and suddenly remembered that Deng Wenshun might not be very good at English, so he took out the pen from his pocket and wanted to write a note and give it to Deng Wenshun.

"No need, I know what ghosts say!"

I saw that Deng Wenshun had already mounted his horse, whipped his whip, and galloped away to the west.

"San Francisco is too far away from here. Far water can't quench the thirst of the locals! My boss is closer to here! There are dozens of people there. I will go to my boss and ask him to help!" Deng Wenyao said.

Deng Wenyao's suggestion was very reasonable. San Francisco was more than a hundred kilometers away from here. After all this time, their bodies might have been cold before Flagg arrived in Sacramento.

"Go back quickly!"

Although Liang Yao didn't know whether Sartre was willing to take risks, he still planned to give it a try.

The nearby gold diggers dispersed in panic and fled this place of right and wrong, leaving only a mess behind.

"Liang, I think we should join forces."

Captain Weber brought more than fifty people from the Boston Company to Liang Yao's mansion. Liang Yao's mansion was the strongest building in Sacramento.

"Indeed, welcome, Captain Weber!"

Liang Yao shook hands with Weber. There were twelve or thirteen professional gunmen in the Boston Company. Fighting alone was no match for those gangsters. They might still have a chance of survival if they joined forces.

"Count us in!" A ragged gold digger in the crowd with a dusty face calmly fired back in the direction of the gangsters, knocking down two or three gangsters, and then retreated into Liang Yao's house while fighting. Inside.

"Sven?"

Liang Yao didn't have time to think too much about why Sven didn't leave San Francisco and chose to come to Sacramento to pan for gold. He accepted Sven and asked Deng Yando to pay attention to Sven's every move.

So many things happened suddenly, making his nerves tense and sensitive.

"Did you see that big house in front? That big house contains the richest man in California. He mined several tons of gold in Sacramento! As long as we take that big house, the gold will be ours!"

Brandon excitedly waved his pistol and directed his men to attack Liang Yao's house. His bloodshot eyes radiated with bloodthirsty and hot light.

"Who told you to shoot at this time! Reload quickly! Don't shoot without my order!"

Although Webb issued a gun to everyone in the Boston Company, the Boston Company, including Captain Webb himself, had only thirteen professional gunmen.

Only a few of these professional gunmen have actual combat experience.

The scene was very chaotic for a time, and everyone fired guns randomly. This may scare away ordinary gangsters, but it cannot scare away crazy gangsters who were once professional soldiers.

Are the professional soldiers who were able to undergo disarmament and stay in the army after the end of the US-Mexican War just an ordinary person?