I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

It was already evening when Zhu Fugui arrived in Port Angeles.

The distance of 50 kilometers is neither short nor long, which is very suitable for a carriage.

The "Da Ming Empire Secrecy Regulations" was issued to all armed workers and middle-level cadres half a month ago.

The first of which is that it is strictly forbidden to drive motor vehicles out of the forest farm operation area.

This is the highest level of secrecy.

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhu Fugui to drive to do business with Canadians.

This time just to see the market, Zhu Fugui's convoy did not carry a lot of goods.

There are only some defective products of modern industry. Let's see if any white people with bad brains are willing to buy them.

But when he arrived at the port, Zhu Fugui found that there were Chinese everywhere on the pier.

These malnourished Chinese coolies can carry loads much heavier than themselves for a few shillings.

The white policeman, probably the policeman, held a stick and helped the businessmen who had just disembarked to disperse the Chinese laborers who came to rob business.

Some gang members who look like green skins, including whites and Chinese, are collecting members from the Chinese workers who have received jobs.

Zhu Fugui's face was a little ugly.

It's not that those Chinese laborers who look like black car drivers at the train station have no quality and lose the face of the Chinese.

There is no food to eat, so when it comes to quality, it must be to find a way to survive.

What makes Zhu Fugui uncomfortable is the huge contrast between these ragged Chinese and the bustling wharf.

These people are different from those Chinese who immigrated overseas later.

They miss their homeland without any barriers of identity.

But these people are also disorganized and undisciplined, like a pan of loose sand that cannot gather together.

Zhu Fugui really hoped that they could form a reliable gang and fight for some power for the nation.

But the reality is that the only function of those Chinese gangs formed by the township party is to oppress their compatriots.

……

There are no ferries at night.

Zhu Fugui and others paid five dollars to rest for one night in a simple hotel.

Early the next morning they embarked on the ferry, the New Harlem.

Four years ago, the world's first modern iron-hulled ship was launched in France.

Last year, the naval battle between the Confederate States and the Northern Union was the first time in the world that ironclad ships were used in actual combat.

Naturally, there are no iron-hulled ships in this remote northwestern part of the Americas.

The "New Harlem" is an old wood-hulled ship, but also stylishly converted to steam power.

This is not the first time Zhu Fugui has been on a boat.

A few months ago, he was brought over from Shanghai by a bigger ship.

But at that time, Zhu Fugui could only curl up in the bilge, crowded with the smelly fresh water and meat.

But now, at least he can stand on the deck and enjoy the sea breeze.

Of course, still in the identity of Donald's entourage.

This is also impossible.

Whether he is a Chinese or a Yin, it is difficult for Zhu Fugui to even buy a boat ticket, let alone board a boat to transport goods.

Although he had black material about Donald in his hands, Zhu Fugui still sent Yang Liu to personally "protect" him 24 hours a day.

After all, people are shameless and invincible.

If this guy is really fearless, he will be in danger.

Fortunately, maybe something is too small to be shy to meet people, or maybe doing business with gangsters is just a routine operation, Comrade Tang Sangui is still very cooperative along the way.

He even brought two cups of coffee to Zhu Fugui's side, blowing the sea breeze together.

Yang Liu was very knowledgeable this time, and took the initiative to help His Majesty test the poison.

It's just that the mouth of this guy is a little too big?

Seeing that most of the cup of coffee was missing, Zhu Fugui couldn't help but doubt his real purpose.

"Your Majesty the Emperor."

Although Donald felt that it was ridiculous for the gang leader in front of him to call himself the emperor, he still called him like this: "May I take the liberty to ask, is the goods you want to sell raw silk, pig bristles, or tea?"

In Donald's impression, that decadent oriental power is the only thing that can afford it.

Twenty or thirty years ago, in order to obtain silk and tea and at the same time reverse the outflow of silver, the British Empire came up with the method of dumping opium.

He even resorted to the use of force for this.

But times have changed.

Although China's raw silk industry is still strong today, with an annual shipment of more than 200 million kilograms, Japan, a rising star, is catching up.

As for tea, Chinese tea is no longer the only choice, not even the priority.

The British introduced Chinese tea species in Assam and other places, and successfully planted them with huge yields.

It can be said that even as a primary product supplier, China under the rule of the Qing court is becoming weaker and weaker in international trade competition.

My big America is rich in the world and has everything.

Donald really couldn't figure out what kind of business Zhu Fugui planned to do.

If there is one kind of Chinese product that the United States needs most now, it is the hard-working Chinese workers who are not afraid of death.

"Do you do business?"

"Of course you can do whatever business makes money. If you want to paint President Hill or dress the Statue of Liberty, I'm fine with that!"

With a smile, Zhu Fugui poured the remaining half cup of coffee into the sea, and found a small can of Coke out of nowhere, and drank it.

"So you are so ambitious, but..."

Donald was full of question marks, "What is President Hill? What is the Statue of Liberty?"

Chapter 054

Walking in Gastown in the mid-nineteenth century, Zhu Fugui felt a little bit out of date, as if he was watching a silent film by Chaplin.

Narrow roads with various signboards in English, French and even Russian on both sides;

With bells around their necks, mule-horses pulling carts while walking and shitting;

The drunken miner wanted to stop the way for pocket money, but was kicked away by Yang Liu;

Equipped with cumbersome boilers and coal shovels, emitting black smoke, polluting the streets, and making rumbling noises, the steam cars stopped at the side of the road from time to time because of breakdowns;

……

If it weren't for the fact that all of this only happened on Warter Street in the center of the town, Zhu Fugui almost thought he was in a city, not a small town created by the gold rush.

Looking at the rock's expression, Zhu Fugui knew that this place is indeed much more prosperous than Seattle.

only……

Zhu Fugui covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

The taste is really too strong.

The streets stink, the animals and people stink.

It is hard to imagine that the sanitation conditions in the "city" of this era are actually worse than those in the countryside.

Donald seemed to have been used to such a city appearance for a long time.

He looked at the posters of the shops on the street with great interest.

There will be various business information on it.

This is a Jewish talent.

In the field of business, who can be the opponent of the Jews?

If Zhu Fugui knew what he was thinking, he would definitely scoff at him.

In this life, Zhu Fugui's ancestral home was in Fengyang, which was far from the headquarters of Huizhou merchants.

But he was born at the foot of Yandang Mountain, that is, Wenzhou!

As a half Wenzhou native, Young Master Zhu is afraid of you?

Where is your hometown?

Although my Wenzhou real estate speculators group is far away, I must speculate!

……

After some investigation, Zhu Fugui had an intuitive impression of the scale of Gaishi Town.

Asking Donald to inquire, Zhu Fugui easily found the only bookstore in the town.

This bookstore belongs to the property of the most famous bar owner in the town, Jia Dalton.

The name of Gasstown comes from the nickname "Gassy" of Jack Deighton.

That speaks volumes about his local energy.

However, Zhu Fugui had no intention of going to the Gas Bar to have a chance meeting with this legend.

When Zhu Fugui read novels before, there were always protagonists who liked to have frequent contact with all kinds of old foxes, and then relied on his little social experience of a three-legged cat to make ends meet.

Zhu Fugui didn't think he had such good luck.

Kidnapping and using Donald, a Jew, is already taking a big risk.

For other uncontrollable factors, Zhu Fugui's attitude is that seeing each other is worse than seeing each other, and simply doing business is fine.

As Donald's entourage, Zhu Fugui walked into this humble newspaper office.

There are few newspapers and books here.

But according to Donald:

"These Brits just love to pretend to be cultured!"

"We Americans don't buy a bunch of useless books for appearance. Of course, magazines with girls are still very popular."

……

Since it happened to be morning, many town residents and businessmen came here to buy the "New Britain Morning Post".

It is the best-selling newspaper in Western Canada.

Colonists who came here from thousands of miles to pan for gold could not only learn about local news, but also news about their hometown.

Zhu Fugui picked up a copy of "New Britain Morning Post" and looked at the date:

1863 4 Month 29 Day.

This is the newspaper from four days ago.

However, in such a remote place, the timeliness of news cannot be demanded.

Zhu Fugui flipped through it casually, but there was nothing new about it.

The local news is basically that sands are suspected to be found in such and such a place, such and such company is recruiting workers or looking for goods to buy, and such and such place is attacked by Indians, but the brave sheriff has expelled them.

In terms of international news, in addition to spraying Prussia and Tsarist Russia as usual, a large section will naturally introduce the civil war in the southern neighbors.

At the end of last year, General Lincoln sent his confidant, George McClellan, known as "Little Napoleon", to lead 10 federal troops to invade Virginia, hoping to hit Richmond, the capital of the Confederacy.

However, this "little Napoleon" is obviously not good enough.

His Union Army was easily defeated by Robert Lee Zicheng and Stonewall Jackson.

The Confederate Army took the opportunity to take the initiative, crossed the Potomac River, and launched the Battle of Maryland, pushing the front line under the federal government for the first time.

In anger, Lincoln yelled "George misled me", and then decisively changed coaches.