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

The urea pants were waterproof, so Rockefeller's ass didn't get wet.

He quickly ran to the work shed and took the enamel rice bowl with his work number on it from the shelf.

This kind of rice basin has a large capacity, which is almost the same as that of smaller washbasins.

Speaking of which, it was also in Xianbeilia that Rockefeller realized that the Ming Dynasty handicraft that he treasured in his mansion in New York in the early years was a spittoon, not a rice bowl.

At this moment, he kind of missed the spittoon.

Because although the rice bowl is big, how can it be as deep as a spittoon?

The Ming cooks on the construction site are not like the cafeteria aunts in later generations of universities.

These white slaves are all the private property of Long Live Lord, and they all do manual labor.

It is not a problem to let them eat well, but it is absolutely no problem to eat enough.

Today's breakfast is corn mush and dalieba.

On the construction site where Rockefeller worked, there was an aunt from the Raksha Kingdom in the cooking class, who made authentic Da Lieba.

However, Rockefeller felt that the baguette was actually good, but it seemed too hard in the cold wind of Xianbelia.

The one who makes sticks in the cooking class is a serious chef from the French court.

Those who were captured by Ming Dynasty along with Napoleon III were supposed to be redeemed by their relatives in Paris. As a result, William I spent a lot of money to send all the French white slaves 800 meters to the bottom of the mine at one time.

The unlucky cook dug like this for three full years, and encountered five mining accidents.

Fortunately, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future blessing, and now you have come to the end of all hardships.

Although he has not yet escaped from slavery, he has been an old white slave in Dewu since five years ago, so he has some privileges and is more at ease in the organization.

Now he is also helping the cook in the cooking class, so he doesn't have to go to the construction site to do heavy physical work.

Dip Daliba in corn paste and ate bite by bite, Rockefeller wondered if he should also think of a way.

At least become a technical white slave, so as not to fight against sleepers and lay railroad tracks all day long.

Don't even think about driving excavators, cranes, etc. Those important weapons of the country should not be touched lightly unless they are the holders of the Great Ming Zhuka.

Had to think of something else.

Rockefeller thought it would be of little value to discuss with these fellow workers.

After all, most of the white slaves were basically prisoners of war who could not read a few characters, and there were even old white men who voluntarily joined the slavery and obtained the permanent residency of Ming Dynasty.

This group of guys' heads are like lumps of wood, and they can't communicate at all.

Rockefeller had heard that some professors and scholars from the two American kingdoms would rather give up their teaching positions and reputations than go to Daming to wash dishes.

But such people are a minority after all, and most of them are liberal arts scholars, so they are of no use to Rockefeller.

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly saw several Ming soldiers in woolen trench coats walking over with a group of shrugged white slaves.

A second lieutenant of the Ming Dynasty explained: "Captain Li, this is a new white slave who has been tried and the problem is not particularly serious. I will hand it over to you. Someone who steals, rapes and tricks tells us that we will send them away. where to go."

Li Xijun nodded, glared coldly at those white slaves, and said in fluent but heavily accented Chinese English: "You newcomers, be honest, our emperor is kind enough to spare your life and make amends. It doesn't mean that I am easy to fool." of……"

Li Xijun explained the rules of the construction team to these new white slaves one by one, including the minimum punishment of whipping and various punishments with no upper limit.

Those white slaves were all low-browed and pleasing to the eye, and they were extremely honest. None of them dared to say that Captain Li's English was funny or substandard.

Chapter 855 Transformation of Oil Tycoon

Looking at those white slaves who were trained like the third grandson, Rockefeller stuffed the last piece of big Liba into his mouth and smiled slightly.

That's how he was reprimanded by Captain Li at the time.

But it turns out that life here is not as scary as it sounds, as long as you do your best.

After all, the white slaves were all the private property of His Majesty the Emperor. If they were killed, they would have to explain the situation to the Bureau.

No reason, even for the purpose of abusing the white slaves for fun, the red bird will also intervene.

Rockefeller somewhat understood why Accra fell two years ago, ah no, when it was liberated by the Tiantian soldiers, the workers in his oil company would rather become white slaves than accept the protection and arming of the British army.

"Ok?"

Rockefeller frowned, feeling a little surprised.

Among the crowd, there was a white slave who looked familiar to him.

After thinking about it carefully, that young man was not a prominent figure.

The reason why I have some impressions is entirely because the other party has repeatedly harassed me.

It started years ago when the young man somehow got past the security guards and entered his office in a New York building to sell a printing press he had invented.

In all fairness, that printing press is really distinctive and creative.

Normally speaking, it can be regarded as a very remarkable invention, which can improve office efficiency to a certain extent.

However, at that time, imported printing presses from the Ming Dynasty had flooded into New York.

Daming's printing presses worked fast and well, the price was still very moderate, and most importantly, they were extremely reliable.

No one would ever buy his primitive printing press.

Of course, Rockefeller would not be taken advantage of, and directly let the security guard take this guy out.

A few months later, this candy-like guy stopped Rockefeller on the road again.

Under the beating of the security guards, he repeatedly promoted the new type of transmitter and new type of telephone he invented...

But Rockefeller couldn't see any cost-effectiveness of these things compared with Ming products.

Take telephones as an example. For products with the same performance, his quotation is three to five times higher than that of Ming products.

Spending money on this kind of thing is an insult to oneself as a capitalist, let alone investing huge sums of money.

Over the next year or so, the young man repeatedly harassed Rockefeller and other rich men.

But his new inventions are always repeatedly beaten by Ming products, and there is no market at all.

Later, Rockefeller didn't care about this young man any more. He just heard from the security guards that the idiot who always peddled patents in the rich area was completely bankrupt.

After being called several times by people from the bank to demand money, he had no choice but to leave and go to the Rhode Island Naval Base to become a sailor.

Given the horrific death rate of war today, Rockefeller also regarded him as a dead man.

I didn't expect this kid's life to be quite tough.

Not only did he not die in the brutal war or lose his arms and legs, but a few years later, he actually saw this young man again in the faraway Xianbeilia on the other side of the earth.

After Li Xijun scolded the newcomers, he called Aunt Luosha to add another clock, so that the new slaves could eat some hot food first.

There will be hundreds of square sleepers to be laid by them in a while, and they will have no strength if they are not full.

"Your name is Thomas? Thomas Edison?"

Rockefeller's memory is very good, and he still vaguely remembers the name of this troublemaker.

A young man named Thomas Edison was standing in the line obediently waiting for food.

Although he was honest, he couldn't tell he was a former soldier of the British Army. On the contrary, he seemed to be more humble than ordinary white slaves.

Indeed, four years in the military had smoothed Edison's edges.

He is no longer the determined boy who claimed to be a genius back then.

In the British Army, North American whites who used American English were severely discriminated against. What's more, some people privately said that Edison's nose resembled a Jewish nose.

Mortar shells, barrel cleaners...

For Edison, these four years were an out-and-out nightmare in life.

He suddenly heard someone say his name, he shivered, and skillfully covered his buttocks.

"You are Mr. Rockefeller?"

It took Edison a while to recognize the worker in front of him, and he exclaimed in a low voice in surprise.

It's no wonder that Edison didn't recognize it at a glance. It is true that Rockefeller is far from the image of the oil tycoon with his nostrils upturned.

He was wearing a gray labor protection suit stuffed with chemical fiber fleece, an L-shaped cap on his head, and the words "net weight 70 kg" printed on the crotch.

Fortunately, Edison still can't speak the elegant words of Ming Dynasty, and he doesn't know the square characters, otherwise he would be trembling with fear of "70 kilograms".

Once bitten by a snake for ten years, I am afraid of a well rope, not to mention that it is not a well rope but a boa constrictor.

Rockefeller noticed that the young man was staring at his trousers, and said nonchalantly, "Don't look at these trousers as disrespectful, but they are actually more comfortable than the best trousers in New York shopping malls..."

When Rockefeller said this, he was suddenly taken aback, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.

That's right, many of the things that were abandoned like grass in the Ming Dynasty are great and good things in poor Europe!

In particular, Rockefeller once heard complaints from the Chinese laborers, saying that in Daming, it is becoming more and more troublesome to deal with garbage in big cities, and the municipal secretary is still advocating garbage classification, which is really annoying...

If the industrial waste and household garbage that are regarded as troublesome by the people of Ming Dynasty can be taken to Europe for landfill, incineration, or even sold...

There may be huge profit margins here!

"Thomas, I heard you served in the British navy?"

Rockefeller saw that his face became tense, and quickly added, "This is not a political review, I just want to know, do you have any acquaintances in the British Navy? It doesn't need to be senior officers, as long as they can survive the war, they can be sent usefulness……"

Rockefeller had already decided that he could use his personal relationship with Fan Wencheng to write a letter to Concubine Julie.

With the business talent that Princess Julie has always shown, she will definitely agree with her own ideas.

At that time, I will definitely be able to reduce my sentence, and even be entrusted with important tasks.

After all, when it comes to smuggling, even trash, who better than a former oil tycoon?

Fengdu, Xinlu, Xinhu, and even Jinling, Tianjin, Guangzhou, Shanghai, Hanoi, Edo, Vladivostok, I am the man who is destined to be the garbage king of Ming Dynasty!

Rockefeller suddenly felt that the whole world brightened up.

And this Thomas Edison in front of him, although he looks very honest now, Rockefeller knew that this guy was actually a piece of business material, and he could just win over him to be his deputy...

Chapter 856 The Difference Between Domestic Dogs and Wild Dogs

Rockefeller's letter was quickly sent to the imperial court through Fan Wencheng.

Lao Fan still had some brains, so he didn't give this letter to his daughter.

Because of some mistakes in his early years, he actually mistakenly believed that Rockefeller was his son-in-law.

Now it seems that this is simply out of the world.

Compared with his real son-in-law, the oil tycoons, the Wall Street talents, and the European royal family nobles are all native chickens and dogs, which are not worth mentioning.

In order to prevent someone with a heart from ginseng, Fan Wencheng certainly would not give the letter from this fake son-in-law to his daughter.

Although he is just a puppet for his daughter and son-in-law, Fan Wencheng is also the current head of the Vanderbilt family after all, and he has a bit of business acumen.

After discovering the business opportunity, he immediately handed over the relevant letter to His Majesty Zhu Fugui.

When this letter was received, Zhu Fugui was instructing the staff of the Royal Property Company to tidy up the eighth and ninth floors of the Zhaixing Building.

Starting from the sixth floor of the Zhaixing Building, Zhu Fugui has used it to store letters from readers and various gifts.

Readers these days are very warm and friendly.

The Yellow Crane Universe series of literature has accumulated a large number of Chinese and foreign readers, who enthusiastically sent packages to Mr. Huang He.

The things Zhu Fugui received include but are not limited to: coins, snacks, souvenirs, watches, scarves, handicrafts, handmade illustrations, etc.

Xiaolan, a housewife, is responsible for handling these letters.

After ensuring that valuables such as precious metal coins are taken out, the remaining letters and gifts are stuffed into the warehouse.

When Zhu Fugui was free, he would occasionally read one or two letters, and even asked Yi Bowen and Ruan Fushi to help write a few replies.

No way, no matter how much you fish, being an emperor is still too busy.

Today, the warehouse used to store letters from readers has two full floors, but it is still far from enough, so Zhu Fugui had to organize manpower to expand the capacity.

The letter Fan Wencheng entrusted was almost thrown into the warehouse by Zhu Fugui as a letter from a reader.

Luckily, Xiaolan has the same heart as usual, as thin as a hair, so she picked out this letter.

The signature of John D. Rockefeller attracted Zhu Fugui's attention.