Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Xiao Letian's mode of colonization was completely different from that of the Europeans. Relying on the large population base of the Central Plains and the many years of turmoil that resulted from the refugees, he began to immigrate to South Sea City.

Xiao Letian wanted Nan Yang's resources, he could build his own reclamation area, and use the Chinese immigrant population to build new villages and develop new farmland. Finally, he could connect countless of farmland and villages to form a huge reclamation area.

Rice, rubber, spices... This included sea products and some minerals. This wealth did not depend on the local King of the Land or the local natives at all, but only used the power of the Chinese.

Perhaps someone said that this was the immigrant occupation of Guoguo? However, Xiao Letian was smart enough to not make the situation clear, and chose to take a step back at the most critical juncture.

Xiao Letian would definitely not challenge the cakes made by the strongest people in Europe. The taxes would be paid as usual, and all the businesses that Europe's capital was involved in would choose to retreat, such as gold ore, shipping, spices and so on. These businesses were all very shallow for Xiao Letian to intervene, his funds were mainly focused on the grain growing trade, a relatively low profit industry.

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

Furthermore, from the beginning to end, Xiao Letian had not been using the name of his country to operate the reclamation area, but rather using the name of his country to invest in these Chinese gathering areas.

This kind of purely commercial model avoided the conflict with the European colonists and the King of the Land, defining the reclamation area as a commercial investment project, just like the current Tanggu District.

In international law, the Tanggu Industrial Special Zone had already become an independent investment of the Xiao Letian Group. It was a commercial project run in the Qing Empire that was protected by the laws of thousands of countries.

There was no need for too much autonomy, just casually write for seventy to eighty years. Only the heavens knew if the Great Qing would still be here after seventy to eighty years.

The deep colonization in Nan Yang was also this way. The Letian Bank, the foreign banks and the large Chinese business groups all signed investment contracts with the colonists and the King of the Land for more than eighty years.

For the colonists and the King of the Land, using a piece of paper and those worthless tropical rainforests to exchange for cash and a guarantee for future taxes, this was definitely a profitable business.

That was why the reclamation area of Nan Yang did not meet with any resistance at all, and just slowly grew and grew. Although the Chinese people of the reclamation area and the indigenous people had many conflicts, but with the help of Xiao Letian's diplomatic staff, the relationship between the reclamation area, the Europeans and the King of the Land was extremely close.

This is also within reason. What is the greatest wealth of thousands of years of Chinese bureaucratic culture? Of course it was a culture of corruption! Chinese officials, who have the world's most versatile gift gift channels, are adept at undercover profit transmission.

In the eyes of these Central Plains bureaucrats, the Europeans' methods of asking for bribes were as straightforward as those of primary school students. In addition, there were also those foolish King of the Land s who were unable to resist the fart knowledge left behind by thousands of years of bureaucratic culture.

Look, all things in the world are useful. Even a greedy official who wants to use the right place is a treasure. In the past few years, CIA had unearthed many bribes and bribes from geniuses, commonly known as government officials.

These people united, pulling them to the Southern Ocean to corrode the European Colonial Office and the King of the Land, that was simply using a cannon to bombard mosquitoes.

Molière now had the urge to kneel to his enemy Xiao Letian. Wasn't this just a genius?

Xiao Letian's reclamation area still had countless Chinese immigrants, and they were actually the gigantic camel in the Middle East. In the midst of the sandstorm, the owner hid in the tent while the camel cautiously stuck its head in.

"I only stuck my head in to avoid the wind, but my body was still outside …" Look, my head is already inside, can't my shoulders come in... "My shoulders are already coming in, my forelegs should come in as well …"

The camel gradually squeezed into the tent. When the owner of the tent realized that he had no more space left, it was too late. The camel's buttocks sprung up and the owner of the tent could only roll into the sandstorm.

It was a very old-fashioned but classic strategy that was hard for most people to see through. The main reason was that this strategy required a long time, and they had to do the paralyzing work before it.

The Chinese diplomats who were wandering around Nan Yang eating, drinking, and having fun were using the drugs scattered all over the country. They couldn't see what the Chinese were doing at all, or thought that it was just a group of greedy farmers working.

People all over the world know that Chinese people are extremely good at farming anyway, they love to do this kind of thing, so desperately farming is natural!

Molière shook his head and sighed, "I am sure that the British colonial officials and the King of the Land s are completely unaware of the existence of these 120 thousand tons of rice! If they really have seen a grain depot of this size, they could not help but feel fear towards the Chinese … "

"It's too deep, if we were to go up one more step, we would be able to occupy it. But we are just missing this layer of paper, Xiao Letian can trick the entire world!"

"But you damned thing, you will never lie to me! I, Molière, will definitely uncover your conspiracy in front of the entire world, you schemer! "

Molière scolded the heavens, causing all the Russia army officers to be shocked. Although they were also shocked by the size of the grain depot, they were not hysterical.

But what happened afterwards was even more unimaginable for them, they only saw Molière cursing until he was tired. He supported the grain depot as he panted heavily, and from his pocket, he took out a cigarette and lit it up, and took a few deep breaths.

He lightly said to intelligence officer, "Pour kerosene on top of the... "Burn these grains!"

"My God! Are you crazy? This is 120 thousand tons of rice. Oh my god, this is enough to feed Moscow for a year... "

EdStefanski jumped up in anger on the spot and wanted to stop his, but the last two bland sentences of Molière made him completely speechless.

"People in Moscow eat for a year? Can you take it with you? "You said that this is a huge amount of wealth. Can you change it into cash?"

"You can't take it away, and you can't turn it into cash, so it doesn't belong to your Russia … Excuse me, what right do you have to stop me? Remember this, this is Xiao Letian's food, if you leave it to him, it will be equivalent to being his enemy! "

Molière refuted until he was speechless. They knew that according to the rules of war, Molière was right to think of all ways to weaken the enemy.

However, this was 120 thousand tons of food. In the bitter cold Russia, countless poor people starve to death every winter. Their feelings for food were something that the French in the warm zone could not understand.

"Ai …" Damn it, since you French are willing to do evil, we won't interfere any longer. Send an order for the soldiers to hurry up and move the gold and silver onto the ship, we don't have much time to waste … "Let's go!"

At the same time, smoke started to rise from the huge bamboo granary one after another. Very quickly, the pile of food that was filled with kerosene turned into huge torches.

One, two, three, four … Countless seats! The south of Belait City had already become a sea of fire, the heat wave was so scorching that no one could even approach it, even the streams within ten meters of the fire site had all been burnt dry.

The blazing fire could be seen from tens of kilometers away. All the Chinese people had ominous thoughts in their hearts.

"Could it be that the Belait's granary is on fire? Oh my god! "That's our five years of savings …"

Molière laughed as he threw the cigarette butt into the fire.

"This is just a small interest. Revenge... It has only just begun! "