Chapter Twenty-One: Gold

  The latest luxury liner of the White Star Company, the majestic vessel with a displacement of nearly 10,000 tons, was speeding across the vast Atlantic at a speed of twenty knots, riding the wind and waves. On the deck in the early morning, two poor devils from the third-class cabin stood by the railing, smoking and dreaming of the New World's golden land.

  They went all out just to go to Alaska and keep company with wolves, can't help but admire the spirit of these foreigners who would stop at nothing for gold. On the other hand, if it were Yang Da Boss standing behind them eavesdropping, he would resolutely refuse to stay in a place where you rarely see any female creatures except for mother wolves for several months. Of course, this is easy for him to say, as for those poor devils who don't even make enough money in a year to buy a bottle of shampoo from his store, they would gladly do it for gold, even if it meant encountering alien females.

  "Hey you, I've got a question for you!" He poked one of the poor devils in the butt with his baton and said proudly under his astonished gaze.

  The poor devil's face immediately showed anger, but after seeing the two bodyguards like brown bears behind him, he immediately wilted.

  "I wonder if there is gold in Western Australia?" Mr. Yang continued to say proudly, the two gold diggers' words suddenly reminded him of a good place, a place where gold has been dug for over 100 years and still hasn't been fully excavated.

  Two ghosts stared at each other, clearly uninterested in answering his question.

  Mr. Yang sneered and snapped his fingers, and his female secretary, Serena, immediately stepped forward and handed him a ￡10 note, and the eyes of the two foreigners lit up.

  "Sir, although Western Australia also has gold, the amount is not much, compared to Alaska it's far less, and in recent years it's said to be getting less and less. Many of those who used to pan for gold there have now moved to the New World." One of the foreigners said respectfully.

  Yang Feng nodded in satisfaction, handed the banknotes to Johnson beside him, and walked away with his cane, feeling proud. He needed to find a place to sort out his thoughts as soon as possible. After returning to his first-class cabin, the little maid Catherine helped him take off his coat, took over his cane and hat, and brought up early tea. Mr. Yang sat comfortably on the sofa, considering his new goal.

  Western Australia, Kalgoorlie gold mine, a super large gold mine that has not been mined for over a hundred years, is now sleeping on the edge of the desert, the boundary line between savages and colonizers, waiting for his outstretched claws.

  It won't cost much to buy that piece of land, at this time the descendants of convicts and poor devils in Western Australia are trembling with hope that Her Majesty the Queen will allow them to be independent. This is all caused by those rebellious sons of America, even cats and dogs want independence, but their difficulty in becoming independent is not great because the place is too poor, it's only been a bit lively in the past two years when people could pan for gold, before that it was just a natural prison where Britain sent its scum to fend for themselves. So the gentlemen of London won't mind showing some mercy in this small place.

  But if we use our own influence to stir up some trouble for them in London, I reckon they'll be in a bit of a pickle. That's a pretty good condition to take advantage of. Then we can offer them a big cake - not that it's actually a cake, but it's definitely a worthwhile investment opportunity. It's especially suitable for setting up some non-FA armed forces or something. Using Western Australia as a future mercenary base isn't a bad idea either.

  What's more, that's where the guts of Rio Tinto come from, thinking they can do whatever they want to China. The Pilbara super large iron mine was only discovered in the 1930s by a plane lost in a storm, and before that, Australia didn't even know it had almost inexhaustible iron ore on its own territory. In order to protect the scarce steel resources, they even made the move of banning steel exports, which is hilarious in hindsight.

  Gold, steel and aluminium, just for these things, it's a good opportunity to grasp Western Australia firmly in one's hands. If you miss this chance, there won't be another one. Of course, it's just grasping it first, if you really want to mine gold with his current strength, it's better to save some effort! The British even robbed the Dutch of their gold, at least wait until you have enough strength before playing.

  The voyage was spent in Yang's daydreams of Western Australia, and before he knew it, the week-long journey from England to America had passed, and the Zhuangyuan cruise ship sailed into New York Harbor. Next, it was time for him to show off his grandeur. Under the escort of dozens of bodyguards dressed in black suits and sunglasses, Yang walked slowly down the gangway with his female secretary on his arm, amidst the stunned gazes of onlookers. Then, more than a dozen bodyguards rushed forward, roughly pushing aside the Americans who had been waiting at the gangway to greet their loved ones. Accompanied by the neighing of fine horses, a black carriage was unloaded from the ship and pulled up in front of Yang Feng by four white thoroughbreds. The carriage was adorned with dazzling patterns that made one's eyes spin, the most striking being three lions arranged vertically on the side.

  "King, king, royal family?" a knowledgeable scholar in the crowd stuttered, and the people around him exclaimed in surprise. Then they saw Yang Feng looking down on the crowd with an air of superiority, scanning the surroundings with a hint of disdain, as he helped the elegantly dressed Serena into the carriage.

  This carriage was borrowed from a fool, to deal with Americans, you have to crush them with the most arrogant attitude. These descendants of poor devils who couldn't make it on the old continent, despite singing about equality and freedom every day, still have a kind of bone-deep humility towards their former masters. This can be seen from those American nouveau riche trying to get in touch with the bankrupt nobles of the old continent by all means. So Yang Feng directly told them that although he was not a nobleman, he was a friend of the British royal family, which is much more intimidating than those small nobles.

  In fact, if he is willing to join the British nationality now, Victoria would be very happy to give him a title of nobility, especially after knowing that he cured his grandson's most unbearable disease. Now, whenever there is a major illness or disaster in the British royal family, they all come to find him first.

  A carriage bearing the insignia of the British royal family, surrounded by dozens of heavily armed bodyguards, paraded through the streets of New York and sped all the way to Wall Street, finally coming to a stop in front of the American Rockefeller Bank, where it was personally received by the bank's manager.

  That night, Yang Da Boss appeared at the welcome dinner held by Old Morgan for him. A multi-million dollar tycoon, he was already a figure standing at the top of the golden pyramid in this era of America. There were probably only a handful of people on the new continent who could match him, let alone that this tycoon had an extremely good relationship with the British royal family. Such a person was someone Old Morgan needed to get along with, even though General Electric under his name was posing a huge threat to Edison Company which he supported.

  "Yang, this is Thomas Edison. His Edison Electric Company and your General Electric are both leaders in the field of electric power applications now." Old Morgan introduced a man in his forties to Yang Feng, who was accompanying a certain respectable lady.

  His eyes lit up at once, and he grasped Edison's hand as if he had seen a long-lost relative, without thinking of the other meaning of old Morgan's words: you are his main competitor.

  "Mr. Edison, you are the person I admire most." Yang Da Boss said excitedly, but thought to himself: Damn it, with that half-truth of yours, how many naive Chinese youngsters have been misled.

  Edison held his hand and just smiled without saying a word.

  Yang Feng suddenly remembered that he was deaf, and hurriedly repeated it loudly again. Edison looked at him with great surprise, and the two of them chatted casually for a few sentences. It wasn't until then that Edison asked about his main purpose for coming to America this time. This topic was one that many people were concerned about, and immediately a large crowd of capitalists gathered around them.

  "What can I say, this time I came to the United States there are many things to do, first of all, I want to build a large wireless telegraph machine in New York to achieve wireless communication between the new and old continents." Yang said with a glass of wine in his hand.

  The surroundings immediately became a scene of astonishment.

  "Mr. Yang, aren't wireless waves affected by the curvature of the Earth?" a capitalist with seemingly abundant scientific knowledge asked in puzzlement.

  "Sir, in the face of science, nothing is a problem." Yang Dalao said with composure.

  "Second, I want to build a production line for diesel engines and tractors here, producing all the matching things on the new continent, whether it's engines, tires or gearboxes. Of course, this must be after the US government gives me their patent authorization. If the US government can't give it to me in time, then I'll have to go to Canada."

  This news made the eyes of several members of Congress who came to attend the dinner party light up immediately, this is a big investment, and the development prospects of tractors no longer need to be considered. Now countless farmers are eagerly waiting for Yang Feng to lift export restrictions.

  "Also, I plan to invest in real estate in the United States. Unfortunately, it seems that Americans are not very friendly towards Chinese people these days. I'm worried about being treated unfairly here. If that's the case, I might need to consider shifting my investment focus to Canada or even Mexico." Yang Feng said with a worried face, of course, this is just nonsense, the Exclusion Act excludes Chinese laborers, Americans would never exclude rich Chinese investors even if they were kicked in the head by a donkey.

  "Mr. Yang, I think you must have misunderstood, America is a country of equality and freedom, even if some restrictions were made on the Chinese, it was to make them better integrated into this country," said a senator hastily.

  "Mr. Congressman, this does make me feel a lot better, but to ensure my safety, I must set up a security company in the US to provide protection for my businesses under my name. After all, owning guns is legal in your country and I don't want my assets worth tens of millions of dollars to be harassed by armed bandits every day." Yang Feng said with a shrug.

  The meaning is very clear. I can invest here, but you must allow me to have a mercenary army, otherwise I will not invest in a country that is extremely unfriendly to Chinese people.