Chapter 47 Consulate

Overgrown weeds, like all the golden towns in the west, a main road connects various parts of the town: churches, houses, bars, shops, etc., and wooden houses and simple tents everywhere.

This mining area gradually controlled by Hamilton belongs to a "sand ore", that is, gold sand is scattered in the topsoil, and water is needed to separate the gold particles from the soil.

Zheng Aqiao and others have already gone to the mining area to investigate, and Ye Zhao also chatted with several Chinese workers he met in the bar. But it is obvious that he was Chinese foreman with several workers. When he came to the town, he was just looking for prostitutes. Even if they were talking about the "piglets" as humans.

Sometimes Ye Zhao is helpless, but the real world is that many things below are not something you can control above, and many idealistic concepts often cannot cause any turmoil below.

When he returned to the wooden house, Ye Zhao was quite excited.

Suddenly, more than a hundred people came. There were not enough wooden houses and tents in the town. Christina asked Ye Zhao to be the same wooden house as her. At that time, Mr. Hamilton was so nasty that he didn't speak for a long time. It was very likely that he wanted to take this opportunity to achieve good things with his fiancée.

After being pinched by Christina's chin and sprayed a cigarette, Mr. Hamilton's bones immediately became soft and he agreed to Christina's request in a daze, but naturally regretted it afterwards. It was not enough to communicate with Zheng Aqiao, so he brought a Chinese laborer to find Ye Zhao and threatened Ye Zhao to touch Christina's finger, so he tied Ye Zhao to the Indian tribe to peel them.

He had almost never been threatened in person, and Ye Zhao felt a little fresh. Of course, Hamilton didn't know how close he was to death at that time. As long as Ye Zhao coughed, his head would be blown up like a watermelon.

The wooden house is extremely narrow, and you can clearly see the outside from the gap between the long wooden boards. If it is winter, the wooden house will definitely be ice and snow, and the temperature is no different from that outside.

Christina lay on the bed like a zombie, not caring about the slit and white thighs falling. She had a rotating musket in her hand, and the black barrel reached into her mouth, while she slowly pulled the trigger, and with a clatter, the hammer sounded lightly, and no bullets shot out.

Ye Zhao was not shocked. This was not the first time she had done such a dangerous move. Instead, she is lazy, desperate, mysterious and sexy, and is so similar to the lady Bing Yangui who was finally in desperate situation in "Anna Karenina".

Christina slowly pulled the barrel of the revolver from her mouth, shook her hand, and the metal bullet bounced away to the side, and then a bullet stumbled and landed on the ground.

Ye Zhao's head became big, "Russian roulette", and he was playing with himself? She really wanted to commit suicide, but she was just finding a reason for herself. God told her to leave, so she left.

Christina Binglan's eyes looked at Ye Zhao, a hint of frivolity and an indifferent smile raised from the corners of her lips. It was hard to guess whether the face was more sad or lonely. However, no matter how sad or lonely she was, it was so irrepressible obsession. She turned these factors that made people unhappy into addicted beauty.

"Why, engagement?" Ye Zhao couldn't remain indifferent, and could not watch her commit suicide in front of him.

Christina's ice eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, then she sat up and stretched out her seductive jade fingers toward Ye Zhao. Her ice eyes were blurred, her red lips were bright, and her nose was raised and her breathed gently, which was a teasing unique to Western limbs.

Obviously, she didn't care whether the Chinese laborer in front of her would speak clumsy English, nor would she think about why he spoke English. There was nothing in this world worth thinking about.

Ye Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "Do you hope Mr. Hamilton will kill me?"

Christina's blue eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, she stood up and slowly came to Ye Zhao. Her high-heeled leather boots were graceful and graceful. She was not much shorter than Ye Zhao. Her tempting hand dyed with red nails slowly reached behind Ye Zhao's head with the unique Western teasing posture, hugged Ye Zhao's neck, raised her beautiful legs in black stockings, and she was extremely seductively wrapped around Ye Zhao's waist, with red lips pressed against Ye Zhao's ears, and gasped gently, "Are you afraid of him?"

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I'm afraid." He gently pushed her away.

"The cowardly and cowardly Chinese pig!" Christina looked contemptuous and spitted on Ye Zhao's face.

Ye Zhao was stunned and slapped him in the face. With a crisp "pop", Christina took two steps back. Ye Zhao was very strong. Several blood marks appeared on her snow-white cheeks, and a trace of blood was oozing out of the corners of her mouth.

First, she was inspired by her words, and second, even if she had never been vomited in her previous life, who could bear such a great humiliation? In two lives, Ye Zhao hit a woman for the first time.

Christina covered her face, but there was no anger in her ice eyes. She stood for a while, turned around and walked out.

Christina's expression was normal during dinner at the wooden house restaurant. It seemed that she had not mentioned this to Hamilton. Ye Zhao thought she would order herself to move out of her wooden house, and she continued to look for the next scapegoat who went to hell with her. Who knew that nothing happened to her.

However, when the moon was in the sky, Hamilton brought the miner's translator to find Ye Zhao, and threatened Ye Zhao to sleep on the ground, otherwise he would cut Ye Zhao's throat.

The miner stayed outside the wooden house like a plaster. It was Hamilton's instructions that the wooden boards in the simple wooden house were very large, and the situation inside the house could be clearly seen from the gap. The miner left by Hamilton was monitoring Ye Zhao.

There was a little pain on his arm. Ye Zhao lifted up his sleeves and couldn't help but be surprised. There were signs of purulent suppuration in the wound. He was scratched by a thorny vine in the afternoon. He didn't care. According to his special physical fitness, some minor scratches would be healed in less than half a day.

How could it become purulent? When Ye Zhao was examining the wound, Christina entered the wooden house. When she saw Ye Zhao's wound, she took two steps and reached out to pinch it. Ye Zhao immediately took a breath and Christina giggled, as if she was very satisfied to see Ye Zhao's pain.

Ye Zhao was too lazy to pay attention to her. She was a lunatic. Whether she died or lived, it had nothing to do with him.

Christina blinked her ice-eyed eyes, then opened her small suitcase on the table, took out a metal box from it, and placed the scalpel, alcohol lamp, medicine liquid, tweezers, gauze cotton, etc. on the white cloth like a magic trick.

Ye Zhao was stunned, and then she saw her using alcohol lamp to burn water to disinfect the scalpel. Her movements were extremely quick. How could this be the decadent and desperate noble lady?

When Christina came to Ye Zhao with a shiny scalpel, Ye Zhao said in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Don't move." Christina had already grabbed Ye Zhao's arm and said, "There are vine thorns in the wound, which are poisonous."

Before Ye Zhao could speak, the scalpel had been cut into the pus and blood. Ye Zhao took a breath and gritted his teeth hard.

Christina skillfully used the knife, used small tweezers to force out a few burrs that were almost invisible to the naked eye, and then applied medicine and used gauze to help Ye Zhao tie the wound. The whole process was amazingly fast, less than two minutes.

At this time, someone outside coughed gently. The guards sent Christina's information, which was drawn bit by bit from Hamilton's entourage.

Ye Zhao looked through the faint oil lamp on the wooden pole outside. The miner who was left by Hamilton to "surveillance" him also wanted to come and see what it was, but the guard smiled and hugged him and pulled him aside to chat.

Looking through the two rough straw papers, Ye Zhao couldn't imagine that he had heard of Christina, the niece of Mrs. Fisher, the Fangcaodi Hotel.

Christina, who is twenty years old this year, was a top student and genius at New York Women's Medical University, but because her father and uncle went bankrupt, she had to drop out of school and live in the west. Mr. Fisher's dream of gold-breaking was shattered and she began to drink and gamble. She left thousands of dollars in gambling debts and was cut off her throat. In order to pay off the gambling debts he left, Mrs. Fisher had to be a prostitute.

Hamilton accidentally saw Christina three months ago, and immediately fell under her pomegranate skirt. He immediately forced Mrs. Fisher to marry Christina to him. A month ago, the two were engaged.

I heard that when Hamilton ran into Christina, he was humiliating Mrs. Fisher in bed. Even if he was engaged, every time he returned to San Francisco, Hamilton often called his "mother-in-law" to sleep with him.

It is conceivable why Christina is so desperate that she doesn't care about anything. The lonely and desperate aura that fills her body is not intentionally artificial.

When he returned to the wooden house, he saw Ksstina taking out the rotary musket and fiddling casually, Ye Zhao said: "Do you just want to die that way?"

Christina ignored Ye Zhao and sat beside the wooden bed, with one leg bent, and her posture was very beautiful.

Ye Zhao lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and said, "When you helped me with the wound, you looked like an angel."

Christina's lips showed a charming smile again, and she hooked her hand at Ye Zhao, pointed to the bullet-shaped rotor musket, and said, "Come on, play games with me, do you dare? If you dare, I will listen to you... Listen to you in everything..." The last sentence was soft and soft, charming, and heart-wrenching.

Ye Zhao was speechless and ignored her. He could not help but be scolded by Christina's contemptuous words as "coward".

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The next day, Ye Zhao set off for the city. Zheng Aqiao had to stay for one or two nights. In addition, he definitely refused to buy Mr. Wild Boar's gold mine. He was afraid that there would be a risk of conflict, so Ye Zhao naturally went first.

When he went back, Ye Zhao took Christina's carriage again and sat in the carriage, and the two remained silent all the way.

"Chinese, are you a prince? a rich man?" Christina suddenly asked, and said, "If you are a rich man in China, would you please take me away? Take me out of here."

Ye Zhao was surprised and smiled and said, "Do you think I look like? Have you read too many fairy tales of Cinderella?"

Christina looked at Ye Zhao with blue eyes and said seriously: "I am not Cinderella. I can become a very useful person. As long as you support me to study in medical school, I will help you make a lot of money, and I will not use my body to exchange it with you. I don't like you."

Ye Zhaoxin said you are not Cinderella, you are a crazy girl, but it is rare that she can chat seriously, spread her hands, and said, "It's a pity that I'm not a rich man..." I was just about to say that I can help you find someone to help you. Before I could say anything, Christina had already patted her forehead: "Oh, God, why did I ask for help from this timid and cowardly Chinese? I must have a fever, it must be."

Ye Zhao was speechless, and he swallowed the following words back.

The sound of horse hooves gradually became crisp, and the carriage no longer shook violently. It was obvious that when I entered the city and walked onto the stone road.

Ye Zhao said: "Suicide will be abandoned by God, and the weakest people will choose to commit suicide and escape because they do not have the courage to survive..."

Before he finished speaking, the curtain of the car was suddenly lifted open. A thick white cowboy held a rotating musket and pointed the muzzle at Christina. Ye Zhao almost subconsciously pulled Christina behind him, and at the same time snatched the musket from Christina's hand.

"Bang bang bang", a loud bang, the first two shots were the white cowboy's bullets shot on the wall of the carriage, but the last shot was the musket in Ye Zhao's hand. The cowboy was shot on the forehead and fell backwards. Almost at the same time, several "Chinese workers" jumped into the carriage and turned pale. The white gunner who wanted to murder Christina was the carriage driver.

Seeing that the master was fine, the guards felt relieved and jumped down one after another. There was a mess outside, and it was thought that it was the aftermath.

Ye Zhao was stunned for a while, thinking that San Francisco is really a disorderly place now, and it is not appropriate to just sign a treaty when negotiating with the Americans.

There was no movement behind her for a long time. Ye Zhao was slightly surprised. According to the logic of this madman, it was a blame for not letting her be assassinated. Being murdered would not hinder her from going to heaven.

Looking back, Christina was just sitting quietly, her eyes full of confusion.

...

A few days later, Ye Zhao received US Vice President Sherman on the Regent.

The "assassination" incident has been basically investigated. It was Hamilton's ex-wife who bribed the groom's husband. If there were no "Chinese labor" incident, the murder case would have become a headless case. The groom had already escaped to the ends of the world with generous rewards after murdering Christina.

The guards were not rushing to the emperor, and then they breathed a little relieved, but from then on, the defense measures would naturally be more stringent.

Sherman was having an in-depth exchange of opinions with Zou Kaizhi on the two issues of Chinese labor status and the introduction of Chinese labor, and both expressed affirmation of the general framework of the draft Sino-US Friendship and Cooperation Treaty. When the details needed further finalization of the negotiation teams between the two sides, he learned that the Chinese emperor had secretly arrived in San Francisco with the Regent.

The Sino-US Friendly Cooperation Treaty aims to solve the problem of the status of Chinese workers in the United States and the introduction of Chinese workers. China promises to recruit 100,000 to 150,000 workers for American Railways in the next five years. These workers will sign formal foreign labor contracts with the United States United Pacific Railway Company, Central Pacific Railway Company, etc.; and the US government will conduct a thorough investigation of Chinese workers in the United States today. If a contract violates the spirit of American law and similar slave clauses, the contract will be declared invalid and restore the freedom of Chinese workers. At the same time, the United States promises to regard Chinese workers who came to the United States before the treaty came into effect as American citizens and gradually recognize the American nationality of Chinese workers.

Sherman also secretly exchanged views with Zou Kaizhi on the situation in the Far East. Zou Kaizhi said that the world order established by the old colonial countries has begun to hinder the development of the world economy, and China will support Americans' efforts to seek a new order on the American continent.

In the United States, which has just ended the civil war, no one has thought of expelling Spain, which is entrenched in South America. Zou Kaizhi's frank and powerful statement released so clearly that the signal she sent was so clear that Sherman was surprised, but he had to admit that the new Chinese government may be one of the few reliable allies in the world. Eastern nations often have clear distinctions in their love and hate, not just interests first, and are more attractive than Western pragmatic diplomacy.

When Sherman heard Zou Kai's words, the emperor actually came to San Francisco with the Regent, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

The young Chinese emperor, a legendary king of the East, at his age, can even imagine the unparalleled influence he will have in the Far East in the next decades.

Although the British, French and Russians would cause him all kinds of trouble, and he might even be defeated and expelled from the throne of the emperor, no matter what, this is a legendary figure, who writes a legendary life, whether it is a victory or a loss, is one of the heavyweights who can influence the world pattern. I believe that no American president can compare with him.

The United States, which advocates freedom and democracy, always feels restrained when facing the British royal family, and the mysterious and glorious royal family in the East has even made people feel unspeakable excitement.

Not to mention, the Chinese emperor is about to face.

Today's meeting was regarded as the most important event in life. None of them, he looked at the mirror over and over again, and bow tie, dress, and a little flaw should not appear.

In the conference room of the Regent, Sherman saw the young emperor sitting upright in the clouds and mist. Sherman hurriedly took two steps and bowed slightly. This was the etiquette he had practiced countless times.

Ye Zhao smiled and stood up and shook hands with him. After all, Sherman was not a diplomatic envoy, but the second head of the country.

"I like America, a free country, very much. But if you are too free, you will regret it. San Francisco is really a bit messy."

Looking at the rare fruits from China on the table in front of him, listening to Ye Zhao's words, Sherman smiled and nodded in agreement, looking for clues about his true attitude towards the United States from the emperor's words.

After only half an hour of meeting, Sherman was satisfied. Ye Zhao didn't say anything to him. He just talked about the impression of San Francisco and hoped that one day he would take the train galloping on the Pacific Railway.

Ye Zhao would not exchange views on the current situation with Sherman, even President Johnson, who was about to come from Washington. Ye Zhao only met with him in a courteous manner. The things on the negotiating table and his own ideas naturally had their subordinates discussing with Americans.

Sherman has sent an emergency telegram to Washington, US President Andrew Johnson, Ulysses Simpson Grant, commander-in-chief of the late North-South War, interim speaker of the Senate, Charles Francis Adams family of the American political family, is afraid that the three masters are already on the way to arrive.

However, at the request of the Chinese, the meeting was a secret meeting and it will not be announced to the outside world before the Chinese emperor left San Francisco.

This is also certain. After all, it will take more than 20 days for the politicians in Washington to arrive in San Francisco. During this period, if the whereabouts of the Chinese emperor are leaked, it will probably cause unnecessary trouble.
To be continued...