"Chinatown is a very magical place. I guarantee you won't find anything like this in Europe... Well... what should I say..." Clay raised his head and opened the sunroof at the top of the cab.

"You want to say the gathering place?" Verbe brushed his cigarette in the ash box.

"Well...it can be described like this, sir, but it is not very accurate. The actual situation is much more complicated than what is recorded in the data." Clay pressed the cigarette lighter under the dashboard, and then took out a cigarette from the car cigarette box.

"According to the information we have, these Chinese people are in a bad situation now, and they are eager to get help from the outside world." Welbe frowned and looked at the documents on his knees.

"Outsider help?" Clay laughed. He gently studded the cigarette roll on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, and then pulled out the bounced cigarette lighter.

"I wrote the latest report, Mr. Welbe." Clay lowered his head and lit the cigarette. "Obviously, the gentlemen squatting in the office have confused some of the most basic concepts. But this is completely understandable. This is the biggest difference between them and us. We use our brains to think about problems."

It seemed that the agent was quite dissatisfied with his superiors, but given his previous experience, Welbe felt that he could understand this feeling. If he had fallen into that predicament, he might have been a hundred times more sarcastic than Krey.

The State Administration of Intelligence did make mistakes. This lurking plan seemed a bit hasty since its inception and did not take into account many details. Finally, these agents have received very comprehensive training and have a very high psychological endurance. If it were those trained by the State Administration of Security in the early stage, they would have made big mistakes long ago.

"You mean, are there any problems with this information?" Welbe asked with the documents in his hand.

"No, the information is not a problem, but it depends on how you interpret it, sir." After Clay said, he turned his head and shook down the window on the side of the driver's seat.

"Hi, officer! What's going on in front of you?" the driver shouted to a patrolman standing in the middle of the road with his waist on his back.

"Don't stop, keep moving forward, sir." The patrolman did not answer Clay's question, he just kept drawing circles with the baton.

"Silly notes, it seems he doesn't know what happened." Clay took a sip of the cigarette and then switched the cigarette to his left hand.

"At this speed, we are most likely to be late." Verbe glanced at the patrolman through the car window.

He looked in his thirties, wearing a crisp navy uniform, with a seven-pointed star emblem of S.F.P.D with his left chest, a full set of armed belts, and a huge M1917 revolver inserted into his gun holster.

"Why don't we turn right?" Welbe suggested.

"We have to pass the two intersections in front to find a way to detour. The entire street on the right is lined with cable cars. Look at the cars in front. We are not the only ones who are smart people here, sir." Clay took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and held it in his mouth. He held the half-left cigarette butt in his right hand and continued to get angry. Then he pressed the cigarette butt into the ash box under the dashboard.

"Okay, it's up to you." Verbe laughed cheerfully. A subordinate with a personality was not a bad thing.

"You haven't finished talking about it before, Clay, about Chinatown." Weirbet pulled back the topic.

"Oh, those Chinese people, I dealt with them a lot when I first arrived in San Francisco." After passing the intersection, the traffic speed increased a little, and Clay changed gears neatly.

In the 1940s, San Francisco Chinatown had far exceeded the Chinese community in other parts of the world in terms of land area and population. At that time, the world's largest Chinatown was not an advertisement to attract tourists, but a well-deserved honor.

Modern Chinese people’s journey to the world is not an inspirational story full of positive energy, it is full of darkness, blood and dirty transactions.

In the mid-nineteenth century, a wave of abolitionism was set off throughout the world, and was regarded as a great victory for human rights and moral improvement organizations and the church. Of course, the achievements of those who are morally noble should not be erased, but we should also see the huge and substantial benefits hidden behind the abolitionist wave, both politically and economically.

For example, the abolition of the United States is the game between industrial capital and agricultural capital, reform parties between conservatives, new aristocrats and old aristocrats, new immigrants and old immigrants, which eventually triggered the Civil War. This civil war determined the re-division of the political and interest territory of the United States, and directly affected the development direction of the United States in the next century.

Although the abolition movement was successful, it also brought considerable sequelae. Although politicians benefited greatly from the abolition position in politics and fame and fortune, for colonial capitalists, this was simply shooting themselves in the foot, which was a complete disaster.

Because whether it is native America, Central and South America, or faraway Australia and New Zealand, they must obtain a large amount of cheap labor to fill the gap created by the release of black slaves.

After blacks became employers, they seriously reduced the net profit originally obtained by slave capital. The former slave owners had to find alternatives to black slaves as soon as possible, work in their corn fields, sugar cane gardens, tobacco fields, coffee gardens, and cotton fields, and also take on road construction and do not require much technical heavy physical work in the mining industry.

The British colonists soon discovered an excellent candidate, which was the "My Qing Dynasty" with almost infinite human resources.

From the end of the 18th century to the mid-19th century, China's national strength continued to decline for about half a century. The old man Shiquan successfully defeated all the savings left by his ancestors. Even if he left the son to slaughter his son, the country's vitality had been damaged and the decline had already appeared. With Jiaqing's ability, he could not turn the tide.

More importantly, the people's hearts began to chaotic with the decline of national strength. In this half century, a series of natural disasters and man-made disasters occurred on the land of China, including water, drought, locusts and plagues. In order to survive, hungry people had to leave their hometowns and wander in areas where they thought they could eat.

At the same time, China's total population not only did not decrease, but instead experienced explosive growth. In just fifty years from the 60th year of Qianlong to the first year of Xianfeng, the national population grew from 310 million to 430 million. When the population growth encountered poor grain harvests caused by disasters, the result would inevitably be the rapid rise in various prices.

At the same time, the opium trade caused a large amount of silver to flow out, but the country used silver as the agricultural tax currency. In order to exchange copper coins for silver, most of the farmers' harvests in the year fell into the hands of landlords and grain merchants. A large number of self-cultivated farmers lost their land and became tenant farmers. The land annexation situation across the country became more and more serious, and even fell into a vicious cycle.

The economic decline will inevitably trigger political turmoil. From the eight-year White Lotus Rebellion in the Sichuan-Chu area at the end of Qianlong, to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom movement that broke out in the first year of Xianfeng, the Qing government gradually lost control of the local area.

The previous Opium War completely revealed the essence of the Qing government's strength and the middle of the situation in front of the whole world. When "I, the Qing Dynasty" could no longer hold on to the bluffing air, it was not far from the day it bowed and stepped down.

In the early days, the recruitment site of Chinese coolies was in Xiamen. At its peak, six intermediary shops were opened in Xiamen City at the same time. Five were run by British people and the boss of another was the Dutch. The number of Chinese coolies exported from this place exceeded 2,000 every year. The exclusive term "selling piglets" was born from this time.

At that time, foreign intermediary banks usually subcontracted the recruitment share to local Chinese brokers because of language barriers. These people are called "guests" in Fujian. For each coolie recruitment, theguests can get a considerable commission.

Residents in Guangdong and Guangxi, Fujian, had the custom of going out to sea to make a living very early. After a large number of northern refugees poured into coastal areas during the Qianlong and Jiaqing period, the originally lacking arable land became even more tense. A large number of landless farmers appeared in the countryside, and going out to sea to South China became a helpless choice.

Residents in Fujian and Guangdong basically choose to develop in Southeast Asia, such as Borneo, Vietnam and the Philippines, which is the route that Zheng He's fleet once took back.

These coastal people did not resist making a living overseas, but the number of people recruited by intermediary companies has been difficult to increase, because most people still do not want to leave the land where their ancestors live.

At that time, every time a coolie was recruited, Chinese brokers could get a commission, which was almost equivalent to the salary of local workers for a month. In order to make more money, some people began to lose their conscience. They colluded with local dynamic social groups, the infamous "Three Reunions". These scumbags fucked together and started to engage in business that harmed their compatriots. They did not hesitate to use the methods of cheating or even openly looting to send Chinese people to the Western coolie ships.

In order to deceive the coolies into boarding the ship, brokers are completely doing everything they can. For example, they will deceive some ignorant Chinese people, saying that one hour in China is equal to two hours in foreign countries, so the time signed on the contract is actually only half of the year in China, spending half of the time to earn twice the money. This kind of opportunity cannot be missed.

The Sanhe Association is best at opening a gambling game, and then a fraudulent person owes a large amount of gambling debts, with the purpose of forcing the other party to go out to sea to pay off the debts. What's more, they directly use kidnapping methods, intercept innocent passers-by in the wild, put them in sacks and sent them to a coolie boat.

These people who boarded the coolie boat were as ignorant as newborn piglets. Many people still had the hope of returning home with wealth and had no idea what kind of fate was waiting for them on the other side of the ocean.

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