Alchemy Greater China

What Long Hao has to do is to buy these Chinese fishing grounds that are on the verge of bankruptcy!

These things were told by Hong Zaimo to Long Hao when he was still at the Dragon Ship, because many of the owners of the fishing ground who are still holding on are old people in Hongmen. If Long Hao wants to buy it, it will be convenient for Hong Zaimo to come forward Much faster!

At the beginning, Long Hao just asked casually, after all, he still held his trust in the chemists of this era at that time, but since the disillusionment of the 'whitening potion', he started thinking about these Chinese fishing grounds again!

Chinese, fish farms, rich farming experience!Long Hao licked his mouth, stood in the smoky San Francisco port, and raised his hands towards the vast ocean: These, young master, I will bring back to Alaska!

In San Francisco's Chinatown, under a two-storey building in the style of a flag building, Young Master Long and Cui Yuanlang came out angrily, and the surrounding Chinese looked at these two strange people with strange eyes.

Chinatown at this time is very much like a lively temple fair in China. From beginning to end, there are Chinese people with braids and jackets, some perform lion dances, some set up stalls, and there are sticks that bow their heads when they see people. The fortune tellers chanting scriptures all had dirty faces, and of course there were also a few white-faced and beardless dandies wandering around holding birdcages.

The building that Long Hao just stepped out of was written with four large characters 'Wang's Fishery' from right to left, but the owner inside saw Long Hao and Cui Yuanlang with their braids cut, waved off the guests without saying a word!It made Long Hao very depressed!

Long Hao muttered: "Isn't it just cutting off the braid? We are talking about business, so what does it have to do with Qing's pig tail?"

But the initiative is in the hands of others, and the fishery boss doesn't like you, and if he doesn't talk to you, you have nothing to do!

Cui Yuanlang bought two bunches of candied haws, wrapped them carefully, and said to Long Hao, "Young Master, these people cut off their braids after hearing that we escaped from the country, and hid us like the plague. Disaster! Hey, this is America, how can the imperial court's hand be so long to reach here across the ocean? Foolish, these people are hopelessly foolish!"

After cutting her braids and joining the Dragon Scale Party, the Qing Dynasty became insignificant in Cui Yuanlang's heart, and she was full of contempt!

"Hmph!" Long Hao pulled out a bunch of candied haws, put them in his mouth, and chewed hard until the sugar shards creaked: "This group of people, on the surface, are overseas Chinese who immigrated to the United States, but they still have a Stock slavery, believe in the incompetent Qing Dynasty, and look forward to returning home one day! I miscalculated, to deal with these Chinese who consider themselves slaves, I still have to use the status of foreigners to suppress them! Go, let's go back!"

"Oh...young master, wait for me, let me buy another bunch of candied haws. Yuan'er and the princess asked me to buy those two bunches!"

Long Hao went to buy the Chinese fishing ground. At first, Melissa advocated using the name of om company, but was rejected by Long Hao. He felt that the Chinese from all over the world were one family, and it might be more convenient to talk about it in person!

But who knows, after running for a day, I tried three Chinese fishing grounds that I inquired about, but without exception, when the other party heard about Long Hao's status as a criminal, and then looked at the emptiness behind his head, he immediately closed the door to thank the guests, like chasing the plague Generally drive Long Hao out.

So, the angry Young Master Long decided to put up Princess Melissa's 'big tiger skin'!

The Fang Family Courtyard is a quadrangle compound located in the most prosperous area of ​​Chinatown. To be able to build such a quadrangle courtyard like an old Beijing in the Chinatown where every inch of land is expensive, this Fang Family is extraordinary!

The facts are indeed true. The old man of the Fang family has settled in San Francisco since 1860 and took root in Chinatown. After years of hard work, the property under his hands cannot be counted on his hands. In terms of wealth, he is definitely ranked among the top three Chinese in San Francisco!

In addition, the old man of the Fang family is also one of the elders of the Hongmen. He is highly respected. With a cough, Chinatown will tremble three times!

However, Hongmen secretly called it. In the United States, all associations had to be officially registered. Hence, Hongmen’s registered name in the San Francisco City Council was "Chinese General Association".

Mr. Fang Mingde is one of the three deputy directors of the guild hall. The director... wrote Hong Tianzhu's name!

Today is a good day for Fang Mingde's second son to accept a concubine. The honored guests with long whips chat happily and laugh from time to time!

It was not yet noon, and the banquet had not yet started. Just as Fang Yingliang, who was full of joy, held his wine glass and was about to address the guests, a gunshot suddenly sounded outside the door. It was extremely clear, and immediately silenced the people in the yard!

What's wrong?Someone dared to smash Mr. Fang's wedding banquet out of ambition?

After a short period of surprise, several people stood up from the banquet and were about to step out to see what happened. Some people were so frightened that they got under the table, muttering in their stomachs and trembling in their calves.

After all, the Fang family is a school of martial arts, and Fang Yingliang is quite like a father. He rushed to the front and said loudly: "Everyone, don't panic, our Fang family will resist everything! We guarantee everyone's safety!"

Fang Mingde in the seat also snorted coldly: "Yingming, Yingquan, take someone with you and go out to have a look, who is so rude?"

It's a good wedding banquet. If you make such a fuss, won't Master Cui see it as a joke?

"No need, we're here for a wedding. This shot is to congratulate Second Young Master Fang for being shot. He's blessed with a son!"

As soon as Fang Mingde finished speaking, a group of people came out from the courtyard. The leader was a Western aristocratic girl wearing a veil, and her guards were all yellow-skinned Chinese, but they all held guns. Murderous all over.

Needless to say, the noble girl was Melissa, and the one who spoke just now was Cui Yuanlang who was acting like a big villain.

Fang Yingming is the eldest son of Fang. He has a square face, heavy and steady. He stepped forward, protecting Yingliang behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Dare you ask where the distinguished guest came from? Do you have any grudges against our Fang family?"

Long Hao pretended to be an attendant. After Fang Yingming finished speaking, he immediately whispered to Melissa's ear and pretended to translate it.

Melissa also cooperated, nodded, and spoke a series of Spanish.

Long Hao understood, and 'translated' said: "This is Princess Melissa of the Spanish royal family. I heard that Mr. Fang held a wedding banquet, so I came to congratulate you! Come, give a congratulatory gift!"

Several members of the field regiment immediately stepped forward, presented a plate covered with red silk, and handed it to Fang Yingming.

Are you really here to give gifts and drink?Princess of Spain, why don't I remember that Daddy had anything to do with Spaniards?Do you want to accept this gift?

At first I thought it was some other people who didn't agree with me, but who knew it was a foreigner... Rao Fang Yingming had seen many things in the world, so he couldn't help being stunned at this moment, and hurriedly turned to Fang Mingde for help!

"It turns out to be the princess of Risbania. My envoy, Cui Guoyin, has just returned from a visit to your country. I wonder if Empress Dowager Christina is okay?" A voice came from behind the three brothers of the Fang family, and everyone stepped aside. , I saw a man in his 40s, dressed in a Qing Dynasty official uniform and wearing a flower feather, walking out imposingly, with a smile on his slightly dark and thin face.