1850 American Gold Baron

If he spent all his assets, Liang Yao would certainly have enough financial resources to support both Gervin and Fremont in running for the Senate.

But obviously this is unrealistic. His industry has just started and will require a large amount of capital investment in the future. He does not intend to put his industry aside in order to support Gervin and Fremont.

The campaign is just the beginning. For the two of them to maintain a certain influence in Congress and protect his interests in California, a large amount of money will be needed. And the political donations for the campaign are only a small amount compared to this amount of money.

In the United States, how much voice and influence your interest representatives have in Congress depends on the thickness of your wallet. This has never changed from the founding of the country until the 21st century.

"Mr. Liang, I feel like you are teasing me and making such a joke with me is not funny at all."

Although Ge Wen had already greeted Liang Yao's female family members in his heart, on the surface, Ge Wen still maintained the generosity and tolerance that a gentleman should have, and continued to talk to Liang Yao in a humble and polite manner.

"As I said, it's only temporary." Liang Yao said calmly and very confidently, "When I take over Brannan's market in San Francisco, I will have enough funds to support you and Fu at the same time.

Mr. Rimont is also running for Senate."

Liang Yao acted very confident, as if Brannan's huge fortune was already in his possession.

"How long will it take?"

"Before California Statehood."

As a politician, Ge Wen has long been well versed in the art of lazy politics. He often promises an ambiguous time to others, but it does not mean that he himself can accept an ambiguous time.

A politician mostly has two standards in his heart, one is the standard for others, and the other is the standard for himself. Gervin is such a person.

"I need a clear time. If Mr. Liang does not have enough confidence, I need to look for other political investments to avoid missing opportunities."

"Mr. Gwen, Mr. Freemont is much more patient than you."

"I'm different from him. If he doesn't find the support of investors in California, he still has his powerful family and father-in-law to back him up. I don't have as favorable conditions as he does. Please forgive me, Mr. Liang."

"It can be as fast as one or two months, as slowly as three months, it won't be longer than this."

Liang Yao thought for a while and gave a relatively clear time.

This time made Gao Wen feel a lot more relieved. With the stubbornness of the Congressmen, if nothing unexpected happened, the issue of whether the territory should become a free state or a slave state would continue to be debated for at least half a year.

California's statehood will not be until the end of this year at the earliest. This is Gervin's preliminary judgment on the time for statehood in the territory.

As for when the slowest time will be, it's hard to say.

"Are you really confident that you will turn Brannan into a pauper within three months?"

In this regard, Ge Wen was still doubtful.

"It only took me three months to become a millionaire from nothing. California is a magical place full of miracles."

Liang Yao smiled confidently. The confrontation between him and Brannan lasted less than ten days, and Brannan's losses had already exceeded three hundred thousand dollars. This was even before he touched the brothel and casino.

Big cheese case.

Three months is enough, but it may not be that long.

At the same time, Liang Yao also felt a little disappointed with Ge Wen. They were both politicians, but Fremont, a political amateur, was more stable than Ge Wen, an old politician who had been immersed in officialdom for many years.

Maybe this has something to do with their family background and personal experience, Liang Yaoru thought.

"Mr. Gwen, you should believe in your vision and Mr. Liang's ability. Although there is a lot of gold in California, it is extremely liquid. It comes and goes quickly."

Stanford, who was standing by, couldn't bear to see Ge Wen's indecisiveness.

Stanford witnessed with his own eyes that Liang Yao became a millionaire almost overnight, and he was also a relatively successful gold digger and businessman.

Stanford knows very well that the difficulty in California is not to find gold, but how to keep the gold in your hands.

Liang Yao can not only keep gold in his hands, but also continuously create business opportunities. Such a person is worthy of cooperation and full trust.

Just as he was talking, Fremont came back on horseback. The harvest from this trip was not rich. He only brought back a few rabbits.

Clearly, Fremont's gold-hunting trip had yielded little results.

"I am now certain that those rumors about the Golden Lake are just the imagination of crazy gold diggers."

Freemont asked for a glass of water, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Fremont's clothing was very different from that of Gwen. He wore a tight-fitting military uniform and had two swords, one long and one short, on his waist.

The long sword is a Mamluk sword, and the short sword is an "Arkansas toothpick", which is famous for its extremely sharpness, capable of stabbing and cutting, and the point of the sword is so thin that it can be used as a toothpick to pick teeth.

Due to its strong practicality, the "Arkansas Toothpick" was widely equipped as an individual soldier's knife during the Civil War.

Liang Yao remembered that the Mamluk sword was an accessory for U.S. Navy officers, and Fremont was from the Army. He didn't understand why a former Army officer would wear a Navy officer's sword.

"That's not necessarily true. It may be that you didn't go far enough. California is so big and there are definitely more places with gold than the Sacramento Valley." Liang Yao said.

"Did Mr. Liang gain anything?"

Fremont put down the water glass and looked at the changed American River with his hands behind his back.

"I think there will be an answer soon." Liang Yao saw Deng Wenqi and Deng Wenkang leading their hired workers to dump mineral soil into the washing tank. He would know the result soon.

"May God bless you and have a good harvest."

"This is Mr. Ge Wen, I think you may know him." Liang Yao introduced Ge Wen to Fremont.

Fremont chatted with Ge Wen in a very friendly manner. The two had only heard about each other and each other's families, but there was not much overlap between their families.

After completing the washing work, Deng Wenqi brought samples to Liang Yao.

"Third brother, the gold content of the mineral soil on the surface of the river bed is only a little higher than that of the mineral soil on both sides of the river." Deng Wenqi handed two small glass bottles containing gold particles to Liang Yao, "These are ten barrels of mineral soil on the surface of the river bed.

The washed gold, this is the gold washed out from the mineral soil on both sides of the ten barrels of the river. They are all labeled according to the third brother's instructions for easy comparison."

Liang Yao picked up two labeled glass bottles and observed them. The gold in the glass bottle labeled with the mineral soil on the surface of the river bed was only about one-sixth more than the other bottle.

This result clearly disappointed Liang Yao, and Liang Yao didn't even bother to put them on the scale to weigh them.

"It seems God has not taken care of you, Mr. Liang."

Fremont said with a tone of disappointment and a hint of schadenfreude.

Ge Wen also looked at Liang Yao with suspicion. He was questioning Liang Yao's gold mining ability, and he was also questioning Liang Yao's ability in other aspects.

Perhaps this successful young businessman who is rumored to be good at gold mining and has a unique way to make money is just a name in vain.