1850 American Gold Tycoon

"Close to one-third means less than one-third. It seems that the pressure exerted by Ge Wen and Henry on the government is not enough." Liang Yao frowned slightly.

"The progress is still too slow. Write to them and ask them to increase pressure on Congress. As for Mr. President, I think he is speaking for his own approval rating."

Liang Yao still feels that progress is not fast enough, and the California land grant issue has not been resolved. He always feels like he is bound by invisible ropes, and he does not dare to let go and develop with peace of mind.

"Perhaps I should also go to the east with Gervin and visit the ambassadors of Britain and France?" Fremont said with a smile, "It seems that you don't know enough about Congress. In order to pass the compromise bill, Congress is wrangling. In more than half a year, we have made rapid progress on this matter.”

"That's not necessary. We have already contacted bankers from Britain and France. I think Congress and the president must be very nervous now. Besides, we don't really want to cooperate with Britain and France. We have too many connections with Britain and France. For California, It’s not a good thing either.”

Liang Yao thought for a while and said.

"I will write to urge Grain and Henry, and Mr. Vanderbilt. Maybe he has the ability to give Congress a final push. After all, we are not far away from one-third of the negative votes."

"There is also new news about the conflict in Texas and New Mexico." Fremont said about the incident in Texas. "The federal government's armed forces in New Mexico have withdrawn from the conflict area, but Texas continues to increase its troops."

"Texas has such a big appetite. Do they want to eat the entire New Mexico region?" Liang Yao said in surprise, "But this has helped us a lot. I think Congress and the president should worry more about Texas than California. thing."

Liang Yao is already thinking about bargaining with the Congress government in the future.

After all, the conflict was instigated by Congress and the government, and the Californians in Los Angeles cannot die in vain. It is unjustifiable to just pass the bill without providing any substantive compensation.

He also wants to calm the anger of Californians, especially Los Angeles, and give them an explanation. Otherwise, where is the prestige of the state government?

It was a bit cold in New York State on February 3, 1851, and heavy snow fell in the sky.

Broadway, the most prosperous street in North America, has also lost the crowds of gentlemen and ladies it used to have.

The doors of the bookstores, painting shops, musical instrument shops, jewelry shops, silverware shops, tailor shops, linen shops, millinery shops, carriage shops, hotels and cafes on both sides of the street were locked and the doorknobs were on There is a sign saying it is closed.

The mighty marching crowd started from Battery Park at the south end and headed north along Broadway Street, shouting for peace not war, Calhoun get out of Congress, freedom, California please don't cry, we support California and so on. slogan.

Their target was the marble-clad New York Municipal Building at the north end of Broadway.

Doyle's Cafe is one of the few cafes still open on this street. The reason why the owner of the cafe, Doyle, dares to open at this time is because his cafe only accepts distinguished customers.

Recently, he hired several helpers from the Pinkerton Detective Agency to ensure the safety of Doyle's Cafe, which is why he dared to continue operating at this time.

This detective agency, which was just established in Chicago last year, has a very good reputation. When they established a new agency in New York, Mr. Doyle took a fancy to them at first sight and thought they were very reliable. Hiring them would be a sure profit. of trading.

Those who marched would soon give up their thoughts on the café when they saw the six-guns at the waists of the detective goons.

Backhouse put his hands in his pockets and looked through the window at the group of unruly demonstrators.

"They are the ones responsible for the depopulation of Wall Street and the closure of the stores on Broadway!"

Backhouse glanced angrily at the marching crowd outside the window.

"They're destroying New York! They're destroying the country!"

Vanderbilt, who was also in the cafe, crossed his legs, aimed at a flower on the carpet, and spit on it accurately while the cafe owner Doyle and all the customers looked at him with disdain.

Seeing that his shot hit the target, he was as happy as a child.

"Mr. Vanderbilt, what a wonderful carpet you have ruined."

Mr. Doyle, who felt sorry for the carpet, said displeasedly to Vanderbilt.

"Mr. Doyle, you don't have a no spitting sign in your cafe."

Vanderbilt smiled and took out a third-smoked Cuban cigar from his coat pocket and held it in his mouth.

"Maybe I should put up a no spitting sign just for you."

Doyle personally brought Vanderbilt a cup of coffee.

He had considered erecting such a sign for the cafe, but the people who came to his shop were all well-educated aristocrats and gentlemen from New York. If he did this, those aristocrats and gentlemen would be unhappy.

Only cafes that cater to lower-class people would hang such a sign. Doyle didn't want to ruin the reputation and brand he had accumulated over generations.

"Then your plan to open a fast food restaurant will be ruined. I will convince my daughter not to let you join her fast food restaurant."

said Vanderbilt, puffing out a puff of smoke.

"I'm scared of you now. You can do whatever you want. I hope you will pay attention to Tangti's cafe next time instead of my cafe."

Doyle was clearly being exploited by Vanderbilt.

"Don't worry, I am your loyal customer. Your coffee is the best in New York. I wonder what magical formula your grandfather left for you descendants." Vanderbilt drank with great enjoyment. He took a sip of hot coffee and said.

"Mr. Sailor, I think you must have participated in the parade in New York. I heard that many of the unscrupulous people in the parade were employed by you. Those guys who had nothing to do all day and were obsessed with money were used by you to use a cheap ticket to California. Bought!"

Backhouse angrily told Vanderbilt.

Privately, he had already sent someone to investigate and found out that Vanderbilt promised those unemployed vagrants a cheap ferry ticket, allowing them to go to the New York Municipal Building at the north end of Broadway Street to cause trouble every day.

What made Backhouse angry was that although he knew that the New York parade was planned by Vanderbilt, he could not do anything about Vanderbilt.

Because Vanderbilt does things cleanly and never leaves anyone with any excuses. Backhouse has yet to find substantial evidence.

"Backhouse, don't accuse people of innocence out of thin air. Everything must be based on evidence. If you think I incited the demonstration, you have to provide evidence! I am a good citizen. Besides, demonstrations are also the people's legitimate rights."

Vanderbilt put down the coffee cup in his hand, picked up the "New York Evening Post" on the table and said: "It is not the people demonstrating outside who are destroying this country, but vampires like you Backhouse, I can I heard you raised rents for New York tenants again."

With that said, Vanderbilt stood up from his chair and showed the newspaper in his hand to everyone in the cafe.

This newspaper was very different from previous newspapers. It printed photos of Los Angeles after it was ravaged by rebels.

This is a real photo, not a print.

Collapsed churches, bloodstains all over the ground, a cemetery as far as the eye can see, a simple funeral, a sad and angry priest, as well as corpses and ruins that are unbearable to look at.

These photos are a silent indictment of the crimes the rioters committed against Los Angeles.

There is only a text for explanation below the photo, and the newspaper's title is also very concise and clear: Los Angeles is crying! California is crying!

This newspaper does not use any emotionally charged words to incite people's hearts.

I am afraid that even the illiterate people on the streets of New York can understand this newspaper. It can be said to be the newspaper with the lowest reading threshold since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Vanderbilt believed that this era-defining newspaper would shock the entire United States.

Vanderbilt realized this when the New York Evening Post delivered today's paper to him yesterday.

Once this newspaper is released, the "New York Evening Post" is bound to become famous and become a top newspaper that can compete with the "New York Post".

Vanderbilt is now considering discussing with Liang Yao the next time he travels to California to buy some shares in his newspaper.

The dignitaries in the cafe were attracted by the newspaper full of photos in Vanderbilt's hand.

They rushed to circulate the newspaper in Vanderbilt's hands. The photos in the newspaper were blurry, and in many photos of complex environments, only a rough outline could be seen.

But this does not prevent them from understanding the image content on the photo.

"Gentlemen, I still have ready-made photos here."

Collins, who was sitting across from Vanderbilt, dug out a clearer photo from the bag he was carrying and handed it to the crowd.

The skilled craftsmen in the printing plants of the Washington Post, the Washington Republic, and the New York Evening Post racked their brains for more than two months and experienced many failures before they successfully published the photo. The image was printed in the newspaper.

Of course, this is also the most expensive newspaper printed by the three newspapers. The cost of each newspaper is as high as 30 cents, which is dozens of times that of ordinary text newspapers.

"Oh my God! It's terrible!"

"It's too awful!"

"Is this something done by our American soldiers? They are no better than beasts!"

"This was the first time I saw pictures of the war in a newspaper."

"Whose genius idea was this?"

The newspaper caused a commotion in the cafe, and Backhouse stared at the newspaper full of photos expressionlessly.

Although the tragedy that happened in Los Angeles had nothing to do with him, if we were to seriously investigate it, he himself and the members of Congress were also indirectly responsible for the tragedy.

He also knew very well how much commotion this newspaper would cause in the entire society, although the Los Angeles tragedy had long spread to the East, and many newspapers published the news.

But the photos in this newspaper are far more convincing than those pale words. People no longer need to imagine the picture through words, but can directly see a real scene through photos.

Since Vanderbilt has this newspaper, the members of Congress and the President must already have a copy, right?

Thinking of this, Backhouse felt desperate. The land and gold in California were no longer within easy reach.

Looking at the scene in the cafe, an imperceptible smile appeared on Vanderbilt's lips.