1850 American Gold Tycoon

"Second uncle didn't take care of these guards. I feel sorry for you. You once said that professional matters should be left to professionals. Those ghost guys can provide better guards than your second uncle."

Deng Yan felt deeply guilty about his performance. It is true that the performance of the Chinese guards was more loyal and brave, not willing to sacrifice their lives and not afraid of death.

But these cannot cover up the gap in tactical literacy and firearms use proficiency between them and the white guards.

It is an indisputable fact that the white gunmen killed more gangsters with fewer casualties.

"Damn, these ghost bandits are so damn wicked. Even if they burn down my shop, they even burn down the public toilets! No wonder there are more and more feces on the streets these days, and the smell is getting worse and worse! Jones, Lead people to build more toilets!"

Liang Yao, who was inspecting the mine, suddenly felt anxious and wanted to find a public toilet to solve the problem. He found that the public toilets around him had been burned down by gangsters a few days ago, so he returned to his residence holding his stomach.

"Second uncle, we'll talk about these things after we get back."

After taking care of his physiological needs, Liang Yao walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. He recalled Deng Yan's question just now and gave Deng Yan an answer.

"It's not that the second uncle can't handle these guards, but that the second uncle himself can't get over the hurdle in his heart. The foreign gunmen are already accustomed to using guns, and some of them were mercenaries before. But our Chinese guards are basically farmers, and their performance is not as good as It makes sense for them.”

Liang Yao poured Deng Yan a cup of tea, and the two sat down to talk.

"If you are not familiar with muskets, you can learn them. Even if I use gold to feed them to become veterans of muskets, I will not hesitate. You can also learn tactical things from foreigners and then try to get used to them.

When it comes to playing with gunpowder and firearms, we are actually their ancestors. I believe that as long as we practice more, we Chinese will not be worse than foreigners, and we can even play better than them.

Next we have a tough battle to fight. Whether we Chinese can gain a foothold in California depends on our success or failure. You are my relative. If I don’t leave my wealth and life to my second uncle, will I leave it to those foreign devils to protect me?

At present, foreign guards and gunners are more professional, but they are all mercenaries of foreign races. What are mercenaries? They are a group of wolf cubs who have milk and are mothers. I can use them, but I cannot completely trust them. "

Chinese guards and foreign guards each have their own merits. Chinese guards are more loyal. After all, in the entire United States, the only one who can give them such favorable conditions is Liang Yao. Without Liang Yao, they can only swallow their humiliation and give to those white gold mining companies and organizations. Strike down and endure unfair treatment.

Foreign guards are more professional, and their loyalty is completely based on gold. In terms of financial resources, he is not as good as Brannan now. Brannan can bribe those deserters, and naturally he can also bribe his hired gun guards. He needs to leave a backup for himself. In order to prevent these people from defecting, there will be others available.

Liang Yao is very confident in defeating Brannan in a business war and even leaving Brannan with nothing. However, in terms of direct violent conflict, he is not yet fully confident in defeating Brannan.

"Liang Yao! Can you explain to me what this newspaper is about?"

Flagg barged into Liang Yao's office very rudely. He originally wanted to slap the newspaper directly on Liang Yao's face.

But after seeing Deng Yan, who was glaring angrily and holding two revolvers at his waist, Flagg's hand holding the newspaper paused in mid-air and slapped it directly on Liang Yao's desk.

Flagg participated in the U.S.-Mexican War. Having been on the battlefield, he could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from Deng Yan. He knew that Deng Yan was different from other Chinese guards. He had also been on the battlefield and had seen bloodshed. Seasoned soldier.

Liang Yao was well prepared to face Flagg's attack.

"I just published Sergeant Flagg's exact words in the newspaper truthfully."

"I did say that I would bring those Mounties who took Brannan's gold to court, and I will do the same, but I never said that I would throw all Brannan and the so-called Security Council into a manure pit and drown! You Doing this will put me and my family in a very dangerous situation!"

At this time, Flagg no longer had the composure that a police chief should have, and was roaring hysterically at Liang Yao, like an uncontrolled mad dog.

"But that's what you were thinking that day in the square, right?"

Liang Yao stood up and walked to Flagg. Flagg was relatively tall in this era, a full 175 centimeters. Although Liang Yao was not as strong as Flagg, his height Still slightly taller than Flagg.

Liang Yao looked directly into Flagg's eyes that were about to spit out flames and continued.

"The security level in San Francisco is so bad that even a police chief has no sense of security. Don't you think it's ridiculous? I believe that as a police chief, you still have a sense of justice and responsibility."

"Of course, although I like gold, I have a bottom line."

"Then we are the same kind of people, and I am also a person with a bottom line."

"No, you and Brannan are the same kind of people! You are both demons!"

"He and I are not the same kind of people. I am better than him."

"What is a forcing number?"

“I know very well what I can touch and what I cannot touch. For example, I will not hang an innocent citizen in public, acting as judge, jury and executioner.

For another example, I like gold. I can share my gold mining skills with other gold diggers and get rich together with them, instead of selling a gold mining tool that costs more than ten cents for more than ten dollars or even higher.

Isn’t it true that residents of Sacramento live happier lives than those of San Francisco? "

"You are a smooth-tongued businessman, I can't speak to you."

Flagg lost the argument. Although he was unwilling to admit it on the surface, he also recognized Liang Yao's words in his heart. After all, what Liang Yao said was the truth, and facts speak louder than words.

"I can publish it in the newspaper tomorrow and say that the content in the newspaper is completely false and is my personal fabrication and has nothing to do with Sheriff Flagg, but whether Brannan will believe these words, I think you know better than me.

Chief Flagg, if you want to ensure the safety of you and your family, you have only one choice, and that is to join forces with me to send the devil Brannan to hell! "

Liang Yao patted Flagg on the shoulder and returned to his seat.

"So, what can you do to send Brannan to hell?" Flagg slumped in his chair helplessly.

Arguing obviously can't solve the problem, but he doesn't have much confidence in Liang Yao.

Although Liang Yao is a leader among gold diggers, a very outstanding figure, and his ability may not be inferior to Brannan's, his foundation in California is far less deep than Brannan's.

What they have to deal with now is not just Brannan alone, but also the Security Council who relies on Brannan to dominate San Francisco.

"Brannan's arrogance and domineering stem from his huge wealth. As long as there is no such wealth, Brannan is just a vicious dog without canine teeth. A vicious dog without canine teeth cannot hurt people. By then you will You and your family can be truly safe.

I can become the second millionaire in California in three months, and I am naturally confident that I can turn Brannan from the richest man in California into a pauper.

Of course, if we join forces, this will be much easier. "