New Ming Empire mixed in America

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"Go on, as long as you put this thing on Mr. Stanford's doorstep, we will fulfill our promise."

In the alley, a man wearing a red sleeve thrust a gift box into Winston's arms.

Looking at Winston who looked hesitant, Hong Guanxiu smiled coldly and said, "You can go to the road and ask around. Our Lightning Gang always does what we say."

"Don't worry, what the gangsters say is always more reliable than the promises of those politicians. Think about that guy named Taylor."

After Red Sleeve finished speaking, Winston no longer hesitated and walked towards the Stanford mansion holding the box.

"For what?"

The two guards stopped Winston who was approaching, and their expressions relaxed a lot after seeing the beautifully packaged box in the other person's hand.

"This is a gift that Mr. Taylor asked me to send to Mr. Stanford."

Winston recited the words he had already thought of, and then handed the box to the guard at the door.

The guard looked at Winston, who was wearing a tax police uniform, and after thinking for a few seconds, he asked:

"The tax commissioner in the dock area?"

Winston nodded, handed the box to the guard, said goodbye and left Stanford's mansion.

Although it was a gift from a familiar person, the guard was still very conscientious and prepared to open it and check it.

But when he opened the substantial gift box, he found that there was another exquisite box inside.

After turning it around, he discovered that there was a photo of Taylor stuck on the box.

In fact, if the gift-giver is an acquaintance or a servant of a large family, these guards are not qualified to inspect the gift box.

Such gifts will be personally inspected by the butler's hands. But who calls Taylor just a lowly person?

If he and Mr. Stanford hadn't been scolded by the newspapers for two or three days, these guards wouldn't necessarily know who Taylor was.

Now someone sent a small box with Taylor's photo, and the guard instinctively sensed that there might be something wrong in it.

So without hesitation, he pressed the buckle on the small box and lifted the lid.

By chance, a gust of wind blew by, and the guard's face was covered in powder from the box.

He quickly spit out the unknown powder in his mouth and said to the guard next to him: "This may be some kind of supplement sent by the tax director of the dock area. I will go and show it to Mr. Butler."

With that said, he closed the lid and walked into Stanford's mansion.

Li Mingqi didn't understand what happened in Sacramento, and he didn't care much.

What he is most concerned about now is the resettlement of the Chinese transported from Peru.

Those people are different from the current people of the Xinming Empire. Some of the current people came to San Francisco to pan for gold, some were sold to work as miners, and the rest were just transported from the Puppet Clearance.

The Chinese in Peru are different. They were kidnapped as slaves in the past, and they were even stamped with the word "P" on their chests, which represents shame.

Sooner or later, this account will have to be settled with certain countries!

Because of the above, the resettlement site must have as complete facilities as possible, including medical facilities, canteens, bathhouses, etc.

Li Mingqi has been busy with these things these days, and even helped move the materials several times with his own hands.

"Long live my Lord, a group of residents from as far away as San Francisco who came back from California have come to the port area. They want to request to return to their original houses."

Just when Li Mingqi was thinking about opening a canning processing factory in Yingtianfu, Liu Youcai came over and reported something that Li Mingqi thought was very ridiculous.

"You mean the natives of San Francisco?"

Liu Youcai nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, those are the people. Now they are all gathered in the quarantine area outside the port and they won't leave."

Liu Youcai showed a rare embarrassed look on his face.

You must know that when encountering this kind of thing before, Liu Youcai always waved his hand and asked the Ming Xie soldiers to drive them away or take them back to the construction site to become a glorious free 'laborer'.

But he showed such an expression today, and Li Mingqi became interested for a while.

"Tell me what's special about those people, otherwise you won't be able to look like this."

Upon hearing Li Mingqi's question, Liu Youcai twitched the corners of his mouth a few times before speaking:

"Those people came back with their Emperor."

‘Pfft~’

Li Mingqi took a sip of tea and squirted it all.

"You mean their emperor? They actually have an emperor?"

Li Mingqi was really shocked by the sexual behavior of these San Francisco natives.

I didn't expect to see my colleagues in foreign countries, and I immediately became interested in this emperor wearing a yellow robe.

"If it weren't for your origin, Long Live Lord, their... that emperor..."

Liu Youcai didn't know how to describe the American emperor who was wearing a marshal's uniform and carrying a roaring dog (crossed out)... leading two hounds to act as a guard.

Although he didn't know how to describe it, he still knew a Chinese allusion that had been handed down from ancient times, that is, "holding the emperor hostage to command the princes!"

Although the Emperor of the United States is not like an emperor, it doesn't matter, as long as someone recognizes him as an emperor, such as the San Francisco natives outside the quarantine zone.

That's why Liu Youcai admonished him: "Long live my lord, although the emperor of the United States is a bit...somewhat down and out, we can use his name to inspire others."

Li Mingqi didn't quite understand what Liu Youcai said, but he still understood it by his name.

Although the empire does not need to borrow any name to do things, but...

Well, Li Mingqi decided to meet the so-called Emperor of the United States.

Foreign leaders must show off the majesty of our New Ming Empire when they come to meet them.

Of course, the bad habits of rewarding gold, silver and jewelry do not need to appear in the Xinming Empire.

His Majesty Li Mingqi's money should be reserved and used on those unruly people in the empire.

As for foreigners...it's better to come and visit with gifts.

Of course, His Majesty Li Mingqi doesn't want to collect protection money, but since he's here, it can't be justified if he doesn't get some gifts, right?

As for the relatively poor American emperor's problem of having no money, it can actually be solved easily.

It's useless for him to keep San Jose, and the Xinming Empire should help manage it.

After deciding to meet with the American emperor, Li Mingqi had to face a problem, which was the request of the San Francisco aborigines.

It is impossible to live back. There are finally no foreign races in the empire. How can we let these people come back?

So we have to find a place for those people to settle.

After thinking for a long time, Li Mingqi finally found the location on the map - Angel Island in later generations.

It still belongs to California, so Li Mingqi did a great job of being generous to others.

At most, some merchant ships can be provided for those people, and other supplies need to be purchased with their own money.

I got a lot of banknotes from him at the beginning. Although the banknotes have depreciated seriously in California, more or less those people still exchanged some metal currencies.

So those people should still be able to use the money to buy supplies.

If you really don't have money, there are many places in the empire where you can make a living for free. For example, the construction sites for building asphalt roads are in great need of talents like them to shine.