New Ming Empire mixed in America

Li Mingqi didn't know what happened in Los Angeles, but on the third day after these residents returned, someone poured kerosene on the city hall gate and set it on fire.

As for Li Mingqi's land purchase document, it was signed by the deputy mayor the next day and sent on the ship to San Francisco.

And the extremely racist former mayor... fell to death in front of his home because of slippery roads in the dark, which is really heartbreaking.

Li Mingqi shed a few crocodile tears when he heard the news brought back by Liu Erhe and others who had returned from their travels.

Some of the machines needed by the weapons factory have arrived and are now being loaded onto the hired merchant ships, waiting to be sailed to Los Angeles.

Li Mingqi, who had been stranded in San Francisco for more than a month, finally took the people of the Xinming Empire on a merchant ship bound for Los Angeles.

As for those Tatars who refused to cut their braids, they were left in San Francisco and worked in the factories they dreamed of.

As for whether these people will be persecuted after the conflict between the Xinming Empire and California in the future...that is a matter for the Qing government. What does it have to do with the Xinming Empire?

In mid-August 1860, the Xinming Empire finally made its first footprint in Los Angeles.

Los Angeles has a pleasant climate all year round, is surrounded by mountains on three sides, faces the sea on one side, and has more than 130 kilometers of coastline.

The Los Angeles River, which originates from the San Fernando Valley, is a good helper for industrial development in Li Mingqi's eyes.

Of course, a dam is needed to utilize this river, because the river will flood from time to time.

The key factor that Li Mingqi attaches great importance to is the oil here.

Los Angeles can be said to be a city floating on oil, with unit reserves more than 10 times that of the Middle East.

According to data, Los Angeles has 4,000 barrels/cubic acre of oil reserves, while the Middle East only has 300 barrels/cubic acre.

At the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century, this place would be filled with oil wells. The dense oil wells made this place seem like a steel jungle.

The development of oil also allowed this town of only 50,000 people at the time to rapidly expand into a megacity with a population of more than 10 million in later generations.

Of course, now all this belongs to our Emperor.

"Sir, if you build a factory here, the investment will be too great. I really don't know what you think."

Old Joyce, the chief designer who was hired to be responsible for the construction of various factories, looked at the scenery near Long Beach and his expression was not very good.

Joyce was not only responsible for the site selection and construction of the factory, but also the layout and placement of the machines in the factory.

In addition, he was given the right to fight for welfare for workers.

"With all due respect, this place is only suitable as a farm. There is neither a railway nor a larger dock. I don't see any hope of making a profit from building a factory here."

The old man is not optimistic about this job, because the inconvenient transportation will increase the cost dozens of times.

"I have the final say on whether this place is suitable for building a factory. You just need to find a location suitable for building a factory, then plan it and complete it. You don't need to worry about the rest."

Li Mingqi was very unhappy with this little old man who had been nagging him all the way. After taking his money, he should do things with his heart instead of pointing fingers.

"Okay, you are the boss and you have the final say. But I said in advance that I am only responsible for the construction and you are responsible for purchasing the raw materials yourself."

Shrugging his shoulders, Joyce took the opportunity to remove the raw material part from his work. He was afraid that the cost would be high and unnecessary trouble would arise.

"I will be responsible for the raw materials. As I said, you only need to draw the drawings and make the buildings on the drawings appear on this land."

Li Mingqi reiterated his request again.

He put away the telescope, waved to Liu Youcai, and asked him to organize people to enclose a large open space near the small pier in Long Beach.

It doesn’t need to be well built, as long as it can block other people’s sight.

People on the ship began to disembark one after another, and the recruited workers have now begun to build the camp under the leadership of their respective foremen.

To be honest, making a city from scratch is far more difficult than Li Mingqi imagined.

I originally thought that building a city is like playing "City Skyline", which is: build roads first and then build housing, don't build factories next to commercial streets, don't be lazy in providing water and electricity, and finally build more toll stations.

Now just the drainage system of a city makes Li Mingqi dumbfounded.

Looking at the abstract topographic map on the cowhide map, he really had no idea where to start. In the end he could only look at Joyce standing next to him.

"Mr. Li, I'm just a factory repairman. To plan the city, you have to find more professional talents."

The little old man's words shattered Li Mingqi's hopes, and he could only put away the cowhide map sponsored by the Los Angeles City Government again.

After lunch, work continued. Of course, as the Emperor of the New Ming Empire, his job was to lead four vicious henchmen around.

The hired aboriginal workers were busy amidst the scoldings of the supervisors, and Liu Youcai and 150 Imperial Defense Force soldiers were also busy.

Pieces of colored steel fences that were continuously transported from the Bird, as well as pieces of wood used as supports, were scattered in the open space. They will be used to circle an open space for Li Mingqi. Now they are just waiting to be measured.

After the scope is installed, the installation begins.

Liu Erhe led the Jinyi Guards to use electric pumps to inflate Li Mingqi's inflatable tent of the same type as the disaster relief medical treatment.

This bright yellow large inflatable tent is surrounded by a dozen larger inflatable tents of the same camouflage color.

A circle of construction site colored steel fence has been built between the two to protect Li Mingqi's tent.

These are the temporary shelters for the people of the Xinming Empire. Although they are simple, they are better than nothing.

This camp belonging to the Xinming Empire is located on the leeward side of a slope. This location is a long way from the workers' working place and the camp as a buffer.

As for where those local workers live? Li Mingqi doesn't bother to care.

Besides, isn't it traditional for these criminals, villains and bankrupts from Europe to live in wooden houses with drafts everywhere?

Li Mingqi expressed his willingness to respect this beautiful tradition that has been passed down since the Middle Ages.

"Damn... God, bah, God, damn... you actually used such good steel as a fence? You will be punished!"

"My workers are about to live in a simple camp, but you are so luxurious. I swear, God will definitely punish you."

While Li Mingqi was sitting by the river fishing, a sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling sounded in the distance.

Looking back, I found that Joyce was lying on a piece of colored steel plate, with his hands and legs spread out, tightly protecting the pile of colored steel plates under him.

Several National Defense Force soldiers who were under construction nearby looked at him with dark lines on their faces.

The old man followed them like a fool. No matter which color steel plate they wanted to take, the old man would jump out and lie on it to stop the construction.

Just like the poor retired cadres who stopped forced demolitions in villages in the city.

If this old man makes a fuss, the entire construction progress will come to a halt.

He scolded Liu Youcaiqi, the Minister of Etiquette:

"You, a barbarian, are causing trouble for no reason. You are simply bullying others. What are you looking at? Why don't you get this old rogue away quickly!"

Upon hearing the order, several National Defense Force soldiers directly lifted little old man Joyce and the colored steel plate underneath him, and moved him away from the construction site.

In order to prevent the old man from continuing to cause trouble, the two Wehrmacht soldiers had no choice but to pin him to the ground and prevent Joyce from moving.

If Li Mingqi hadn't told him not to embarrass this old guy as much as possible, they would have slapped him with a belt.

Making trouble when someone is doing their job is the same as making trouble when someone is bragging. Both of them deserve a beating.

"Second brother, what do you think this old Western barbarian is talking about? Is he scolding us? How about I give him a kick?"

Although Li Mingqi prohibited abusing the old man, the two National Defense Force soldiers did not give him a good look towards the troublemaker Joyce.

One stepped on the old man's back with his feet, and the other simply sat on the old man's lap, pressing him firmly against the colored steel plate.

"Don't kick it. The owner will definitely not be happy if you kick it. It is said that this is some kind of designer."

The soldier called Er Ge quickly stopped him. If this happened, they would definitely not get any good results.

"Second brother, who is the designer?" The soldier stepping on Joyce's back continued to ask.

"The master sounds like he's a mason building a house. But seeing as how he doesn't do any work and only talks about things, he must be a craftsman."

"A mason actually dares to chat with his master. This foreign barbarian really doesn't understand the importance of superiority and inferiority. No, I have to step on him twice to vent my anger on my master."

After speaking, he put a little more strength on his feet. Suddenly, Joyce at his feet screamed louder.

In fact, what old Joyce shouted repeatedly was: "Let me get up...this steel is crushing my hands!"

As the saying goes, mastering one more useful language is equivalent to one more life. Look, if you don't understand Chinese, you will suffer a loss.