Xiao Letian's colonial model was completely different from that of the Europeans. He relied on the huge population base of the Central Plains and the refugee groups generated by years of turmoil to begin a large-scale Chinese immigration to Southeast Asia.
Xiao Letian wanted Nanyang's resources. He could build the reclamation area himself, use Chinese immigrant groups to build villages one after another to open up new farmland, and eventually connect countless farmlands and villages into a huge reclamation area.
Rice, rubber, spices...including seafood and some minerals, these wealth do not rely on the local kings and indigenous people at all, but only use the power of the Chinese.
Some people may say that this is not the immigrant occupation of Chiguoguo? But Xiao Letian was smart enough not to make the situation clear directly. He chose to take a step back at the most critical point.
Xiao Letian will never challenge the cakes of the European powers, and taxes will be paid as usual. The industries in which European capital is involved have chosen to give in, such as gold mining, voyage trade, spices, etc. Xiao Letian is very involved in these industries, and his funds Mainly concentrated in the relatively low-profit industry of grain planting and trade.
We will earn the hard-earned money that you European powers are unwilling to earn. We will temporarily avoid the big money that you are making.
And from the beginning to the end, Xiao Letian was not running the reclamation areas in the name of the country, but investing in these Chinese areas in the name of Lotte Bank and foreign banks.
This purely commercial model avoided sovereignty disputes with European colonists and local kings, and completely defined the reclamation area as a commercial investment project, just like the current Tanggu Special Zone.
According to international law, the Tanggu Industrial Zone has now become a commercial project independently invested by Xiao Letian Group and operated in the Qing Dynasty. It is protected by the commercial laws of all countries, and through 'friendly' negotiations with the Qing Dynasty, the zone has obtained autonomy.
There is no need to ask for more autonomy, just write seventy or eighty years. God knows whether the Qing Dynasty will still be there in seventy or eighty years.
The deep colonization of Southeast Asia followed this pattern. Lotte Bank, Foreign Bank, and large Chinese business groups all signed investment contracts with the colonists and local kings for more than 80 years.
For colonists and local kings, using a piece of paper and worthless tropical rain forests can be exchanged for a sum of cash and future tax guarantees. This is a business that is sure to make money without losing money.
Therefore, the reclamation areas in Nanyang did not encounter any resistance at all and slowly developed and expanded. Although there were many conflicts between the Chinese and the indigenous monkeys in the reclamation areas, under the mediation of Xiao Letian's diplomats, these The relationship between the Niantun Reclamation Area and the Europeans and the royal families of the feudal states is very close.
This is reasonable. What is the greatest wealth that China’s bureaucratic culture has accumulated over thousands of years? Of course it is a culture of corruption! Chinese officials have the most versatile gift-giving methods in the world, and they are extremely proficient in this little trick of secretly conveying benefits.
In the eyes of these Central Plains bureaucrats, the Europeans' methods of asking for and giving bribes were as straightforward as those of primary school students, and those stupid local kings were unable to resist the flattery knowledge accumulated by thousands of years of bureaucratic culture.
Look, everything in the world is useful, even corrupt officials are a treasure if you use them in the right place. In the past few years, the CIA has discovered many geniuses in the Qing Dynasty who are able to offer and demand bribes, commonly known as official officials.
This group of people united and dragged them to Nanyang to corrupt European colonial officials and local kings. It was simply like using cannons to bombard mosquitoes.
What a magical plan this is. Molière now has the urge to kneel down to his enemy Xiao Letian. Isn't this a genius?
There are countless Chinese immigrants in Xiao Letian's reclamation area, which is actually the giant camel in the Middle Eastern proverb. During the sandstorm, the owner hid in the tent, and the camel carefully put its head in.
"I only put my head in to avoid the wind, and my body is still outside... You see, my head is in, how about my shoulders... My shoulders are in, so let's go in with my front legs..."
The camel squeezed in little by little, and when the tent owner realized that he had no more space, it was too late. When the camel butt hit him, the tent owner had no choice but to roll into the sandstorm.
It is a very old-fashioned but classic strategy that is difficult for ordinary people to see through. The main reason is that this strategy takes a very long time, and the previous paralysis work must be done well.
Those Chinese diplomats who travel around Nanyang eating, drinking and having fun are the anesthetics spread throughout Nanyang, so that they cannot see what these Chinese are doing at all, or if they see it, they think it is just a group of greedy farmers at work. .
Anyway, people all over the world know that the Chinese are extremely good at farming, and they love to do this kind of thing, so it is their nature to farm hard!
Molière shook his head and sighed, "I'm sure those British colonial officials and the princes of the feudal states didn't know the existence of these 120,000 tons of rice! If they had really seen a grain depot of this size, they couldn't be wrong. The Chinese are terrified..."
"It's too deep. The next step up from deep colonization is actual occupation. But with just this layer of window paper, Xiao Letian can deceive the whole world!"
"But you damn thing, never try to deceive me! I, Molière, will definitely expose your conspiracy in front of the whole world, you conspirator!"
Molière cursed, and the Russian officials next to him were all stunned. Although they were also shocked by such a huge grain depot, they were not in a state of hysteria.
But what happened next was even more unimaginable to them. They saw Morrie tired from cursing and holding on to the granary, breathing heavily. He took out a cigarette from the pocket of his military uniform, lit it and took a few deep puffs.
He calmly said to his intelligence officer, "Pour kerosene on... and burn this food!"
"Oh God! Are you crazy? This is 120,000 tons of rice. Oh my God, this can feed Muscovites for a year..."
Stefanski jumped up in anger and wanted to stop him, but Molière's two faint words left him completely speechless.
"Muscovites eat it for a year? Can you take it away? You said this is huge wealth. Can you turn it into cash?"
"You can't take it away, and you can't turn it into cash. This doesn't belong to your Russia... Excuse me, what right do you have to stop me? Remember, this is Xiao Letian's food. If you keep it for him, it will be his capital. enemy!"
Stefanski was speechless when Moliere refuted it. They knew that according to the laws of war, it was right for Moliere to try his best to weaken the enemy.
But this is 120,000 tons of grain. In the bitterly cold Russia, countless poor people starve to death every winter. Their feelings for grain are incomprehensible to the French in warmer areas.
"Hey... Damn it, since you French people are willing to commit evil, we will not get involved. Send an order to the soldiers to quickly carry the gold and silver onto the ship. We don't have much time to waste... Let's go!"
The Russian officials withdrew from the grain warehouse. At the same time, the huge bamboo and wood granaries began to smoke and catch fire. Soon the piles of grain filled with kerosene turned into huge torches.
One, two, three or four... countless seats! The south of Bailayi City has turned into a sea of fire. People scorched by the heat wave cannot get close at all. Even the streams within ten meters of the fire scene have been dried up.
The blazing fire could be faintly seen dozens of kilometers away, and an unknown thought emerged in the hearts of all the Chinese.
"Could it be that Bai Layi's granary caught fire? Oh my god! That's our five years of savings..."
Molière smiled and threw the cigarette butt into the fire, and the light of the blazing flames reflected on his ghostly face.
"This is just a little interest, revenge... has just begun!"
