Compared with post-war reparations, Xiao Letian actually valued the carving up of the colonies the most, because the Chinese people today are actually not short of money, but what they are short of is land.
The Chinese commercial and financial power is definitely No. 1 in Asia. With the right time, place and people, Xiao Letian can easily draw blood from Asia's huge and primitive commercial and financial system.
Thousands of years of accumulation of wealth in Asia cannot be drained away by Europe in a few hundred years, not to mention that the Europeans have just begun to draw blood from Asia, and there is still a lot of meat left for the Chinese.
There is no need to worry about money. What Xiao Letian needs is land, especially control of important strategic locations!
The navy needs ports, and it needs military ports that are as densely populated as Go pieces. Each military port is a stronghold that can control radiation outwards.
The Chinese warships rely on these strongholds to advance, attack, retreat and defend!
Through the powerful combat power of naval guns and marines, the economic area controlled by the Chinese will be greatly expanded!
The northern part of Borneo has been completely included in the arms of the Chinese. Now Xiao Letian's magic hand has extended to Vietnam and Siam... These places can not only provide the Chinese with gold, silver, tin, rubber, gems, and spices. Waiting for valuable goods... This is the largest rice production base in China.
Food is the biggest trump card in Xiao Letian's hand. He doesn't care how good your Confucian ability is at controlling people's hearts. I have food in my hand. Let's see if you are afraid!
Given the current chaotic state within the Qing Dynasty, there will be more natural and man-made disasters in the future, and the court has long lost the ability to control at the grassroots level!
As long as a major disaster occurs, the food of the Chinese people can suppress the bad mouths of all the rotten scholars. No matter how big a scam is, it can't suppress the power of food, a great weapon!
You have lies, I have food!
You have the thoughts of a king and a minister, and I have food!
You have the memorial arch of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and I have food!
You have the righteous title of Manchu Destiny, and I still have food!
No matter how much you talk about lotus flowers, no matter how much you talk about emperors and kings as the sons of heaven, your emperors, generals and ministers are all stars in the sky...you can brag as you like, I just have food!
You cheat with words, I fight with food!
As long as this world is still in chaos, it is self-evident who wins and who loses!
"There is Siam and Borneo in the south of Vietnam. If we run it well for more than ten years, how many more people can I support? Let me do the math. Do the math..."
"What is the basic daily food intake of an adult? It seems that later generations calculated it to be 400 grams... 400 grams per day, then how many grams do 100 million people eat per day..."
"Fuck, it's really troublesome, I won't forget it! Anyway, there are many, many... Siam... Well, Thailand ranks first in rice exports in the world in later generations. It exports more than 9 million tons of rice every year. Although it cannot reach the level of the 21st century. Production, but now the world’s population is also small!”
"Haha...I can support at least 100 million more people in my hands. Let me see if you are afraid!"
"We are different, different... everyone lives in a different situation..."
Xiao Letian sang a wild pop song and left the headquarters in a swaggering manner under the dumbfounded gaze of a group of Prussian officers.
Bismarck smiled bitterly and shook his head, "What a different Chinese. Completely different from Chinese politicians. Xiao Letian is more like a businessman... But that's okay, dealing with businessmen is actually the easiest!"
European politicians have never been afraid of bargaining. On the contrary, if you don't bargain, they won't believe you, just like the first British and French missions to contact officials of the Qing Dynasty.
Those officials from the Qing Dynasty take you to see the mountains and rivers every day, take you to eat, drink and have fun. They seem to be extremely hospitable, but they just don't talk to you about practical issues.
You go straight, but they are always confused. You have to guess, and even if you guess it right, they won't admit it... The political culture is completely different from that here in Europe.
It's still fun to negotiate with people like Xiao Letian. All greed is on the surface. Although the robbery is straightforward, once an agreement is reached, these people will keep their promises in the future. There is still a spirit of contract!
Just as Bismarck turned around and prepared to return to the tent of the headquarters to work, Old Maoqi walked out. He looked at Xiao Letian, who was being protected by a group of Chinese special forces and left, "Has the interests been almost divided?"
Bismarck nodded, "Today we mainly discuss the issue of dividing France's colonies in Asia. He has no objections to the war reparations. It is in full compliance with what was previously discussed. A quarter of the total reparations..."
"Did Annan give it to him?" Old Moltke asked.
"I didn't give him all, I gave him the southern half...Actually, I'm not very interested in Annan. I actually didn't want to take over the French colony, but when I saw the desire deep in Xiao Letian's eyes, I changed my mind... "
"This is a mysterious person. He is often able to surprise him. He is extremely eager for something. I think there should be no harm in us mixing it up..."
"I don't care about diplomatic matters. That is within your scope of authority, but once you make a decision, you must tell me in advance... The General Staff must formulate a new plan!"
"If we want to station troops in northern Annan... our General Staff will probably be busy for a while!"
The two of them walked in the night breeze and talked about future strategic arrangements. Before they knew it, the sleepless night passed!
There were still many people who couldn't sleep. The French Emperor in the central fortress of Sedan also stayed up all night. After the armistice, he went to the night war hospital to visit the injured soldiers as soon as possible. Of course, the most important thing was to visit Marshal McMahon.
At this time, McMahon had completed the operation. The doctor removed three pieces of shrapnel from his chest, and the wounds were disinfected and sutured. However, due to excessive blood loss, the marshal never woke up.
"When will the Marshal wake up?" the Emperor said in a hoarse voice.
"Your Majesty...I'm sorry, I don't know...it might be three or four days, or it might be half a month...it's more likely that I will never wake up!"
"unless……"
"Unless what?" the Emperor asked.
"Unless...this is your Majesty, there has been a rumor in the medical community that the Chinese have cracked the secret of blood, and that the Chinese have the best blood transfusion medical technology in the world..."
"Now I'm afraid only the Chinese military doctors can come forward and the marshal can be saved!"
Before he finished speaking these words, the military doctor's back was soaked with sweat. Of course he knew His Majesty the Emperor's hatred for the Chinese, but now he actually said that he wanted to beg the Chinese, which touched the Emperor's back.
But I never expected that the emperor was not angry, but fell into deep silence...
