"Actually, it's not that I am powerless. In fact, even if the top scholars in Europe gather together at this moment, they may not be able to refute Xiao Letian's theory!"
"It's so scary, this is so scary... I'm not afraid of the Chinese cannons and foreign guns, or their airships and warships. What I'm afraid of is what's in their heads!"
"Xiao Letian has a whole set of ideas to arm the brains of the Chinese people. Under his command, everyone is no longer confused!"
"Whether it's technical improvement or international strategy formulation, he always succeeds. This can no longer be explained by luck!"
"It wasn't until this trip to Naha that I heard his analysis of the Far East economy with my own ears. I didn't know that the so-called good luck was just a little wave driven by his profound thoughts like the ocean!"
"Population issues, business operation issues, industrial resource and market issues... He has even figured out the logistics cost issues for us!"
"I don't know how to refute him. He was very calm and calm. He just told us the cruel fact like he was introducing the number of dishes for lunch!"
"God! I really don't know what to do. I don't know how to increase the population in the Far East. I don't know how to get cheaper resources..."
"I have no solution to the problem of high logistics costs. I don't even know how to develop agriculture in the Far East and how to feed the increasing population on my own!"
Ulan Geli was about to collapse emotionally when he wrote this. He dropped his pen and smoked angrily in circles in the room, his eyes red.
He grabbed his hair like crazy, stamped his feet and beat his chest, but after releasing his emotions, he helplessly sat back on the chair.
"I can't solve these terminal diseases, and I don't believe those fanatical nobles in Moscow who have never been to the Far East can solve them!"
"Aside from shouting and killing to vent their anger, who can come up with any useful suggestions? Which of these problems can they solve?"
"Your Majesty... I can only say to you with great regret... Accept the conditions of the Chinese. Xiao Letian's offer is already the final bottom line. The Chinese will not make any more concessions from now on..."
"Sign! Cut the knot with a sharp knife, solve this big problem immediately, and re-formulate our strategy for the Far East..."
Ulan Geli put down his pen again. This time he opened a bottle of vodka and took a sip. There were pickled cucumbers and pickled lard on the table, which were his favorite dishes to go with wine.
The greasy, bitter and salty raw lard in his mouth, coupled with the sour cucumber, formed a very exciting taste. Then he took a big sip of vodka, and the combination of the burning sensation of the strong liquor in his throat immediately lifted his spirits.
"I risk my life to advise His Majesty... To ensure the interests of the future empire in East Asia, we can only choose to cooperate with the Chinese. We must put aside the arrogance of the past and carefully contact the Chinese!"
"We have fallen behind. The Chinese have new technologies that we do not have, the funds we are most in need of, and there is a huge market for doing business... At this moment, it is our empire that cannot do without China, not that China cannot do without us!"
"Integrate into the Chinese business circle, make money, and find ways to cooperate... This is the only way to improve our national strength in the future!"
"My rebellious words... Your Majesty, you must change your past concept of blindly expanding territory! I have vaguely discovered that the future world territory is only a part of the display of national power, and its weight will continue to decrease!"
"Other less intuitive things are the true reflection of an empire's strength!"
"How many college students do we have in Tsarist Russia? How many technology patents do we have? How many huge population markets does it have?"
"How many strategic resources can we control...and finally, how high can our productivity be!"
"These factors plus the territorial area, combined together, are the true national strength of an empire!"
"Your Majesty, please listen to the bloody advice of the old minister. Please look up and see the future of the human world! You must learn from Peter the Great. For the sake of the new world, you can deign to be a soldier and hide in the embassy to learn about the new world!"
"Let's put down all your contempt for the Chinese! We must admit that facing the Chinese today, we are just primary school students!"
When writing this, the emotional Ulan Geli even tilted the tip of the pen, and the ink soaked on the manuscript paper, like a black blood stain!
Ulan Geli raised his head and drank another half bottle of spirits, and then ate a few sticks of raw lard and a pickle. At this moment, his eyes were red, and he was making a difficult decision in his heart!
He changed to a pen again, but this time the hand holding the pen was trembling. He mustered up the courage to start writing again.
"Great Your Majesty! I know the tremendous pressure Your Majesty is facing... If you nod and agree to this treaty, those conspiratorial nobles will definitely take the opportunity to provoke!"
"I...I have no one else who can help Your Majesty!"
"I promise your Majesty here... when the new treaty is signed and comes into effect next year, I..."
"I will commit suicide in Beijing! I am willing to die here... my body will be buried outside Beijing... I can take all responsibility away!"
"Your Majesty can put all the blame on me. My life will exchange for the future stability of the empire!"
"I have nothing else to ask for...I just hope that your majesty can treat...me...my relatives who stayed in my hometown..."
"Ulan Geli... the last word!"
Writing this, Ulan Geli threw the pen into the corner, and then suddenly opened the window, letting the northwest wind from the capital on a winter night blow directly in.
"Don't leave! Just bury it here...ah!" The cry was like a wolf howling.
The war between Tsarist Russia, the Qing Dynasty and the Chinese people, which lasted for many years, came to an end. When the Tsar in Moscow received a secret message from Ulan Geli, the Tsar locked himself up for a day. No one knew that the Tsar was there. What to do.
On April 10 of the lunar calendar in 1874, Ulan Geli signed the "Final Treaty of Qing-Russia Boundary Demarcation" on behalf of the Tsar at the Prime Minister's Office. In this treaty, all the land that Xiao Letian wanted was determined.
At the same time, Ulan Geli and the Far Eastern King Xiang Shaolong signed the Treaty of Vladivostok. Tsarist Russia finally recognized the Far East as a legitimate country, and Tsarist Russia gave up all territorial claims.
In the end, Tsarist Russia signed the "Sino-Russian Peace Treaty" with Xiao Letian. The war finally ended, and Xiao Letian began to deport Tsarist Russian prisoners in batches.
At this moment, the "Naha Secret Treaty" that laid the foundation for these three treaties has not been made public. This is the secret trump card that Xiao Letian holds in his hands in the future.
May 5th of the lunar calendar in 1874! On the day of the Chinese Dragon Boat Festival, Wulan Geli visited the Wanshou Mountain in Kunming Lake!
On the dragon boat, Wu Langeli ate three of his favorite meat dumplings, and then before anyone could react, he resolutely jumped into the lake and committed suicide!
After learning the news, Xiao Letian lamented, "This is Qu Yuan of Tsarist Russia! Our opponent is actually the loyal minister of the Tsar!"
Note: An update has been added. An update has been added today! Brothers and sisters, smash me to death with zongzi!
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