Yisiha is going to recruit Ronglu for Prince Gong. This person is a capable minister. Although he has a tendency to be politically opportunistic, the more this kind of person is, the easier it is to bribe him. After all, he once took refuge in Yixin.
Ronglu looked at him with a sneer, "Haha... you want to recruit me? You don't even look at where you are now. You have brought a few more guns!"
Crash... Three revolvers were pressed against Isiha's head. Ronglu looked at him and smiled, "You came in yourself and became my hostage. Do you still want to surrender me?"
"With your life as a shield, do you think I can leave the city?"
"Hahaha..." Isiha was not afraid at all. The three guns were like toys in his eyes.
"Yes, of course I can leave the city. There are only 20,000 bandits outside, and my direct lineage is only two to three hundred people... In fact, it doesn't count as my direct lineage, they are all His Majesty's direct lineage!"
"Your Majesty? Prince Gong has ascended the throne?" Ronglu's expression changed drastically.
"Of course... His Majesty has proclaimed himself emperor in Xiling, and the reign name has been decided. It will be changed to Guangxu!"
"Light! Light is great and great! Xu! It is the continuation of unfinished work!"
"If the Qing Dynasty wants to truly revive, only Your Majesty can do it! This is not a power struggle between one person and two people, but a life-and-death struggle between two ideals of governing the country!"
"What Emperor Tongzhi did is not acceptable. All he wants is a big empire with a dictatorial monarch. He has the final say!"
"And the political trend in this world is changing towards decentralization. What Emperor Guangxu wants is a true aristocratic parliamentary system based on the Eight Banners aristocratic system!"
"Just like the Senate in ancient Rome or the House of Lords in the UK, Germany and Tsarist Russia all have very effective aristocratic parliamentary systems!"
"Rights are shared by everyone, and everyone has to vote when making decisions! Only by breaking the dictatorship can we have a future for our Eight Banners!"
"Haha... Lord Ronglu, a little guard like me can say such a great truth from his mouth. Can you think of how long Emperor Guangxu has been thinking about it? How much training have we received?"
"To tell you the truth, I am not fighting for my own glory and wealth, I am fighting for the future of our Eight Banners and the eternal preservation of our Qing Dynasty!"
"So what if you kill me? What if you take me as a hostage and escape from the city? If you can escape this small city, can you escape this world?"
"You are also an old man in the Eight Banners. Think about it for yourself. Will the palace nobles in the Eight Banners support Emperor Guangxu or Emperor Tongzhi?"
"Just because of Zaichun's cruel and murderous character, look at how many Eight Banners disciples he has killed since he took office? Does this still look like a family?"
"You want to be loyal to him? Haha... Or do you want to continue to be loyal to Cixi? Stop dreaming, I have already seen through the true colors of the two of them!"
"Any deep love and affection are all fake! As long as political interests are involved, any of them can abandon them!"
"After I finished playing, I turned around and threw him to Xiling. I almost lost my life. I will never follow such a ruthless and unjust person again in my life!"
"How good can you be in your honor? Didn't your childhood sweetheart also send you to Xi'an in the end? If it weren't for the fact that there are no direct relatives around Cixi at this moment, do you think you can return to Beijing now?"
Yisiha spread his hands, "You want to leave? Yes, I'll ask them to open the city gate and let you go... But you have to think carefully, if you can escape from the encirclement of Lingqiu County, how many more are behind you?" Encirclement?”
"Can you cross the Taihang Mountains safely? Can you cross Yixian County and enter the Zhili Plain safely? Can you enter the capital safely? Even if you enter the capital, do you think you will escape?"
"Isn't the capital a prison? Haha... You will never guess how many reinforcements His Majesty has at the moment!"
"With your Majesty's temper, how can you raise an army without complete assurance?"
"Did you know about the 3.11 stock market crash? Hahaha... You must know that the first ones to crash the market were the foreign devils!"
Hiss... Ronglu took a breath, "You... you mean? Dongjiao Minxiang chose the prince?"
Isiha licked his lips, "You know too little, and you have been away from the capital for too long... To tell you the truth, the capital has no food in this famine!"
"The moths in the thirteen warehouses of the capital have long emptied the stored grains in the warehouses. Now they are relying on deception to stabilize the hearts and minds of the people of the capital... At this moment, the foolish king can only ask for help from the Chinese and buy high-priced grains!"
"It's a pity...that evil spirit Xiao Letian passed by Malacca and left. Guess...how much food can Zai Chun, this foolish king, buy?"
"Ah..." Rong Lu was really scared now. All of a sudden, the memories of the Xinyou years came to his mind. Emperor Xianfeng escaped from the capital, leaving only his younger brother to deal with foreigners.
It was at that time that Prince Gong established relations with the British and French allied forces. It can be said that Yi Xin was the only one among the princes who had personally dealt with foreigners.
The prince of the Qing Dynasty is equivalent to the prince and crown prince of the British Empire in Europe. This status is too precious!
How could a foreigner pass up the opportunity to establish a relationship with such a person? It turns out that Yi Xin has been making plans since then, so brilliant!
What surprised him even more was how did Guiziliu establish friendship with the Chinese? Are you bluffing me?
In any case, the pistol on his forehead was put down, and Ronglu's momentum was firmly suppressed!
Is Isiha really bragging? It's really not the case. Thousands of miles away on the sea, in an underground reinforced concrete fortification hidden somewhere in Chinese Naha, a meeting is being held in full swing.
"No! Absolutely not... Where can I get it?" Mi Fu pointed his cane at the cement floor and roared, his beard puffing up.
"You want five million shi of grain when you open your mouth? You haven't paid in cash yet, are you going to default? My Mi's Grain Shop is not a magician. Do you know how big a mountain five million shi of grain is?"
"That's 250,000 tons of grain! Damn... even if we raid all over Nanyang, we can't get that much grain! Go to Lao Niu, not me..."
Sitting on the other side of the table is Niu Jinfu, the owner of Sihai Trading Company. These two are the two major grain trusts of the Chinese people, and all private grain trade depends on them to smoothen the trade.
Boss Niu also shook his head desperately, "I mean, you kings, you have all been in government affairs for a long time, do you still need to discuss this kind of issue?"
"Getting five million shi of food in one go? I'm telling you the truth, you can't even get 1 million shi!"
"Do you know what the private grain trade is most afraid of? It's loss. Do you know how much grain loss is throughout the year? Who dares to store so much grain? Are they going to die?"
"Let me put this in front of you. Our Sihai Company can only raise 400,000 shi of grain at most, and I won't have any more... Also, I have conditions and must trade in cash. I can't afford that much capital!"
The long table row and the ashtrays were full, and the Four Heavenly Kings, Xiang Ying, Cai Bixia, Hyoutaro, Noheita and even the great monk Longshi were all present.
The head of state is not in Naha, and all matters are discussed by the committee, and the people here are the first and second generation Chinese elite leaders.
Today's meeting is to collectively discuss the Manchu Qing's telegrams asking for help. Mr. Qing has sent sixteen telegrams in a row asking for help.
