On a cloudy morning in August 1891, under the astonished gaze of the hard-working workers, a strange-looking black trimaran, like a bat with its wings spread, flashed against the sky from time to time.
The passing lightning drove along the course of the Swan River, and then slowly docked at the Freemantle Port of the Free Settlement Colony of Western Australia, the British Empire.
Nautilus, the bow of the ship is a name I have never heard of.
You must know that in a place like Western Australia, which has nothing good except wool, only a few regular merchant ships come here every year. The arrival of a strange ship is always relatively easy to cause a sensation, not to mention the ship's
On the deck, there was also a major wearing a British naval uniform.
Although the descendants of these gangs of tyrants and criminals in Western Australia have obtained the power of self-government with Her Majesty the Queen's dismissive consent and established an autonomous government last year, there is still little concern for the Union Jack flag flying high on the mast.
, still has a deep-rooted awe.
But the next moment, awe turned to fear.
Because what emerged from the cabin were a large number of heavily armed British soldiers.
"Has Her Majesty the Queen regretted it?" All Western Australians who saw this scene had this thought in fear.
You must know that Britain has already withdrawn its troops from Australia, otherwise they would not dare to pursue independence even if they had the courage!
However, what happened next left them a little confused.
The large group of British soldiers quickly disembarked and lined up neatly in two opposite columns on the dock at the gangway entrance, with the blades of their bayonet-mounted Lee-Enfield rifles at eyebrow level.
Then, I saw a yellow man wearing a straight black tuxedo, a black top hat, and a white shirt collar with a bow tie, holding a beautiful white girl on his arm, followed by a white and a yellow man.
The little maid walked down proudly.
He walked down the gangway slowly with steady steps, then looked reservedly at the soldiers on both sides, turned his head with satisfaction and said: "Piao, cannon!"
Behind him, a two-meter-tall black man wearing a black suit and black glasses immediately waved to the boat.
The two Gruson 57 cannons that were hastily set up on the deck immediately roared at the same time.
The dock suddenly exploded. This was not a salute, this was a real army standard artillery. Although only the sound of the cannon was heard and no shells were dropped, the excitement was real.
Yang Feng looked at the people running around on the pier with satisfaction, and boarded the pumpkin carriage that had just been unloaded from the ship. Guarded by fifty fully armed soldiers, he walked to the pale, unknown man not far away.
in front of the police.
"I need to visit the Governor, and I hope you can show me the way." He said lightly with a proud smile on his face.
"General, His Excellency the Governor lives in Perth, sir," the policeman stammered.
"Is there any problem?" Yang Feng said dissatisfied.
"Yes, but it's very far there." The policeman looked at the soldiers timidly.
"Huh?" Yang Feng's pretense was severely frustrated. There were still twenty or thirty kilometers from here to Perth. Naturally, he couldn't expect these guards to finish the marathon and still maintain their arrogance, so he had no choice but to run in Free again.
Mantu hired ten carriages, and the convoy arrived in Perth, the capital of Western Australia, three hours later.
This small town by the Swan Lake looked so peaceful and charming under the sunset. Yang Feng couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he thought of adding countless chimneys to blacken the blue sky above his head.
Yang Feng's visit surprised the Governor of Western Australia. He had received a letter from Baron Rothschild half a month ago.
This made him even a little flattered. You must know that he is just a run-down nobleman with a very small background. It is indeed very proud to receive a personal letter from a member of the House of Peers, especially since this member is Rothschild.
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The baron's letter was very short. Apart from some useless greetings, the most important content was that an Eastern friend of his was going to Western Australia. He hoped that he could provide some help within his ability. In addition, he also casually told him in the letter
, this person has a close relationship with the royal family, especially His Royal Highness Prince Victor.
The Governor was shocked after reading the letter. Could it be that the friend of Rothschild and the future British Crown Prince was a prince from the East?
But what is he doing in this damn place?
Except for gold panning in the upper reaches of the Swan River, there is really nothing of value here.
As for whether Rothschild's friends will come to dig for gold, this is simply ridiculous. Those poor people lying on the ground sifting sand for a year are not as good as these rich people moving their little fingers on the London stock exchange floor.
But this is not what he cares about anymore. Western Australia has become autonomous. To put it bluntly, his governor is just a symbol. The power belongs to the Western Australian Parliament. When the time comes, all he has to do is introduce him to the Western Australian Prime Minister.
So after Yang Feng arrived, he immediately held a grand welcome dinner and then invited all the leaders of the Western Australian autonomous government.
Although the Western Australian government does not welcome Chinese, it refers to Chinese who come to grab jobs from white people. They are still very welcoming to wealthy Chinese who come to invest, especially this Chinese is a big shot from London, Baron Rothschild.
As friends with Prince Victor, this is something they must never offend.
Therefore, the Western Australia government readily agreed to Yang's mining application for prospecting and mining. Of course, Yang Feng also promised that the ratio of Chinese to local employees in his company would always remain one to ten.
It was this article that completely dispelled the concerns of Western Australians. In fact, Australia was also anti-Chinese at this time. Although it was mainly Eastern Australia, Western Australia was also not very welcoming to Chinese workers.
In addition, Yang Feng also patted his chest and promised that no matter how much the annual profits of Yang's mining industry are in the future, at least one-third will be used to give back to this beautiful land. He will build factories and countless buildings for the hard-working and kind-hearted people of Western Australia.
Factories, steel plants, refineries, arsenals, he wants to turn the Swan River into Australia's Thames River and Perth into Australia's London.
So the banquet ended happily. Of course, what the outside world didn't know was that everyone from the Prime Minister to the MPs left with Yang Feng's enthusiasm in their arms. These Western Australian officials were infected by Yang Feng's enthusiasm.
, gave him the maximum help for his upcoming inspection activities, so only two days later, Yang Feng's large team set off.
Mercenaries wearing imitation British army lobster suits, riding high-headed horses provided by the government of Western Australia, dragging machine guns and cannons, carrying rifles on their shoulders and automatic pistols on their waists, guarded their boss and his wife, and marched murderously up the Swan River.
The beautiful scenery on both sides of the strait was indeed intoxicating. The only thing that was disgusting was that they met many gold diggers one after another, but they were just scattered individuals. These poor ghosts with dreams of getting rich lay on the riverside and followed.
Sifting through the sand greedily like a hyena drinking water.
The Western Australian official, who was following the carriage on horseback and was as servile as a landowner's dog, said carefully: "Gold was discovered here a few years ago, so gold diggers have not stopped over the years, although many people have gained something.
, but very few actually make a fortune.”
Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, called his guard commander to his side and whispered a few words. The former British major saluted and then quickly rode his horse to the machine gun team. A Maxim was dragged by the carriage.
The machine gun was immediately unhooked, and then the machine gunner attached the canvas bandolier, adjusted the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the river in front of the gold diggers and fired. The dense bullets and sudden gunfire scared these guys so much that they jumped up and screamed.
He shouted and dug into the sand. Boss Yang hugged his fiancée and smiled happily.
The Western Australian official next to him continued to be servile with a smile on his face.
The further we walked, the fewer people there were. After a few days of walking, the gold diggers disappeared. Occasionally, we could see one or two pastures. However, when Yang Feng was not far from Kalgoorlie according to his memory, the pastures were gone.
Only endless wasteland remains.
"Let's just go here. You record the location. From here eastward to the desert, extending from the central axis to both sides for 100 kilometers, I will buy all the land." Boss Yang looked at the monotony around him with some boredom.
He said it in a nonchalant tone, as if he was buying not more than 20,000 square kilometers of land, but a small vegetable garden.
The official took a breath of air and asked cautiously: "Mr. Yang, aren't you coming to prospect?"
"Yes, buy it first and then prospect for mines." Yang Feng said casually.
Well, this official has nothing to say. Since he doesn't care about losing money, the Western Australia government is naturally happy to make a fortune. Anyway, it is an uninhabited wasteland. There seem to be a few sheep-gathering pastures, but it is not a big deal.
, just change them somewhere else. As for those who refuse to change?
The officer looked at the cannon at the back and couldn't help but shuddered. They would change it.
Now that the site has been determined, Boss Yang is naturally not interested in staying here anymore. He takes his team directly back to Perth, and then signs a contract with the Western Australia government. The area of this land is about 25,000 square meters based on the map.
Kilometers, which is about one percent of the total area of Western Australia, because no economic value has been found so far. Considering the investment risks that Mr. Yang has to bear, in addition to the future development of Western Australia, and showing the enthusiasm of the people of Western Australia
Friendly, of course, mainly for the personal friendship between the Prime Minister of Western Australia and members of Parliament and Mr. Yang, this land was sold at a price of one pound per square kilometer.