"Are there any revolutionaries or anything like that in this country? You know, I always have full respect for those who resist repression." Boss Yang said with a sinister smile.
"Mr. Yang, this is a country with a strong religious atmosphere. People in this country believe in their gods, not something imagined by some poor thinker chewing black bread." Holland said helplessly, looking at
It’s not like I didn’t consider this when I came here. In fact, this kind of work was what merchants in the British Empire liked to do most.
"Thinkers who chew on black bread can become gods if they are packaged. However, the effect is too slow. We now need a method with faster results. Also, what is going on?" Yang Feng raised his head.
Looking at the large number of protesters in the distance, it is obvious that the Persian people are not satisfied with their rulers.
"It's nothing. Mr. Boltat and his tobacco company caused a little trouble. His Majesty the King signed a monopoly agreement with his tobacco company. You also know that monopoly is such a thing. Generally speaking, except for the monopolist himself,
It didn't do anyone else any good, so the deal angered the imams in Shiraz, and the Russians hated the deal, so they pushed for these protests, claiming of course that it was for the country's sovereignty." Holland.
De said gloatingly.
"How can this be possible? Once you sign an agreement, you must perform it. Even if you make a mistake, you must perform it. Otherwise, it will violate the sanctity of the contract. At this time, the fleet of the British Empire should come out to uphold justice." Mr. Yang was just.
To put it bluntly.
"Perhaps Mr. Boltat's energy is too small. It is difficult to achieve things like sending troops without enough influence in Congress. It is not easy for a small tobacco businessman to influence those respected members of Congress." Holland.
De said with a shrug.
"He can't do it, but we can." Yang Feng smiled evilly.
Holland's eyes suddenly lit up. It is indeed difficult for a small tobacco businessman to influence the parliament, but Rothschild did it easily. What's more, Imperial Oil's shareholders include the royal family, and the Chinese in front of him has a close relationship with the navy.
, a simple fleet deterrence is probably just a telegram for them.
"I'll contact Mr. Boltat." Holland said hurriedly.
"Also, by the way, please contact Shiraz. If they need to resist the repression, I will be happy to provide any help I can." Yang Feng said.
"Understood." Holander said with a smile, a two-pronged approach is the best way.
After Boltat, a tobacco merchant from London, learned about the arrival of Big Boss Yang, he immediately rushed from Tehran day and night to Abbas, where he stayed on a luxury yacht whose cost was said to be several times higher than all his property combined.
Above, he stood beside Yang Feng like a humble servant.
"Mr. Boltat, as a businessman who most respects the sanctity of the contract, I am very indignant at this country's unfair attitude towards you, so you can go back and tell His Majesty the King of Persia now that if you do not fulfill your previous agreement, then what will happen next?"
The Royal Navy's fleet will block the Strait of Hormuz when he comes down. If he continues to treat the police so weakly, then the Royal Navy will not rule out taking more severe measures." He was lying on the guardrail of the ship, hugging his little one.
Boss Yang, who is maid fishing, said.
"Mr. Yang, thank you very much for your help. I will tell His Majesty the King now." Boltat said excitedly. He did not expect that such a good thing would happen, and he would have a powerful ally out of thin air.
The next thing was relatively simple. After receiving Yang Feng's telegram from Abbas, and with the behind-the-scenes push of Baron Rothschild, the British naval fleet stationed in the Port of Aden, without domestic orders,
, the fleet commander sailed into the Strait of Hormuz in the name of training. This powerful fleet consisting of two battleships and six cruisers appeared outside Bandar Abbas Port, but frightened the Persian king.
When dealing with domestic protests, the attitude was obviously much tougher, and cavalry was even used to suppress them in Tehran.
But the power of the imams is obviously very powerful, and their status as theocratic authority also ensures that they have no fear. Under their increasingly fierce rhetoric, protests are also increasing day by day, and a small number of firearms have begun to appear in the hands of the protesters. They even shouted
Using slogans such as the king is a criminal who betrayed the country's sovereignty, a small-scale gun battle broke out with the oppressive military police, and a civil war was about to break out.
Nasser al-Din Shah and his Prime Minister Amin are not fools. They have also found out very clearly who the owner of the yacht parked outside Bandar Abbas Port is and what the recent deterioration of the domestic situation has to do with this person. They also
I somewhat understood that the real purpose of Imperial Oil was to surrender, but their offer price was too low. For 10% of the shares, plus an annual mining franchise fee of 10,000 pounds, this was simply bullying.
Although it is not yet certain whether there is oil in our country, since we can recruit these big crocodiles, they are probably inseparable. But if we do not agree to them, these guys will definitely continue to support the domestic protesters.
With the continuous supply of weapons, those baobao people really dare to turn the protest into a baodong. But if they give in to the protesters and abrogate the agreement with the Persian Imperial Tobacco Company, then the British fleet will come to the door. In recent days, Nasser
Ding and his ministers were so worried that their heads turned white.
The ruler of the Persian Empire discovered for the first time that in front of these powerful capitalists, the monarch of a small country was nothing.
In this case, Holland, who represents Imperial Oil, came to visit again. The conditions have not changed at all. They are still the same. If Naser al-Din still refuses to sign the agreement,
"Your Majesty, you should know that my boss is in Bandar Abbas Port right now, and his time is very precious. A person who handles millions of pounds of business every day cannot have too much patience."
Holander said with a reserved smile on his face.
"We can sign the agreement, but as for the tobacco company, your company must provide us with help." Prime Minister Amin said gloomily.
"Of course. In fact, Mr. Yang has persuaded Mr. Boltat to voluntarily give up the tobacco exclusive agreement under appropriate circumstances. However, Your Majesty needs to pay him a small compensation. The specific amount can be negotiated by both parties.
, it’s probably only a million pounds, so don’t worry too much about a small amount of money.” Holland said, as if he was talking about a small amount of money.
"One million pounds?" Prime Minister Amin exclaimed. Such a huge sum of money would bankrupt the royal family.
"Is it a lot? I don't think it's too much? Of course, if your country's finances are tight, Imperial Oil Company can provide a loan, and then it can be repaid with dividends from the royal family's shares in the oil company." Holland said with a smile,
In fact, the asking price of Boltat is half a million pounds. As for the other half million pounds,
Imperial Oil has been so busy, including the royal navy's appearance fee, plus the weapons fee for the protesters, they can't pay for these themselves, right? Although half a million pounds is a bit too much, it can be regarded as a lesson to Nasir al-Din
Already.
However, Nasser al-Din had no choice at this time. Protests in many cities had turned into small-scale protests. At the same time, the British fleet also officially blocked the Strait of Hormuz. Although the Russians protested to the British and ran away at the same time,
Come and tell Nasser al-Din that if the British really resort to force, they will firmly support the Persian people.
But Nasser al-Din also knows very well that this is the biggest hungry wolf behind him. What the British want is just money. What they want is their own land. If the money is gone, they can make money again. If the land is gone, it is estimated that with the strength of Persia,
There is no chance of snatching it back.
So after some bargaining, the Persian government finally redeemed the tobacco franchise from the Persian Imperial Tobacco Company for 800,000 pounds. At the same time, it signed a monopoly on oil exploration and mining throughout Persia with the British Imperial Oil Company.
In the agreement, the price increased slightly, to fifteen thousand pounds per year, but Naser al-Din gritted his teeth and refused to borrow money from Imperial Oil.
You must know that such loans carry huge interest rates.
This point makes Boss Yang feel that there are some flaws, but it is not a big deal. Imperial Oil has already made three hundred thousand pounds before even a drop of oil has been produced. This is also exciting good news. After deducting the commission to the navy,
In addition, there was the insignificant weapon fee, and the net profit was at least 250,000 pounds. Even Rothschild couldn't help but feel happy when he heard the news.
During the period when Yang Feng was in disarray, Umbrella's mercenaries arrived. This group of people was transferred from Western Australia, including one hundred Americans and fifty British officers.
Three hundred Chinese people, escorted by almost a battalion of heavily armed mercenaries, Imperial Oil employees, led by the big boss, took a boat and continued westward first to the port of Kuwait, which belonged to the Ottoman Turkish Empire, and then disembarked here.
Entering Iran's Khuzestan Province and heading to Masjid Suleiman, the destination of this trip.
From the moment he set foot in Kuwait, Boss Yang's excited little heart kept beating. All the sand and wasteland along the way automatically turned into a gushing oil well, especially in Kuwait, which is still very unstable.
Although it is an inconspicuous small town, he knows that this land can almost be said to be floating on a sea of oil.
"Do you have any contact with the Ottoman royal family?" he asked Holland next to him.
"A bit." Holland said. He has been doing business in the Middle East for more than ten years, so this kind of thing is naturally normal.
"Please contact me. How much does it cost to buy this port and the surrounding 10,000 square kilometers of sand?" Boss Yang asked.