Chapter 658

As the sun sets, on the Great Plains, the breeze sweeps across the horizon, setting off undulating "waves" in the grassland, and at the end of the grassland, several columns of smoke rise into the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's Chinese!"

Nick and his father rowed to the Indian camp and looked at the ruined camp as Nick heard his father say this.

"It must be Chinese!"

Originally, they had come here to trade silver rat skins with the tribe, but they did not expect that now they were presented with a completely destroyed camp, and the camp was covered with corpses, all of which were the corpses of Indians.

"What idiots they are!"

Nick heard his father say this,

"If they hadn't attacked the Chinese, they wouldn't have done this, but this group of fools had to attack the Chinese!"

Almost everyone in the grassland knows that only under the premise of attacking the Chinese, the Chinese will attack these indigenous people, otherwise, they are "well water does not violate river water", and even the Chinese have specially sent their people to tell the indigenous people on the grassland that they rely on them "well water does not violate river water", but these indigenous people still attack the Chinese with their own strength.

The vanguard of the Chinese army, as well as the scouts, and their convoys, in short, for these simple-minded natives, they only need to get a few dozen rifles, a few barrels of gunpowder, and a few barrels of liquor provided by the British, and they will attack everything they can like crazy people, just as they attacked American troops and massacres American civilians during the American Revolution.

"Chinese......"

Nick looked at his dad worriedly, his expression a little nervous, as if he was mentioning something very terrible.

"Will the Chinese hurt us?"

Nick thought of the newspaper reports about the Chinese, the Chinese who fought with the British, but were also hostile to the Americans, and if they met the Chinese, would the "savage Tatars" kill them too, as they did here.

It seems that the fate of this tribe in front of him reminds Nick that the cruel description of Chinese in the newspapers is not an exaggeration, but an ironclad fact.

"Only God knows!"

Looking at his son, Frank shrugged his shoulders and said.

"But I believe that at least here we will not meet the Chinese at all, you know, they are not in the mood to pay attention to us now, they are fighting with the British!"

The Chinese are marching to Canada!

The whole of America knows the news, even in remote cities, Frank knows the news, and in bars, almost everyone talks about the war, and many people feel that maybe it is time to make peace with the South and then concentrate American forces to drive the brutal Chinese out of North America.

Of course, these people do not include Frank, for Frank, he never cared about any war, for him, nothing is more important than money, neither the Americans nor the British have anything to do with him, the important thing is that he needs to earn money, if he can, even if he cooperates with the Chinese, as long as the Chinese have money.

It seems that the Chinese are really rich!

At least in many people's rumors, the Chinese have always been rich, for hundreds of years, gold and silver from the Americas have been shipped to China, the Chinese have always been rich, and the same is true now.

Standing in the ruins, looking at the corpses on the ground, Frank, who knew that he would return empty-handed this time, was not willing to leave here empty-handed, but now that he had no previous trading partner, he had no other choice.

Looking at the still smoking ruins in front of you, this means that the Chinese have not been out of here for a long time.

Chinese,Chinese......

After thinking for a moment, Frank's eyes seemed to suddenly light up, and he looked at his son and said.

"Nick, I feel like God is bless us!"

Is God bless us?

Nick looked at his father in confusion, as if he didn't understand why he said that. Looking at his somewhat puzzled son, Frank's mouth opened with a smile on his face.

"Nick, if all goes well, soon, we'll be rich!"

Fortune, almost everyone who comes to the New World dreams of making a fortune, and Frank is no exception, although he works harder than many people, but God does not seem to favor him, so that until now, he is still just a small furrier, all his efforts are just barely making ends meet.

After leaving the Indian camp, Frank returned to the town, where he spent the night in the bazaar, doing business with his friends in the pubs, for which he even disposed of the muskets, gunpowder, and spirits he had ordered at low prices to the wholesalers, and turned to other businesses.

After a long day's work, Frank hoisted up his sails and left the city that evening, heading upstream, toward Canada, as he had done before.

"Daddy, where are we going?"

Nick looked at the cargo on the ship with some puzzlement, who are these goods sold to?

"Go where there are Chinese!"

After sailing for two days, near the riverbank, Frank finally found the Chinese camp as he wished, the Chinese camp was very large, and the Chinese soldiers could be seen on the riverbank, and when the Chinese soldiers found them, they immediately ordered them to stop the boat with gunfire.

For this order, of course, Frank would not refuse, after all, he came here to find the Chinese, and after the ship docked, two Chinese soldiers stood by the river waiting for them.

"Who are you?"

An officer asked Frank in stilted English.

"We are Americans, businessmen!"

Frank replied quickly, then pointed to his boat.

"I'm here to do business with you!"

"Doing business?"

The officer looked at the American with some surprise, as if he felt a little strange about his words, how could an American come to the door to do business with them?

"Yes, do business!"

Frank said again, pointing to the boat.

"This is just the first shipment, and I can provide a lot more if you need it!"

"Now where are they going to take us, Daddy."

As the Chinese entered the Chinese camp, Nick asked nervously.

"Go and meet their general,"

Frank affirmed.

"If we want to do business with the Chinese, we have to agree with their generals, and only then can we become their suppliers!"

Vendor!

That's what Frank came here for, and he came here because he saw an opportunity, a great opportunity to make a fortune.

"Oh,"

Nick responded, obviously not rational about his father's approach, let alone seeing any business opportunities in it.

But despite this, he still looked curiously at the Chinese in the camp, these Chinese soldiers are wearing green military uniforms, if it is in the grassland, it is easy to hide in the grass, they are not tall, but without exception they all look strong, although their skin color is similar to the Indians, but their eyes are kind, not at all the barbarism of the Indians.

Are they Tatars?

Nick thought curiously in his heart that the newspapers called them that. That's how the Tatars are? It doesn't look barbaric! It didn't seem to be any different from the army he had ever seen.

Intrigued, Nick and his father enter a tent together, where Nick sees what his father calls a general, a young Chinese officer.

"You're the American businessman who came to do business with us?"

Looking at this American curiously, An Guotao even felt that the other party was very likely to be a spy, even if he was full of beard, he looked like an ordinary American farmer.

"Yes, General, my name is Frank? Smith, a small businessman from the United States, a general! ”

For fear that the other party would suspect that he was a spy, Frank deliberately emphasized.

"General, I'm not a spy, I'm here because I believe that General, perhaps, I can provide some help to your army!"

"Help?"

Looking at this American businessman, An Guotao asked a little strangely.

"What kind of help? How could I need your help? ”

"Food! Checkmate! ”

After affirming his purpose, Frank looked at the general in front of him and continued.

"General, perhaps your army can hunt bison for food here, but your army is not made up of barbarians, and you also need flour, bread, and even salt, but everything you need must be transported from the west of the Rocky Mountains, and how can this meet the needs of war? And all of this, I can provide you with! ”

Because of his years of business with the Indians, Frank was very familiar with the tribe, and he noticed that in the ruined tribe, some meat was discarded haphazardly, and the Chinese took almost nothing but fur, but the barrels containing salt disappeared.

The Chinese need salt! Not just salt, but flour and lots of other things! For Frank, that's what he sees! As a businessman, he knows what kind of opportunities he should seize, and now, all he wants is to become a supplier to the Chinese military.

"General, there are many rivers on your way to the road that are connected to each other, and I can provide you with everything you need through the rivers, so that you don't need to transport supplies from over Mount Loki!"

"Oh......"

In the face of Frank's suggestion, An Guotao did not answer immediately, he just looked at the American businessman curiously, thinking about the other party's purpose, and finally his eyes narrowed into a thin slit, looked at the other party and asked.

"Really? But how can I trust you? ”

"General, this is my son, Nick, he is my only son......"

Frank pointed to Nick beside him, ignoring his son's surprise, and said to the general.

"He'll be my business in your barracks!"

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