"I don't understand why you have to leave San Diego now, Qin. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info" Duncan grumbled, waving his hands in a look of great dissatisfaction. "I'm just back! Can't you just let me rest a few more days? ”

"Time." Qin Lang's eyes kept staring at the desolate scenery outside the car window, and he didn't turn to look at him at all, and answered his question seriously.

"I don't think a few more days of rest will spoil your big deal! The boring debate at the War Department will not end for at least several months. ”

"Not the War Department."

"What's that?" Duncan asked.

"Railroad workers." Qin Lang replied lightly.

But he wasn't in the mood as relaxed as he appeared. Soon, the clock would be May 1894, and if history had not changed, the mass protests over the dismissal of workers by the Pullman Carriage Manufacturing Company would have begun this month, with at least 150,000 railroad workers taking part in the event, and the railroads from Chicago to the Pacific Coast would have been paralyzed.

Although in the end, the Democrat's Grover. President Cleveland will use the military and national militia to settle this unfortunate incident, but that will be in July, and it will be too late to set off by then.

So he had to act before the protests began.

However, Qin Lang was not sure to avoid it at all. Although he was well aware that the protests would begin in May, he did not know exactly when. And it's already April 30th, if luck isn't so good......

"I don't want to spend a month in a small place because of the protests of the railroad workers." He explained, trying to make the situation he described appear as serious as possible.

"Are you sure there will be mass protests?"

"If you really care about the current economic and social situation in the United States, Duncan, you know that mass protests are bound to happen." Qin Lang does not give others the impression that he is a "wizard who knows how to prophecy", although he still uses his knowledge of history to his own advantage.

This was a sufficiently unnecessary factor in his eagerness to leave San Diego - also according to known history, China and Japan would declare war on each other on August 1 as a result of the Battle of Toshima, which broke out on 25 July. He could prophesy it to Morgan or Rockefeller, and if they were interested, he could prophesy the outcome of the war.

Finally, if Morgan or Rockefeller showed enough sincerity, he could have told them that the Qing government was not able to pay the postwar reparations.

For the two consortium leaders, this is a wonderful opportunity to reap huge benefits. As for how they would take advantage of this opportunity, or whether they could seize it, Qin Lang didn't care.

He had only one purpose, to use the accurate prediction of the Sino-Japanese War to form a strategic alliance with Morgan or Rockefeller based on their own interests......

Maybe, maybe not, but it's worth a try.

Qin Lang came back to his senses and found that Duncan was staring at him motionless, without even blinking his eyelids. He turned his head and saw that Elizabeth was the same. "What's wrong with you?" He asked curiously.

"What unique idea did you come up with, Qin?" Duncan asked rhetorically. As everyone knows, as long as Qin Lang is distracted while talking, he must be thinking about some ideas that no one else will think of.

So Qin Lang smiled. "Nothing, but as you all know, I asked Rachel to rent a large transport ship when I left." He took the cold coffee on the table and took a sip. "I want her to ship 15,000 rifles and 7.5 million rounds of ammunition to China by July."

"Is something big going to happen?" Elizabeth asked curiously. Duncan was looking forward to it, too.

"It's not very clear yet, but it's likely that there will be a war." He carefully chose each word so that they didn't know too much - of course, if it was Rachel, she could guess the outcome even if he didn't say anything. "I'm ready to sell weapons to the Qing government."

In fact, he did not really want to sell weapons to the Qing government. Not because of other problems, but because he was skeptical about the Qing government's ability to pay. But now the problem is obvious: the expansion into the South American market has failed, so he can only turn his attention to the Chinese market.

"Do we have that many rifles and bullets?"

"There are almost so many," Qin Lang shrugged, "Originally, these were produced for the South American market. ”

"Are you blaming me in a roundabout way, Qin?" Duncan was depressed. Rachel forced him to write a "deep review", and Qin Lang also kept clinging to his failures and not letting go, which was really too much.

Qin Lang still shrugged his shoulders, and then turned his gaze to Elizabeth - he didn't want to comment on Duncan's failure - she was holding a chemistry book in her hand. He shook his head, and despite forcibly taking her on the train, her main focus was on chemistry.

"Can't you put your hobbies aside for a while, Elizabeth?"

"People who love science will always live longer." She said a strange philosophical remark, but she closed the book and put it in her bag. "Well, what do you want to say to me?"

"Nothing. Do you want to eat something right now? It seems like it's almost past lunchtime. ”

"Speaking of lunch...... Yes, I was hungry. What about you? ”

"I'm just like you. In that case, let's go, now let's go to the dining car. He stood up, "Duncan, together?" ”

"Of course. I'm hungry enough to eat a whole turkey now. Duncan was always more active than others about the sacred matter of eating—but on the premise that he couldn't be "spamm" luncheon meat in front of him.

They stepped out of the box and headed for the dining car. Qin Lang stopped and knocked on the door when he passed the dining car next door, and then Claude opened the door and walked out. "What's the matter, boss?"

"We're going to the food truck."

"Okay, boss." Claude gestured to the people in the box, and then walked to the dining car with Qin Lang. Behind them, three Secret Service guards dressed in black suits stepped out of the box. But instead of immediately following, they knocked on the doors of the remaining boxes.

Qin Lang certainly wouldn't take Elizabeth and Duncan to the east alone—even though he had a Bushmaster carbine. He also brought Claude with him, as well as two dozen or so Secret Service guards. They can keep him and her safe, but they can also help him with some unnecessary troubles caused by his special status.

There are so many people who discriminate, or just despise the Chinese, that you can encounter them anywhere.

He met one in the dining car. As he walked up to Elizabeth and Duncan and prepared to sit next to them, a conductor came up to him and blocked him. "You, yellow man, this is not the place you should be."

Qin Lang smiled and didn't speak, just made an apologetic gesture. But Bill, the strongest former professional wrestler on the guard, stepped up and tossed the eyeless dumb aside, like a chicken. "Get out of the way, idiot, don't get in the way."

The poor conductor was completely frightened, especially when he noticed that there were more than twenty expressionless men in black suits and sunglasses behind Bill, wearing the same style and logo, and he even lost his strength to speak and stand.

In God's name, he could only panic in his heart, who were these people?

Other guests who are eating in the dining car are like-minded. The presence of a Chinese in the dining car will only make them feel some unpleasant; But a Chinese with a dozen or so strong men, who might have been his bodyguards, but who looked ill-intentioned no matter how you looked at them, appeared in the dining car...... It's best to leave the dining car now.

When Qin Lang, who was smiling gently, sat next to Elizabeth, the diners had already finished their lunch in a hurry and left the dining car as if fleeing for their lives.

"You freaked them all out." Elizabeth reproached.

"It's not my fault, Elizabeth. I didn't do anything. Qin Lang said nonchalantly, and picked up the menu on the table, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"You'd better take a look and see if there's no waiter to serve us, Qin."

"Uh......" he stuck out his head and looked left and right. Except for them and the guards of the secret service, there was no one in the dining car, and naturally there were no waiters. "Indeed, Elizabeth." He said solemnly, "We have encountered an unprecedented problem. ”

"And I'm worried that we'll be kicked off the train by the captain at the next station." Elizabeth continued, "Qin, you shouldn't have brought so many guards. ”

"But I did bring it." He sighed and looked at Duncan. "What do you suggest?"

"Nope." Duncan is quite crisp. The only way he could think of was to threaten the conductor with a pistol, but if that were the case, there would be a whole company of police waiting for them on the platform when the train arrived. So he wasn't prepared to say what seemed like a stupid suggestion.

"So what should we do?" Qin Lang deliberately spread his hands with a sad face. Actually, he wasn't nervous at all. There are many ways to solve the problem......

At this moment, Claude's surprised voice rang out. "Aven! I didn't expect to meet you here! ”

"God! George, aren't you in Philadelphia? "It's another voice.

Well? Do you also meet acquaintances on the train?

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Note: These are the BushmasterM4 carbines that Qin Lang carried when he crossed. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )