"Boss, you can go back to the house and sit down first, and I'll be watching outside." Wang Er, who was directing others to carry supplies to the carriage, saw Yan Guang come out and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

Looking at the other people working in the cold wind, although I felt a little uncomfortable, but...

"It's so cold..."After tightening his trench coat, Yan Guang nodded. It's good. With that, he ran back to his room and hugged the stove.

Yan Guang: The port of Vallarta, where they are now, is in the western part of Mexico, while their destination, Tampico, is in the eastern part of Mexico. At this time, the Panama Canal was not opened, so there were only three ways to get to Tampico.

One is across the Pacific Ocean, then across the Indian Ocean, then across the Atlantic, and finally to Tampico. (Of course, if you start from Shanghai, you can reduce the Pacific Ocean.) ）

The other is to cross the entire United States plus half of Mexico and travel overland from San Francisco to Tampico.

The last one was the path that Yan Guang was going to take, across Mexico, directly from Puerto Vallarta to Tampico.

The journey across Mexico is actually not very long, only 800 kilometers, and you can reach Tampico in a week by horse-drawn carriage, but...

As long as he thought of the next bumps, Yan Guang felt that it was better to cross the three oceans, at least the three oceans did not need to be rushed by himself...

"Smack." Wang Eryi pushed open the door and walked in, rubbing his frozen and somewhat red face. "Boss, everything has been loaded into the carriage, shall we leave now?"

"Hmm." Yan Guang nodded, and then drank the rest of the juice.

Wang Er took the coat from the side and handed it to Yan Guang.

After getting dressed neatly, Yan Guang walked out of the room with Wang Er.

Mexico's climate is notoriously complex and diverse, with tropical coastal and southeastern plains, but it's winter, and cold winds are inevitable.

Fortunately, at least Mexico at this time will not be as cold and snowy as the Northern Hemisphere, otherwise there will be no rush.

When Yan Guang got into the carriage, with a whip, a convoy of ten carriages galloped away in the direction of Tampico.

Along the way, Mexicans occasionally looked at the convoy with astonishment, just because everyone in the convoy had thick braids.

And just as Yan Guang and his entourage were galloping in the direction of Tampico, Sun Yat-sen, who was far away in San Francisco, also boarded a train and prepared to go to Chicago to establish a new branch of the League in Chicago, and at the same time carry out fundraising activities there.

However, Sun Yat-sen did not know that his fundraising activities there would be many difficulties, and when he left Chicago, that is, when he learned that the Wuchang Uprising had been successful.

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"Bang bang..."

The sound of wheels caused many Mexicans to hide on both sides of the road, and then watched with amazement at this particular group as they drove into the city of Tampico.

Although the coachmen covered their faces with cotton cloth, the thick braids draped behind them were so eye-catching.

"These are all Chinese..." Watching the last carriage pass by him, a Mexican said with some uncertainty, because he had never seen a Chinese, but had heard descriptions of Chinese from some Americans, the most important of which was the braids of Chinese.

Although the Mexicans outside were talking about the team, Yan Guang in the carriage only asked the direction of the guide hotel.

What oil, what to make money, now he just wants to find a place to take a good rest, a whole week of bumps, his body is really a little unbearable.

Obviously, the guide felt the same way, so he quickly pointed in one direction and shouted to the security guard who was setting up the carriage outside and acting as a coachman.

Although the security guard didn't know what the guide was shouting, at least he could understand the gestures, so he turned his horse's head and headed in the other direction.

The nine carriages behind saw that the leading carriage had changed direction, and they also followed.

Although Yan Guang's carriage procession has left, the Mexicans on the street are still talking. After Pearson spent two years here without finding a single piece of oil, the city of Tampico was no longer the target of those adventurers looking for oil, and Tampico rarely saw outsiders as a result...

As for the Chinese? At least none of the entire Mexicans of Tampico have ever seen the legendary Chinese, although China is the most populous country in the world.

The Mexicans of Tampico are talking about Yan Guang and others, but these are all related to Wittemen. Pearson has nothing to do with it.

Although it is already winter in Mexico, at least there is still some sun, but at this moment Pearson's heart is like a cold wind outside.

Witt Gate. Pearson was originally an Englishman, a contractor in Mexico, after witnessing the oil boom in the United States, and also learned that oil fields could be found by drilling near asphalt lakes, in 1906 he leased a large area of land around an asphalt lake on the southern isthmus of Mexico, and invited Colonel Lucas, the discoverer of the American "spindle top" high-yield oil field, to Mexico to guide drilling, and set up the Mexican Eagle Oil Company.

However, drilling here only found a small oil field in San Cristopol. So, he made his way to the east coast and obtained a concession for the entire state at Veracruz at the northern mouth of the isthmus. But after doing it for a while, it didn't work. By this time, Dohanni had already pumped oil in Tampico, and he hurried to the north to obtain the right to use a large area of land near the oil seedlings in the Tampico area.

According to the original history, he should have discovered a large oil field in the middle of 1908, that is, Dospocas No. 1 well, and started the entire Mexican oil fever, but because of Yan Guang's little butterfly, he has not found a self-injection oil well until now...

Now, it has been four years, and during this time he has only lost money, and it may not be long before he will commit suicide in despair, like the poor captain from Boston, USA...

"Speaking of which, how should I kill myself? It's better to die decently, and there is no pain..."Hanging, swallowing guns, poison, cutting wrists, one by one things that he didn't dare to think about came to his mind.

It's in this poor Witdoor. Mr. Pearson, while he was considering which position to use to commit suicide, Yan Guang and his party had already arrived at the largest hotel in the entire city of Tampico.

In this hotel, Yan Guang and the others will get plenty of rest, and then they will pay a visit to poor Mr. Pearson.

Although it is true that there is a lot of oil buried under the land of Tampico, at least for Pearson, Yan Guang is now the savior, a man even more lovable than the old man Jesus Christ, although it will not be long before he will gnash his teeth.

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Ask for collections and tickets ~~~