On a cloudy morning in August 1891, under the stunned gaze of the toiling workers, a strangely shaped black trimaran, like a bat with outstretched wings, against the backdrop of lightning in the sky, sailed along the course of the Swan River, and then slowly docked at the port of Fremantle, the free colony of Western Australia.

The Nautilus, the bow of the ship is a name that has never been heard of.

You must know that in a place like Western Australia, where there is nothing good except wool, there are only a few fixed merchant ships coming over every year, and the arrival of an unfamiliar ship has always been relatively easy to cause a sensation, not to mention that on the deck of this ship, there is a major in the uniform of the British Navy.

Although the descendants of the Western Australian gang and criminals have been granted the power of self-government with the disdainful consent of Her Majesty the Queen, and the self-government government was established last year, there is still a deep-seated reverence for the rice flag flying high on the mast.

But the next moment, awe turned to fear.

Because pouring out of the cabin were a large number of heavily armed British soldiers.

"Could it be that Her Majesty has repented?" All Western Australians who saw this scene were shocked to have such a thought.

You must know that Britain has already withdrawn its troops from Australia, otherwise they would not dare to engage in independence by borrowing their courage!

However, what happened next made them a little confused.

The British soldiers of the brigade quickly disembarked and lined up in two opposite columns on the dock at the gangway, the tip of the bayonet Lee Enfield rifle to the eyebrows.

Then, I saw a yellow man wearing a crisp black tuxedo, a black top hat, and a bow tie on the collar of a white shirt, holding a beautiful white girl, followed by two little maids, one white and one yellow, walking down proudly.

He walked slowly down the gangway with a steady step, then looked at the soldiers on both sides reservedly, turned his head with satisfaction and said, "Piao, cannon!" ”

A two-meter-tall black man in a black suit and black glasses immediately waved at the boat.

The two Grusen 57 guns, which had been hastily set up on the deck, immediately let out a roar at the same time.

The dock exploded all at once, this is not a salute, this is a real army standard artillery, although only the sound of cannons was heard and no shells fell, but the excitement was real.

Yang Feng looked at the fleeing crowd on the dock with satisfaction, and boarded the pumpkin carriage that had just been unloaded from the ship. Escorted by fifty heavily armed soldiers, he walked up to the pale, bewildered policeman not far away.

"I need to visit His Excellency the Governor, and I hope you will show me the way." He said lightly with a haughty smile on his face.

"Your Excellency the Governor lives in Perth, sir." The policeman stammered.

"Any questions?" Yang Feng said dissatisfied.

"But, it's far away." The policeman looked at the soldiers with some cringe.

"Huh?" Yang Feng's pretending behavior had suffered a serious setback, and there were still twenty or thirty kilometers to go from here to Perth, and he naturally could not expect the guards to finish the marathon and still be able to keep their toes high, so he had to hire ten more horse-drawn carriages in Freemantu, and the convoy arrived in Perth, the capital of Western Australia, three hours later.

This small city on the shore of Swan Lake looks so peaceful and charming in the sunset, Yang Feng can't help but feel a little guilty at the thought of adding countless chimneys to this place and blackening the blue sky overhead.

The Governor of Western Australia couldn't help but be taken aback by Yang Feng's visit, and he received a letter from Baron Rothschild half a month ago.

This flattered him even a little, knowing that he was only a very small and broken nobleman, and it was indeed a pride to receive a handwritten letter from a member of the House of Lords, especially since this councillor was also Rothschild.

The baron's letter was very brief, and apart from a few unnutritious greetings, the most important thing was that a friend of his from the East was going to Western Australia, hoping that he could provide some help in his capacity, and that he was also casually telling him that this person was close to the royal family, especially His Royal Highness Prince Victor.

His Excellency the Governor was shocked after reading the letter, could it be that Rothschild and the friend of the future British Crown Prince could it be a prince from the East?

It's just that what the hell is he doing in this place?

Except for the upper reaches of the Swan River, which can be panned for gold, there is really nothing of value here.

As for whether Rothschild's friends will come to pan for gold, it is simply ridiculous, and those poor ghosts lying on the ground and sifting the sand for a year are not as good as these rich people moving their little fingers on the stock exchange floor in London.

But this is not what he cares about, Western Australia is already self-governing, and he, the governor, is a symbol to put it bluntly, and the power belongs to the Western Australian Parliament, and when the time comes, he only needs to introduce him to the Prime Minister of Western Australia.

So after Yang Feng arrived, he immediately held a grand welcome dinner, and then invited all the heads of the Western Australian Autonomous Government.

Although the Western Australian government does not welcome Chinese, it refers to the Chinese who come to grab white jobs, and they are still very welcome to the rich Chinese who come to invest, especially this Chinese is also a big man from London, a friend of Baron Rothschild and Prince Victor, which is something they must not offend.

Therefore, the WA government readily agreed to Yang's prospecting and mining application, and of course Yang Feng also promised that the ratio of Chinese to local employees in his enterprise will always be maintained at 1:10.

It was this article that completely dispelled the concerns of Western Australians, in fact, Australia was also anti-Chinese at this time, although mainly Eastern Australia, but 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 Yang's mining profits are every year in the future, he will take out at least one-third to give back to this beautiful land, he wants to build factories for the hard-working and kind people of Western Australia, build countless factories, steel mills, oil refineries, arsenals, he wants to make the Swan River become the Thames of Australia, and let Perth become the London of Australia.

So the banquet ended happily, of course, the outside world did not know what was going on, from the prime minister to the parliamentarians, when everyone left, they all carried Yang Feng's enthusiasm in their arms, and these Western Australian officials who were infected by Yang Feng's enthusiasm gave him the greatest help for his upcoming inspection activities, so only two days later, Yang Feng's team set off.

Dressed in imitation of the British army lobster suit, riding a high-headed horse provided by Western Australia, dragging machine guns and cannons, and carrying rifles and automatic pistols on their shoulders, mercenaries guarding their bosses and proprietress guarded their bosses and proprietresses, murderously along the Swan River all the way to the Shang, the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river is indeed intoxicating, the only disgusting thing is that they have met a lot of gold diggers one after another, but they are all scattered individuals, these poor ghosts with the dream of making a fortune, lying on the river are like hyenas drinking water greedily sifting sand.

The Western Australian official, who followed the carriage on horseback like a landlord's dog's legs, said cautiously: "Gold has been found here a few years ago, so the gold diggers have not stopped all these years, although many people have gained, but very few have really made a fortune." ”

Yang Feng nodded very satisfied, 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 Makqin machine gun dragged by the carriage was immediately disarmed, and then the machine gunner connected the canvas cart belt, adjusted the muzzle of the gun to the river in front of those gold diggers and fired, dense bullets, the sudden gunfire frightened these guys to jump up directly, one by one screamed and arched into the sand, Yang boss hugged his fiancée and smiled happily.

The Western Australian official next to him continued to bow his knees with a smiling face.

The further you walked, the fewer people came, and after a few days of walking, the gold diggers were already extinct, but occasionally one or two pastures could be seen, but when Yang Feng was not far from Kalgoorlie according to his memory, the pastures were gone, leaving only the boundless wasteland.

"Just get here, you record the location, and I'll buy all the land within a hundred kilometers of each side of the desert from here east to the desert on the central axis." Boss Yang looked at the monotonous scenery around him a little tiredly, and said in a very indifferent tone, as if he had bought not more than 20,000 square kilometers of land, but a small vegetable garden.

The official gasped and asked cautiously, "Mr. Yang, aren't you coming to prospect?" ”

"That's right, buy it first and then prospect." Yang Feng said casually.

Well, this official has nothing to say, since he doesn't care about losing money, Western Australia is naturally willing to make a fortune, anyway, it's a deserted wasteland, it seems that there are still a few wool pastures, but it's not a big deal, just change it for them somewhere else, as for those who refuse to change?

The officer looked at the cannon behind him and shuddered, they would change it.

Now that the site has been determined, Boss Yang is naturally not interested in continuing to stay here, and returned to Perth directly with his team, and then signed a contract with the Western Australian government, this land covers an area of about 25,000 square kilometers from the map, which is about one percent of the total area of Western Australia, because no economic value has been found so far, considering the investment risk that Mr. Yang has to bear, in addition to the future development of Western Australia, and show the warmth and friendliness of the people of Western Australia, Of course, it was mainly for the personal friendship of the Prime Minister and members of Parliament of Western Australia with Mr Yeung, and the land was sold for £1 per square kilometre.