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Chapter 130: The brand that cannot be shaken off!

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On the huge clipper ship cutting through the wind and waves, wails were constantly rising from the cabin.

Inspecting the lower deck, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but cover his nose and mouth with a handkerchief,

because the smell here was truly too unbearable.

"No, please, no..."

Under the miserable screams, a black man was wailing while kneeling on the ground.

But facing his pleas, the Death Korps soldier beside him still stepped forward with a red-hot brand.

"Ah!"

Backhanding the Far East Group's logo onto his chest, the Death Korps soldier continued to the next person like an assembly line!

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with light,

because to him, these black men being transported to San Francisco were his private property!

Wanting to escape was impossible, unless they could dig out the entire piece of flesh on their chests!

"Finish the work as soon as possible. After going ashore, this group of guys will be waiting to be auctioned!"

Looking at this scene with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually turned into the appearance of Benjamin Franklin.

A clipper ship could transport about three hundred people. If costs were compressed and they were more ruthless, it could even reach eight or nine hundred people!

However, they could only curl up their bodies and stay in narrow cages!

A round trip took more than a month!

And nowadays, the purchasing power of the US dollar was a full thirty times what it would be later!

That is to say, as long as Zhang Cheng had enough ships, he could even use this business to control the largest number of "people" in the world!

On the tranquil sea, a breeze brushed past his hair.

Watching the seagulls soaring ahead, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and fired a shot.

And accompanied by the sound of the gunshot, the Death Korps soldiers raised their heads one after another.

But in the next second, the seagull flew leisurely through the air.

Staring blankly at this scene, Zhang Cheng blinked, then put away his revolver.

Just as the silent atmosphere lasted for a long time, Zhang Cheng turned his head and roared, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a sharpshooter miss?"

Turning their heads in disdain, the Death Korps soldiers continued to stand guard.

Looking at this group of "mutes" who didn't know how to speak, Zhang Cheng also had a huge headache.

Because who could understand his discomfort? Marksmanship, he couldn't compare; close combat, he was even worse!

If it weren't for being the Emperor's chosen one, he estimated that on the battlefield, the speed of the Death Korps soldiers' advance would be faster than his sprinting!

After two months of tossing and turning, Zhang Cheng finally returned to San Francisco.

But this time, he had established good relations with the railroad companies along the way,

because if he wanted to transport slaves, relying on shipping was still too slow,

unless Zhang Cheng sold all these goods to the plantation owners in the South.

But this was exactly what Zhang Cheng didn't want to do right now, because he also lacked manpower!

After returning to Far East Group, Zhang Cheng first summoned his agent "tool man," Mitchell.

This was the person Uther recommended to him. Saying he was a "tool man," he was actually more like a butler who handled miscellaneous affairs.

However, in some aspects, Mitchell did indeed do a good job.

"How is the land I asked you to buy? Mitchell!"

Asking Mitchell, Zhang Cheng was curious.

"Sir, I have already bought many manors near San Francisco, totaling more than three thousand acres. If you need, I can continue to buy!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Mitchell smiled.

"Very good, keep buying, because I like land!"

Looking at Mitchell, Zhang Cheng laughed.

"Oh, my buddy, you're finally back!"

Pushing the door open excitedly, Uther looked at Zhang Cheng and immediately opened his arms excitedly.

"Long time no see, my friend!"

Looking at Uther, who had aged significantly, Zhang Cheng joked, "It seems you've put in a lot of effort in bed recently!" "Oh, don't mention it. People from the New York headquarters came. Regarding the last incident, they almost killed me!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Uther couldn't help but complain.

Because if it weren't for Zhang Cheng's gold backing him up, he estimated he would have already been hanged by the people at headquarters!

"Rest assured, I will help you prove to the New York headquarters that you are the best candidate!"

Patting Uther on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said, "Mitchell, go bring two 'cotton gins' up!"

"Okay, sir!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Mitchell bowed politely and then turned and left.

Regarding Zhang Cheng calling this group of people cotton gins, Uther was already accustomed to it.

Because in the South, their only use was to plant cotton and harvest cotton. If there was any extra use, it was to be planted in the fields by the plantation owners to fertilize the land!

Not long after, just as two cotton gins appeared, Zhang Cheng introduced, "This is my product, buddy!"

Patting the cotton gin in front of him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but grin and say, "Look at them, they are simply perfect!"

"Zhang, is the mark on their chests the imprint of your Far East Group?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng curiously, Uther asked.

"That's right, this means that for their whole lives, they will belong to me! Even if they go to hell, they have to work for me!"

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Revealing a smile, Zhang Cheng explained.

"Oh, my buddy, you are truly too cruel!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a face full of smiles, although Uther said so, he didn't have any pity.

"Next, I have already negotiated with the railroad side. As long as there is a steady stream of ships, we can control the resources of the entire West!"

Looking at Uther seriously, Zhang Cheng became solemn.

"I will find a way to help you, but, you know, I also need a little insignificant expense!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Uther said with a smile.

After hearing Uther's words, Zhang Cheng hurriedly said, "Rest assured, buddy, I have already prepared everything for you!"

Signaling the Death Korps soldier beside him to come forward, Zhang Cheng opened a box and said, "The things inside here are enough to move anyone!"

"Happy cooperation, Zhang. You are simply a born great businessman!"

Standing up, Uther laughed.

Because who wouldn't want to meet a boss who spends money generously!

Turning to send Uther away, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, and light flashed constantly.

He was indeed generous now, but when he had no money, Zhang Cheng would let everyone know the true meaning of "neighbors hoard grain, I hoard guns, the neighbor is my granary"!

Taking the cotton gins down, Zhang Cheng sat in front of the office and looked out the window at San Francisco.

Now he had already begun to recruit compatriots. As long as a ship arrived, Far East Group would immediately step forward to negotiate.

Facing Zhang Cheng's Far East Group, the companies building the railroad were of course very dissatisfied, but with Uther suppressing them, they dared not speak for the time being, but this would sooner or later need to be resolved.

Tapping the table, Zhang Cheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "Doing business is more troublesome than rebelling!"

Grabbing his head, Zhang Cheng felt a bit irritable at this moment.

Because he currently only had one person he could use, which was the butler Mitchell, and many things required him to handle them himself.

As for the Death Korps of Krieg, if you let them kill someone, they would definitely grab their entrenching tools and start immediately, but if you let them do things, then sorry, that doesn't exist!

He urgently needed helpers!

However, just when Zhang Cheng was racking his brains trying to find someone to help, a ship arrived in San Francisco, and the identity of the person who came was simple: it was the princess of the current Great Qing Empire!

However, this princess had been deceived into coming here; she could be called the "brainless" of the nineteenth century!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 131 =====

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