Madagascar, thousands of miles away from Korea, was a beautiful island. Like most parts of Africa, it was vast and sparsely populated. At the southern end of the island, the construction site of the new gold company was bustling. Locals, white workers, and Chinese workers sweated together to build factories and dig ditches.
In Africa, there were many black people and many white people. With the frenzy of dividing Africa, a large number of white people came to Africa to make a profit. What was more interesting was that white people with status and background from European countries went to colonize Africa, and a considerable number of the poorer white people went to China's East African Administrative Region and Madagascar to make a living.
This had nothing to do with patriotism. China's colonies in Africa could provide more employment opportunities. The proportion of black people in Africa who could do the lowest jobs was not high. Chinese people didn't like to go to Africa. Those who went to Africa just wanted to make a profit in Africa and then go back home to live a good life. Therefore, there were a number of jobs slightly higher than the low-level jobs and lower than the middle-level jobs. The income of these jobs was higher than the income of the poor in Europe. If food and shelter were included, the actual income was higher. It was not unusual for white people to appear on the construction site.
After a day of labor, the Italian young man, Abbandando, left the construction site. He had been in Africa for three years. The first two years he worked on the docks in the East African Administrative Region. After learning some basic Chinese language, he finally signed a contract with a China company. After the contract was signed, the young man was sent to Madagascar to take on the work of a small foreman.
Italy was also an ancient civilization, and the customs were a bit similar to China. Sicilians marked a child's adulthood by whether or not a boy could support his parents. Abbandando only left a small amount for himself every month and sent most of the money to his family in Sicily. Even if he had to pay a 3% handling fee, Abbandando insisted on sending the money to his parents in his hometown. The China Bank opened a branch in Italy, and for several years, his family in Sicily could receive monthly remittances.
In the latest letter, Abbandando's father told his eldest son that his family had bought a few small pieces of the two ancestral lands and now had a whole piece of land connected. Although the tax officials began to pay attention to his family like flies seeing rotten meat, old Abbandando vowed that he would ensure that his land would not be infringed upon.
In Sicily, you could make do with a piece of land. As the eldest son, Abbandando felt it was his duty to contribute to the family. The land there was not expensive. As long as there were enough family members, they would be able to protect the family's land. Abbandando didn't know that this was the traditional feudal peasant mentality because he hadn't read the book of Vézé, the emperor of China. In Sicily there are many families and enough men to use weapons. With enough land, a family could flourish in a local area.
Young people were hot-blooded, and it was inevitable for them to be impulsive when it came to matters between men and women. Abbandando left the construction site and went to a strange place. This place provided some services. Apart from targeting people with connections, there was also a very strange requirement, which was to look at the customers' appearance. The girl's skin color was not considered dark, and the price was not considered expensive. However, it was too strange to have a requirement for the appearance of the guests. However, Abbandandu really couldn't find any reason to complain. Not to mention, it was not an insult for others to acknowledge their looks.
However, the girl given to him this time was different from the last two times. Abbandandu didn't think too much about it. He wanted to have a good time, and as a traditional Sicilian. Abbandandu felt a little guilty for doing this.
Xu Jincun, the owner of the service place, looked at the account book. Business had been good recently. It wasn't the revenue from the service for men, but the business of selling babies.
More than a decade ago, many women from the European colonial countries in the South China Sea, as well as mixed-race women left behind by the European colonists, were brought to China to become the wives of the Chinese. Xu Jincun found that the children born to these women and men in China were good-looking and very popular. With the development of the industry, the demand for female babies in remote areas increased greatly. The girls were considerate, and if they were good-looking, they could get a lot of benefits when they grew up and got married. The demand for female babies increased greatly. But the world had changed.
In the past, girls were not worth much, and many drowned the moment they were born. Now, girls were valuable, but the country strictly cracked down on human trafficking. If caught, they would be sentenced to life imprisonment, and if serious, they would be beheaded. Xu Jincun didn't want to fall into such a situation. He was now making girls from abroad and selling them to China was not within the jurisdiction of the law, so it became profitable to make mixed-race babies in Madagascar.
There were people who did the beheading business, and no one would touch the losing business. Xu Jincun was in a marginal area in this system. He was able to make his business big because Xu Jincun had cleverly grasped the gimmick of mixed-race. It wasn't difficult to get women from the South China Sea, Japan, and Korea. Then he found some handsome European men to breed, and the born men were sold to Africa as domestic slaves, and the girls were sold in China. The boys in Africa were sold cheaply, but they could still take care of the cost. The girls were a big profit. China liked round faces, but high noses, deep eye sockets, and distinct facial features were also generally recognized as beautiful in the North. With a gimmick, there was no lack of business. In addition, there was also profit from receiving customers, so the whole thing was quite profitable.
A thousand dollars for a girl, and when the buyer married the girl, it was more than a thousand dollars. Not to mention, the girls could also contribute so much to the family before they got married. This profit was not something that could be measured by a thousand dollars. The only problem was that the scale of the industry was not big enough. Xu Jincun had already contacted the Portuguese on the other side of Madagascar. He only needed to wait for them to confirm it before he could start to operate on a large scale. Currently, there were hundreds of tools for giving birth, and when the time came, it could be expanded to thousands. The profit of nearly ten million a year was optimistic.
However, nothing would be perfect. Although the African countries on the other side did not have to worry about legal issues. But Africa was so poor, and the operating profit was relatively low. Therefore, Xu Jincun was thinking of a new profit model. When he was pregnant, he could do it in Madagascar. Between pregnancy and birth, he could open a farm in Madagascar and let the tools work on the farm. Appropriate exercise was good for health, and it was not rare to give birth in the fields for many years. Moreover, Xu Jincun followed the scientific reproductive knowledge taught in China, and tried to avoid stimulation and heavy physical exercise during the critical period.
While Xu Jincun was carefully planning his own arrangements, someone contacted him. The contact made a request, hoping that Xu Jincun could find out the production of crude gold transported by China. The contact offered a reward that Xu Jincun could not refuse, and the matter did not seem that dangerous. Xu Jincun naturally had no reason to refuse.
It was easy to find a reason. Xu Jincun not only had girls from the South China Sea and Korea, but there was also no shortage of white girls under Xu Jincun. As long as he could make money, white people would not hesitate to sell white girls. With this kind of relatively novel goods, Xu Jincun did not have to worry about not having high-end customers.
In addition to these adult girls, Xu Jincun left some of the beauty embryos he left behind also grew into rare goods. It was just that this operation did not need to use so much capital.
Drinking with the local powerful people in Madagascar always made Xu Jincun feel very uncomfortable. These young people with prominent backgrounds were full of complaints. Xu Jincun looked down on this group of people the most. They ate the benefits of the country and enjoyed high positions and generous salaries. If Xu Jincun could get to this point, he would have no other thoughts other than gratitude and work honestly. In an era where human trafficking, which could not see the light of day, could still make a lot of money, people with prominent backgrounds had a great hatred for the system. It made Xu Jincun completely look down on this group of scum.
But when he was drunk, Xu Jincun took advantage of the early flattery and said with a smile, "Brother, you are in charge of metallurgy, how can you not have money?"
The foreshadowing from before had an effect. This young master took advantage of the alcohol and complained, "Damn, you are also laughing at me! Although there are 20 grams of gold in a ton of ore, the higher-ups are guarding against us like we are thieves. We want to get it … uh … we can't get it. "
Although he looked drunk, he actually drank quite a lot. Xu Jincun's heart was clear. A ton of 20 grams of gold, Xu Jincun remembered this data clearly. He was originally already satisfied with this kind of information, but he did not expect that the young master would not let it go. He hugged the delicate, half-naked white girl. The young master continued with extreme displeasure, "Over a million tons of ore a year, my salary is actually not enough to drink this kind of wine a few times. What is this! Is this … considered … god …! "
As a businessman, Xu Jincun's brain could not help but quickly calculate. A million tons of ore, a million times 20, was 20 million grams of gold. That was also 20 tons of yellow towels. And the current import of ore was just the beginning, there would only be more in the future. In other words, in the beginning, there would be 20 tons of gold a year, in the future it would definitely increase by 10 to 20 times.
Such a large sum of money, this group of young masters must have gotten a lot of it, but they still scolded under this kind of situation. Xu Jincun's heart became even more contemptuous.
This information was sold at a good price, and Xu Jincun also received other benefits. Some European merchants were interested in selling birth tools, and they were even white people. This made Xu Jincun feel that he had made a lot of money.
Several pieces of information regarding China's gold income were sent to London, England, and after a summary of other information, they were finally submitted to the English higher-ups. Currently, the gold content in the Transvaal Republic was generally at the level of 10 to 20 grams per ton.
Uncle Ma had a famous saying, "God taught you to love your neighbor. In order to not love your neighbor, those people would rather love the faraway Tartars!" As white people, the Boers of Transvaal were much more guarded against the English than against China. China controlled most of the gold mining rights, and based on the current information, China could probably reach 300 to 500 tons of gold a year in five years. This meant that in 10 years, China would become the world's gold trading center.
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