1890 King of Southeast Asia

On the vast ocean, a fleet with the Stars and Stripes flying is sailing at a speed of 12 knots.

"What are you worried about?" Tommy looked at Dewey with a worried face.

Georgia Tommy, Chief of Staff of the US Asiatic Fleet, Colonel rank.

George Dewey, Commander of the US Asiatic Fleet, Brigadier General rank. (Because he did not get the honor of annihilating the Spanish fleet, George has not yet crossed the threshold of Brigadier General.)

A week ago, they set out from the British naval base in Tokyo Bay, Japan, and went to Thailand to maintain "justice and justice."

"I am worried about this action. If the two countries go to war, the United States needs to put all its navy on it and have a Russian-style expedition to win." Dewey sighed.

"But we can't imagine whether the East Coast will be attacked by other countries if it loses the fleet's cover." Tommy thought Dewey was worried that the United States would be attacked, just like during the War of Independence.

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The United States is called the chosen country for a reason. It is isolated overseas and will not be dragged into the war in Europe for no reason.

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There are no powerful countries around. The last time it was invaded was during the War of Independence (although the Americans were also very weak at that time and won independence with the help of French talents).

"No!" Dewey looked at Tommy, then looked around, and said after making sure that there was no one else:

"A limited war is actually a good thing for us. It is unwise to conquer a big country across the ocean. The United States will be fine, but it will arouse those who are intoxicated with hypocritical peace." Dewey shook his head.

"What did you say? Are you crazy? Is this something you can say?" Tommy looked around quickly and was relieved when he confirmed that no one heard it.

"In that case, what are you worried about?" Tommy asked casually, and he regretted talking to him.

"The Russian expedition used Nanhua as a supply point and rest base, but even so, it was only a miserable victory, and we don't have such conditions." Dewey was not optimistic about being stubborn with Nanhua at this time.

Wouldn't it be nice to provoke Japan? You can also make money!

"Japan is negotiating with Britain to abolish the contract and return the naval base. After the Anglo-Japanese Alliance, returning Tokyo Bay is almost a foregone conclusion. We need a foothold." Tommy said.

"We have a foothold, and it may cost a little money, but we are not short of money." Dewey knew this.

Nanhua once promised the right to use the Northern Mariana Islands, and the United States itself still has the ownership of Midway Island. A commercial base alone is no problem, but it is not enough to support a naval fleet.

"The higher-ups see this as an opportunity, a rare opportunity. Thailand almost perfectly meets our requirements, ports, markets, and labor force. As long as we get the permission of the King of Thailand, I believe Nanhua will not be so irrational." Tommy lay on the railing.

"When did the intelligence department become so powerful? Is this false intelligence?" Dewey really didn't want to carry out this operation.

His fleet only had two armored cruisers and several protected cruisers, and the armored cruisers could only run at 21 knots. Facing a large number of main warships of the South China Navy that could reach a speed of 21 knots, they were very powerless.

"Who knows? The orders have been given from above, and we have to act, unless we rebel..." Tommy dragged out the tone...

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Far to the east of the other side of the ocean, it was pitch black.

The night shift workers entered the factory. At this time, American workers worked 60 to 65 hours a week, more than ten hours a day.

It was also in this era that after the emergence of assembly line production, two shifts gradually appeared. The night shift that was once only enjoyed by the steel industry was also enjoyed by ordinary workers.

The night shift was tiring, but it did not affect the American officials' drunkenness.

"Bette, my friend!" Grumman took Beth's hand and burped.

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"My Grumman, you talk, I listen." Beth half-closed his eyes, and he would be drunk to death if he wanted to read.

"Listen to me, you brought me such important news, I really don't know how to thank you, I can only give you a little insignificant compensation in terms of money, of course, we also remember this favor!" Grumman patted Beth on the back.

"Oh! No need, we are friends, France and the United States are also friends." Beth burped and waved his hand.

If it was on the street, this would just be a conversation between two drunks, but this was in Grumman's private estate.

Grumman, Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of Theodore Roosevelt, belonged to the pioneering school and adhered to the theory of "big stick in hand, soft words in mouth" proposed by Theodore.

Bate, a Frenchman, financier, philanthropist, politician, and a special identity-the former Governor-General of French Indochina.

After leaving office, he left politics, opened a bank, maintained a close relationship with the French Prime Minister, and his wife maintained a good relationship with Theodore's wife.

"The financial situation in the southern states is stagnant. The advice of financiers is to introduce new funds to make the stock market active, and those trusts will soon be split and reorganized. Do you understand, my friend?" Grumman said sincerely.

"My friend, I don't know how to thank you. I have decided that all my banks in the United States will have 3% of your shares. Please forgive my stinginess. After all, I have to share it with others." Bette grabbed the briefcase and wrote the equity transfer on the spot.

Grumman frowned slightly, and then relaxed immediately, without anyone noticing.

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"It's written! You just need to sign here, and then, we are a family...hahaha..." Bet's whole body was full of the words "I'm drunk".

Grumman took the handwritten contract casually, which clearly stated that 30% of the shares of Bet Bank of America were transferred to J.P. Grumman.

"Sign? How can I take your things..." Grumman and Bet signed in the midst of shoving.

Bet Bank is currently just one of the many small banks in the United States, but it has French capital support behind it, and these 30% of the shares will eventually be dispersed to various bigwigs.

By then, Bet Bank will not be just a small bank.

"By the way, I heard that the Presidential Palace is very unhappy about the United States' private deployment of troops. They believe that the United States' actions have violated the common interests of France and Britain, and are contacting the British... Wu! It's getting late, I have to go back." Beth stood up.

"No! My friend, just stay here for one night! My maid resigned a few days ago, and I had to find a new maid. I was lucky to find a pair of sisters from Ukraine..."

"Wu! Then I have to see them..." Beth nodded.

"Sir, Secretary of State, please go there immediately." Just as Grumman was about to take Beth to find the maid, his butler came in.

"Oh! It's a pity that I can't accompany you to meet the two of them. I will send him to your villa in Manhattan. I wish you a pleasant night." Grumman signaled the butler to send Beth.

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Beth sat in a luxury car produced by Nanhua and walked towards her "own" villa estate.

"I remember, America has its own car brand, right?" Bette touched the cushion. This BMW luxury car is not much different from his Mercedes-Benz luxury car.

Equally comfortable, quiet, and luxurious.

But that was in France. The French domestic car brand was acquired by Nanhua, and a joint venture was established to form Mercedes-Benz Automobile Company, which is a subsidiary of Dazhong Automobile Group.

The United States has its own car brand, and it is said that there are luxury cars - although Bette does not believe it.

"Oh! We guess that this car may be more in line with your senses. The upper class in France mainly travels in luxury carriages or Mercedes-Benz cars. We don't have carriages. BMW luxury cars and Mercedes-Benz are not much different." The butler answered flawlessly.

The butler stopped the car when he arrived at a manor that Bette had never seen before.

Beep~~

The car honked, and the garage slowly opened (the carriage also had to pass, and the storage conditions of the carriage were more stringent than those of the car, so the manor was designed with a garage.)

Before Bette got out of the car, he saw a beautiful woman with two headlights and a traditional Russian national costume standing at the door waiting - or two!

"Welcome home, Master..." The two maids bowed slightly, and the car lights full of collagen without technology were shaky.

"You forgot your keys." The housekeeper said to Beth who rushed out of the car.

"Oh! Thank you!" Beth took the key and couldn't wait to pull the maid into the door.

...

"How did he perform?" Grumman smoked a cigarette, his eyes clear.

"Evil and perverted." The housekeeper thought about it and found an adjective.

"That's good. I will discuss with the president tomorrow to deal with the counterattack of Nanhua. During this period, protect Beth and the news cannot be leaked..." Grumman nodded.

...

On the other side, Beth pulled the two maids in, and everyone flew to the bed. There were messy clothes scattered everywhere under the bed, and there was a knock on the door.

"My dears, wait for me, my housekeeper is here. You know, they are the most old-fashioned people, and I can't afford to offend them." Beth said with a drunken face.

Beth left the bedroom with three steps, tidied her clothes, and her eyes became clear.

"Do we need to do this, sir? Nanhua is an ally of France." The butler bowed slightly and handed over a cup of tea.

"It's the president's, not the prime minister's, and Nanhua is too presumptuous. Give them a warning and let him know that he is not without enemies." Bette took the tea and walked to the living room.

"Are the two women safe?" Bette sat on the sofa.

"Preliminary verification, no problem, they arrived in the United States from Ukraine last month." The butler bowed slightly.

Such a short time is not enough to complete the control, Bette nodded.

"Sir, what if the United States succeeds? That is equivalent to opening a gap in colonial affairs, which will also have a bad impact on Indochina." The butler asked puzzledly.

"Don't worry, the United States will not succeed. It has no handle in the hands of the British. The British will drive them away after the Americans drive away Nanhua." Bette tilted his head back.

"What if Nanhua succeeds?"

"That's nothing. This little thing won't affect the "friendship" between the two countries. If we want to maintain the relationship between the two countries, even if I, the former governor, am exposed, Nanhua can't do anything." Bette stood up.

"If Nanhua succeeds, according to the treaty, we won't lose anything, and he will be tied to us more and more tightly. Okay, I'll try those two women. They are indeed sweethearts. Why did they come to the United States?" Bette shook his head and walked into the room.

"Maybe it's because of the Tsar's officials..." The housekeeper curled his lips helplessly.

"Maybe..."