"Second uncle didn't lead these guards well, I feel bad for you. You once said that professional matters should be left to professionals. Those foreigners lead guards better than your second uncle."
Deng Yan felt deeply guilty about his performance. Indeed, the Chinese guards were more loyal and brave, and they were not afraid of death.
But these cannot cover up the gap between them and the white guards in tactical literacy and proficiency in the use of firearms.
If you are not as good as others, you are not as good as others. This is indisputable. It is an indisputable fact that the white gunman killed more gangsters with fewer casualties.
"Damn it, these white bandits are so wicked. Not only did they burn my shop, they even burned down the public toilets! No wonder there is more and more feces on the streets these days, and the smell is getting worse and worse! Jones, take people to build a few more toilets!"
Liang Yao, who was inspecting the mine, suddenly felt the urge to go to the bathroom. He wanted to find a public toilet, but he discovered that the surrounding public toilets had been burned down by bandits a few days ago. He returned to his residence, holding his stomach.
"Second uncle, we'll talk about these things after we get back."
After satisfying his physiological needs, Liang Yao walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. Thinking about Deng Yan's question just now, he gave Deng Yan an answer.
"It's not that Second Uncle can't lead these guards, but Second Uncle himself can't get over it. The foreign gunners are used to using guns, and some of them were mercenaries before. Our Chinese guards are basically farmers, so it's reasonable that they don't perform as well as them."
Liang Yao poured Deng Yan a cup of tea, and the two sat down and had a heart-to-heart talk.
"If they are not familiar with muskets, they can learn. I will not hesitate to feed them with gold to make them experts in muskets. We can also learn tactical things from foreigners, and then explore and adapt them.
When it comes to gunpowder and firearms, we are actually their ancestors. I believe that as long as we practice more, we Chinese will be no worse than foreigners, and we may even be able to do better than them.
We have a tough battle to fight next. Whether we Chinese can gain a foothold in California depends on this one move. You are my relative. If I don't give my life and property to my second uncle, will I give it all to those foreign devils?
At present, the foreign guards and gunmen are more professional, but they are all mercenaries of foreign races. What are mercenaries? They are a group of wolf cubs who follow their mothers. I can use them, but I can't trust them completely. "
Chinese guards and foreign guards each have their own advantages. Chinese guards are more loyal. After all, in the entire United States, Liang Yao is the only one who can give them such favorable conditions. Without Liang Yao, they can only swallow their anger and work for those white gold mining companies and organizations and endure unfair treatment.
The foreign guards were more professional, and their loyalty was based entirely on gold. In terms of financial resources, he was not as good as Brannan. Brannan could bribe those deserters, so he could also bribe his hired gunmen. He needed to leave a backup plan for himself to prevent those people from defecting and still have someone to use.
Liang Yao is very confident that he can defeat Brannan in business war, and even make Brannan lose everything, but in terms of direct violent conflict, he is not yet fully confident of defeating Brannan.
"Liang Yao! Can you explain to me what this newspaper is about?"
Flagg very rudely barged into Liang Yao's office and wanted to throw the newspaper directly at Liang Yao's face.
But after seeing Deng Yan, who was glaring at him with two revolvers on his waist, Flagg's hand holding the newspaper paused in mid-air and slammed it directly on Liang Yao's desk.
Flagg had participated in the Mexican-American War. Having been on the battlefield, he could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from Deng Yan. He knew that Deng Yan was different from other Chinese guards. He was also an experienced soldier who had been on the battlefield, seen blood and killed people.
Facing Flagg's call for punishment, Liang Yao was well prepared.
"I simply published Sheriff Flagg's exact words in the newspaper."
"I have said that I will bring those cavalrymen who received Brannan's gold to court, and I will do so, but I have never said that I will throw Brannan and the so-called Security Committee into the cesspool and drown them! If you do this, you will put me and my family in a very dangerous situation!"
At this moment, Flagg no longer had the composure that a sheriff should have. He roared at Liang Yao hysterically like an uncontrollable mad dog.
"But that day in the square, you thought so in your heart, right?"
Liang Yao stood up and walked in front of Flagg. Flagg was relatively tall in this era, at 175 cm. Although Liang Yao was not as strong as Flagg, he was still slightly taller than Flagg. Liang Yao looked directly into Flagg's eyes that were almost spitting fire and continued.
"The public security situation in San Francisco has become so bad that even a sheriff feels unsafe. Don't you think this is ridiculous? I believe that as a sheriff, you still have a sense of justice and responsibility."
"Of course, although I like gold, I have a bottom line."
"Then we are the same kind of people, and I am also a person with a bottom line."
"No, you and Brannan are the same kind of people! You are both monsters!"
"He and I are not the same kind of people. I am more capable than he is."
"What is a forced number?"
"I know what I can and cannot touch. For example, I will not hang an innocent citizen in public, acting as judge, jury and executioner.
For example, if I like gold, I can share my gold mining techniques with other gold diggers and get rich together with them, instead of selling a gold mining tool worth a dozen cents for more than ten dollars or even more.
Isn't it true that the people of Sacramento are happier than the people of San Francisco?"
"You are a silver-tongued businessman. I can't argue with you."
Flagg lost the argument. Although he was unwilling to admit it on the surface, he also agreed with what Liang Yao said in his heart. After all, what Liang Yao said was the truth, and facts speak louder than words.
"I can put an ad in the newspaper tomorrow saying that what's in the newspaper is completely false, that it's my own creation and has nothing to do with Sheriff Flagg, but I think you know better than me whether Brannan will believe it.
Sheriff Flagg, if you want to keep yourself and your family safe, there is only one choice, that is to join forces with me to send this demon Brannan to hell!"
Liang Yao patted Flagg on the shoulder and returned to his seat.
"Then may I ask, do you have any way to send Brannan to hell?" Flagg slumped in the chair weakly.
Arguing obviously wouldn't solve the problem, but he didn't have much confidence in Liang Yao.
Although Liang Yao is a leader among the gold diggers and a very outstanding figure, and his ability may be no less than Brannan, his roots in California are far less deep than Brannan's.
What they have to deal with now is not just Brannan, but also the public security committee that relies on Brannan to bully others in San Francisco.
"Brannan's arrogance stems from his huge wealth. Without this wealth, Brannan is just a vicious dog without fangs. A vicious dog without fangs cannot hurt people. Only then can you and your family be truly safe.
I was able to become the second millionaire in California in three months, so I naturally had the confidence to turn Brannan from the richest man in California into a pauper.
Of course, if we all come together, it will be much easier."