Chapter 1231 This is Ming Dynasty (3rd update, please subscribe)
"Da Ming!"
With a shout, people on the deck turned their eyes to the coast - it was Ming Dynasty!
It is the legendary "paradise".
Finally arrived in Ming Dynasty!
No matter whether the people on the deck are men or women, professors, scholars, engineers or skilled technicians, they and their families are full of curiosity and yearning for this land.
The ship is entering the port!
After the ship enters the port, the passengers first need to pass customs quarantine to ensure that they do not have any infectious diseases. Some pale people even use lipstick or face cream to dye their cheeks red in order to pass customs inspection.
"Welcome to Ming Dynasty,"
At the customs channel, Chavez was excited facing the welcome from customs officials. He had finally arrived in Ming Dynasty.
"Thanks!"
"Why did you come to Daming?"
"To study."
"How much money did you carry? Did you carry any gold?"
"What?"
"According to the Gold Control Act that the Empire has just promulgated, the Empire prohibits the circulation of gold. If you carry gold, you need to declare it at the customs. Otherwise, once discovered, it will be regarded as smuggling. Not only will it be confiscated, but you will also be fined and even held criminally liable!"
"What!"
Like many people, Chavez was a little confused. He didn't know about this newly enacted law at all. In fact, even if it was enacted a year or two later, they might not know about it. So customs officers need to remind every foreigner entering Ming Dynasty.
As a tourist, he of course brought gold with him. After all, in other countries, only gold or silver could be circulated.
"So, I need to declare the gold I carry?"
"Yes, this is the declaration form. Gold jewelry weighing more than 100 grams also needs to be declared."
…
Well, our Ming Dynasty has its own characteristics. Although I don’t know what this bill is all about, for Chavez who just arrived in Ming Dynasty, he doesn’t mind exchanging the gold he brought with him into Ming Yuan. After all, the gold he brought was the expenses during his studies.
"5,000 grams of gold."
That’s quite a lot!
When the customs officer saw his declaration form, he couldn't help but look at this guy. Although many people traveling abroad in this era would carry gold, who would carry so much?
“What is this gold?”
"I need tuition and living expenses for the next few years. After all, the remittance fee is very high."
Chavez answered truthfully.
"Well, Mr. Chavez, welcome to Ming Dynasty!"
He gave this reminder specifically when the customs officer stamped his declaration form.
"Mr. Chavez, there is a bank branch in front of you. You can exchange it for Ming Yuan there."
"Thank you sir."
"Convert all into Ming Yuan!"
After exchanging the gold for cash at the bank branch inside the customs, Chavez felt that his suitcase was much lighter, which of course made him feel more at ease.
After all, the feel of paper money is completely different from that of gold.
…
"We've finally arrived at Daming!"
Like all people who came to Ming Dynasty for the first time, the moment Chavez walked out of the customs building at the dock, he was shocked.
What appeared before his eyes was a prosperous metropolis - Yingtian, with a population of 2.6 million, was the third largest city in the Ming Empire - second only to Nanhua with a population of 3.5 million and Linhai with a population of 3 million.
Yingtian, formerly known as Buenos Aires.
Although it was called the "Paris of South America" more than a decade ago and the old town is still filled with a large number of European-style buildings, the port area is a modern Ming-style city.
The flat and wide street stretched forward, with cars speeding on the street and people crowding on the roadside.
Chavez, who was standing on the roadside, had never seen such a prosperous city. After all, the entire population of Venezuela is only 2 million!
It's not even as good as Yingtian.
“There are so many people here…”
The first shock Chavez felt was probably the population shock. Compared with South American countries whose populations were only one or two million, the Ming Dynasty, whose local population had long exceeded 50 million, was undoubtedly an outlier in South America.
It was the sufficient population that gave the Ming Dynasty the capital for industrialization. After all, industrialization ultimately depends on population. Only with population can there be sufficient labor force, and only with population can there be a market.
Of course, the market needs more money and people need to have money in their hands. If everyone uses money to buy houses, what they will end up with is just a pile of cement bricks.
But in Ming Dynasty, the least valuable thing is the house - everyone has a place to live. Before coming to Ming Dynasty from Venezuela, Chavez already knew that everyone in Ming Dynasty could apply for a neat and beautiful apartment.
As Chavez was surprised, a car stopped in front of him, and then a man stuck his head out and said.
"Hi, you must be Chavez, my cousin. I'm your cousin, Cisco..."
Cisco looked at this cousin he had never met before. They were relatives from about half a century ago. Their grandfathers were brothers, one went to Venezuela and the other came to Argentina.
They had only communicated through letters, and at most sent a few photos. But no matter how far away they were, family ties were always family ties. Mountains and seas could not separate family ties. Even though the two families had not met for more than half a century, the feelings between them were inseparable.
Sitting in his cousin's car, Chavez asked with an envious look and tone.
"Cousin, is this your car?"
"Yes, I just bought it a few months ago. Look, there is still a leather smell in this car..."
Cisco said, looking at his cousin with some pride.
"This car is a new model of the Maxima. On the highway outside the city, it can even reach 90 kilometers per hour. It is not much slower than the America Star..."
Just like he did with everyone else, when showing off his car, Psyker's words were full of pride. Yes, he had every reason to be proud. After all, there were only a mere 500,000 families in Ming Dynasty who owned a private car.
While showing off, Cisco even stepped on the accelerator to speed up the car.
“This car is really fast!”
Chavez said immediately.
"Yes, if it's a sports car, it will be even faster. In last year's car race, a company's test car even exceeded 180 kilometers. God, can you believe it? A car can be so fast. In fact, I can wait a few years and buy a sports car..."
“Is it cheap to buy a car in Ming Dynasty?”
Chavez looked at his cousin with some confusion and asked, in Venezuela, only a few rich people can afford cars.
“Maybe cheaper than Venezuela, but…”
Six turned and smiled at his cousin.
"But this is Ming Dynasty!"
(End of this chapter)
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