Chapter 1255 Being in the enemy camp is a good opportunity to add fuel to the fire (3rd update, please subscribe)
In May, London was drizzling with spring rain. People hid under umbrellas and walked past puddles. Even as the capital of the world's most powerful country, the streets of London were not only filled with water, but also with a lot of "gold" - although horse-drawn carriages were being replaced by cars, there were still tens of thousands of horse-drawn carriages in London, and horse manure still filled the streets of London. Especially after being washed by rain, some water would inevitably accumulate in the gaps between the curbstones. When people walked by, it would splash out if they were not careful, so people had to walk carefully to avoid the mixed "bombs" that might splash out.
On the way to the club, Pearson, holding an umbrella, did not take the car, but chose to walk in the rain instead. It seemed that he was enjoying this time.
Three days ago, after receiving the order from home, he could no longer concentrate as before. This was the second order. As early as twenty days ago, he received an order from home. The order was sent directly from the minister, requiring him to invest 50,000 pounds in "advertising fees" in the British newspapers.
What is the advertisement?
That advertisement is different from ordinary advertisements. It is just some articles. What kind of articles are they?
It was an article advocating the importance of the gold mines in southern Africa to Britain, and the subtext was that Britain should place the gold mines under British rule rather than allowing the Boers to rule the area.
Of course, the article also needs to write about the Boers' exploitation of British merchants and call on the British Empire to uphold justice for British merchants.
This is preparation for war!
Pearson was thinking like this when he realized that he had reached the place. He was shocked. Across from him was the club he was about to enter. People were constantly coming in and out of the Baroque building. Every afternoon, London politicians would have afternoon tea here. There were not only politicians but also many senior civil servants. In fact, such a club was not only a social occasion, but also an occasion for bribery. However, he was not here to bribe today, but for another purpose.
Before crossing the street, Pearson stood by a newsstand, browsing newspapers and magazines. Not surprisingly, the front page of almost every newspaper was filled with news about the gold mines in southern Africa, its production, its future production, and, of course, its importance to the empire.
The 20,000 pounds of "advertising fees" were not wasted. All the mainstream newspapers in London had columnists publishing "news" related to South Africa. Gradually, the mainstream society in Britain would become highly sensitive to the South African gold mine.
"According to today's news, the gold production in southern Africa has increased significantly. It will soon replace Australia as the world's largest gold producer..."
The news that came to his ears made Pearson's lips rise slightly. Now all he needed to do was to publicize the output of the gold mine and gradually involve the British public opinion circles. Once they got involved, it would directly affect the British people's decision.
Looking at the politicians entering the club, he knew how "dirty" those sanctimonious and serious politicians were. They were all greedy. After coming to the UK, he had dealt with such people a lot. And similarly, the rewards they gave were also generous.
"Pearson!"
Just as Pearson walked to the door of the club, a happy voice suddenly reached his ears. He knew who it was without turning around. It was Sir Randall, a political recruiter who would not miss any gathering of London's upper class society.
Almost a year ago, it was under his guidance that millionaire Pearson knocked on the door of London politics.
"Sir Randall!"
They walked side by side and talked happily to each other. They were talking about some insignificant little things, but for Randall, interacting with Mr. Pearson was always something to look forward to. How many people in London didn't know about the success of the South African mining company?
This time last year, almost everyone thought he was a fool - buying the increasingly depleted Whitewater Ridge gold mine with no mining value - where the second South African gold rush started in 1885.
It was at this time that Pearson, who had made a fortune in the two gold rushes by selling crushers, steam engines and other equipment, actually acquired the land and assets of those companies - the acquisition was completed with less than 1 million pounds.
God can testify that a few months ago, the value of those companies' crushers and land was a hundred times that. After the acquisition was completed, he established the Southern African Mining Company.
"This is a fool!"
Just when everyone was mocking him and waiting for this poor guy to go bankrupt, a sudden news came out - they introduced a new technology - by using cyanide to process the ore, the valuable gold in the ore was dissolved in the water in the form of cyanide, thus achieving the separation of gold from ore.
Even if there is only 1.5 grams of gold per ton of ore, this new refining method can effectively extract it. They even used this method to process tens of thousands of tons of slag abandoned by those who were in the previous gold rush, and then extracted thousands of ounces of gold from those slag.
After this news came out, it immediately shocked the whole world. While people were amazed at the wealth brought by the new technology, the South African mining company that owned the gold mine became the biggest winner after the gold rush bubble burst.
In an instant, the South African Mining Company became the darling of the London press and the stock exchange, and the company's stock also became the darling of the London Stock Exchange. Its stock price soared from less than one pound per share to tens of pounds overnight. Now, some people even offered a high price of 100 pounds per share, but now no one will sell the South African Mining Company's stock.
Randall was undoubtedly a lucky man. He had invested 1,000 pounds in a South African mining company. In fact, this was not worth mentioning before. It was not so much an investment in money as it was an investment to maintain friendship with his employer.
God can testify that at that time he had no intention of gaining any benefit from it, and it was just for the sake of doing it. But who could have thought that the investment would make him earn dozens of times the profit.
That investment was definitely the most worthwhile investment he had ever made in his life. Of course, if you miss such an opportunity, you will never have it again.
So whenever he thought about this, he felt upset with himself, thinking that he should have increased the stakes of friendship at the beginning.
South African Mining Company - that is the largest gold mine in the UK. Of course, its shares will be very valuable. The returns from investing in this company will definitely be extremely lucrative.
Well... Actually, the gold mine is not under British rule, but that is not a problem. This problem will be solved satisfactorily soon.
Even now they are working hard to solve this problem.
"I've arranged some friends for you. We all have common interests, my friends."
Randall said in a low voice as they entered the club.
"In Southern Africa, our interests are shared!"
This is also the reason for today's gathering. Common interests have brought them together. What are they going to discuss?
(End of this chapter)
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