Lanfang 1880

1880, Singapore. A drought thunder struck Liu Feng into Nanyang, where the lives of Chinese workers were like straw. All he had in his arms was a stack of Bank of England cashier's checks payable on sight, with a face value of five million pounds. Thirty-six tons of gold. In this era, it was enough to buy half of the Beiyang Navy, and it was also enough to build a steel city in the jungle of Borneo. Liu Feng is very sober: a huge sum of money without firepower is just a piece of walking fat. He was not crazy enough to go to Europe to buy a fleet, but turned around and walked into the last lights of the Lanfang Republic—— That small republic established by the Chinese will be destroyed in four years. From then on, there was a madman in Nanyang. He poured cement forts on the mudflats, lit the first blast furnace in the Blackwater Valley, and used Krupp heavy artillery to teach the Dutch to re-understand the weight of the word "treaty." Ten years later, when the envoys of the Qing Dynasty raised their heads above the ruins of the Beiyang Navy, there was a navy blue flag on the Pacific Ocean. No system, no cheats. There is only industry, capital and a group of people who refuse to kneel. This is the story of how a country grows inch by inch from steel and ledgers.