Chapter 759: Competition Everywhere
Chapter 742 – Competition is Everywhere
As the old man left, the atmosphere became extraordinarily heavy.
A middle-aged man shouted, “Master Sith, wait.”
A conspiratorial voice rang out, “Don’t shout, people are nobles, they’re different from us. Don’t block people’s path to riches.”
It seemed that he was afraid that the old man couldn’t hear him, and deliberately raised his voice.
The middle-aged man reprimanded, “Finkel, shut up! Master Sith is not that kind of person.
A while ago when the Russians captured the guerrillas, it was still Master Sith who intervened to solve the problem, otherwise we would have been in deep trouble.”
“That’s right, Master Sith is a good man, a year ago when my son was sick, it was him who helped find a doctor.”
“Finkel, I remember that your kid’s hands and feet are not clean, and you were also taught a lesson by Master Sith, you are ……”
……
It could be seen that the old Sith still had a good reputation in the town, and Finkel’s young man was quickly drowned out by the accusations.
Under normal circumstances, Feiqer would never dare to show hostility towards a nobleman, or he would die.
This changed with the arrival of the Russians, as the local nobility was focused on by the Tsarist government for being on the opposite side of the war.
Feiqer sneered: ”Still the Sith Lord, he is now a lost dog, even his own foundation can not be saved, and still have the face to call himself a nobleman.
The Russians took his land, and now he wants us to give it up along with him, on what grounds?”
Seeing that the eyes of the crowd were filled with murderous aura, Feiqer’s temper was doused quite a bit, perhaps unable to wipe out his face, he still forcefully said:
“Don’t look at me like that, what I’m saying is the truth, just wait, maybe one day we’ll be sold by him to our Russian masters!”
Just finished, on the face is a fist flew over, still do not understand what is going on, Finkel is gorgeous fainted.
“Volkov, well done. This fly is most annoying. If the bastard didn’t know Russian, I guess he would have defected to the Russians a long time ago.”
The crowd nodded their heads, and it was clear that everyone did not have a favorable impression of Finkel, the street punk.
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Inside a classical mansion on the east side of the town, old Baron Sith asked with concern, “Wright, are you ready?”
Wright replied, “It’s ready, ready to go at any time.
It’s just that father, we can just leave on our own, why do we need to bring these losers with us?”
Obviously, to the old man preparing to leave with the townspeople, Leite was a million times more reluctant.
The old Sith shook his head, “Leite, you are still too young. These wastes in your mouth can be the foundation for our eastward rise.
After we leave here, we will no longer be the high and mighty fiefdom nobles. You’ve seen how it is to live as a downtrodden noble with only a name left.”
People are cheap when they leave their hometowns, and nobles are no different. Once they lost their roots, they were actually only a little better than ordinary people.
The Kingdom of Prussia was greatly wounded in this war, and Berlin had already gathered nobles from all over who had strayed there, and the competition had become extremely fierce.
The slightest advantage in political status was no longer enough to make them stand out and lead a rich life.
If they left the Kingdom of Prussia, they lost the advantage of political status.
Of course, this did not mean that the name of nobility was useless. With this name, they could still contact higher circles and could integrate into the local area more easily.
The prerequisite is that people recognize their noble status, these days there is no internet to check your identity, and it is not easy to make others recognize your noble status.
It doesn’t matter if you are a big noble with deep roots, people have a lot of bullish relatives, they have friends and family to bring into the circle, and the prominent family name is the best proof.
The small nobles like the Sith can’t, they don’t have a powerful ancestor, and their family name is limited to a corner of the country, no one has ever heard of them even if they leave West Prussia.
If you don’t bring a group of people to help publicize, how can you let others know your noble identity, you can’t just say you are a nobleman, right?
Looking at his confused son, the old Sith sighed. Some words could only be realized by oneself, and the effect would not be as great if it came out of someone else’s mouth.
They were going to Austrian Africa this time, and it wasn’t like they had to pay for the immigration costs themselves. Bringing everyone along would cost nothing at all, except for the fact that it would be a bit of a hassle.
Selling favors aside, the fact that bringing so many people there would raise their status in the eyes of the colonial government was enough to make the Sith go for it.
Noble reputation was worth a lot of money, and a good reputation could allow them to easily break into the circle of nobles.
Wright grumbled, “That’s only if they’re willing to do it, people don’t even appreciate it, so why do we have to come along and make a fool of ourselves!”
The officials of the Austrian Immigration Department had long since come over to publicize, those who were willing to emigrate had signed up and left early, and now the remaining ones belonged to the home-lovers.
“Not only because of nostalgia, but also have industry here, leaving here will have to start all over again.
Gazing at his son, the old Sis said helplessly: “Stupid, the Russians so tossed, who can withstand.
At this point in time, there are still a few families that have not been emptied?
It’s no longer a matter of wanting to leave or not, but the Russians are driving people out, and staying will be reduced to serfdom.”
“Serfs” is an exaggeration, the Russian Empire also abolished serfdom, but the bonded laborers are not much better than serfs, in a sense even worse.
Seems to have thought of something, Wright incredulously asked: “You mean, the Russians and Austria ……”.
The old Sith scolded angrily, “Shut up, is this something that can be said carelessly! Leite, you remember, trouble comes out of the mouth!
If you haven’t lived long enough, keep your mouth shut and don’t talk nonsense, not even thinking nonsense.”
What the truth was, the old Sith didn’t know, much less wanted to know. Sometimes knowing too much was a sin.
Looking at his son who was hanging his head, Old Sith was a bit unable to bear it, and after hesitating for a split second’s effort, he still held back his words of comfort.
Wright is his third son, is also the youngest son, this year has just turned sixteen years old, has not had time to experience the wind and rain in society.
Under normal circumstances, it was not yet Leite’s turn to come out and take charge. Unfortunately, in this war, the old Sith’s eldest son was killed in battle, and his second son was seriously injured, and is still bedridden, so it is not possible to say that he will be gone one day.
Suddenly met with a change of heart, the old Sith had to speed up the training of his youngest son. After all, life expectancy is short these days, and the old Sith is already in his sixties, and his health is not as good as it used to be.
In Prussia, there were many families similar to the old Sis, and many noble families had a change of heirs.
This kind of son of many is still good, the worst is still the only son of the family nobles, war is the death of the heir, that is the human tragedy.
What happened in Mordor was just a small incident. Since the Russians began to divide the nobility, the former Prussian nobles panicked and began to look for a way out.
There were only so many local resources, they simply couldn’t afford to support too many nobles, and competition was unavoidable.
Even the biggest of hearts knew that the Tsar’s government hated to get rid of these “hostile” elements, so how could they possibly compete with the first line of others?
The initiative to find a way to leave, but also be able to take part of the family property, and when the patience of others exhausted, or perhaps to be extinguished heir.
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The docks along the Baltic Sea were once again busy, with more ships coming and going than before the war, as if they had already regained their former prosperity.
This prosperity, unfortunately, was all an illusion. The former harbor city with a lot of traffic has now turned into a giant refugee camp.
The shrewd Russian officials had rented the unoccupied houses in the city, together with the vacant land outside the city, to the Austrian Immigration Office, which was used to settle the immigrants who were about to leave.
Emigration has never been an easy task. In these days, the capacity of ships was limited, and ordinary merchant ships could only carry hundreds of emigrants at a time, with a maximum of a thousand or so.
This was already the limit, and any further increase in the number of people would not be transporting immigrants, but selling piglets.
People are not cargo, there must be a certain amount of space to move around. Too much density will easily increase the death rate.
On a gray and cloudy day, Old Sith arrived at the port of Kovobrzeg with his family, plus the townspeople who had been snubbed, and joined the ranks of the waiting immigrants.
Often rows of tents, Old Sith’s brow tightened, and there was no room for him to back out when it all came down to it.
Tidying up his clothes and putting on his family badge, Old Sith walked towards the immigration registration office with a stiff upper lip.
Seeing that the visitor is a nobleman, the staff in charge of registration courteously said: “Baron, this is the civilian settlement office, the reception of the nobles is located in the city.
There are special people in the city to receive you, and they will arrange a residence that matches your status, so you can bring your family there with you.”
Hearing this, Old Sith’s expression eased. He was still a bit afraid that the Immigration Department would just place him with the commoners, which meant that his noble status was nullified.
Without this talisman, it would be difficult to gain a foothold in a foreign country.
After a few words of instruction, the old Sith left the large group with his family. The staff’s words were very clear, bringing his family along with him meant that the others didn’t need to go over.
Without any surprises, as a baron, Old Sith’s family was given a separate small courtyard as a temporary residence.
The basic necessities of life were all there, just needing to be equipped with servants. This was a minor issue, as the immigrants were all dragging their families away, there was naturally no shortage of servants.
After settling down, the old Sith didn’t stay idle, the first thing he did was to string along the doors.
The circle of nobles is big and small, big nobles have connections all over the world, and small nobles have a circle right at their doorstep.
Old Sisi is not a big noble, social circle is naturally not big, but in the West Prussia region of the circle of nobles, or mixed a familiar face.
In his hometown, he didn’t think it was important, but when he left his homeland and traveled to a foreign country, it was an important human resource.
Embrace the group, is also human nature.
For several days in a row, the old Cis took his son to participate in noble banquets, and really made a lot of friends.
If it wasn’t for the fact that his family was not strong, and that he needed a large amount of start-up capital for future development, Old Sith would have wanted to organize a banquet.
Of course, this was impossible. The Russian-controlled port of Kovobrzeg, where prices were more than ten times higher than in normal times, was specifically aimed at the landed gentry like them.
The Austrian Immigration Service only provided the most basic living supplies, and one needed to pay for groceries out of one’s own pocket, not to mention organizing a banquet.
In addition to the high expenses, you have to have enough connections to be able to carry the Russians to run over and beat them.
The tsarist government is poor, the newly ennobled nobles in addition to the fiefdom, there is no bounty issued, many nobles are poor.
In order to become rich, these people’s bottom line is not very high. The early tax collection that was underway was tossed out by this group of people.
After a simple lunch, Old Sith was thinking about his future development plans when the butler’s voice rang in his ears.
“Baron, we just received news that the residents of Mordor Town, will be boarding a ship to leave in three days, while we will have to wait for a week later.
I’ve already asked around, the colonial government likes to break up and resettle immigrants from the same area, basically there will be no exceptions.”
The old Sith’s face changed greatly, “scattering and resettling” this meant that all of his prior plans would have to be pushed back to the drawing board.
He wanted to use the residents of the town as his foundation, and quickly establish himself in an unfamiliar region, but now there was no way to implement it.
As an old man who had experienced many things, the old Sith quickly calmed down and began to analyze the causes and consequences.
He soon found the reason, on the one hand, the colonial government didn’t want them to embrace the group, lest it would make it more difficult to rule.
On the other hand, it was also the main reason. It was no longer the time when the colonies had just opened up, and there were basically nobles rooted in every region.
As vested interests, these people naturally don’t want to increase the number of those who share the cake, and it’s only normal to restrict them as outsiders.
People were striking out openly and honestly, and the reason was very good. Thinking about this, Old Sith couldn’t help but reveal a trace of bitterness.
A momentary lapse of faith. Back then, during the period of the opening of the Austrian African colonies, he was also qualified to participate, and even personally went to the African continent to investigate.
Only at that time, he was high-minded and arrogant, not optimistic about the development of Austrian Africa, and was bent on establishing the Great Prussian Empire.
However, after decades of tossing and turning, he ended up leaving his home. Forced by the pressure of survival, had to set foot on this land again.
Missed the start-up period, could not get the original shares, and when the enterprise became bigger and then joined in, the treatment naturally can not be compared with the previous shareholders.
The first batch of rooted Austrian Africa, now become the Austrian direct line, belong to the colonial government’s root force.
The later ones were, at most, the icing on the cake. As far as the colonial government was concerned, it was good to have them as immigrants, but without them, life went on as usual.
After all, Austrian Africa was still the best choice for the old Sith. The world was a cruel place, full of competition everywhere.
The old country could not stay, the European continent is breaking out of the economic crisis, stay can not even find a job opportunity, can only go overseas to make a living.
If you don’t go to Austrian Africa, where you share the same culture and traditions, and if you go to a place where you can’t speak or write the language, it’s hard for you to survive.
(End of chapter)