12dz Chapter 443: Instead of being a good person, you have to be someone else's dog?
Chapter 443: Instead of being a good person, you have to be someone else's dog?
In this world, some people are happy and some are sad.
As the court opened for an open trial of the case of three White Eagle soldiers who assaulted a patrolman and attempted to molest a woman, the public opinion field in the entire Nanyang was ignited again, as if the tropical jungle at the beginning of the rainy season was detonated by thunder.
Chinese people are talking about it enthusiastically in local teahouses, taverns, dock sheds, and even temple fairs in fishing villages.
Even many natives have to admit that Zhang Chi is an excellent leader.
At least under his leadership, this time all the former colonized people can proudly hold their chests high and shout to the Westerners in thick accents: "No, fuck you!"
The newly liberated Chinese in Singapore and Malaysia returned home because of this trial and the establishment of Nanyang University.
A number of Chinese merchants, Malay gentry and Indian expatriates who were originally hesitant expressed their submission and support.
But amid the cheers, some people began to have a hard time.
In several mansions across Southeast Asia, the fish soup on the dining table had grown cold, and the evening breeze outside the window, blowing through the old vines, could not dispel the heavy, stuffy air in the house.
Some local Chinese and indigenous nobles who relied on the John people during the John people's colonial era are now frowning and calculating, their faces becoming gloomier day by day.
They once thought that Nanyang would continue to maintain the old order of "white people sitting at the head table, Chinese nobles managing the economy, and natives and lower-class Chinese doing hard labor."
When Zhang Chi rose, they chose to wait and see.
This kid is just a soldier who fought in the Republic of China. Although he is very capable, he may not be able to take root in Southeast Asia.
"Don't be impatient," they said at the table, "let's see how John's people fight back."
At that time, they were thinking of double betting.
While maintaining channels with John's side and providing intelligence and supplies, they also sent representatives to make tentative contacts with the People's Security Army to discuss a possible future together.
It was not until the Battle of Chittagong that the Anshun Army's unexpected mechanized roundabout raid completely tore through the defense line set up by the John people, forcing the colonial army to retreat in panic and negotiate peace in embarrassment.
This great victory was like a bolt from the blue, but many old foxes remained idle.
They are not stupid, but too shrewd.
"Zhang Chi may be powerful, but he's ultimately just a junior brother of the United States," muttered the president of a local overseas Chinese group in Penang, fingering his Buddhist beads in front of an incense burner. "Let's wait a little longer, until the Johns speak and acknowledge us as their citizens."
Rather than being upright Nanyang people, some old guys still want to be John people.
However, the more praise Zhang Chi gets now, the more it seems like they were fools for their initial hesitation.
The reaction of the United Kingdom's top leaders, including Prime Minister Qiu, to their desire to become John's people was quite indifferent.
Just in these few days, Prime Minister Chiu of the United Kingdom privately stated that the Chinese, Sindhu people, indigenous people, etc. in the future Southeast Asian colonies will be uniformly granted overseas territorial citizenship.
Although they have a status, they have no right to vote, no right to migrate, cannot settle in the British Isles, and cannot enjoy social welfare.
The statement was like a slap in the face to these fence-sitters.
Their carefully planned plan to go ashore ultimately resulted in just this: "You can be a dog, but you can't enter the house."
The United Kingdom tried to coax and evade, and its tone was so perfunctory that even they felt ashamed.
There was no way. For the United Kingdom, Zhang Chi and the Anmin Army were indeed rebels, but if these fence-sitters were given too much preferential treatment, it would be no different from having Zhang Chi take away the colonies in Southeast Asia.
There are nearly 1000 million starving people in the British Isles right now, so how can they care about these running dogs?
In response to this result, a local mine owner who always regarded himself as a John-like gentleman and imitated the colonists in every move drank two bottles of sherry alone that night and cursed "God damn" at the wine cabinet for a whole hour.
As for Zhang Chi, his reaction was quite simple.
At an internal meeting, when Chen Zhenchuan reported that these old businesses "have not yet expressed their views," Zhang Chi snorted, put down his pen, and said lightly:
"You didn't want to be a good person, but insisted on being someone else's dog. Now people are too lazy to feed you bones."
His tone was not angry, but full of contempt.
"If they want to come back in the future, it depends on whether we are willing to accept them."
Zhang Chi sneered at those guys who wanted to be dogs instead of being good people, but ended up not even being dogs.
He didn't care who was late - but he remembered who had turned and walked away.
He knew that to truly establish a nation, he needed not only guns and radio microphones, but also bank accounts and public reputation. Those who had once been on the fence were now just a handful of dust under the rolling wheels of time.
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At the same time, in the port of Yangon, the sound of whistles mixed with the harsh melody of taut steel cables echoed in the air.
A large cargo ship flying the United States flag slowly entered the harbor and docked at the berth under the guidance of the Port Authority's lighthouse.
The hull was rusty and the national flag hanging high on the stern fluttered in the wind.
On the deck, huge wooden boxes were lifted by cranes one after another, moved slowly along the tracks, and landed steadily on the unloading platform that had been cleared long ago.
The wooden boxes were marked with numbers and "solid wood furniture" labels, and many of them were printed with Hans-Wen foreign characters, which made the onlookers at the dock workers suspicious.
Next to it, an inner track locomotive was rumbling with steam coming, ready to set off at any time.
"Hey, what's so cool about this?"
"I heard they were high-end solid wood furniture and antiques shipped from Europe. There's war going on over there, so these valuable things, which can't be eaten or drunk, were sold off at a low price."
At the same time, a large number of containers filled with natural rubber produced locally in Southeast Asia were being quickly lifted onto cargo ships, preparing to return to the United States.
And in those huge unloaded wooden boxes, what were actually loaded were the high-value trophies discovered by the synthetic spy Bruce on the land of Europe - the disassembled "V2 ballistic missiles" and some other weapons.
Soon, late at night, a group of military police secretly drove into the dock warehouse area and carefully transported away the large wooden boxes.
These items were quickly sent to military factories and laboratories across the country.
A few days later, at the First Aircraft Manufacturing Plant in Myitkyina.
Since the First Aircraft Manufacturing Plant owns the only large wind tunnel under the current Nanhua system, the V-2 body shell and some other good things were sent here.
Inside the factory, a "V-2" with its warhead charge and propellant removed was being slowly placed on a maintenance rack by a crane.
"Is this... the legendary weapon of revenge?" A young technician looked up at the huge black metal cylinder with awe in his eyes.
"Well, it's codenamed the A-4 rocket. It's 14 meters long, has a maximum flight altitude of over 80 kilometers, a range of 320 kilometers, and can carry nearly a ton of high-explosive warhead."
The old engineer, Lao Gao, pushed his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone revealing undisguised excitement.
"Look at these again—"