12dz Chapter 327 Peacock in the Golden Cage
Chapter 327 Peacock in the Golden Cage
44, April 8.
8:57 AM local time in Bago and 9:27 AM local time in Siam.
Today is a special day. Zhang Chi is lying relaxed on the single sofa, with a cigarette in his hand, casually looking at the silver radio on the desk.
The latest miniaturized radio manufactured by Radio No. 9 uses double-sided multi-layer printed circuit board technology. Its size has been reduced to the size of two palms, but the sound quality is more realistic.
"This is Nan Hua Radio's reporter, Ouyang Yan. Listeners, I will be broadcasting live from the Siamese Parliament Building."
"It is now 9:28 a.m. local time. In two minutes, King Mahad will appear on the podium and read the 'Message to All Citizens.'"
The electronic warfare unit of the People's Army urgently installed two radio signal transmission towers on the roof of the Parliament Building in Bangkok. Ouyang Yan's sweet voice penetrated the sky on the radio waves of the South China Broadcasting Station and was reflected by the ionosphere to the whole world.
A few minutes later, King Mahad's voice came from the radio, giving a speech in Siamese.
After each sentence, King Mahad would pause for a moment, waiting for the real-time translator on the scene to convert his words into Mandarin.
Zhang Chi's fingers tapped the armrest of the sofa in time with King Mahad's speech, and he was very satisfied with this hard-earned victory.
From the beginning of the Siamese civil unrest on August 9th to today, August 23rd, in just over ten days, more than 500,000 square kilometers of Siam have completely fallen into his control.
This is completely unimaginable in the peaceful environment of later generations. However, in the chaotic era of World War II, the international community felt at most a little surprise.
"...From now on, with the help of General Zhang Chi, we have broken free from the evil control of the Fuso people..." The electric signal reflected King Mahad's voice very realistically.
Pegu currently leads the world in transistor miniaturization technology, making its recording equipment, as well as signal conversion and transmission equipment, absolutely world-class, with no distortion in the sound.
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Thousands of miles away in Number 10 Downing Street, it was just after 2:30 a.m. in the foggy city, and Prime Minister Qiu, who had stayed up late, had to stay in front of the radio.
On the radio, the BBC was broadcasting a program from South China Radio, and the announcer was translating King Mahad's speech in real time in authentic royal accent.
"...From this day forward, in the name of the King, I declare the establishment of the Pegu-Siam Defense Alliance. We will work together to expel all forces with ill intentions from Indochina..."
"bump!"
The exquisite porcelain plate shattered on the elegant solid wood table, and the broken fragments flew onto the Persian carpet.
Veins popped out on Prime Minister Qiu's shiny forehead. "This is an ultimatum! A letter of apology to the British Empire!"
The phrase in the speech about "expelling all malicious forces from Indochina" doesn't it refer to the John people and the Gauls?
The cigar in Prime Minister Qiu's hand suddenly lost its fragrance, and he irritably crushed the cigar into the ashtray with his fat fingers.
Next to the ashtray, the photo on the front page of The Times the day before, showing King Mahad awarding the Peace Medal to Lieutenant General Hao Yi of the People's Army, was so eye-catching.
Although it is just a black and white photo, one can imagine that under the flash, Hao Yi's dark face turned several shades paler. He grinned with what he thought was a very kind smile, showing the various medals on his general's uniform.
That smile was so glaring in Prime Minister Qiu's eyes, as if it was a mockery of him.
"bump!"
There was another crisp sound, and Asan's servant was silently tidying up the messy ground, still counting in his mind.
'These are the seventh and eighth Wedgwood dinner plates that have been smashed this week. How many of the Prime Minister's beloved set of twelve are left?'
Prime Minister Qiu was staying up late, and his personal secretary naturally didn't sleep either. He listened to the tinkling sounds and covered his forehead helplessly.
Things were changing too fast. The series of actions taken by the An Min Army were so swift that they seemed to have been planned for a long time. They swallowed up Siam, the fattest prey in the Indochina Peninsula, in one breath.
"Call Minister Anthony." Suddenly, Prime Minister Qiu came to the secretary and interrupted the private secretary's thoughts.
"Now?" The secretary in the duty room looked at the wall clock and asked in surprise.
"Now, immediately, right away. I haven't slept yet, so how can my minister sleep?"
Soon, Foreign Minister Anthony, who was sleeping in bed, was awakened by the ringing of the phone.
He turned on the desk lamp in a daze, glanced at the clock on the wall, and immediately realized that something big had happened.
"This is Antony. Oh my God, what happened? Did our army suffer a crushing defeat in Gaul? Or did Xier surrender unconditionally?"
"Neither..." Prime Minister Qiu said into the phone with a smile that hinted at a successful mischief. "Regarding the 'Operation Emerald' plan proposed by MI6 earlier, have their director work out the details and bring them to Number 10 tomorrow morning."
"The one about training separatist forces in Pattani Province and increasing armed conflicts?" Anthony, who was relieved, was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes.
"That's it. I want to review it tomorrow." Prime Minister Qiu was eager to cause some trouble for Zhang Chi.
"Alright alright."
After hanging up the phone, Anthony didn't know what had happened to Prime Minister Qiu, but he was certainly unhappy about being suddenly woken up in the middle of the night.
So he quickly redialed and called his MI6 handler.
After all, there is no reason to make the boss wake up in the middle of the night and stay up late.
So late at night, one call after another was made, starting with the MI6 management officer, down to his section chiefs, directors, and intelligence analysts.
A large group of people were called out of bed to work overtime.
The fundamental reason for their suffering was that Zhang Chi on the other side of the Blue Water Planet thought that 9 a.m. was a good time to do a live broadcast.
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At the same time, in a luxurious suite of the Oriental Hotel not far from the Senate Building.
Harold, the White Eagle envoy who rushed to Siam from Pegu, was adjusting his tie in front of the dressing mirror. The bald eagle emblem on the gold tie clip flashed in the mirror.
Later, King Mahad will sign the "Bangkok Port Mutual Defense Agreement" with the plenipotentiary representative sent by Zhang Chi in the presence of a large number of international reporters. As the representative of the White Eagle, he will naturally also be present to witness it.
The phrase "malicious forces" on the radio made him laugh out loud. Who was this malicious force?
It’s really hard to guess.
It won't be the Great United States anyway.
"I have to say, General Zhang is really a negotiation genius." Harold, who was dressed neatly, showed a friendly smile to the mirror, not looking like a greedy vulture at all.
Since Zhang Chi hinted that all the privileges obtained by the An Min Army in Siam would be shared with the White Eagle, the tycoons behind Harold's envoy were very satisfied with this piece of fat.
With the approval of Commander Luo, Zhang Chi directly used the national credit of Pegu as collateral, issued bonds and took out loans from the United States, and eventually raised 12 billion yuan. Of course, interest was inevitable.
As for those treaties that were hostile to Pegu's natural resources and markets, Harold never mentioned them again.
After all, there is now a fatter prey, Siam.
Harold praised the memorandum signed by Zhang Chi on implementing an open door policy in Siam only for the United States.
He believed that as long as the next operation was carried out well, John and the Gauls would be driven out of the Indochina Peninsula in one fell swoop.
And this diplomatic achievement will be the stepping stone for Harold's advancement.