Chapter 89 Release
Yangon, port.
A team of Scottish infantry wearing short skirts stood straight beside the trestle, with a band behind them as if waiting for the arrival of some big man. At this time, several carriages rushed over on the road in the distance. The leading officer turned around and nodded. The chief sergeant shouted: "Everyone is at attention, start!"
The soldiers immediately raised their guns to their shoulders, and the band behind them played music in unison. The melody of "God Bless the Queen" echoed over the trestle. The captain of the "Coventry" cruise ship next to the gangway and other senior crew members were wearing white dresses, waiting for the upcoming VIPs. What kind of big shots are coming soon?
Soon the carriage came to the side of the trestle. The straight coachman who served jumped out of his seat and opened the door. The first one to get out of the carriage was Jilins. He humbly owed his body to the carriage. Belford, wearing a top hat, walked down from the carriage, looked at the ship outside the trestle, turned around and smiled at Jilins, "Mr. Jilins, during the time I went to Japan, I will leave the affairs of Myanmar to you."
"Amprovement of the plenipotentiary!" Jillins stopped at this point, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.
Belfort noticed the other person's expression and asked, "Do you have any different opinions? Mr. Gillins."
"Your Excellency, do you really think it is a suitable time to go to Japan? After all, the battle situation in Myanmar is at an important moment, and the result of the peace talks is determined by the results of the battlefield. You are the ambassador of the Myanmar issue appointed by the Prime Minister. Only you can most effectively integrate the power of the empire in the Far East."
"Mr. Jillins, I'm glad you agree with the view that my empire can only win limited victory in Myanmar!" Belfort said with a smile: "There is no doubt that the treaty is determined by the outcome of the battlefield, but the British Empire and Shun Empire in the Far East are not only in Myanmar. If we and their battlefield are limited to Myanmar, that is exactly what they hope. Just like a boxing match, we should attack our opponent's weaknesses."
"Japan?"
"Yes, Japan. The Shun Empire had a huge advantage over the British Empire. It was in a core position in the Far East. Except for the Russians in the north, the borders of other regions were almost safe, so he could safely and boldly put his power into Myanmar. The empire was different. The queen's territory was spread all over the world, and our interests were also spread all over the world. We could be challenged by local barbarians and great powers at any time. We could not put the essence of the empire into a quagmire. If we could not find enough trouble for the Shun Empire in other places, even if we could defeat their adventure this time, what about the next time? What about the next time? You should know that Mandalay is only 600 kilometers away from their border and tens of thousands of kilometers away from London. It is obvious who will fail in the end!"
Jilins was silent for a while and finally nodded: "You are right, Your Excellency Ambassador, the interests of the empire and the hegemony of the Shun Empire in the Far East are in conflict, so I wish you a smooth journey."
"Well, thank you for your kindness, then, goodbye!" Belfort tightly grasped Jillins' outstretched right hand, turned around and walked towards the gangway at the end of the trestle. Behind him, Jillins looked at Belfort's back with a contradictory look, and turned around and left until the other party disappeared on the side of the ship.
Just as the forces in Myanmar were fighting fiercely, Chen Zaixing, the core figure of the entire incident, was returning to the country along the road from Mandalay to Wanding. He was driven away from the center of the incident at this time, which made him feel a little depressed. In addition, the elephant's back shaking, Chen Zaixing gradually leaned on his chair and fell asleep.
"Sir, Lord Chen!"
The shouts outside the box woke Chen Zaixing up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes, tidied up his scattered clothes on his body, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"
"Sir, it's Mr. Kong here!"
"Kong Zhang? Didn't he go to Bagan?" Chen Zaixing poked his head and ordered: "Stop!" Then he came from the back of the elephant. As expected, Kong Zhang's familiar description came into his eyes. He saw his face full of dust. Obviously, he suffered a lot along the way. Chen Zaixing bowed to him and whispered: "Brother Kong, I am on the order of Lord Kong to return to China to coordinate the dispatch of troops. Are you-?"
Kong Zhang sighed: "Hey, you've all gone back. Mandalay has changed the person who is the one who makes the decision. What's the point of staying in Mandalay? When I arrived in Bagan, I heard that I had gone wrong with you, so I asked the boatman to drive the boat. Even Master Ba didn't even visit him. Finally, I caught up. There was always a companion on the road!"
Chen Zaixing saw Kong Zhang's face full of bitterness. He remembered that this person had broken his family's support for his military service. Now the situation in Myanmar is unknown, and if the person who is in charge is not clear, it is difficult to say that the money can be returned, let alone the generous rewards promised in advance. He couldn't help but feel a little apologized and sighed in a low voice: "Brother Kong, I used to incite you to pay for me to interfere in Myanmar, but I didn't expect that now I will be like this, and even your life is almost lost here. I am really shameless-"
"Stop talking!" Kong Zhang interrupted Chen Zaixing's words: "Business is about losing money and making money. There are so many things involved here, so how can you blame it alone? Besides—" Speaking of this, Kong Zhang gritted his teeth and whispered: "The winner is not yet determined, and we can still give it a try. How can we be the way the prisoner Chu cried?"
Chen Zaixing was stunned when he heard this. He thought about it all the way, but he felt that the great power of the country was already in hand and that he could not beat the other party no matter what. But when Kong Zhang said this, it seemed like there was a turning point. He hurriedly grabbed the other party's arm and whispered: "Brother Kong, if you have any ideas, please tell me."
Kong Zhang looked around and smiled bitterly, "Sir, why don't we go to my car and say? It's not a big deal to stop in the middle of the road!"
Chen Zaixing then realized that he and Kong Zhang were standing in the middle of the road. His old face turned red and he hurriedly got onto his carriage with Kong Zhang. As soon as the two of them got onto the carriage, Chen Zaixing said anxiously: "Brother Kong, tell me your thoughts."
Kong Zhang whispered: "Mr. Chen, as far as I know, your main task for returning to China this time is to urge the army to enter Myanmar. In fact, this has something to do with our original intention. Think about it, if the army quickly enters Myanmar and transports grain and ammunition without any obstacles, you need to build roads? This road construction requires exploration of routes and recruitment of civilians. You have done these things well, and you have the talents and information in your hands. Isn't it natural to build railways in the future? Can anyone else be able to cover you up?"
Kong Zhang's words seemed to suddenly raise a bright light in Chen Zaixing's mind: Yes, anyway, his initial purpose was not to be the Supreme Emperor of Myanmar, but to use the opportunity of building a railway to transfer Myanmar and even the entire Southeast Asia into the economic circle of Dashun, becoming the raw material production and product sales market for Dashun, and establish a huge economic, political and military consortium on this basis. As long as this goal can be achieved, it is not important to be the right power to be the magistrate of the Burmese protection camp by himself. Thinking of this, Chen Zaixing's depression these days was suddenly wiped out and suddenly enlightened. He patted his thighs and smiled: "It's a blessing to have a loss. Brother Kong, you and I must do a great career when we return to China."
"Then I'll congratulate you first!" Kong Zhang bowed to Chen Zaixing obediently, and then whispered: "But Mr. Dawn, shouldn't he blame him?"
"Of course not!" Chen Zaixing said with a smile: "The opening of the road and the construction of military stations is also to control the military affairs of the vassal states. Lord Zaixing also stepped down from the Annan Protectorate and knew the power of it. Besides." Chen Zaixing said this and lowered his voice: "According to the impression I have had in contact with this Lord Zaixing these few times, this Lord has a great ambition. He is not just content with being a magistrate guard. As long as I don't compete for a position with him, he is willing to delegate power in other aspects."
"If this is the case, then you'll feel relieved!" Kong Zhang laughed when he heard this.
The two were smiling in the car, and they were harmonious. In fact, as the first generation of Confucian intellectuals who opened their eyes to the world, Chen Zaixing was among the best, but he had only a relatively ignorant and superficial understanding of the huge changes that had taken place in the outside world. However, as a mineral merchant who traveled between Myanmar and China all year round, Chen Zaixing still realized with his own instinct that in this era, the victory or defeat of the struggle between countries and nations no longer depends only on the number of people on both sides and the wealth of wealth; but the number of industrial products and the degree of organization of state machinery. Otherwise, how could a small country in England and Geely conquer countless territories and wealth far surpass his ancient country and become the hegemon of the world?
In this new environment, the power of the state will naturally not be concentrated in the hands of a small group of Confucian intellectual elites as in the past, but will gradually be transferred to the hands of the industrial and commercial class that controls huge wealth and strong industries. As an abandoned child within the system, Chen Zaixing naturally hopes to become a trendsetter in this new wave and take advantage of the situation to realize his ambitions. As for the power of the state, he did not think that this person had realized this huge change. The identity of the noble and huge power had become a huge burden for him. The path he chose was actually a very "Chinese-style" path of powerful ministers - accumulating military merits, dominating one side, and becoming a vassal state that cannot be lost. Once the center changes, he will intervene and even send troops to calm the crisis. It is easy to find such an example in the thousands of years of history of China. Chen Zaixing believes that this path is outdated, and the rulers of this empire in the future are not above the court, but behind the counters of the bank and in the office of the company.
"Brother Kong!" Chen Zaixing whispered.
"What's up?"
"After returning to China, you will go to Brother Liu's place for me. I have a letter to him!"
"Liu Qingyang?" Kong Zhang was slightly stunned, looked at Chen Zaixing's face, and whispered: "Yes!"
Mok Village, like the thousands of villages in Myanmar, is located at the outermost part of a wall made of soil or bamboo fences. Inside the wall is a road that goes straight into the entrance of the village, and on both sides are dozens of cottages made of easily accessible materials such as bamboo, straw and mud. Unlike other villages, this village is located right in the middle of the camp of the Heshun Army in Bagan City, and is very close to the Irrawaddy River. So the British army used this place as their camp and built many warehouses. A large amount of material transported from Yangon was stored here before being transported to the front line.
Chapter completed!