After receiving Li Yaonan's secret message, Zhu Xianhai just said casually.
The so-called "withdrawal" is actually just to let Bernardo Riquelme commit suicide. If God wants to teach people to destroy, he must teach people to go crazy.
What does high-mindedness mean?
Some things are easier said than done. Bernardo Riquelme may be able to use the police to arrest those who oppose him, or he can deal with them at will, but then what?
He never thought about how it would end.
Now we just need to wait until the conflict intensifies to the point where Bernardo Riquelme can no longer handle it, and then end it.
"It's only been a few months..."
All Jiannu know how to wait a year before showing their ambitions, we can wait!
Throwing the telegram aside, Zhu Xianhai stood up. There were more important things today.
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When Lin Yuehu walked from the carriage, he raised his head and glanced at the hotel in front of him. Under the bright electric light, on both sides of the wide staircase, there were three flower hedges made of flowers. The flowers were as big as fake flowers.
At the end of the flower fence, in the dance hall above the steps, the sound of cheerful orchestral music kept floating over.
Today is the celebration banquet. The difference from the past is that Lin Yuehu is no longer wearing the clothes of a merchant ship captain, but a white navy uniform.
Just yesterday, the "Special Transport Company" announced that it was disbanded, and the ghost fleet was also disbanded. All crew members resumed their military status and became officers or non-commissioned officers of the Coast Guard.
"Finally home!"
While talking to himself, he walked into the banquet hall. In the banquet hall, there were more than two hundred naval officers like him sitting.
"Captain, you are here!"
As soon as Lin Yuehu entered, an officer came to greet him and said enthusiastically.
"I didn't expect that we would meet here."
Zhao Yaozu gave a military salute to the captain. He was once the first mate on Lin Yuehu's ship. Last year he was promoted to captain.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to sit with you in the future. My crew is waiting for me there..."
The so-called crew is actually the first mate, second mate, engineer, gunner, boatswain and a few other senior crew members on the "Phantom 6". They are all naval officers.
Only they are qualified to attend this banquet, this celebration banquet specially held for them. This banquet was organized by Zhu Xianhai to welcome these Nanhua heroes home.
"You are the first batch of captains and senior crewmen trained by Nanhua..."
Standing on the rostrum, when Zhu Xianhai was speaking, he looked at the hundreds of naval officers standing under the stage. They all looked similar - their faces were tanned by the scorching sun. They had straight faces, clear outlines and beards.
It's very strong. If you hold a pipe in your mouth, no one will suspect that they are all old captains.
But in fact, they are all young, they are the first batch of crew members trained by Nanhua, and they are also the heroes of Nanhua.
"...In the past few years, there have been many legends about "sea ghosts" in the Atlantic Ocean. Legend has it that they are a group of ghost-like elusive guys. They are all experts at sea without exception. They have been here time and time again.
It was they who broke through the blockade of the U.S. Northern Navy and transported the urgently needed supplies to the South..."
Zhu Xianhai paused, looked around at everyone and said.
"The Americans shed all their blood, the Yankees said so in the United States, and it was they who allowed the South to fight, the Americans in the South said so, but what I want to say is - it was you, it was your efforts, sacrifice and selflessness.
Your hard work has made Nanhua what it is today!”
Looking at the officers in the banquet hall, Zhu Xianhai sighed.
"You have all seen what Nanhua was like six years ago. At that time, there were only a few factories and desolation all over the place. But what about now? The population of Nanhua has long exceeded one million people, and there are thousands of factories.
Hundreds of thousands of workers are working day and night here, and the industrial products we produce have long been sold all over the world, and all of this is due to you... Without you, without the "Ghost Ship of the Sea" of the Special Shipping Company, we would not be able to
It is possible to transport materials to the south in exchange for funds and cotton needed for the development of South China..."
Since the outbreak of the Civil War, Zhu Xianhai has been insisting on trade with the South, exporting military supplies and civilian supplies worth tens of millions of dollars to the southern United States, and also shipped an equivalent amount of cotton.
On the one hand, it exported arms and used the hands of the South to bleed the North. On the other hand, it made extremely huge profits through the barter trade of arms and cotton. In the past few years, Nanhua has earned hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth, a huge amount of money.
Wealth is all transformed into immigration and industrial construction. It can be said that it is the blood shed by the North and South of the United States and the cotton of the South that promotes the industrial development of South China.
"It can be said that there is a drop of American blood on every screw in the Nanhua factory! When every Chinese immigrant comes to Nanhua on an immigration ship, there is an American corpse floating on the sea... We are grateful
!On Thanksgiving last year, I donated 100,000 US dollars worth of supplies to the United States in the name of my company for relief to the American people. After all, many Americans lost their loved ones during the war!"
Faced with huge profits from arms and cotton smuggling, Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but spend a special "Thanksgiving" last year - mainly to thank the American people for their generosity and selflessness.
"I must be grateful. Without the sacrifices of the American people, Nanhua would not be where it is now..."
The commander-in-chief's gratitude made everyone including Lin Yuehu laugh. They laughed very happily. Why couldn't they hear what this kind of gratitude was?
It’s just a satire on America!
A war not only killed millions of people in the United States, but also depleted its wealth. It was simply perfect!
But what about Nanhua? They made huge profits from this war. How could they, as participants, not know about it? Even they personally accumulated a lot of wealth during the war.
"Of course, we need to be more grateful to you! It's your sacrifice and your dedication that make Nanhua have everything it has today. Thank you!"
Zhu Xianhai raised his wine glass high and said to the officers in the audience.
"Today, let us drink the strong wine from the cup. Let us remember today, remember this moment, and remember this day of victory!"
After saying that, Zhu Xianhai laughed and said.
"For victory... drink victory!"
That night, Zhu Xianhai was drunk. He was very drunk. Of course, Lin Yuehu and the others were also drunk. This day was a day worth celebrating.