"The sky has eyes!! Even if I die, Zhang Minshan is worth it. Dad, you are waiting in Nanyang. My son wants you to see with your own eyes the navy of our Chinese nation and our own pride..."

Zhang Minshan bent his legs, first bowed three times to the direction of the mainland, and then turned to the direction of Nanyang. He burst into tears. The man's tears were heavy, let alone the old man's tears. He was moved to the extreme.

In Nanyang, the Big Natuna Island is known to the Dutch, Hanzhong Island is passed down from ancient times to the Chinese, and the Dutch colonial authorities manage Hanzhong Island.

"Your Excellency Baron Carlson, once this matter is over, the Chinese Dogs' plantation will become our common property."

A thin, yellow-skinned man was bending over and speaking flatteringly in Dutch to a Westerner who was drinking afternoon tea next to him, while the blond Dutchman was staring at him.

The women on the lawn were naked and dancing to Indonesia's primitive temptations while sipping brandy known as "burning wine".

"Nanito, you are a shrewd Indonesian plantation owner. You should understand that you should not have the idea of ​​​​solving the cunning Chinese at once, but should cut off their source of income, let them lose their plantations and become planters.

The most correct thing to do is to hire workers in the plantation. The Chinese incident in Jakarta has given us the best opportunity. It is a smooth sailing ship. Embark on it and fire at the Chinese people you have hated for a long time. Lost the plantation

and factories, the second step is to impose special education on Chinese businessmen... Haha, a wonderful life will no longer involve economic bugs like Chinese."

"Dear Baron Carlson, you are absolutely right. I will seize all the plantations from their hands. The Great Natuna Island will be my world and yours."

The wretched Indonesian Nanito said with a sinister smile, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of the Chinese.

"Dad, this is the secret message that big brother just sent back."

Zhang Yueshan took a telegram and hurried into the Zhang family's backyard and found his old father Zhang Chaozhong who was reading the almanac there.

"Eh? Show me quickly."

The old man grabbed the telegram and read it eagerly. There were not many words on the telegram, it was very simple: My son is doing well, and the motherland has sent a navy fleet to accompany him. It will arrive in one to two days. I wish my father all the best.

"Okay, okay, okay, Minshan is really good. I didn't expect that reinforcements, Yueshan, were actually brought back!"

"Hey, Dad."

"The self-help group you are responsible for must be extremely careful recently. There are signs that the Dutch may collude with the Indonesians in the past two days to do something. Don't make any mistakes at this critical moment."

"Don't worry, father, even if it is the worst case scenario, we have prepared contingency measures." Zhang Yueshan said confidently. The Chinese have suffered too many losses. From beginning to end, they can't fight with guns and cannons.

The Dutch were also bullied with machetes by the Indonesians. They suffered too much, and the Chinese were also prepared to resist.

"Well, the recent events in the plantation, let Songshan pay more attention to those Indonesian workers and give them a holiday. These people who were recruited out of necessity will sooner or later be a disaster." Zhang Chaozhong reminded him specifically about the plantation.

The condition for the Dutch authorities to allow the Chinese to operate some plantations on Hanzhong Island was that the Chinese had to recruit some Indonesians as workers and pay heavy taxes to the colonial authorities.

Now, Zhang Chaozhong, who has made up his mind, naturally refuses to keep those Indonesians in the plantation anymore.

However, the very next day, a small local atrocity was staged on Hanzhong Island. No one expected that this incident would be exploited by the Nanyang Chinese and the New China government.

It completely changed the situation in Nanyang.

In the past week, my thoughts have been stuck, and my writing has been extremely poor. Many readers have begun to threaten piracy in the book review area, or something like that. I want to ask, Xiaoyu, who has just received the certificate, is empty-handed. Don’t you know how valuable the royalties are? I can write it, but I don’t want to write more.
Chapter completed!