Restarting life in Siheyuan

Boss Huang's question made several Chinese businessmen blush, and Boss Yu spoke awkwardly.

"Old Huang, stop talking. Compared to you, we are nothing. Well, time is running out. Let's stop talking nonsense. I also have to go and gather people."

A few bosses said hello and left quickly with their subordinates. Boss Huang was stunned and finally understood why these people came back.

"Not bad, you know how to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost. Mr. Zheng, there are quite a few people here, should we send someone to run ahead?"

Boss Huang and Zheng Dayong have met many times, and they both admire this serious but capable man.

"You're right, let's start now." Zheng Dayong nodded. There were already hundreds of people gathered in the yard. Everyone was very well behaved. So many people gathered together, but there was no noise at all. This Boss Huang was quite capable.

Zheng Dayong decided to split the team into two, one part would set up a simple cross-fire defense network in the residential areas around the compound according to his own requirements, and the other part would be led by Zheng Xiaojun to and from.

"Xiaojun, be careful along the way. Make a few more trips while the rebels are not here yet. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, big brother. I will complete the task." Zheng Xiaojun seemed very confident. Although the last trip took a lot of time, he cleared several levels, which made him look high-spirited.

"Go." Zheng Dayong patted his brother's shoulder. He should have brought his brother with him earlier so that he could take fewer detours. Fortunately, it is not too late for his brother to turn over a new leaf, but it may be difficult for him to return to China.

The convoy was on the road again. The sky was getting slightly brighter. Perhaps the disappearance of several checkpoints gave the worried people hope. On the road to the port area, many people were already on the road with their families. Small tricycles, horse-drawn carriages, and ox-drawn carts were everywhere.

"Captain, we can't drive like this."

The driving team member was a little anxious. They had only picked up less than 500 people on this trip, and they were told that there would be at least a thousand more behind them, so they would have to make several trips. In this situation, they would definitely encounter the rebels in the next few trips.

"They are all poor people. They are most likely our compatriots. Don't make it difficult for them. Let's do our best."

Zheng Dayong, who was still in the compound, also received the news unexpectedly.

"Boss Huang, is the news you said true?"

Boss Huang couldn't hide his joy. "It's absolutely true. I just got the news. Now the nearby rebels have all gone east. There's a war going on over there. We can take advantage of this opportunity to organize our compatriots in several nearby towns to retreat. This is a godsend opportunity."

Zheng Dayong was thinking, he knew that according to the plan, the cargo ship should have arrived and the port should have been controlled. This was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. There were tens of thousands of compatriots in several towns within dozens of kilometers nearby, so it was worth a try.

"Boss Huang, this is really good news. How about this? You guys hurry up and contact the Chinese merchants in the nearby towns. Everyone should hurry up and evacuate. I will notify Boss Zheng to send someone out to meet us."

As long as there are no rebels, even though we only have more than 200 guns, we should be able to maintain order in this area, not to mention that several police stations have been taken over.

Zheng Xun was also surprised to receive the walkie-talkie information from Zheng Dayong. After a little thought, he agreed with Zheng Dayong's suggestion. He only left about 20 guns to maintain order in the port area. The rest of the team was quickly divided into several small teams and rushed to several nearby towns to clear out the thugs and meet their compatriots.

"Hurry up and send out the new information."

Zheng Xun calmed himself and issued orders quickly. The business was too big now. Yesterday evening, he was only guarding one hotel. In just one night, he not only had to control the port area with nearly 20,000 people, but also had to send people to several nearby towns. The change was too big. Now he only had more than 200 trained team members, more than 200 young and strong people and people brought by several families. It was too difficult to control such a large area. Even after confiscating several police stations, he only had less than dozens of broken guns.

It is necessary to rely on these Chinese businessmen to organize joint defense teams to maintain stability in the port area. Although the rioters have been detained, as long as they lose the ability to suppress them by force, more incited indigenous people may become new rioters at any time.

This riot made Zheng Xun realize very clearly that this contradiction was ingrained in their bones. The hardworking Han people and the treacherous and lazy locals naturally had different rewards for their different efforts. The wealth gap naturally continued to widen, and the contradiction would erupt again with just a spark.

Not to mention how Zheng Xun planned to stabilize the situation, more than 200 kilometers away in the Batavia Hotel, Yang Zhen and his group of four reporters also fled back to the hotel in a panic. If it weren't for several bodyguards from the Black Forest, the four might have been attacked by thugs. These thugs didn't care whether you had a bald eagle passport or not. As long as they saw a Han face, they would howl and attack.

A tragedy was unfolding on the street, with countless thugs committing violence wantonly. Yang Zhen hated that she did not have His Highness' skills and could not rescue her compatriots in distress. Several mercenaries rescued her compatriots at her request. Watching her compatriots leave with thousands of thanks, Yang Zhen felt powerless. These people could escape the misfortune just now, but how many times could they survive in this hell on earth?

There was also chaos outside the city. The two armies were fighting fiercely. Supporters of both sides were quickly gathering from nearby towns, and the battle showed signs of getting out of control.

"Ms. Yang, you are right. We must find a way to send these photos out so that the whole world can see the chaos and madness here. Oh, God, what have we seen? These villains and devils should all go to hell!"

Unlike Yang Zhen who suppressed his anger and remained calm, the accompanying reporter Miss Jenny was venting her emotions in indignation. She had never seen such a tragic scene in the world. It was unbelievable. This was the capital! The capital!

The chaos here is far from comparable to that of the port area more than 200 kilometers away. The rebels have occupied this place, which is the core of all the unrest and riots. Now the conservative armed forces are gathering in the east to counterattack, but Yang Zhen is not optimistic. The gap in strength between the two sides is too big. It is not easy for a team of 36,000 people to break through the defense of a legion of nearly 100,000 people.

It is imperative to follow His Highness's arrangement and publish this valuable first-hand information in newspapers as soon as possible, to awaken our compatriots around the world and to let the whole world see the true face of this place.

The hotel was relatively peaceful. After all, it was the largest hotel in the capital and there were no thugs or rebels disturbing it. It was mainly used to receive foreign guests and had not been attacked yet.

After a short rest, several people began to discuss. It would be difficult to send out these photos now. The whole city was under news control. If the films were not hidden on several mercenaries, they would not be able to escape from the mob. The mob did not dare to provoke the armed white masters.

"Now we can only think of a way out at the airport. As long as we can board a civil flight to Hong Kong, it will be considered a success."

Thinking of Miss Wu's instructions, Yang Zhen calmed down and made arrangements in a low voice. This team was specially created for her by Mr. Webster, and she was the temporary person in charge. "As reporters, we definitely cannot bring photos on board, so this time we can only entrust Mr. Wayne. Please make sure to send these photos to Hong Kong. Please."

The white man quickly stood up and said, "Thank you for your trust, Miss Yang. I will fulfill your wish."

A few days later, Zhu Xuefeng finally received new news. The development of the incident was indeed beyond his expectations. He had only learned about this tragedy from the Internet and was not clear about the development of the situation. Now Zheng Xun and his colleagues were under great pressure, but without the right forces to support them, they could only rely on their own organization to maintain the situation.

The photos and news reports sent by Yang Zhen have arrived in Hong Kong and are being arranged to be published in newspapers. The news she sent made Zhu Xuefeng feel deeply guilty. There were more Han people over there and millions of compatriots were suffering, but he let Zheng Xun make a small fuss in the small seaport area more than 200 kilometers away, and more compatriots had no hope of escape.

After considering for a long time, Zhu Xuefeng decided to play a big game. At the same time, he had to give certain support to Zheng Xun in the Harbor District. The rebels would sooner or later discover their existence, and this amount of force was indeed insufficient to maintain such a large area.

Two days later, two more merchant ships from Hong Kong and Fuso rushed to the Bandiran Port. As expected, the Bandiran Port had fallen into the hands of mercenaries. The freighters were unloading cargo. According to the requirements, half of these materials had to be unloaded and delivered to Zheng Xun. They had to stay here like nails and keep accepting the retreating compatriots.

Under the strong coordination of Chinese businessmen, the Han people in the entire harbor area have been organized and organized. Several nearby towns are also accelerating their evacuation. As long as those are willing to leave, Zheng Xun will do his best to help them. The population of the harbor area is exploding, and ocean-going freighters are also evacuating in an orderly manner. However, more people have only evacuated to the harbor area and have not made up their minds to leave.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Another batch of cargo ships arrived at the port, and Zheng Xun unexpectedly met Chen Dong. The boss actually came from Hong Kong.

Chen Dong looked at the second brother, whom he had rarely seen in the past few years. He seemed to have changed a lot. "Let's go to your territory and have a chat. Mr. Zhu has new arrangements, and someone from Fuso will be coming tomorrow."

Zheng Xun was overjoyed. He saw that there were a lot of people coming densely behind Chen Dong. Although they had no weapons, these people were definitely more useful than the suffering compatriots who were temporarily gathered.

He said cheerfully, "Boss, you are helping me in my time of need. Let's go and have a drink. You don't know how worried I have been these past few days. I haven't had a good night's sleep for several days."

After the Fuso team arrived, they did not stop but directly took away nearly three thousand thugs. These people would be sent to Guano Island and would not be able to come back for ten or twenty years. The Yakawa family would be responsible for supervising and teaching these people. It is conceivable that the small Guano Island will win a large-scale "peaceful" production.

In fact, Zheng Xun was happy too early. The news brought by Chen Dong made him silent for a long time. He changed the plan again as required. Chen Dong left more than 200 young and strong men to help maintain order and transferred nearly 5,000 refugees by cargo ship. The rest of the fleet did not stay, including the inexplicable team at the port, which also quietly left the port with the 10,000-ton ocean-going freighter and headed east.

Correspondingly, the fleet that had been drifting in the open sea also quietly set sail. Zheng Xun was a little nervous. Without his backing, the pressure here was even greater.

"Commander, don't worry. We have the support of several major Chinese merchant families. As long as we don't encounter a large-scale attack, it won't be a big problem. If it doesn't work, we can retreat to the harbor area. We already have more than 300 guns and 2,000 young men. I am confident that I can hold out until the fleet returns."

Zheng Xun smiled bitterly, "Brother, our goal is to stay here. We can't retreat just because the fleet comes back. Before new instructions, we have to rely on this small number of people to hold on. It's very difficult."

"Call a meeting of several families, send all the women and children away, and I will take people to sweep the area. We will definitely be able to get some weapons." Zheng Dayong already had a goal. According to his plan, as long as the organization was strong, he would definitely be able to get some weapons. The Harbor District was not short of people, but guns.

Song Yan was staring at the instructions in his hand in a daze. The commander's move was too big. Not only was he going to send semi-automatic rifles, but also machine guns and rockets. He was going to cause trouble. This was enough to start a small war.

"Old Yang, look, your Highness has given orders. Hurry up and prepare. We need to load the ship and set off today."

Yang Maosheng took the secret instruction and read it carefully.

"I understand. I'll arrange it right away." Yang Maosheng left in a hurry. He was very busy now. The temporary residential area that His Highness had secretly ordered had not yet been completed, but the instructions made it clear that the first batch of refugees would arrive in a few days, and would be followed by a steady stream of fellow victims.

Moreover, the scale of the first phase was adjusted from the originally planned 50,000 to 100,000, which is a headache. The resettlement of residential areas, food, jobs, etc. has to be urgently adjusted again. Fortunately, it is not all at once, otherwise, even the current autonomous region will not be able to cope with it.

But this is a good thing. The addition of these people will greatly increase the proportion of Han people, which is something the Yang family is very happy to see. The hardworking Han people will surely accelerate the development of the autonomous region.

Zhu Xuefeng, who had issued a large number of instructions, was not idle either. He had already secretly rushed to Hong Kong with Qiu Hong. Since they were going to have a big show, he had to be there.

"My Lord, are you going to the front line yourself? You know that wolves are in the city and dragons are in the wild. The prince should protect his precious body."

"I know, but since you're here, I can go anywhere." Zhu Xuefeng answered casually without opening his eyes. Qiu Hong could only shut up and silently look at the flight attendant not far away.

"You should take a rest too. This is our own flight, don't worry." Although Zhu Xuefeng closed his eyes, he could still clearly feel Qiu Hong's every move. The flight attendants looked at him from time to time because they recognized their boss.

After hearing this, Qiu Hong imitated the man, leaned back, closed her eyes slightly and took a rest.

In the villa in Repulse Bay, Zhu Xuefeng was making arrangements. "Qianqian, no matter what method I use, I want to let Hong Kong's newspapers, radio stations, and televisions expose the truth first, and let the news spread throughout Southeast Asia. When Yang Zhen's team returns, I will cooperate with her to spread the news to North America and Europe."

"Master, we have contacted Shaw Brothers and the Evening News. Everyone is extremely shocked and indignant. We are urgently typesetting and editing now. It should be broadcast in tomorrow's Evening News and on TV in the evening. When Yang Zhen comes back, the TV station will also have a special interview."

Zhu Xuefeng nodded. Wu Qianqian now has strong communication skills. Of course, this is also due to the scale and voice of Dongsheng Company. Now the total population of Hong Kong is less than four million, and the number of employees who can directly serve Dongsheng Company has exceeded 150,000, which is close to 4%.

(End of this chapter)