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Chapter 1574: British Showdown (Second update, please subscribe)

A Borneo Air C707 aircraft flying over the Middle East.

Sitting in the first class cabin, Li Guoren was flipping through the documents in his hands. He went to the UK this time to attend the Commonwealth meeting as a representative of SEA.

"The East African Federation."

Li Guoren raised his brows slightly while muttering this term. For Britain, the East African Federation was an effort to retain its colonies, while for SEA, it was the beginning of its full involvement in East Africa.

"15%..."

According to the secret agreement reached by both parties, in the future East African Federal Parliament, the Chinese will have 15% of the seats, while the Europeans will have 25%, the Indians will have 4%, and as for Africans, who have the largest population, they will naturally have 56% of the seats.

In fact, this is where the British are cunning. Even though Africans hold 56% of the seats, in reality, it means almost nothing.

These 56% of seats are shared by Africans from Kenya and Tanzania. In order to ensure fairness in the federation, each side holds 28% of the seats.

It does seem very fair, and almost impeccable. But in fact, this is a British conspiracy. Because there is a huge disparity between the population and economy of the two regions, the region with a larger population will think that it has suffered a loss, and the economically developed region will also think that it has suffered a loss.

This also makes it impossible for the two sides to work together, and the Africans, who seem to have the majority of seats, are actually divided.

On the other hand, Europeans, who apparently only hold 25% of the seats, plus 15% of Tangshan people, just reach the lower limit for forming a cabinet. Although it is necessary to win over Indians and some Africans, it is certain that within this framework, Europeans and Tangshan people will occupy an absolute dominant position.

Within this framework, not only will Indians actively cooperate with them, but even some African Americans will choose to cooperate with them because of their differences.

Moreover, the interests of both sides are interlinked - in both regions, Europeans, led by the British, own large farms, while the Tangshan people mainly own corporate farms.

"They control 70% of the land. Well... this is the premise for cooperation between the two sides. Their interests are shared."

Li Guoren nodded, this is the premise of cooperation. Of course, another reason is that East Africa needs the military support of SEA.

Even the Queen of England needs such support to protect the crown of Prince Andrew, no, the future King Andrew I.

"Andrew I.,"

"East African Federation"

“Company’s interest in land”

……

Li Guoren kept outlining these in the report all the way, and by the time the plane landed at London Airport, he hadn't even reacted.

Like an ordinary passenger, he packed his things and put the documents and reports into his briefcase. Then, Li Guoren left with the briefcase. After walking out of the cabin door, he met up with several other staff members.

Because, according to relevant regulations, his attaché level does not allow him to travel in business class, but the attaché and crew were already waiting for him there.

"Director, the British Foreign Secretary has arrived at the airport."

They came here on a regular flight, but equal reception was still indispensable. After a simple airport welcome, Li Guoren got on the representative office's car. As soon as he got on the car, the representative office's security personnel reported:

"Director, we have received a security alert that a terrorist organization may launch a terrorist attack in London during the conference. Therefore, during your visit to London, we hope that you can fully cooperate with our work and we will be responsible for your safety."

Li Guoren was somewhat surprised by the security personnel's report.

"What? Terrorist attack. Is the intelligence source accurate?"

The security officer replied.

"The intelligence source is very accurate."

Are there terrorists planning to launch a terrorist attack? The sudden news made Li Guoren frown.

"Why at this time? What is their purpose?"

It is inevitable that any terrorist attacks have their political aspirations.

Compared to when the terrorist attack will occur and what kind of casualties it may cause, Li Guoren is more concerned about the purpose of the terrorist attack.

This is a very sensitive period. The African Conference was held to discuss the future of African colonies, and suddenly terrorists appeared at this time.

Will it have any impact on the meeting?

While Li Guoren was thinking about this, on the South Bank of London, there is the largest abandoned port dock and old industrial area in London. More than ten years ago, London City Hall planned to turn it into a modern art and exhibition area, and it has achieved certain results, attracting many artists to settle here.

However, this is still the largest slum in London. It is a mixed bag with all kinds of people living here. In addition to ordinary workers, there are many outsiders. Most of them are blacks or Indians from the colonies, and many of them are illegal immigrants.

These illegal immigrants in London do jobs that ordinary people are unwilling to do, and they are at the bottom of society.

It is also because of this that they suffer various kinds of discrimination.

"discriminate!"

In a dilapidated house, Jasim looked at the people in front of him and said:

“In Britain, in London, we Africans suffered all kinds of discrimination. To them, our skin color determined our fate. In their eyes, we were just laborers on the plantations, we were just servants in the rooms.

Those white people took over our country, enslaved our people, and took our land. That's what they did over the years."

As soon as Jasim finished speaking, the people in the room nodded excitedly.

"That's right! That's right! That's it!" "The reason why we are so poor is because of the oppression of those white people."

“How could we be so poor without those white people?”

Looking at the excited crowd, Jasim continued:

“Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Now those white people not only have no intention of giving up their colonies, but they even want to use the so-called East African Federation to decide the fate of us Africans.

Can we tolerate this?"

"Can't! Can't!"

The people in the room shouted excitedly. Because of the dim light, their skin color almost blended with the shadows. If it weren't for the contrasting sheen of their skin, and their white eyeballs and teeth, it would be almost impossible to distinguish the people in the room.

"So in this situation, we have to make our voices heard."

Jasim looked at the people in front of him and said in a rather affirmative tone.

"Let us raise our voices and tell them that we, the Africans, will never allow them to dictate our destiny."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone asked.

"Jassem, what should we do? No matter what we say, they will never listen to us. When we distribute leaflets on the streets, their police will even arrest us and beat us with batons."

"Yeah, damn white people, they don't give a shit about us."

"Yes, you are right."

Jasim nodded.

"Those British people are blind and deaf. They can't hear us talking, and they can't see what we're going through. We want them to hear what we say, and we want them to see the oppression we're going through.

We have to find another way.”

Jasim paused for a moment, looked at the people in front of him and spoke in a firm tone.

"We want these blind and deaf people to hear our voices and face up to our plight. We must shoot, and we must use the sound of gunfire and artillery fire to tell them everything."

"Yes, that's what we should do. Just like when the Algerians were fighting for independence, they placed bombs all over Paris. In the end, the French had no choice but to agree to their independence."

"They can plant a bomb, and so can we."

All the people in the time room were excitedly offering suggestions and expressing their opinions.

When talking about planting bombs, they were excited, as if they longed for it deep in their bones, longed for violence, longed for killing.

Jasim had expected everyone's reaction. He looked at everyone, expressed his agreement with their suggestions, and continued the meeting with them.

This meeting lasted from dusk till late at night, and only after the meeting was over did these people leave the room.

As they left the room, someone in a building across the street kept taking pictures of the people leaving with a camera.

Of course, these people know nothing about this.

"I didn't expect Shiratori's work would go so smoothly."

The reason why I feel so emotional is that since Shiratori came back from there a few months ago, his work speed has been amazing. He quickly established his own organization and developed hundreds of members, and even established his own armed forces.

This speed even far exceeded their original plan.

"It's simple, just have money."

After taking a cigarette out of the box and lighting it, Statham looked at the house opposite and said.

"Those people were very generous and gave him U.S. dollars in cash. With the money, he was able to carry out activities in the university and the South District. There are thousands of Africans living here, and all of them are his potential assistants."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Statham looked at the slum area silently, and then said:

"All he needs to do is stir up discontent among these people and then manipulate them. When the time is right, he can return to Africa."

In fact, the core of implementing all plans is money. As long as there is money, the plan can be promoted. And now, Jasim has sufficient funds.

Listening to the leader's analysis, the person next to him asked:
"How will they return to Africa?"

"Of course, in a way that his financial backers would like to see."

Statham, with a cigarette in his mouth, smiled and said:
"It's just that no one knows that he's just a Trojan Horse."

After saying this, Statham continued.

"Now all we have to do is wait."

After saying that, Statham raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the house opposite with a smile.

It seems to be waiting for something.

At this time, Statham took another deep puff of his cigarette and said:
"Soon, something big will happen."

(End of this chapter)