Chapter 507 The Emperor Returns in Triumph (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Is Buenos Aires faithful?

This must be marked with a "?" sign. After all, this is a conquered city with 110,000 European residents living in it.

But since the city was captured last year, it has been changing at an astonishing rate. Areas destroyed in the war have been rebuilt, and the farmland on the outskirts has been turned into a huge construction site.

Factories have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain on this land, and correspondingly, a large number of Chinese residents have poured into the city.

In less than a year, the influx of more than 200,000 Chinese residents has brought tremendous changes to the city. What is the biggest change?

The city's population structure is changing rapidly. As early as half a year ago, the number of Chinese residents had exceeded that of European residents. More and more department stores and shops on the streets have replaced their doorplates with square Chinese characters, and more and more people are speaking Chinese. Whether people like it or not, change is inevitable.

"This place has become a South China city!"

Faced with such changes, many so-called locals complain and even laugh at those who speak broken Mandarin, but it is undeniable that if you want to find a good job, you must be able to speak Mandarin.

Like many people, Hidalgo is also learning Chinese. As a poet, he once loved Argentina very much, but now? He doesn't care much about these things. Even as a poet, he needs to support his family and find a job.

"Work. All I need is a job. But there aren't many jobs suitable for me, unless I'm willing to work as a laborer at the docks. Even there I need to be able to speak a few words of Chinese. After all, the overseers at the docks are of Chinese descent."

Hidalgo couldn't help but complain. Although he had been trying hard to learn Chinese, it was really too difficult to learn.

“So, as I said a long time ago, if you can’t speak Chinese in the future of Nanhua, you will definitely not be able to make any progress!”

Sandler picked up a newspaper and pointed to the large Chinese advertisements on the newspaper and said.

"Now, there are only two Spanish newspapers left in Putrajaya, but soon these two newspapers will disappear because more and more Chinese live here. Most of the advertisements in the newspapers are in Chinese, but who would buy a newspaper just to read the advertisements? In order to survive, those newspapers will eventually compromise with the market!"

As he spoke, Sandler looked at the pedestrians on the street, at those passers-by in work clothes, most of whom were of Chinese descent.

"After all, there are already 240,000 Chinese people in this city, but only 130,000 Europeans!"

“It’s only been a year, and there are so many people!”

Hidalgo was a little surprised.

"This is just the beginning. The factories they built outside the city will need at least hundreds of thousands of workers in the future. Just one shipyard will need tens of thousands of workers. In five years at most, this city may even have a population of millions. By then, the Hispanics here will be like the Indians back then, drowned in the millions of Chinese. Don't forget that many women will marry South Chinese men for a living. Soon, we will be like the Indians on this land back then. We will either blend in or disappear completely."

Although Hidalgo had no interest in the future fate of Argentina, his friend's words still made him worry about the future of Buenos Aires.

"Well, in that case..."

Hidalgo asked, looking at his friend.

“Is Buenos Aires at that time still Buenos Aires?”

…

Colorful flags were flying in the port of Buenos Aires on November 11, 1870. On the flagpole, a flag with the sun and the moon was fluttering in the wind.

The Sun-Moon Flag designed by Zhu Xianhai in France is the national flag of the Ming Dynasty. A few days ago, a mail ship that arrived in advance brought the pattern of the Sun-Moon Flag over. Zuo Zongtang, who had learned about His Majesty's "Letter to All Nations", immediately told the people through newspapers - the Ming Dynasty has been restored!

The Ming Dynasty has been restored, but the emperor has not yet returned.

While the people of the Ming Dynasty were cheering "The Ming Dynasty has been restored", everyone from Charlotte to Zuo Zongtang were cheering for the emperor's triumphant return.

On this day, all the officials of the Ming Dynasty rushed to the port. Not only Charlotte came, but Elizabeth, Monica, and Malena also came to the port.

Today is the day when His Majesty returns.

At 10 a.m., when the Friendship ironclad warship appeared at the end of the horizon, people on the dock all stood on tiptoe and stared into the distance. After a long while, the huge hull of the ironclad warship finally appeared, and people were amazed at the size of the warship.

The sound of cannon fire rang out!

His Majesty the Emperor has finally returned to his faithful Buenos Aires!

Loyal Buenos Aires, of course, welcomed His Majesty's return with a salute. The cannons on the fort fired in unison. These cannon shots were not only to welcome His Majesty, but also to welcome the soldiers returning from the expedition and to congratulate them on their victory.

"Is this the warship that Your Majesty exchanged in France?"

Charlotte asked as she looked at the approaching battleship.

"Yes, it only took twenty airships. It's a great deal!"

"He never does business at a loss. Even if he seems to be losing money now, he will make it back ten or twenty times in the future."

Elizabeth's lips curled up slightly, her eyes full of curiosity. She was curious about whether he had any unexpected gains during his trip to Paris. As a woman, she was also very gossipy.

They are there!

Zhu Xianhai, standing on the bridge, smiled more and more when he saw his women at the dock.

Finally back!

This trip is really not easy!

However, the harvest was still rich. Gold and silver were not important. The most important thing was that the Ming Dynasty had become a powerful country through this expedition, or was qualified to have a dialogue with the great powers on the same stage.

It took China more than a century to reach this point!

With the sound of a long whistle, the ironclad ship "Friendship" approached the pier. When the gangway was lowered, the band on the pier played military music. When the march of "The Triumph of the Victors" sounded, the gangway was lowered, and Charlotte led her son Zhu Zhenwu to the gangway, quietly waiting for His Majesty's return. The photographer came nearby with a camera and recorded this precious moment with his lens.

A moment later, a figure in white appeared above the gangway. Zhu Xianhai, wearing a naval officer's uniform, looked at his wife and children on the pier with a smile on his face. He walked down the gangway with brisk steps.

"His Majesty……"

Without waiting for Charlotte to salute, Zhu Xianhai picked up his son as soon as he got off the boat and gave her a hug. The people on the dock were stunned for a moment, and then there was thunderous applause and cheers.

At this moment, we are all just mortals.

"Thank you for your hard work during this period!"

Charlotte was hugged tightly by her husband, and after feeling his love for a while, she rationally let him go and said.

"Your Majesty, welcome back to Buenos Aires!"

Zhu Xianhai, who was holding his son, laughed out loud when he heard this.

"Charlotte, stop talking about Buenos Aires. There is no Buenos Aires in this world anymore."

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