Chapter 525: All the mistakes are the fault of the local chieftain (Second update, please subscribe)

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

When the command sounded at the dock, Abdullah, a port officer who had studied at a British school in Singapore, hurried over and said.

"Special Envoy Zhao, Special Envoy Zhao, your sailors must return to the ship immediately and cannot go ashore at will!"

"Casually? I think Mr. Abdullah has misunderstood. As a special envoy, I should visit the Sultan!"

There is nothing wrong with this statement, as a visitor, it is only natural for a visitor to visit the host. Reciprocity is not the way to go.

"A visit to the Sultan?"

It's that simple, it's definitely impossible. Abdullah doesn't believe that their starting point is that simple.

"Yes!"

"But the Sultan, he's not in the city..."

Abdullah flatly refused, saying that the Sultan had no intention of meeting them at all.

"It's okay, I can go wait for him!"

The captain of the sailors reported.

"Report to the special envoy, the formation is complete."

Staring at Abdullah who was standing in front of him, and glancing at the dozen or so natives with rifles behind him, Zhao Yongfu sneered.

"Why, do you dare to stop me?"

"You, you..."

Abdullah's lips trembled slightly. He really didn't dare to stop him or shoot... He didn't have the courage because there were two ironclad ships behind him.

"Set off!"

Without paying any attention to Abdullah, Zhao Yongfu directly led fifty armed sailors in a line and went into the city to "visit" the Sultan.

At noon in Klang, the sun was shining brightly. The scorching sun made everyone feel lazy and tanned. At this time, most of the local natives had already gone to hide somewhere to enjoy the cool air. Only the Chinese shops were still open.

Suddenly, on the street, under the scorching sun at noon, the sleepy people looked up in confusion, as if they all felt the tremors coming from the ground.

The rumbling of orderly footsteps came from afar, and then got closer and closer. Even the most listless Malay inspector yawned, stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and soon a group of sailors in neat uniforms came into their sight. Although they were all sweating profusely from the equatorial sun, their steps were very neat, and their neat steps made a thudding sound on the cobblestone road of Klang City.

With their eyes determined and their bodies straight, the sailors carrying rifles marched into the city of Klang in neat steps.

The Malay inspector opened his eyes wide in shock and looked at the sailors in amazement!

He, why are they here?

Zhao Yongfu was walking in the queue. What was the thing that made him feel most unhappy at this moment?

It was the overseas Chinese in the surrounding area. They were obviously all there, but why did no one go to the dock to welcome the arrival of the fleet?

You should have received the news a long time ago!

No problem, you will be warmly welcomed soon.

With the two ironclad ships as his backing, he could lead the sailors so arrogantly and march in unison on the streets of Klang City!

Justice must be within the range of the cannon.

Of course, the powerful are also within the range of cannons!

On the way to the Sultan's Palace, a South China-style ancestral hall comes into view.

"Haishan Hall"

Looking at these three big words, Zhao Yongfu raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Alright! We're here!"

Then he spoke loudly.

"Since the Sultan is not here, I will meet the overseas Chinese leader here first!"

Abdullah, who had been following all the way, heard this and his heart skipped a beat. Just as he was shouting that something was wrong, he heard what was said over there.

"Report, the doors are not open!"

The door is not open?

Is it that easy to close the door and refuse visitors?

Zhao Fuyong sneered.

"Since the door isn't open, just break it open!"

…

In the Haishan Hall, everyone knelt down. The head of the Haishan Hall, Ye Yalai, knelt there, not daring to even breathe. The sweat on his forehead dripped onto the blue floor tiles, and even his silk clothes were stained by sweat. Most of the others were like this, and even the timid ones were trembling all over, with cold sweat all over their bodies as if they had been fished out of the water.

With his back to the crowd, he stared at the tablets enshrined in the Haishan Party Hall, such as the ancestor, the five sages, and the five ancestors.

"Master Ye, if I remember correctly, the Haishan Party originated from the Tiandihui!"

Zhao Fuyong's tone seemed very calm, but anyone could sense his dissatisfaction.

"Your Excellency, it is indeed so."

Despite being nervous, Yap Ah Loy still reported truthfully.

"What is the purpose of the Tiandihui?"

"Anti-Qing and Restore Ming!"

This purpose was said hundreds of years ago. Who would take it seriously now? But Ye Yalai didn't dare to say so, because this gentleman was from the Ming Dynasty court, and his troops had blocked them all here! If he said something wrong, it would be in vain even if he lost his life.

"What a great anti-Qing and restoration of Ming! If you are anti-Qing and restoration of Ming, then when the Ming warships came to visit, not only did you not allow merchants to welcome them, you even prohibited merchants from selling supplies to the fleet. Which Qing are you against, and which Ming are you restoring? Tell me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yalai, who was kneeling on the ground, kowtowed and cried out that he was injustice.

"The common people are innocent, the common people are innocent!"

"It's unfair. If you have any injustice, then tell us about it!"

Ye Ya said.

"Your Excellency, how can I not be happy that the Celestial Empire's warships are visiting us? I just hate that the local chieftain Sultan claimed that Your Excellency's visit seemed to be to mediate the civil war between Haishan and Yixing, but in fact, he wanted to pressure us and force us to negotiate with Yixing, and then profit from it!"

Zhao Yongfu shouted angrily.

"Ridiculous. I am a special envoy of the Ming Dynasty. How could I care about such a small profit?"

"Your Excellency is right. I replied to them in the same way. How could the Celestial Empire's envoys covet a little money? But I never thought that the local chieftain would be so vicious at this time. He said that if we welcome the fleet and sell supplies to the Celestial Empire's fleet, when the fleet leaves, he will not only kill all the people who sell supplies, but we, the common people, who make a living overseas, how can we resist the local chieftain? So, we can only, we can only do this..."

After saying this, Yap Ah Loy burst into tears. All he knew now was to put all the blame on Tengku Kudin Sultan. Even though they had formed an alliance to deal with his father-in-law Sultan Mahdi and the Ghee Hin Party in the past eight years, so what?

Now that we are under the gun, we have no choice but to bow our heads. The key is to get through this hurdle. As for Guding Sultan, what can the Ming army do to him?

The other kneeling Haishan Party leaders all pushed the responsibility to the local chief. They certainly knew what Ye Yalai meant. Now only the Sultan could take on this responsibility.

Daming is an official, and the Sultan is also an official. It’s just that the two of them are fighting with each other!

Is this true?

Looking at the people who were heartbroken and listening to their words of regret for having to submit to the local chieftain, Zhao Fuyong sneered in his heart.

It doesn’t matter, what matters is…the reason he needs has come!

As for the fault? It must be the fault of outsiders.

"Oh, I misunderstood you all. It must be very difficult for you to survive in a foreign land. How could I not know the sufferings? It's all because of the barbaric natives who bully my compatriots!"

No matter what they did in the past, when Zhao Fuyong said this, all the past was over. No one would investigate their past behavior anymore. All the mistakes were the fault of the natives, and had nothing to do with them. Everything they did was out of helplessness.

Is this a cover-up?

Of course it is to cover up.

But this is the basic rule that governs how the world works - if you don’t protect your own people, how can you protect foreigners?

Of course, we have to protect our own people! This is what a country should do, instead of treating the four nationals as grass like the Qing Dynasty, blindly protecting those foreign bastards, even if they are black, they are still foreigners.

Taking a step forward, Zhao Fuyong helped Ye Yalai up and comforted him.

"Everyone, rest assured. From now on, the Ming Dynasty will take charge of everything for you! The natives will never bully us again!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the hall, and then someone hurried in to report.

"Sir, it's bad, the native soldiers have surrounded us!"

(End of this chapter)