Chapter 411 Do you want the Sudan to give it to you?
Johor is a large state in Malaya, covering an area of about 20,000 square kilometers. It is located between Malacca and Singapore. Most of the land in Johor is plains with flat ground and small undulations. There are many rivers passing through it, making it the most suitable place for planting in the whole of Malaya.
The state is dotted with rubber plantations, plantations, spice gardens, tobacco plantations, and palm plantations, and has abundant forest resources.
New Mountain City.
The capital of Johor state.
Also known as Johor Bahru.
Located at the southernmost tip of Johor, it is separated from Singapore by only a strait. Singapore was separated from Johor in the past.
At this moment, Huang Henian, his son, and dozens of managers and factory directors of the Huang family are all in Johor Bahru, strictly speaking, in Johor Bahru Prison.
The prison was very dirty and messy.
There's not even a bed.
People could only sit on the stone floor. At this moment, Huang Henian's son Huang Linghui was in a very bad condition and had a high fever.
Huang Linghui had learned martial arts and was young and hot-blooded. He always rushed to the front when fighting with the Malays. This made many Huang family workers admire him. It was because of the leadership of the Huang family that the workers dared to fight back.
A big fight broke out during the second conflict. Although Huang Linghui was quite skilled, he was ambushed and hit on the head with a stick.
Fortunately, there is no danger to life.
But after the conflict ended, the Johor military police arrived immediately, and Huang Linghui was thrown into prison without even having time to receive treatment. The next day, the wound became infected and Huang Linghui started to have a fever, which lasted for two days.
“Pah pah pah pah~~!”
Huang Xinnian slammed the cell door hard, "Someone come, someone come quickly."
Soon someone came over. It was a Malay with a pointed face and monkey cheeks. He said in Malay: "Why, have you figured it out? Do you want to sign?"
"My son has a high fever and needs medical treatment," said Huang Henian.
The man with the pointed nose and monkey cheek chuckled twice. "As long as you sign, you can go out and take him to see a doctor."
"You guys, you are robbing and plundering." Huang Henian said angrily.
The Malayans' goal was to seize the Huang family's property. After they were captured, someone found Huang Henian and handed him an agreement.
According to the agreement, all the land, rubber plantations, plantations and processing factories belonging to the Huang family in Johor were purchased for 10,000 pounds.
Giving only 10,000 pounds to an industry worth millions of dollars is no different from robbery.
The Huang family has been in Malaya for three generations and several decades since they came here. It is the result of the hard work of several generations to build up the current family business. How could Huang Henian be willing to give up? Naturally, he would not sign.
The other party locked him up to force him to submit.
Now that Huang Linghui had a high fever, the Malays had more money to extort. When Huang Henian asked for treatment for his son, they required him to sign a consent form before receiving treatment.
"If you sign, your son can live and you can leave. If you don't sign, your son will die of illness and then what's the point of you keeping so much money?" The man with the pointed chin and monkey face said jokingly.
After saying that, he took out the agreement from his pocket and waved it in front of Huang Henian.
"Do you want to sign?"
Huang Henian's teeth are about to break.
So what if you have money?
At this moment, he is like a fattened lamb, at the mercy of others. Without power and force, others can seize your property at will.
Huang Henian was very unwilling.
Huang Henian didn't say anything for a long time. He smiled with his sharp-nosed and monkey-cheeked face, turned around and walked out, with a look of confidence on his face.
"If you don't sign, then just wait. I don't think your son will survive for more than a day or two."
The man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks had already walked to the door and was about to leave. Huang Henian took a look at his son with burnt and cracked lips, and his heart was filled with grief.
yes,
If the son dies,
What's the point of keeping money?
"Wait, I'll sign." Huang Henian finally shouted out these humiliating words.
The Chinese managers in the surrounding supervisory rooms all lowered their heads.
In the end, you can't beat them.
With a smug smile on his face, the man turned around and went back to Huang Henian's office. "Is that right? Sign it, and you can all leave."
As he spoke, he passed the agreement over the fence and considerately slipped a pen inside.
Huang Henian's hand holding the pen was shaking a little. An extremely bitter feeling was churning in his heart. He gritted his teeth and signed his name.
The signature was finally completed.
Pass the agreement to the other party.
"Can you let us go now?" Huang Henian said.
The man with the pointed nose and monkey cheeks checked the signature and stuffed the agreement into his pocket. He laughed and said, "Wait, let's talk about it after we have completed the formalities."
Huang Henian’s eyes widened.
He felt cheated.
Holding the railing with both hands, he shouted, "My son has been burning for two or three days. He must be treated as soon as possible. You said you would let us go if we signed the document!"
"Haha, did I say that? I don't remember."
The man with pointed chin and monkey cheeks looked at Huang Henian with smugness.
"Asshole, asshole, you didn't keep your promise~!"
Huang Henian cursed angrily.
He has always been a very cultured person and seldom cursed anyone in his life, but this time he really couldn't help it and was extremely angry.
I have handed over all my property, what else do you want?
Huang Henian stretched out his hand to grab the man with the pointed nose and monkey cheeks, but he dodged backwards. When the prison guard next to him saw this, he stepped forward with a stick and poked Huang Henian hard with it to make him retreat.
Huang Henian no longer felt the pain at this moment, and just wanted to grab the despicable man in front of him and bite him.
When the Huang family's manager in the cell saw this, he quickly went up to pull Huang Henian and said, "Master, Master, come back quickly."
They were afraid that if this continued, Huang Henian would also be beaten to death by the enemy.
The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man looked at the extremely vicious Huang Xinnian with pride in his eyes. These Chinese are rich, smart and capable, so what? They still have to be disciplined.
The man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks left.
Huang Henian knelt beside his son, looking at his son who was pale and in extreme pain, tears falling down his face. He did not regret losing his family property, but only regretted not making preparations earlier, thinking that these Malays would not do anything too ruthless and he would always be able to survive.
But now,
They just want to push you into a dead end.
The Huang family is now in this situation because of his inconsideration, his weakness, and his belief that he still has some conscience.
But I don’t know that in this world,
There are jackals everywhere.
They want to eat people.
......
The Sultan's Palace in Johor.
It is called a palace, but in fact it is just a manor. The current Sultan of Johor is called Ismail, who is in his forties and has four wives and two sons.
After the Federation of Malaysia was established, Malaysia had 9 kings, one of whom was Ismail.
At this moment, Ismay was sitting under a tree enjoying the cool air, with several maids serving her.
The man with the pointed chin and monkey face came over and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Huang Henian has signed it." Then he handed the agreement over.
Yismai was delighted and took the agreement with a smile and started to read it.
In fact, he could not quite understand the agreement, but he knew how to sign. As long as he signed, the Huang family's property would belong to him, which was worth millions of dollars.
"Have you finally surrendered? Haha, you did a good job. Find someone to take over those manors and businesses. Now they are all mine." The Sudan ordered.
"Okay, Your Majesty, but what about those people from the Huang family? Do we still need to lock them up?" asked the man with the pointed chin and monkey face.
Yisimai smiled coldly, "Of course we have to lock them up. We'll keep them for a year first, and then we'll talk about it after we completely take over the industry."
"And they still have some money left, which we can slowly squeeze out later."
"The son of Huang Henian has a high fever now. I'm afraid he will die if he doesn't get treatment. Do you need to see him?" asked the man with the pointed chin and monkey face.
"No need. Death is normal. Those people deserved to die. I'm detaining them now because I'm afraid it would be difficult to explain to the British if I killed them directly. Otherwise, I would have sent people to kill them all and robbed their properties. It would be much more unpleasant than signing these agreements." The Sultan said fiercely.
"I understand, Your Majesty the Sultan. I will go and take over those industries now." The man with the pointed chin and monkey cheek bowed and left.
......
Singapore.
A small manor.
A car drove into the manor and parked directly in the garage. The door opened and several foreigners in black got out. They dragged another person out of the car. The person had a black hood on his head and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.
The man was not tall, and was carried to the living room by a few strong foreign men like a chicken.
Standing in the living room,
The body shook like chaff in a sieve.
He was originally planning to go out for some fun, but just as he left home and before he got into the car, he was grabbed by a group of strong foreign men, put in cloth bags, handcuffed, and thrown into the car.
He originally wanted to shout for help.
But he immediately felt the cold muzzle of a gun against his neck and was too frightened to make a sound.
“Swish~!”
The black cloth cover was pulled off.
Reveal this person's face.
He is about forty years old, with dark skin and typical Malay appearance. If anyone has seen Sultan Ismail of Johor, they will find that this man is somewhat similar to Ismail.
"Your name is Maha?" asked a middle-aged foreigner opposite.
"Yes, my name is Maha."
"You are Ismay's younger brother."
"Yes, what do you want to talk to me about?" Maha asked tremblingly.
"Do you want to be a sultan?"
Maha was stunned.
"Sultan, I may have had a chance before, but now it is not my turn. When my father was alive, I was second in line. After passing the throne to Ismail, my rank dropped one place for every son he had. Now Ismail has two sons, and I can only be fourth. Even if Ismail dies, I cannot become the Sultan."
The foreigner smiled.
"I only ask you if you want to be the sultan. If you say no, I will kill you and find the fifth in line to the throne."
Maha shuddered with fear.
The other party has made it clear that if you don't agree, there will be only one outcome, and that is death.
Maha gritted his teeth.
"Of course I did. I have thought about it since I was a child. Just because I was born a year later than Ismay, I will always be ranked behind him. He got the throne and all the family property, but I can only receive a pitiful living allowance every year. Why? Just because he was born a year earlier."
In ancient times, there were nine dragons fighting for the throne.
This kind of struggle for the throne has never ceased since ancient times. As the runner-up for a thousand years, Maha naturally feels aggrieved.
The eldest brother inherited all the property, but he could only get a pitiful living allowance. Every time he took money, it was like begging. During the New Year and other festivals, he had to bow respectfully to the eldest brother, otherwise he would stop his living allowance.
This feeling of frustration has been burning Maha's heart.
This is also the main reason why he moved to Singapore.
"We can help you become the Sultan of Johor, but we have conditions," said the middle-aged foreigner.
"What conditions? I have nothing now." Maha said.
"Of course I know you have nothing. Let's do it first and settle the bill later. After it's done, we want half of all the assets in Johor, including land and population, and we can choose the location." said the middle-aged foreigner.
This condition scared Maha.
It is said that the lion has a big mouth, and the other party’s appetite is also too big.
"Half? You're asking for too much." Maha said in surprise.
The middle-aged foreigner smiled coldly, "You don't even have half of it now, right? If no one helps you, you will only be a parasite in this life, an existence that will always kneel at the feet of Ismay."
Maha immediately realized his situation.
Yes,
These are not yours, so why should you feel bad about them?
What ancestral heritage?
There's no share for me.
If I succeed, I can get half and become Sultan.
"Okay, I promise you." Maha replied.
The middle-aged foreigner smiled and said, "Remember this agreement. I will come back to you after the matter is done." Then he said to the strong man beside him, "Okay, you can send him back."
Maha was a little dumbfounded.
"You guys, don't you need an agreement or anything? Just say one sentence and it's done. Aren't you afraid that I will go back on my word later?" Maha asked doubtfully.
“Hehe~~~”
The middle-aged foreigner laughed and said, "A paper agreement can be torn up at will. Besides, can our agreement be put on the table?"
"Everything in this world is determined by strength. We dare to kill even the current Sultan. Even if you become the Sultan, what does it matter? If you regret it, the worst that can happen is that we will kill you and let your next brother inherit the family property. I believe there will always be someone who agrees."
Maha shuddered.
The other party is right. If they dare to kill the current Sultan, why not kill another one? I believe that killing him will be much easier than killing his brother.
"I~~I will keep my promise." Maha said immediately.
"I believe you will too. Well, let's look forward to seeing each other next time." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
Maha was sent back to his home. When he got home, he was still very excited and couldn't calm down for a long time. He used to be just a salted fish in the family, but now he also has the opportunity to become a sultan.
He knows,
I have nothing, and the other party only values my status.
What does it matter if he gives up half of Johor's assets? As long as he gets the other half, he can still become the Sultan of Johor. Even if he only has half of Johor's land, he will still have more than most other sultans.
The more Maha thought about it, the more excited he became. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.