Chapter 1209: The Viper in the Dark (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
Every day in London starts with the same view.
While most people were still sleeping soundly, a rising sun jumped out from the distant horizon, gilding the thick clouds covering the city, creating the illusion of clear weather, and then disappeared without a trace.
In the early morning sunshine, Lawrence woke up. He looked at Dahome beside him, looked at his body, his eyes full of fascination. His Arabic name was Sheikh Ahmed, and he was his lover, all of him.
He had promised him that one day he would return Jerusalem to them, set the Arabs free, and allow them to pray freely in the Great Mosque.
Just defeat France and the Ming Dynasty!
The sunlight shone on Dahom's shoulders. Lawrence stretched out his hand with some fascination, wanting to touch him, when the shrill phone rang. He quickly stood up, put on his pajamas and went downstairs. After answering the phone, he heard a familiar voice.
It was Miss Lucy, Sir Mawson's secretary, the woman who had been flirting with him, and it seemed... she was also a good disguise.
Lawrence is well aware that his personal life is shady, but he indulges in it, but he knows that he needs a disguise.
"Perhaps you might consider it,"
After hanging up the phone, Lawrence hurriedly packed up and took a car to Sir Mossen's office without even having breakfast.
As soon as he entered the office, Sir Mossen came forward to greet him with a smile from the center of the office.
"Ah, come in, Lieutenant Colonel, please come in."
Sir Mawson said after Lawrence sat down.
"I have good news for you. Your plan has been implemented in Ecuador. It is very successful. Just as you said, it only takes one or two hundred pounds to get those bandits to kill the Ming people. So what's the next step? What else should we do? Should we continue?"
"No!"
Lawrence shook his head bluntly.
"Our next plan is to wait."
"Wait? You mean waiting for Daming's reaction as you said before?"
"How will the Ming Dynasty react if overseas Chinese are killed?"
Lawrence lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"They certainly won't say that Ecuador is too dangerous and ask the expatriates to evacuate to Quito or other big cities. If they do that, how can they continue to build railways and develop minerals? So they will never suffer in silence!"
Lawrence sneered.
"The Ming Empire was like all the European powers. Just like the Los Angeles incident, when faced with the killing of expatriates, they directly chose to bombard them. And it is well known that the Ming Empire favored expatriates."
In fact, it is not just the Ming Dynasty that protects overseas Chinese. The whole world is like this. Is there any country that does not protect its own people? Protecting the shortcomings is human nature. If they do not even protect their own people, but instead protect foreigners? I am afraid that only the "Qing Dynasty" can do this.
"So, if nothing unexpected happens, their ambassador will definitely negotiate with the Ecuadorian officials to ensure that this matter is thoroughly investigated and that the murderer is caught and brought to justice. If the Ecuadorian officials cannot give them a satisfactory answer, they will exert pressure through official channels, including sending a fleet. If the Ecuadorian officials are unable or unwilling to take necessary actions to protect the safety of Ming expatriates, then the Ming Empire may send troops into Ecuador. What will happen then? And this..."
Looking at the Jazz, Lawrence took a puff of his cigarette and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"This is what we need. We just need to let other countries see one thing - the various risks that may be brought about by signing a railway construction contract with the Ming Empire - with the construction of the railway, a large number of Ming merchants will enter, and the risks brought may even threaten their own rule. A group of bandits or anti-government forces killing a few Ming people will lead to the change of national regimes and even the demise of the country. By then, will Colombia and Venezuela still agree to sign the railway construction contract?"
Lawrence exhaled a puff of cigarette and said as the smoke dissipated.
"Of course, we all know that they are powerless to resist the Ming Empire. They will eventually agree under the pressure of the Ming Empire. What do we need? It is to let the whole world see the arrogance of the Ming Empire and their ambition for expansion. This is what we need."
"So now, all we need is to wait!"
Manson said, smoking a cigar.
"Yes! Wait! Wait for Daming to take action."
"What if their investigation finds that the robbers were instructed by someone else?"
"It doesn't matter."
Lawrence shook his head.
"First of all, they will never find anything related to us. Even if they do, so what? Who will believe it? We will not benefit from it, but the Ming Empire will definitely benefit from it - they will get more privileges and more rewards. God, maybe this matter was planned and directed by the Ming Empire itself. Who knows? Colombians, Venezuelans, and of course Ecuadorians, they all think so."
This is the viciousness of Lawrence's plan. His plan may not be very brilliant, but it puts the Ming Dynasty into a dilemma. No matter what choice is made, it will ultimately bring negative impact to the Ming Dynasty.
"Thank God, you are on our side!"
Sir Manson asked, smiling at Lawrence.
"By the way, do you have a plan for the thing I told you about last time?"
"There is already a plan..."
Lawrence nodded and continued.
He stayed for another 10 minutes, but Manson had learned most of what he needed to know, but he politely sent Lawrence out, just as he had welcomed him in. As soon as Lawrence left, Manson beckoned Miss Lucy over.
"Send a telegram to Bombay..."
After telling her the contents of the telegram, Manson specifically asked Ruth to pay attention to the telegram sent from the Ecuadorian Embassy.
Sometimes, some things don't even require waiting. The day after Sir Manson met Lawrence, a telegram from the British Embassy in Ecuador was delivered to Sir Manson. Looking at the content of the telegram, a smile appeared on Sir Manson's face.
"Lawrence really guessed it right. It seems that this venomous snake really made the right choice! It seems that he really made the right choice to let him implement this plan!"
Sir Manson was feeling proud. He tilted his head back into the shadows. In the shadows, his bald forehead looked like the forehead of a poisonous snake. He was spitting out his tongue in the shadows, staring coldly at his target...
(End of this chapter)
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