Chapter 262: Nanhua's Screws and American Blood (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
"Let him climb the gallows step by step by himself!"
After receiving Li Yaonan's secret message, Zhu Xianhai just said it casually.
The so-called "withdrawal" is actually just to let Bernardo Riquelme kill himself. If God wants to destroy people, he will make them crazy.
What does it mean to have high aspirations but low skills?
Some things are easier said than done. Bernardo Riquelme may be able to use the police to arrest those who oppose him and deal with them at will, but then what?
He never thought about how it would end.
Now all he has to do is wait until the conflict escalates to the point where Bernardo Riquelme can no longer handle it, and then leave the field.
"It's only been a few months..."
The Jian Nu know that they have to wait a year before showing their ambitions. We can wait that long!
Throwing the telegram aside, Zhu Xianhai stood up. The emperor had more important things to do.
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When Lin Yuehu walked over from the carriage, he looked up at the hotel in front of him. Under the bright electric lights, on both sides of the wide staircase were three flower hedges made of flowers. The flowers were so big that they looked like fake flowers. At the end of the flower hedge, in the dance hall above the steps, the cheerful sound of orchestral music kept floating over.
Today is the celebration banquet. What is different from the past is that Lin Yuehu is no longer wearing the clothes of a merchant ship captain, but a white navy uniform.
Just yesterday, the "Special Transport Company" announced its dissolution, and the Ghost Fleet was also disbanded. All crew members resumed their military status and became officers or non-commissioned officers of the Coast Guard.
“Finally home!”
While talking to himself, he walked into the banquet hall, where more than two hundred naval officers like him were sitting.
"Captain, you are here!"
As soon as Lin Yuehu entered, an officer came towards him and spoke enthusiastically.
"I didn't expect that we would meet here."
Zhao Yaozu saluted the captain. He was once the first mate on Lin Yuehu's ship, and he was promoted to captain last year.
"Yeah, I didn't expect to be with you. We'll have a chance to sit together in the future. My crew is waiting for me there..."
The so-called crew members are actually a few senior crew members on the "Ghost 6", such as the first mate, second mate, engineer, gunnery officer, boatswain, etc., all of whom are naval officers.
Only they were qualified to attend this banquet, a celebration banquet specially held for them. This banquet was held at the instruction of Zhu Xianhai to welcome these heroes of Nanhua back home.
"You are the first batch of captains and senior crew members trained by Nanhua..."
Standing on the rostrum, Zhu Xianhai was speaking while looking at the hundreds of naval officers standing below. They all looked very similar - their faces were tanned by the scorching sun, they had regular features, clear outlines, and thick beards. If they were smoking a pipe, no one would doubt that they were all old captains.
But in fact, they are all very young. They are the first batch of crew members trained by Nanhua and also the heroes of Nanhua.
"...In the past few years, there have been many legends about "sea ghosts" in the Atlantic. It is said that they are a group of guys who appear and disappear like ghosts. Without exception, they are all experts in the sea. They have repeatedly broken through the blockade of the US Northern Navy and transported the materials that the South urgently needs to the South. It is them..."
Zhu Xianhai paused, looked around at everyone and said.
"The Yankees in the United States said that they made the Americans bleed, and it was also them who enabled the South to fight, the Americans in the South said so. But what I want to say is that it is you, your efforts, sacrifices and selfless contributions that have made Nanhua what it is today!"
Looking at the officers in the banquet hall, Zhu Xianhai sighed.
"You have all witnessed what Nanhua looked like six years ago. At that time, Nanhua only had a few factories and was desolate. But what about now? Nanhua's population has long exceeded one million. Thousands of factories have hundreds of thousands of workers working day and night. The industrial products we produce have long been sold all over the world, and all this is due to you... Without you, without the "ghost ship on the sea" of the special transport company, we would not be able to transport supplies to the south in exchange for the funds and cotton needed for Nanhua's development..."
Since the outbreak of the Civil War, Zhu Xianhai has been committed to trade with the South, exporting tens of millions of dollars worth of military and civilian supplies to the southern United States, as well as an equivalent amount of cotton.
On the one hand, the North was bleeding from arms exports through the South, and on the other hand, it made extremely lucrative profits through the barter trade of arms and cotton. In the past few years, Nanhua has earned hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth, and the huge wealth has been transformed into immigration and industrial construction. It can be said that it was the blood shed by both the North and the South and the cotton of the South that promoted the industrial development of Nanhua.
"It can be said that every screw in the Nanhua factory has a drop of American blood! When every Chinese immigrant came to Nanhua on an immigration ship, there was an American corpse floating on the sea... We are grateful! Last Thanksgiving, I donated $100,000 worth of supplies to the United States in the name of the company to help the American people. After all, many Americans lost their loved ones in the war!"
Faced with the huge profits from arms and cotton smuggling, Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but celebrate a "Thanksgiving Day" last year - mainly to thank the American people for their generosity and selflessness.
"I must be grateful. Without the sacrifices of the American people, there would be no Nanhua today..."
The Marshal's gratitude made everyone, including Lin Yuehu, laugh. They laughed very happily. How could they not hear what this gratitude was?
It's just a satire on America!
A war that not only killed millions of Americans, but also exhausted the country's wealth. It was simply perfect!
But what about Nanhua? They made a lot of money in this war. As participants, how could they not know about it? Even they themselves accumulated a lot of wealth in the war.
"Of course, we need to be more grateful to you! It is your sacrifice and your dedication that have enabled Nanhua to have everything it has today. Thank you!"
Zhu Xianhai raised his glass high and spoke to the officers in the audience.
"Today let us drink the strong wine in our cups. Let us remember this day, this moment and this day of victory!"
After saying that, Zhu Xianhai laughed.
"Drink to victory!"
That night, Zhu Xianhai was drunk. He was very drunk. Of course, Lin Yuehu and the others were also drunk. This day was worth celebrating.
(End of this chapter)
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