(The sequence number of the previous chapter was wrong. The author does not have the authority to change the title. I can only change it when the editor goes to work tomorrow.)
More than a thousand Xiangshan people gathered outside the gate of Macau, carrying carrying poles, wooden sticks, and machetes, shouting angrily and demanding that the red-haired devils hand over the murderer.
Fortunately, someone informed the Portuguese guards and they closed the gate in time. Otherwise, these people would have rushed into the city and started smashing, looting and setting fire to everything before they could react.
But this also scared the Portuguese enough. Domingo, the commander of the Macau fleet and municipal official who rushed to the scene after hearing the news, was hit on the head by a stone thrown from outside as soon as he climbed up the tower.
He covered his bleeding forehead, pointed outside and roared, "Who knows what's wrong with them?"
All the subordinates quickly shook their heads. God knows what has gone wrong for them?
"Only the Ming people themselves understand their own affairs." Major Alfonso, who had spent some time on Chongming Island in the Ming Dynasty, felt that the difference between the two sides was as big as two species. He laughed at himself in his heart, thinking that the Ming people had always regarded us as monkeys.
"Let's ask Jeffrey to talk to them," Alfonso suggested. Jeffrey was Lin Hongzhong's Christian name.
"Damn it, didn't you know that Jeffrey went to see their governor?" Domingo said unhappily while being bandaged, "I don't think they have the ability to attack us. You stay here first, and don't shoot unless it's absolutely necessary."
Alfonso nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't give the Ming Dynasty people an excuse to take back Macau."
"I understand." Domingo nodded and went down the tower. He had to go back and treat the wound to avoid inflammation, which would kill him.
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Outside Macau, the people of Xiangshan shouted until noon, and there were actually many old men pushing carts to bring them water and dry food.
"Come on, everyone, fill your stomach first. Eat as much as you want for free. Once you are full, you will have the energy to continue fighting the red-haired devils!" the old men pushing the carts shouted loudly.
"They really provide meals?" The crowd was surprised and said, "Oh, and they are big buns!"
They didn't even bother to protest and started scrambling around the truck to get it open.
"Don't rush, don't rush, there's plenty!" The food delivery manager pointed to a large ship with several wisps of smoke coming out of it not far behind him and said, "Our boss brought a shipload of flour, slaughtered twenty pigs, and hired ten chefs to make dumplings for everyone on the ship. I guarantee that everyone will be left with nothing!"
This is quite effective. At least people don't put it in their pockets. The buns are so hot when they are just out of the pot. Many people's nipples are red from the heat...
They grabbed three or five buns in each hand, ate them ravenously, and asked worriedly, "Will you still take care of dinner?"
"Yes. Two meals a day for a month!" said the manager proudly.
"That's great. Let's invite the whole family to come and eat tomorrow..." The people were happier than during the Chinese New Year. They asked a little embarrassedly, "What do you want us to do? Just tell me."
"Didn't I tell you this long ago? You just need to block the door, don't do anything else." The manager said with a smile, "Don't be impulsive. Safety first, safety first!"
"What a living Bodhisattva!" The people's favorable impression of these guys who forced them to block the door increased dramatically.
I thought they were going to cheat, but it turned out they weren't. What else is there to say? After eating and drinking, I continued to curse!
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Among the crowd blocking the door was the middle-aged boatman who had taken out Victory brand cigarettes and incited the young people on the flower boat that night.
In fact, that one action had already exposed his identity. Because currently in the world, only Jiangnan Group produces cigarettes, and it does not sell them to the outside world.
The more EQ-savvy version is that Victory brand cigarettes are currently only supplied to the Coast Guard, implementing the guiding ideology of "police love the people, people support the police."
The low EQ statement is that they don't know if this thing has a market, so they use the coast guard officers and soldiers who are in urgent need of entertainment as guinea pigs...
This middle-aged boatman was able to get special cigarettes because he had been captured by the coast guard.
A few months ago, when Master Zhao was on his first trip to Chaozhou City under the protection of the task force, he encountered Yu Dayou being besieged by a group of pirates. Zhao Hao ordered his men to rescue Yu Dayou and captured a group of pirates.
After interrogation in Chaozhou City, we learned that they were boat people who called themselves Lianjiang boat people.
Young Master Zhao does not have the concept of noble people and unworthy people. In his philosophy, as long as they are descendants of Yan and Huang, everyone should be equal.
All the people in China are descendants of Yan and Huang, and the Tanka people are no exception.
As for the so-called untouchables designated by Emperor Taizu, that was all two hundred years ago and no one cares about it. The reason why Tanka people are discriminated against and bullied today is simply because of the bad nature of human beings. The weak need to bully the weaker ones to get cheap venting and false self-comfort.
That’s even less of a problem. Aren’t there still the Japanese and the red-haired devils who can be discriminated against?
What? It doesn't matter if they are too far away to be bullied. Young Master Zhao will bully them for everyone. This will not only give the people a sense of national pride, but also help to reshape the national spirit.
Moreover, there are at least 200,000 or 300,000 Lianjiang boat people, which means they are a huge number of natural sailors and a rare and excellent resource in the Age of Discovery!
To use an inappropriate analogy, this is the Qingzhou soldiers of Cao Cao, the wife-crazy man! Young Master Zhao must eat them!
Therefore, Zhao Hao asked the people in the Security Department to communicate patiently with these captured boat people, especially to give them equality and respect, and to provide them with certain preferential treatment in life.
When they were almost reformed, they were sentenced to life-long labor camp for the crimes they committed as pirates. However, it was the world that forced them to commit crimes. So Mr. Zhao showed them extra mercy and was willing to give them a chance to start a new life.
And they should be the kind of people who are not discriminated against and have dignity and respect. I wonder if they are willing to accept it.
The boat people had long been completely influenced and were even willing to die for Master Zhao. Naturally, they were willing to atone for their sins and became intelligence officers for the fifth and sixth sections of the Security Department.
This middle-aged man named Lu Chushi is one of them. His direct leader is the chief of the Special Operations Department...that guy.
Ever since Zhao Hao made up his mind to drive the Portuguese out of Macau, that person was ordered to sneak into Guangzhou City. He worked closely with Tang Baolu, who was publicly the general manager of Jiangnan Commerce but secretly the chief of the Fifth Section of the Security Department, to plan the Guangzhou storm.
After successfully starting the fire in Guangzhou, the intelligence officers from Sections 5 and 6 quickly moved to Xiangshan County. Don Paul's men openly hired people to go to Macau to cause trouble, and his men disguised themselves as ordinary people, in order to take the lead in inciting the crowd and to control the rhythm to prevent the situation from getting out of control.
The plan was executed so smoothly, but he did not feel proud at all. Because the young master had said long ago that the people of the Ming Dynasty were now living too hard, too difficult, and too depressed, and had reached the limit of their patience. It only took a little spark to set them off.
Therefore, they can use anything as an outlet for venting, not to mention the most sensitive issue of national self-esteem for the Ming people.
What Zhao Hao was worried about was that the common people should not get too involved in the drama. If they really rushed into Macau City, the Portuguese would really open fire and would definitely not show mercy!
Therefore, the traitor who informed the Portuguese in advance was arranged by that person, just to allow them to close the gate in time. This high wall, like the animal cages in the zoo in later generations, seems to protect the Portuguese inside, but in fact it is protecting the people outside.
Seeing that the people of Xiangshan had basically come out of their impulsive emotions and began to rationally block the door, he was relieved and left quietly. Just as he arrived quietly, blending in with the crowd, only the dozen or so small leaders of Luchu knew he was here.
Thinking that the section chief had not eaten yet, Lu Chushi grabbed the buns, wanting to show his filial piety.
But when he turned back, there was no sign of the section chief.
When I asked my companion, he shook his head and said he didn't remember anyone with that name.
Even Lu Chushi himself had forgotten what the section chief looked like in a blink of an eye. I'm afraid that next time we meet, we'll have to rely on the secret code to confirm the identity...
"The section chief really left without a trace after his work was done, hiding his achievements and fame." Lu Chushi sighed secretly, and the mysterious shadow completely disappeared from his mind.
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Although the gates were blocked by the people of the Ming Dynasty, the atmosphere in Macau was relatively calm. There was really nothing to worry about, because Macau's military strength was unprecedentedly strong, with thousands of troops in the city and a huge fleet moored at the dock.
To put it bluntly, given the poor combat effectiveness of the Ming local government, they should be the ones who are afraid of a fight.
So General Domingo simply issued a ban on alcohol and martial law, and ordered the army to increase patrols to prevent the Ming people in the city from causing trouble.
At dusk, Lin Hongzhong, who had just returned by water, arrived at Basudar Ancient Street in a sedan chair.
Lin Hongzhong had a very high status in Macau. The Indian guards wearing large turbans at the door quickly saluted him with their guns.
He nodded slightly, walked quickly into the headquarters, stepped on the wooden stairs, went up to the second floor and saw Domingo with gauze wrapped around his head.
"Dear Jeffrey, you are finally back." Domingo was having dinner. When he saw him, he immediately dropped his knife and fork, stood up and gave him a bear hug. He couldn't wait to say, "Your compatriots are blocking Macau from outside. I don't know how I offended them. You must ask them tomorrow...if they come again."
"They will definitely come." Lin Hongzhong sat down at the Western European-style walnut dining table, picked up the fork, pulled the Portuguese stew that Domingo was eating, and wolfed it down.
"Oh, eat slowly my brother." Domingo poured him a glass of wine. He had never seen this elegant and insidious brother in the church so embarrassed after knowing him for so many years. "Did something else happen that made you so anxious that you couldn't even eat?"
"You guessed it right..." The Portuguese stew was very greasy. Lin Hongzhong ate it for a while and couldn't eat it anymore. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Fang sighed and said, "Get ready for war, Commander."
"What?" Domingo was stunned, then realized: "You mean, it's the Jiangnan Group that's causing trouble?"
"Yes!" Lin Hongzhong nodded bitterly and told him in detail what had happened in recent days.
Domingo was stunned and he didn't know how many times he said "Filho da porra"!
He could never imagine that the good situation that the Portuguese had painstakingly built up in Guangdong after more than a decade of hard work was in danger of being completely destroyed overnight...
ps. There is a third update, but it is not finished yet. There will definitely be one, but don’t wait, you will definitely see it tomorrow morning.