Zhu Bin is not a good man after all, and the people around him know it well. Just look at his eyes, the big boss's patience has been greatly challenged, and the result must be that someone will pay the price for it.

"I hope it can be calmed down, otherwise there will be trouble again."

As subordinates and staff, naturally, we cannot watch our boss' hands stained with blood from our compatriots, which will leave stains that will never be washed away. This is a tradition of China's love to "tag for the respected one" since ancient times and to ensure the boss's image and reputation as much as possible. A group of generals who have been influenced by Confucianism stood up without hesitation to solve the problem.

Cao Han winked, and Zhang Yi immediately stepped forward: "Boss, I'll go with you!"

Zhu Bin's eyes slightly froze on his face, and he nodded and said, "Okay, if you have any questions, you can just deal with them as appropriate. President Jiang is a kind person, so don't let him add any burden."

They naturally knew each other's meaning. Who is Zhang Yi? Zhu Bin's hardcore and the hidden leader of the young and strong sects will unceremoniously remove all enemies who dare to oppose Zhu Bin. It is definitely ruthless and quick enough, and will not shirk responsibility. Even if the intention of the old man Cao Han is like this.

Jiang Baili was right next to him. He suddenly felt bitter when he heard this. He also understood that Zhu Bin wanted to fulfill his good intentions, but he would never make too many concessions. If those ungrateful guys were arrogant, then he had to stand aside. Zhang Yi would take responsibility for the next trick!

I was determined to persuade him, and the words came to my mouth. In the end, it turned into a silent sigh. I was worried and drove into Chinatown with a team of heavy soldiers in an armored vehicle.

Compared with San Francisco, Chinatown in Los Angeles is much smaller in scale. However, in the past few years, with the arrival of the honeymoon period of Zhu Bin and the Americans, the West Coast built a large number of overseas Chinese to go south to find jobs. After the two sides turned against each other, almost the entire western coast was forcibly concentrated by the Americans at the Riverside Military Base concentration camp. They were just released and were relocating back, causing chaos for the ocean fleet and buying valuable time for the US military to deploy defense.

Jiang Baili's armored convoy drove to Chinatown, causing a brief commotion, but when he showed up with Jiang Xing's military uniform, some old people who were secretly observing their appearance immediately recognized him.

Compared with the young people like Zhu Bin and others, Mr. Jiang, the older generation of revolutionaries, dealing with overseas Chinese more than once. The impression left by that time was quite good. He came forward and made the people holding their hearts breathe a sigh of relief. It didn't seem like the rhythm of having to be dispersed in one beat.

But when Jiang Baili and Zhang Yi passed the broken archway surrounded by guards, a group of pale and thin young men rushed out and stopped in front of the street and shouted with anger: "What are you here? You are not welcome here, go quickly!"

Jiang Baili was well-educated and frowned, but he was sincere in solving the problem and did not want to get angry at a group of young people who didn't know how to be tall and strong every day.

Zhang Yi took a step forward, glanced at them coldly like a knife, and snorted: "I have been away from the motherland for a long time. Look at you, you don't even understand basic politeness and rules? Good tutors!"

This is equivalent to a slap in the face. In fact, compared to the earth-shaking domestic, under the call of those literati who have nothing to do after eating and are unscrupulous in the banner of the new life and new culture movement, it is truly a collapse of rituals and music, and there is no rules. The overseas Chinese circle is actually more cautious in abide by the rules, although many of them are gang rules, not the standards of Confucian ethics.

The young men immediately turned dark and didn't know how to answer. Several people looked at each other, and one of them choked: "What are the rules for you people like you? Isn't it hard for us to suffer enough?!"

Zhang Yi became more and more contemptuous and sneered: "It turns out that you are willing to accept the days when you are bullied, humiliated, beaten, scolded and scolded by white people all day long! Instead, you can turn around and make decisions and live a dignified life, and you will feel uncomfortable all over. What a bunch of bad bones!"

"Hangjia shovel! What did you say?!"

"Pujiezi! I have the kind of talk about it again!"

The crowd was excited, and the young men were about to rush up to perform the full martial arts. Zhang Yi put his hands on his back, held his nostrils and eyes at them. The guard next to him smiled silently, raised his gun and shot it "dadada" and swept it under their feet. They were immediately shocked and retreated in panic, and the slight morale collapsed.

"Sexy and weak!" Zhang Yi saw them through and teased in a low voice. He heard Jiang Baili's face turned black, coughed lightly to stop the guards, and stepped forward and said aloud, "Please go to the leaders of the court to face."

Chinese in North America, especially those on the West Coast, are the backbone of the people in Zhigongtang and have had good relationships with Zhu Bin at the beginning.

A middle-aged man in his forties separated the young man with a gloomy face and came close to him. He bowed to Jiang Baili and said unevenly: "Mr. Jiang has such a great military power! We miserable people cannot bear your majesty! Humph, I remember, you were in a revolution decades ago, but our overseas Chinese were responsible for their relationship and people and money, which led to your country today! Why, have you turned your back on the mercy after the passage of time?"

Jiang Baili pondered for a moment and didn't speak. How did he say this? The other party should be telling the truth, but obviously he can't just say it together.

Zhang Yi raised his voice and shouted: "Our Zhu family army has never taken a penny for you! On the contrary, you have made a lot of money over the years, right? If we talk about kindness, we don't know who can't tell the difference between good and bad!"

Middle-aged people were speechless. That's right, Zhu Bin, from his rise to today, actually held the power of China and led his army to the United States, without using external funds from beginning to end. During the Sino-US cooperation, the West Coast, under the control of the Rockefeller Consortium, relaxed a little bit of suppression and bullying of the Chinese, and at least his life has not been as frustrated as before in the past few years.

When it comes to it, who owe whom!

Jiang Baili waved his hand gently: "Oh, OK, okay, all of them are from the villagers. Don't say too much about sad feelings. I am here today to express my condolences to all compatriots on behalf of General Zhu and his relatives. Now we are facing the United States, and we are also in order to seek a fair and just living space for Chinese people all over the world, which is beneficial to everyone. If you have any words, why not sit down and talk?"

His demeanor is also worthy of contemporary times, not to mention the reputation of a person's moral character and reputation, and it is heartbreaking.

The middle-aged man obviously realized that the visitors were not good and did not take their tricks at all, so he did not dare to argue with Zhang Yi anymore. He still clasped his fists at Jiang Baili and said angrily: "What else is there to talk about? Just because you ignored the life and death of overseas Chinese and started a war, the business of our generations was ruined! Now, war has started in the United States. No matter what win or lose, we who are stuck in the middle will not have a good end! It is always a pain for us. If Mr. Jiang is really pitiful, why would you withdraw your troops and make peace with the Americans? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to live a peaceful life?"

Jiang Baili was speechless. What is the logic? It turns out that he is used to being a third-class citizen outside. Can’t he accept any change? The days of living are so worth nostalgic!

Zhang Yi was impatient and shouted loudly: "It's so shameless! Could it be that just to take care of some of you people's unworthy self-interest, China, which is a dignified person, has to give up the great opportunity to stand up again. The rare opportunity brought by the sacrifices of tens of millions of people in the past few generations, continue to bow down to foreigners as a cattle and horse, and trample on others, and do you wantonly?! Do you still have any backbone in your heart? Do you have any shame and dignity?"

The clear voice echoed on the narrow and narrow streets, but the responses received were expressionless faces and dodging eyes. The dead silent silence seemed to be unwilling to move a stubborn stone for ten thousand years.

This scene suddenly made Jiang Baili have an illusion, as if he had just joined the revolution, and wanted to awaken the people and cheer up, but he only saw countless numb faces and stubborn and deadly silence like glue that could never be stirred up.

Three hundred years of slavery and several barbaric invasions over the past thousand years have almost exhausted the bloody courage in the bones of the entire Chinese nation. It is so difficult to break this long night!

Forget it, forget it, what else can I talk about with them? I just work harder and work hard on my own. Fortunately, there are already millions of awakened young people in China. With the current strong armed forces, as long as the orthodox China is guaranteed to be immortal, there will always be time to slowly arouse it.

Jiang Baili sighed silently, feeling discouraged and too lazy to say a word.

Zhang Yi looked at them coldly with a "predictable" expression, "Originally, General Jiang came here in person to ask you what you need help, and at the same time, I hope you can get your support and let us lay a foundation in the United States and use it as a base to promote dignity and a world for overseas Chinese. But since you don't appreciate it, we don't have to waste our time. On the order of General Zhu, I will inform you that according to the requirements of temporary military control, live your life with peace of mind and not cause trouble for the Chinese Expeditionary Force! Of course, we also have a lot of jobs, and the salary we pay is as good as that of whites. Who would like to come and ask relevant personnel to maintain order for consultation and registration. That's it!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved his hand. The guards immediately rushed up, surrounded Jiang Baili and got into the car immediately, and turned around and left. The soldiers who were originally on duty nearby set up tanks and barricades again, loaded guns and cannons, and continued to confront each other.

Their decisiveness shocked the group of people as they left. The middle-aged man's face turned black and he glared at the young people fiercely: "The good things you did! I said, today is different from the past, and you can't confront the army. Now you are all satisfied, right? Humph!"

He shook his hands and pushed the crowd away and walked backwards. The young men muttered: "It's not that we have opinions, nor are some people who feel that they have suffered a loss and want to take a stand, so they can ask them to negotiate terms? Now, you're apart, hum, you've made the wrong plan!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly walked a hundred meters in and entered a broken building. A large group of figures who were anxiously waiting rushed over and asked in a lingering manner: "How is it like this! What do they have to say? Do you want to compensate us for our losses?"

"Yes, yes! We must compensate. Three generations of my family have worked hard to get some industry, which is ruined by them! Humph, no matter how we are the first seniors to come to the United States, we must talk about it well!"

As he spoke, he slowly realized that the middle-aged man's face was wrong, and his voice suddenly became smaller. A leader with white hair and shiny forehead slapped the table. He stared at him with sharp eyes and shouted: "What's going on! What are their regulations? Tell me quickly!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head and sighed, "Huang is incompetent! He is very ashamed! Before we could make a request, they issued an ultimatum to be honest and be at peace with those white people and get paid for work."

"Not?!"

"It's gone!"

"Bastard!" The leader left his seat angrily and shouted, "What's the reason! Because they, we have suffered so much, and we don't talk carefully, what kind of airs should we put on? No, we have to make a good argument with them!"

"Yes! To do theory and to figure it out, it is like what is going on with military ships. Without our support, they will be unable to move forward!"

The loud noise almost overturned the ceiling. The old man who was sitting on the top of the beard who had been silent could not listen. He swept the teacup on the table to the ground with a dragon head crutch. He fell to a slight slash, which scared everyone and hurriedly lowered his head: "Big Boss! What's the reason for you to give?"

The old man is the boss of the "Anliang General Hall". Mr. Situ, who had served as legal counsel for him, was also implicated this time, but his status in the concentration camp was transcendent, and Americans dare not go too far, so it was relatively fine.

With a sigh, Situ stared at the middle-aged man surnamed Huang with a look of insight, and said slowly: "I'm afraid you will be the one who comes up and you will be trying to make a loud voice first and then talk about the conditions. But I don't think about it. He is a general who has millions of troops and even Japan and the United States, and the leader of 50,000 people in the world. In anger, he will be buried in a million! What qualifications do you have and what capital do you have to tell them? He has directly dressed Chinatown without using the army, and he has given him a lot of affection!"

Boss Situ has never seen anything in his life. A seventy-year-old man thinks that he has to go through too many cruel things than the second generation of the United States.

The middle-aged man surnamed Huang and the other leaders poured a pot of cold water into his head, trembling all over, and then he remembered how innocent he was before.

Who is Zhu Bin? A warlord! The strong man with millions of troops under his command, the overlord whom Chiang Kai-shek continued to do his job, and Chiang Baili wanted to give him a talented man who was a staff member, kill millions of Japanese troops, and even blow up the entire Japanese island to the earth, and the peerless murderous man who was homeless! He told him about the conditions, but he never died!

The boss Situ said again: "If you think that everyone is Chinese, we are tired of it and we suffer a little grievance, we can be on an equal footing with others, that's too naive! In the war years, what's the point of dying hundreds of thousands of people? We paid for the revolution to support the country, wasn't it just to be strong one day and no longer be bullied? Today, we finally waited, but we didn't know how to advance and retreat? Do you think that there are really people in the world who will honestly talk about democracy and fairness to you?"

It would be too stupid to hear that even if they didn't understand it. They also knew some of the situation in the country. Every warlord had his hands covered with blood. He didn't know how many compatriots had died under his hands. It was Zhu Bin, a so-called peaceful person who was "not fighting a civil war". He was so kind. Where did he get his current status? Just look at the means of their soldiers killing in the street today. He was definitely not a good person.

The crowd was sweating profusely, regretting that they had not heard the boss’s mature words before, and they carefully criticized themselves, and then looked at him eagerly, hoping to get a clear statement.

Boss Situ sighed: "Forget it, let me take my old face and meet with President Zhu for a while to see if I can fight for some treatment. Don't give me too much extravagant hope."

How dare you think about it all!

He honestly sent a few people who were stable in the key points to accompany the boss and took the initiative to contact Zhu Bin. Zhu Bin was very proud of his face, and had a long talk with Mr. Situ, comforted him and sent him out in person. Afterwards, the overseas Chinese who had been relocating from the concentration camp began to be included in the base construction work of the Ocean Fleet with the help of the backbone of Anliang General Hall.

A day later, San Francisco was successfully captured. The US military took the initiative to give up the city without much resistance and retreated to the mountainous areas, leaving behind nearly two million civilians who could not leave no matter what, but they couldn't take care of it. In other words, their original plan was to deliberately stay and increase the burden on the ocean fleet.

The news of everything going well in front of him came. After hearing this, Roosevelt looked at the map for a long time and was silent for more than ten minutes. After a full ten minutes of silence, he asked Hopkins meaningfully: "Many years later, when the war finally ended and the truth of today's decision-making is understood, how will people comment on what we do? Use the sacrifice of two million people to exchange for the sluggish pace of the enemy's attack! What kind of evaluation will history give us?"

Hopkins avoided the important and cleverly replied: "I think that when we win the final victory, all the so-called truth will no longer matter! The winner is uncondemned."

Roosevelt didn't say anything more.

Two days later, Zhu Bin received a statistical report from various troops. Cao Han held the general table with a serious face and told him: "The Americans are indeed willing to go out! Not only did they throw us nearly two million refugees, but the worst thing was that they took away all the supplies they could take, and then destroyed almost all the resources such as food, drinking water and medicine. Two million people didn't eat or drink, and we might be in big trouble!"
Chapter completed!