Return to Zhongyang Hall again.
Standing in front of the statue, you can quietly experience the 'dominance' that is invisible and intangible, yet filling every corner of the hall.
For a long time, Zhang Jing seemed to have some realization, but he couldn't grasp the key point.
Finding nothing, I left the hall, where my girlfriend was waiting outside.
They felt very uncomfortable inside, similar to the serious opposition between yang and yin.
It's amazing. After all, the Three Treasures are eunuchs.
"Let's go," Zhang Jing waved to his girlfriend, "Let's go back to the city. I'll leave by boat in the middle of the night. What are your plans?"
"There is still time," Liang Jieshu added, "The environment in Semarang is very good. I want to stay for three more days."
Liang Jieshu said this, and Lindsay and Zhou Manmiao also stayed, deciding to return to Xiangjiang in three days.
Then from Xiangjiang, we enter a big country to visit relatives and travel.
When the time came to four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jing left the hotel room and got into a taxi in front of the hotel.
"Hello," the taxi driver asked in Mandarin, "Where are you going?"
Zhang Jing was stunned for a moment, then realized that the local natives would not drive a taxi at four in the morning.
“Semarang Pier.”
The driver nodded, started the car and left.
"What generation of Chinese are you?" Zhang Jing asked the driver while driving.
"The third generation, the later group, is now developing well in big countries."
Three generations ago, it was the time of Japanese pirate invasion and civil war.
"I heard that your ancestors always carried coffins when they came out, right?"
Zhang Jing didn't know that Ding Jiaqi said that Huang Yizhu, Huang Mouhan, and the Li family were all desperate men.
"You are talking about the two waves of traveling to Nanyang and self-combing women," the driver did not expect Zhang Jing to know, "either people go back, or they die and are put in a coffin and taken back;
My ancestors fled the war, which was different from them. "
"Your ancestors were also very brave," Zhang Jing praised. "Sailing a boat in that era was also full of risks, not to mention surviving in a foreign country."
"It's not bad," the young driver chatted. "When my ancestors arrived in Semarang, the predecessors from the great powers had already taken root here and received a lot of funding and help from them."
"Oh," Zhang Jing felt interesting, "Didn't you say that the fellow countryman stabbed the fellow countryman in the back when he saw him?"
“I don’t know about the situation you’re talking about, at least it wasn’t like this before. For example, Huang Yizhu, who made his fortune from Semarang, had a benefactor who was a sugar merchant and lent him five yuan to do business;
Later, the sugar merchant encountered a bankruptcy crisis. As a sugar merchant, Huang Yizhu loaned him 10,000 yuan to tide over the disaster;
Also, my ancestors and many of my compatriots had no jobs, no shelter, and no food when they first arrived in Semarang;
Live in Sanbao Temple and Mazu Temple, and you can also stay in the homes of old immigrants;
Wealthy businessmen including Huang Yizhu opened rice stores. Compatriots who had no jobs could receive one pound of rice per day, adults and children, until they found a job. "
“Would someone who has a job pretend to be the one claiming it?”
"My grandpa said, it didn't exist at that time. Compatriots had a high degree of trust, helped each other, and were very united," the driver said with a smile:
"I know you may not understand it, and I actually can't understand it either."
In fact, Zhang Jingneng understands that those who have been helped will be filled with gratitude.
If any of these people make a fortune, they will naturally become allies.
Even if everyone is a sugar merchant and has a competitive relationship, they will help each other.
At critical moments, life can sometimes be saved.
But things must be reversed at the extremes. The people of the big country are highly united in the Thousand Island Country, work hard, and become rich together. What do the locals think?
Then something happened that made people angry, laughing and helpless.
For example, most black people are indolent and unmotivated in their studies, but they can cause trouble and go to the streets to smash and loot.
Through this method, you can lower the university's admission threshold and strive for more job opportunities, etc.
But Thousand Islands and the Malay Chinese are completely different situations.
People from the big country are too good at enduring hardship, making money, and learning, so they are legally prohibited from studying in public universities.
There are no Chinese classes in primary schools and junior high schools.
If Chinese Americans want to learn Chinese and study, they can only go to private schools.
And these private schools are most likely founded by wealthy local businessmen of Chinese descent.
In short, there are too many hardships and it is not easy to survive in the cracks.
Arrive at the pier in 20 minutes, go through the exit formalities, and Zhang Jing boards the bus.
Buweihao is 99 meters long and 28 meters wide.
The ship is equipped with two deep-diving robots, one static and one moving sonar, supercomputer and advanced software.
It has no salvage capability, but is a pure 'find' survey vessel with strong seabed modeling capabilities and a helicopter at the stern of the deck.
Including the captain, the crew totaled 25 people.
It has super endurance and can continuously circle the earth for one and a half times.
In the warehouse connected to the stern deck, Zhang Jing took out his weapon.
Thirty Aka automatic rifles made in the Soviet Union, each with four magazines.
Comes with an additional three thousand rounds of ammunition.
Forty disposable rocket launchers.
Feeling that it was not enough, Zhang Jingxin took out the m777 howitzer and fired 20 rounds.
With this kind of firepower, even if it encounters a gunboat, it can give it a hard blow.
Half an hour later, five o'clock in the morning.
Ryan Irons, who is about 50 years old and has long braids and a black goatee, is about 1.8 meters tall and of medium build, and the crew returned to the ship.
The thermal engine left port and headed north, planning to cross the Java Sea and enter the South China Sea, a large country.
At the same time, interested people have also focused on the number 'Buwei'.
The tracking method is simple.
The technology used to deal with Ben Mouden was used by Zhang Jing to locate the mobile phone with great accuracy.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Buwei was driving alone in the Java Sea. The radar first detected a helicopter approaching quickly.
The unfamiliar aircraft had a clear target and rushed straight towards the Buweihao.
The whole process from radar detection to visual sighting took less than five minutes.
The strange plane had no intention of talking at all. It was carrying 11 masked strongmen holding firearms and was about to be forcibly parachuted onto the ship.
This is the best, because if you talk about your feelings, you will be embarrassed to do anything.
"Activate the signal shutter," Zhang Jing ordered through the intercom, "bring down the aircraft."
The unfamiliar helicopter hovered twenty meters above the stern deck.
Just when they thought everything was going well, two rockets flew over with trailing flames.
One of the rockets hit the interior of the cabin, and the other hit the bottom of the cabin.
Because of the close distance, the driver could not avoid it at all and was hit hard.
Four armed men in black who were preparing to rappel fell heavily to the deck, and the plane plunged into the sea.
Zhang Jing ran to the stern of the ship holding an enhanced rifle.
Aim roughly, and shoot decisively and continuously at the person emerging from the water.
I emptied one magazine and hit about four or five people. I had to give up later because the "Buwei" was moving and was too far away to hit.
Of course, even if there are still people alive, they will not survive for less than 15 minutes, and the probability of drowning is extremely high.
Returning to the middle of the stern deck, the four people who fell from the plane had been controlled by the crew.
Pulling off their masks, three white and one black, they are all Westerners.
