Chapter 655 The Strongest Fortress (First update, please subscribe)
Rows of high-rise buildings, brightly lit billboards, and spacious avenues are filled with Jeeps, Fords, and BMWs, of course the largest number. There are also bicycles and mopeds. This place looks very similar to Nanyang.
But unlike Nanyang, this gorgeous scene is only in the main urban area, especially the central city, which has the largest concentration of Tang people and is also the most prosperous area in Zamboanga.
The immigrant population gathers in the civilian areas extending from the main city, where there are also buildings - six-story apartments are neatly arranged like soldiers, and there are always people in the apartments with a floor height of only 2.4 meters. You can hear the sounds next door - couples quarreling, children crying, etc. These houses are more like pigeonholes than apartments.
In such pigeon cage-like apartment buildings live the lowest working people who contribute their blood and sweat to the operation of Zamboanga City - they are all Filipinos.
For these people, not living in shantytowns is already a blessing. After all, many of their compatriots live in garbage dumps and in those straw shacks.
It is absolutely a blessing that they can live in an apartment with electricity and water.
In general, Mindanao under the rule of the Tang Dynasty is now extremely prosperous in economy and business. There are large plantations here with tropical crops such as Manila hemp, cane sugar, rubber, coffee, cocoa and so on. The local economy is prospering. Economically speaking, Mindanao has now become the most economically developed region in the Philippines.
All this is due to the excellent management and business talent of Tang people.
“As long as we give us time, we can turn even a desert into the most prosperous city in the world!”
Tang people once said so arrogantly.
This is not conceited words, but an ironclad fact. Whether in the past or now, Tang people have proved this to the world with their own sweat.
Batavia, Manila, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Saigon, Bangkok... Almost every big city that can be named in Southeast Asia was built brick by brick by the Tang people. built these cities. The commerce of these cities flourished.
It’s just that the Tang people were never the masters of these cities. At least it never was. But now everything has changed.
The current Zamboanga belongs to the Tang people. Although this city prospered because of the Tang people, and although it was once occupied by outsiders, this city now belongs to the Tang people.
"Five years!"
Opening the two windows of the office, the bustling sound suddenly poured into the room. The increasingly prosperous city made the noise of the city louder and louder.
Looking at the city outside the window, Xu Xiangpeng looked proud. Having just been elected as a judicial member of the Autonomous Committee at the beginning of the year, he could now be said to be in a high position.
Under a few people, above ten thousand people!
After opening the window, Xu Xiangpeng lit a cigarette with some pride, and then turned the radio to Nanyang Radio 3. Wagner's music came from the radio, and the music on the radio sounded like a live band playing.
Xu Xiangpeng opened the refrigerator-type wine cabinet, poured a small glass of ice-cold Fanta, and drank it slowly and sip after sip.
He enjoys this kind of life. This is the life that power brings.
Before entering this office, he was just an ordinary congressman, but now?
He is not only a member of Parliament, but also a member of the Judiciary.
He stared at the door of the wine cabinet, slowly walked towards the window, turned his back to the wine cabinet, and stared into the distance. Although the building in that direction had been blocked by other buildings, he could still see it. The towering iron tower on top of the building.
Looking at the iron tower, Xu Xiangpeng frowned, sighed, and turned towards his desk. He looked at the newspaper in front of him and shook his head again, feeling bitterness in his heart, but his eyes flashed with a strange look.
After pondering for a while, Xu Xiangpeng walked out of the office. Soon, he came to another office. Looking at the secretary outside the door, he asked.
"Secretary-General Li, is the Chairman here?"
"The Chairman has been waiting for you in the office."
The door opened and Xu Xiangpeng saw the Chairman Zhao Chenggang was bowing his head in front of his desk and seemed to be looking at the documents.
"Sit!"
Zhao Chenggang looked up at Xu Xiangpeng and said.
“Is that what happened?”
“Here is a question from the Department of Justice in Manila. They are extremely angry about the incident that happened in Zamboanga. Secretary Lopez called and said, The Philippines is a country ruled by law, and he asked us to treat this matter fairly and not let Philippine laws become a joke."
Xu Xiangpeng said as he handed over an official letter from the Manila Ministry of Justice, in name only. He said that the Ministry of Justice in Manila is indeed his boss. After all, they are both prosecutors general, one national and one local.
"What do you want me to do? Hasn't the police department already replied? It's just an accident! Just reply to them directly!"
Zhao Chenggang asked, with a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He was also imitating He had a legal background. Before the war, he studied law at the University of Manila. After the outbreak of the Pacific War, he returned to Tangshan to join the army and later became a member of the special forces. When he was in Zamboanga, he was a judge of the Special Court and served thousands of people. The traitor was sentenced to death under his trial.
He knew why he did that, it was for the benefit of all the Tang people, and he also knew very well what the Tang people relied on to gain a foothold here.
“It’s just a Moro, no big deal!”
“That’s the truth, but Manila has been watching, and this incident has caused very bad consequences everywhere. "The influence." Xu Xiangpeng's answer made Zhao Chenggang frown and said.
"Since when does Manila care about the Moros?"
Suddenly stopped, Zhao Chenggang understood why Manila cared about this matter. He stared at Xu Xiangpeng, even expecting him to continue.
Xu Xiangpeng was a little unable to sit still as he was stared at, but he still said.
"Chairman, this is not a Moro problem, but a legal problem. If you just attribute the matter to an accident so casually, it will be difficult to convince the outside world, and this incident not only caused The attention in Manila, even the U.S. Embassy, is very concerned.”
"Go on."
Zhao Chenggang said.
"Uh--well,"
Looking over the documents in his hand, he seemed to have never seen such an official letter before.
“Look,”
Xu Xiangpeng finally continued,
“You know that although we are autonomous here, legally speaking, we still implement the laws of the Philippines. In other words, what happens here in Manila is still there. If they insist on interfering, it is very likely to cause us to be passive. Therefore, I think we should deal with this matter first before Manila takes the opportunity to make trouble. In fact, what we need is It’s just an explanation to the outside world, what should I say?”
Looking at the silent chairman, Xu Xiangpeng said.
"The local prosecutor will prosecute him, and then, before issuing an arrest warrant, he can leave here. It only takes a few hours to fly from here to Chang'an. All we need is a attitude, and then you can tell Manila that the person escaped, it’s that simple.”
Is it that simple?
Zhao Chenggang didn't speak, he was just thinking there, but what about Xu Xiangpeng?
He looked at the official letter in his hand, thought about it, and said.
"The wording of this official letter is very harsh. Chairman, we must prevent them from taking the opportunity to get their hands into us. We can't lose a big deal for a small amount!"
Speak At that time, Xu Xiangpeng looked completely public-minded.
“A small loss brings a big loss...”
Zhao Chenggang said coldly.
"Well...you are the prosecutor general, you can handle this matter yourself!"
Looking at the prosecutor general walking out of the office. Zhao Chenggang, who was frowning, suddenly said something in his heart.
The strongest fortresses are conquered from within!
Whether you like it or not, some things always have to be faced.
"Hmph..."
Smiling coldly, Zhao Chenggang did not speak. He did not even look at the report in front of him.
What is in the report?
Was it pressure from Manila?
What kind of pressure can Manila exert?
law?
When did those politicians in Manila take the law seriously?
For them, the so-called law is nothing more than a joke. If necessary, they will even kill people themselves. As for the law... it is just a tool used to attack their opponents.
Now these people are actually talking about laws. He kept talking about justice. Talk about justice!
Not even ghosts would believe this.
"Some people...are really swollen."
While sighing, looking at the report on the table, Zhao Chenggang sneered and picked it up, but he did not read it, but threw it away. Arrived in the trash can nearby.
"Manila..."
The corner of his mouth raised slightly, Zhao Chenggang sneered.
"What is supposed to come will always come. In this case...then come with the big one!"
(End of this chapter)