Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Damn! God, how could there be such a demon? Such a hateful guy?"

Back in the private villa, the white Speaker Thomson was furious.

He angrily threw the coffee cup he had just taken a sip from on the ground.

The black maid shivered with fear.

The old black housekeeper even shrank his neck and did not dare to step forward.

Jack, the white congressman who came with Thomson, stepped forward and said: "Please calm down, Mr. Speaker! This time we underestimated Du Yongxiao. We didn't expect his identity to be so complicated, let alone that he would have so much evidence."

"Yes, damn guy! The guy who looks like a fox actually used those things to threaten us!" Thomson finished speaking angrily, turned to look at Jack, and said meaningfully: "Have you seen those photos of me?"

"No! How could it be? I'm not interested in those! Besides, at that time, my mind was all on how to stop Du Yongxiao, and I didn't pay any attention to those so-called photos!"

"Of course!" Jack rolled his eyes, "I believe even those photos are fake! How could a noble and selfless person like you, Mr. Speaker, leave such a clue?"

Thomson nodded, "You're right! That guy surnamed Du is very cunning. He will fabricate some facts to distort us, such as the fact that you took bribes. I don't believe it either!" After speaking, he looked at Jack.

Jack hurriedly said: "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Speaker! Those are all fabricated by Du! Please be more careful!"

Thomson nodded, "Okay, that's it. What we have to do now is to deal with the next thing!"

Jack added: "I have thought about this. Now they are going to establish Confucius Institutes, and they will establish 38 in Kenya at one go. The construction costs, construction costs, and recruitment of students will all be free of charge. Food, food and accommodation will be taken care of. Overall, we will be a family. The college costs at least 20,000 US dollars, and the thirty-eight ones cost nearly one million US dollars. I don’t believe that Du will pay for it himself!”

"Haha, you're right! How can it be easy to open 38 free schools? Those Chinese are famous for fighting among themselves, and they like to pursue profits. To be precise, they are all mercenary! Let them do things for free. , I guess no one is willing!”

“Besides, time is still on our side,” Jack continued. “Even if the Confucius Institute is established, we will have enough time to deal with it!”

Thomson laughed again, "Money and time are all on our side! All we have to do now is wait and see what happens!"

Jack bowed: "You are right! Just wait and see what happens!"

In fact, the two of them knew very well that now they could do nothing but wait and see what would happen. If Du Yongxiao had the leverage, they would only be constrained.

"Well, we all know that the person surnamed Du has ulterior motives. He wants to use the Confucius Institute to drive away the British power that has been established in Kenya for many years, so that the Chinese can replace us and recolonize these poor Kenyan people! Then we will definitely not do this. They wish that Kenya belongs to our British Empire, and these Kenyans are our British slaves, before, now and in the future!"

Thomson clenched his fists and roared loudly.

The black housekeeper and black maid next to him were all silent and did not dare to say a word.

…

A moment——

Sent away white Congressman Jack.

Thomson asked the black maid to bring a new cup of coffee, and then he went to the room to take a shower and change into a nightgown, and then he came to the study with the coffee.

He took a sip of coffee, put it on the desk, walked up to the statue of David, and turned the neck of the statue of David with his hand——

Crunch!

The bookcase rotates open, revealing a secret room.

Thomson walked in shyly——

In the secret room, the lights were dim. Three black girls had chains around their necks and were lying on the ground like dogs. They were all naked. When Thomson came in, they all shrank in fear.

"Please, let us go!"

"God, don't torture us anymore!"

The three girls begged.

Seeing the black girl with tears streaming down her face, Thomson's depressed mood improved slightly. He showed an evil smile on his face and took a thick leather whip from the wall shelf.

Look at the various torture instruments, shackles, whips, soldering irons, etc. hanging on the wall shelves.

"Tsk, tsk! What are you niggas talking about? Let you go? How is that possible! As a black female slave, you should be proud and proud to be able to serve me, a white God!" Thomson licked his plump lips and shot out of his eyes. Shining like a poisonous snake, he raised his whip and said with a crackling sound: "Now, which one comes first?"

soon!

The girls' screams of pain came from the secret room, which was extremely shrill and earth-shattering.

The old black housekeeper who was working in the garden heard the sound and hurriedly made the sign of the cross on his chest: "I have said before that this villa has been cursed and there is a devil living there! Yes, a terrible devil!"

The black maid who was working in the kitchen shook her hand and the tea cup she was washing almost fell to the ground in fright.

She murmured: "Why doesn't the devil die quickly? God, have you opened your eyes?"

There were bursts of shrill sounds!

There was a sound of whips!

…

"Axiao, please let me go! I really can't help you this time!"

Lin Baixin was living in a hotel room. When Du Yongxiao discussed with him about opening 38 free Confucius academies in Kenya, Lin Baixin was shocked.

Thirty-eight?

All for free?

Lin Baixin was stunned for three seconds, and then she shouted to the sky, asking Du Yongxiao to let her go.

"To be honest, I didn't come to Kenya to do charity, I came to make money! At first you said you would only open one, okay, I am willing to support you! One family, Lin Baixin's family has a big business, and I am not afraid of wasting a little money on it. Those Kenyan blacks! According to what you said, letting those blacks learn Chinese will benefit the country and the people, and is conducive to the rise of China! I believe this! But now--"

Lin Baixin opened her mouth and made gestures for a long time, then squatted on the sofa and said to Du Yongxiao: "Now you want to open thirty-eight stores in one go. Even if you kill me, I can't make that much money!"

To put it bluntly, Lin Baixin is still a pure businessman. Even if he realizes how much Du Yongxiao said the Confucius Institute will help future Chinese people, those are just prospects and wishes, and it will take time to prove them.

Now he really doesn't have much money on hand to invest, and it's still a waste of money.

"I've been in Kenya for so long, and the factories I've opened cost money everywhere. Now I'm short of money and I really can't squeeze out the money!" Lin Baixin stopped pretending and directly showed her hands to Du Yongxiao, "So there are thirty-eight companies? I can't help. !”

Du Yongxiao's expression was calm, as if he had already guessed this outcome.

In the past, Du Yongxiao could have privately contracted these 38 Confucius Institutes without resorting to external help. However, this time he purchased arms from the United States, including Uzi submachine guns, Sherman tanks, and Cobra helicopters. Working capital costs about the same.

The millions of dollars invested in King Kong have not yet been repaid, and now that he has invested so much, he is really stretched.

If it weren't for the support of Phoenix Pharmaceuticals, he might not even be able to pay Rockefeller's arms expenses.

"No need to apologize, Mr. Lin!" Du Yongxiao stood up and said, "I was too impatient! It should have been done step by step. Opening thirty-eight stores in one go is indeed a bit eager for quick success and quick profit, and the funds do not allow it. It seems that it can only be seen by white people. What a joke!”

After Du Yongxiao finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave and find another way to solve the financial problem.

At this time, someone said: "Who said you want those ghost guys to laugh?"

"Yeah, who said that we Chinese are all scattered if we don't stick together?"

While talking, the door opened.

But it was Zheng Yutong, Li Zhaofu, Cao Wenjin, Pang Dingyuan, and Dai Fengjiu.

"Zheng Sheng, why are you here?"

"Haha, you are here privately discussing important matters that benefit the country and the people, why can't we come?"

"Yes, those white ghosts think they know us Chinese very well, saying that we are only profit-seeking and only know how to make money, without any regard for national justice. Today we are going to tell them that we Chinese will be terrible if we unite!"

“Isn’t it just to build 38 Confucius Institutes? Let’s all contribute together!”

Zheng Yutong and others said one after another.

When Du Yongxiao heard this, his heart felt hot and he didn't know what to say.

In his last life, Du Yongxiao knew that most of the older generation of Hong Kong businessmen were very patriotic, such as Huo Da Lao, Zheng Yutong, Pao Yugang, Shao Yifu, He Gambling, etc. Almost all of them donated money to the country, built schools, built bridges, etc. wait.

Even one of the most awesome tycoons in Hong Kong, Zhuang Shiping, directly donated all his 200 billion assets to the country after his death, while his own son could only drive a taxi.

"Everyone supports Du so much, I take it seriously..."

Du Yongxiao clasped his fists, his eyes were excited, and he didn't know what to say.

Zheng Yutong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "What are you serious about? Don't be moved, because everything we do is for the rise of China!"

"Yes, if the Confucius Institute in Kenya can succeed and all these black people speak Chinese, then we can establish Confucius Institutes in other African countries. By then, our Chinese civilization will be broadcast to Africa and benefit the barbarians!"

Now that we can dominate the business world, everyone will not be so short-sighted. Everyone, including Lin Baixin, also knows that the establishment of the Confucius Institute is of great significance. The problem is that this is a century-old plan and a long-term cultural investment with high costs and almost no returns. No, it’s not that there isn’t one, it’s just that it’s not that direct!

The real reward is actually what Zheng Yutong said, "Benefit the barbarians and help the rise of China"!

"In a word, we people are not really just seeking profit!"

"Yes, we are all Chinese, and the Chinese want to unite!"

"Chinese people unite and become a dragon, and the dragon flies to the sky!"

The crowd was sonorous and powerful.

Seeing the familiar smiling faces in front of him, and seeing everyone's vows, Du Yongxiao could no longer bear it, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you!"