Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

With the strong financial support of the Chinese “Nine Group”, Confucius Institutes have sprung up all over Kenya like mushrooms after a rain.

For those Kenyans, this is definitely an opportunity to make a comeback, especially those poor Kenyans who have lived under white slavery all their lives and have never pursued anything and have no chance to pursue it.

But now, the establishment of the Confucius Institute has given them a future.

You can receive free education, study in colleges, and learn the profound Chinese culture.

You can also learn sewing techniques, cooking techniques, and other skills for free at the academy.

This is a timely help for many Kenyans, especially young people, who have no way out.

Coupled with the establishment of more and more Chinese companies in Kenya, the importance of Chinese has been revealed. On many occasions, it has even surpassed the English commonly used here and has become a very fashionable language.

In the streets of Kenya, as long as someone can say simple Chinese expressions such as "Hello" and "Thank you", a large number of people will be envious and jealous.

Such people are likely to enter Chinese-funded enterprises and are likely to be reused by Chinese bosses.

Especially Chinese garment factories, Chinese food factories, Chinese steel smelting plants, Chinese shipping companies, and even Chinese banks, etc., have extremely high salaries, which are 15% or even half higher than the salaries of many white companies.

Therefore, after the establishment of the Confucius Institute, more and more Kenyans began to study Chinese crazily and enrich themselves with Chinese culture. Many of them even gave themselves Chinese names, such as "Li Fugui", "Zhang Daxi", "Tian Jiale" "Chinese names with a simple Chinese flavor are blooming everywhere.

For the local Chinese working in Kenya, the construction of the Confucius Institute has provided them with more jobs.

The college recruits a large number of teachers to teach Chinese characters and Chinese idioms, as well as a large number of Chinese chefs, tailors, etc.

These Chinese, who originally had to squeeze in to make a living in Chinatown, walked out proudly for the first time, no longer hiding, openly joined the Confucius Institute, and transformed themselves into lecturers at the institute.

These are not included, because the Confucius Institute’s promotion of traditional Chinese virtues has made many Chinese people become veritable “senior people” who can be compared with those packaged “white gentlemen”.

It can be said that as a Chinese, no matter where you go in Kenya, those black Kenyans will bow to you politely and say in half-baked Chinese: "Hello, sir!"

Under such circumstances, the status of the Chinese throughout Kenya has been rising unknowingly.

Black hair, dark eyes, and yellow skin are no longer derogatory terms, but are symbols of nobility and profoundness.

to the opposite--

Now the status of white Kenyans is under strong impact from the Chinese.

In the past, white people were equivalent to god-like existences throughout Kenya and had many privileges. When white people took the bus, other black people could not ride with them.

When white people walk, all black people must take the initiative to show courtesy.

Even when eating in hotels, black people were never allowed to appear at white people's tables, and waiters had to wear white gloves to serve their white gods.

Now, the strong rise of the Chinese has broken the unfair status quo of white people being superior.

The Chinese people's natural tolerance, kindness, and diligence outweigh the selfishness, greed, and arrogance of the white people.

Now if you go to the streets of Kenya to interview and ask them which one is better, Chinese or white, and which one would you rather make friends with, their answer will definitely be: "Chinese!"

…

"Damn, how could this happen?"

“A total of thirty-eight Confucius Institutes were actually established!”

"God, how long has it been? Three months? Are those Chinese crazy? Don't they know that this is a loss-making business?"

The white Speaker Thomson swung his golf club angrily, treating the golf balls on the grass as the heads of those hateful Chinese people, and knocked them away with a bang.

Jack, the white congressman, and three other companions stood by at a loss.

On the other side were white capitalists investing in Kenya. There were five of them, and their expressions were full of dissatisfaction and complaints.

"Sir Speaker, no matter what you say, now that things have happened, the establishment of those Confucius Institutes is a huge threat to us!"

"Yes, as the masters of Kenya, we are now being driven away and insulted! We who were originally aloof have become the villains in the hearts of black people!"

Said two big bosses among white capitalists.

"Now we need you to take action! Since you can't stop the expansion of the Confucius Institute, then stop the rise of the Chinese group!"

"That's right! From the beginning to the end, this is the rise of Chinese forces led by Du Yongxiao! From Chinese factories, to Confucius Institutes, to the entire Chinatown, the strength of Chinese people in Kenya is no longer the same. This is for us It’s a huge threat!”

Jack, the white congressman, hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Ahem, we all know what you are thinking! We have indeed felt the damage caused by the rise of the Chinese to our white interests!"

"What do you understand?"

"You know shit!"

White capitalists do not take these congressmen seriously.

To be precise, these congressmen are supported by them with money. Without their funding, how could these congressmen be so fat?

Jack's face turned red after being scolded, and he didn't know what to say.

The white capitalist boss continued to rebuke: "The gold and diamond mines we originally controlled were robbed by those hateful Chinese, and our rich oil resources were also robbed by them!"

"That's not all!" another white capitalist yelled, "I am engaged in coffee production, and now even those coffee beans are monopolized by those hateful Chinese! It is a thing of the past for us to buy those agricultural products at low prices!"

These capitalists complained one after another, blaming Thomson and Jack for their inaction and allowing the Chinese to fan the flames of trouble in Kenya and monopolize their way to wealth.

Thomson couldn't stand listening anymore, coughed a few times and said: "Bosses, I know all the content of your complaints! But the problem is that you have been buying those precious diamonds, gold, and coffee beans at very cheap prices! "

"What, are you questioning us?"

"Do you know that's how you earn all the money you charge us?"

The capital boss got angry at Thomson.

Thomson was humiliated by the rebuke.

"Okay, bosses! I know what you mean. Our main problem now is how to solve the problem, not who to blame."

"How to solve it, please tell me!"

Thomson's eyes were gloomy and he gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, all the problems here are because of one person!"

"Du Yongxiao?" Jack asked.

"Yes, that's him!" Thomson said. "If he hadn't made the warlords in Kenya form an alliance, how could Kenya be so stable? A turbulent Kenya is beneficial to us British, isn't it?"

"If it weren't for him, how could the forces in Chinatown rush out and seize Nairobi? We white people can't even open an entertainment city, let alone a casino or a slave market!"

"If it weren't for him, how could the Confucius Institute be established? How could those black Kenyans learn Chinese? And start to despise us white people?"

Thomson emphasized, "So, the root of all evil lies with that damn Du Yongxiao!"

"Yes, it's him!"

"Damn him!"

"Damn him!"

The others roared together.

"So, what are you going to do?"

The white capitalists cast questioning looks.

Thomson smiled, very evil and sinister: "The easiest way to get rid of the source of all evil is to do it once and for all!"

Everyone gave each other a knowing look.

"Then who will do this?" the white capitalist asked again.

"Of course we cannot let us noble white people do it. That would not only expose our identities, but would also be counterproductive!"

"That's right, we white people have to keep our manners. It's better to leave things like murder and arson to those lowly people!"

Some congressmen hurriedly spoke.

Thomson sneered in his heart and said contemptuously: "A bunch of cowards!"

"Of course, I'm not a fool! Of course we won't let our white friends do such dirty things! On the contrary, everyone knows that those Chinese like to fight among themselves, so I invited a friend who can help us solve all the problems !”

"Who is it?"

"Friends, come out!" Thomson shouted not far away.

After a moment, a figure came out.

He was a Chinese man, wearing a long robe and with a humble attitude.

Seeing the person coming, someone who knew him exclaimed: "Why is it him?"

"Who is he?"

"The former Chinatown boss, Zeng Guoxiong!"

"Oh, it turned out to be him! Wasn't he expelled from the Chinese Society by Du Yongxiao?"

"Yes, I heard that he has nothing now and is almost like a lost dog!"

Listening to these sarcasms and ridicules, Zeng Guoxiong's face was gloomy. Quan pretended that he didn't hear anything. He came to Thomson and others, clasped his fists and said, "My lord, Zeng Guoxiong, pays homage to all the bosses!"

"Very good, Mr. Zeng! What do you think about the suggestion I made before?" Thomson asked on behalf of everyone. "If you are willing, we will provide you with some manpower and financial support behind the scenes! Of course, if you are not willing, we will not force you. After all, you have nothing now. If you give it a try, you may be able to get back what you have lost. everything!"

Thomson's words were full of temptation.

Zeng Guoxiong gritted his teeth: "I promise you! Du Yongxiao and I have sworn not to share the same fate!"

"Very good! So what are you going to do?" Thomson looked over with a sinister look.

Zeng Guoxiong's eyes revealed a sinister look, "I only want two things, one, a gun, and two, money!"

"Okay, I can give it to you!" Thomson said happily, "Then what?"

"Then I need you to help me contact the local Sickle Gang!" Zeng Guoxiong said, "This time I want to deal with Du Yongxiao!"