vstars Chapter 1142 Bandit Logic
Chapter 1142 Bandit Logic
&34;Snap!&34;
The teacup in Su Zhengyang's hand was suddenly crushed to pieces, and the fragments and tea spilled all over the floor. This sudden noise startled everyone.
"Bandit logic!" Su Zhengyang stood up suddenly and slammed his hands on the conference table. "Do you really think you are the great powers of a hundred years ago?"
His voice was filled with suppressed anger: "A hundred years ago, you used your powerful ships and cannons to open our gates and seize our territory. Now you are talking to me about ransom? What conditions?"
Chesterfield and Silva were trembling with fear at this sudden outburst. Even Wilson, who was always calm, couldn't help but shrink back.
"Let me join the Anti-Will Alliance?" Su Zhengyang sneered and looked at Chesterfield, "Do you think this is still the era of the Eight-Nation Alliance? Do you think you can still manipulate China as you did in the past?"
His voice became colder and colder: "Divide the concessions? Very good, it seems that you have really forgotten your current situation. This is not the Qing Empire, and we are no longer the sick man of East Asia who can be slaughtered at will!"
Li Yunlong sneered at the side and tapped the table lightly with the hammer in his hand, making a heart-pounding sound.
"You have relied on your powerful ships and cannons to bully our land for a hundred years," Su Zhengyang's eyes flashed with coldness, "Now, when we are able to take back our territory, you are negotiating terms with me? Talking about ransom?"
He grabbed the documents on the table and threw them in front of Chesterfield and Silva: "Open your eyes and take a good look! This is the second year of the Great China, not a hundred years ago! The current China is no longer a place that can be bullied by others!"
The atmosphere in the conference room dropped to freezing point. Chesterfield and Silva looked ashen, and they finally realized what a serious mistake they had made.
"I'll say it one last time," Su Zhengyang's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty, "either return it unconditionally, or..."
He didn't finish, but everyone understood the weight of his unfinished words. Especially when Li Yunlong slammed the hammer on the table with a "bang", the two representatives almost collapsed in their chairs.
"President Su...President Su," Wilson wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Please calm down, everything can be discussed..."
"Talk?" Su Zhengyang glanced at him coldly, "Mr. Wilson, what else do you think is worth talking about?"
He sat back in his chair, his eyes sweeping across Chesterfield and Silva like a knife: "The problem is, these two don't seem to have figured out their current position."
苏正阳从口袋里掏出香烟，动作优雅地点燃：&34；尤其是切斯特菲尔德先生，看来你们英格力还以为自己是那个&39；日不落帝国&39；？还在做着那个&39；世界霸主&39；的美梦？&34；
Chesterfield's face turned pale and blue.
"Let me remind you of the reality," Su Zhengyang slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "Your main fleet is trapped in Europe, struggling under the submarine blockade of the Bird Empire. Far East? Don't be ridiculous, you can't even protect yourself."
Wilson wanted to say something else, but Su Zhengyang raised his hand to interrupt him: "As for Portugal," he looked at Silva, "a country that can't even keep its homeland, why are you still talking to me about ransom?"
Silva's face turned red, but he couldn't say a word in rebuttal.
"Do you think this is still the same as a hundred years ago?" Su Zhengyang's voice suddenly rose. "Do you think you can still threaten China with a few ironclad ships? Do you think we are still the Shuiqing that can be bullied by others?"
He sneered: "Open your eyes and take a look. The world has changed. You so-called 'old powers' should have woken up long ago."
Li Yunlong knocked the hammer meaningfully, and the sound made Chesterfield and Silva shudder involuntarily.
Wilson opened his mouth, but found himself completely speechless. Because every word Su Zhengyang said was a naked reality - England and Portugal today are indeed no longer the powers that could call the shots in the Far East.
"Bandit logic?" Su Zhengyang sneered and put out his cigarette, "It won't work with me."
He glanced at his watch and said in a cold voice: "I'll give you another thirty seconds to think about it. Either sign this unconditional return agreement now, or..."
He suddenly stood up, resting his hands on the conference table, and stabbed Chesterfield and Silva with his eyes like a knife: "I will take these two lost territories back in three days!"
These words hit the two representatives' hearts like a heavy hammer.
"Thirty seconds," Su Zhengyang sat down again, "the timer starts."
The atmosphere in the conference room froze instantly. Only the sound of Li Yunlong's hammer gently hitting the tabletop sounded like some kind of terrifying countdown.
Chesterfield and Silva looked ashen. They both knew that this was no joke. With China's current military strength, three days would be enough to turn Hong Kong City and Australia City into ruins.
"Twenty seconds," Su Zhengyang said calmly.
Wilson and Du Bois shrank back at the same time. They could sense the murderous intent in Su Zhengyang's words - this president, who was called a "madman", really dared to take action.
&34;Ten seconds.&34;
Chesterfield's hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He remembered the destruction of the Fuso Far East Fleet three months ago, and the broken hands of the representative six months ago.
"Five seconds."
Silva was about to collapse in his chair. The pitiful defense of Australia City could not even hold out for three hours against China.
&34;Three, two...&34;
"I sign!" Chesterfield suddenly shouted, with tears in his voice, "I sign..."
"I...I'll sign too," Silva said, almost choking.
Fang Dihu immediately pushed the documents and pen in front of the two people.
Everyone present could hear the pens making a sharp sound as Chesterfield and Silva's hands shook as the pens moved across the paper.
"Very good," Su Zhengyang looked at the two signed documents and softened his tone, "You are very sensible."
He winked at Zhang Luanyu and said, "Prepare a banquet for the two representatives to enjoy the delicious food of our country. As long as they are willing to return it, we will not resort to force."
Chesterfield and Silva felt relieved, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they felt that the temperature in the meeting room seemed to drop a few degrees.
Because Su Zhengyang's gaze had turned to Romanov.
The Tsarist Russian representative had remained silent since the beginning of the negotiations. Under Su Zhengyang's gaze, he felt cold all over.
"Mr. Romanov," Su Zhengyang's voice was still calm, but it was chilling, "It seems that it is our turn to talk."
Romanov swallowed subconsciously. He knew exactly what Su Zhengyang was going to say next - 1.5 million square kilometers of Far Eastern territory. This number weighed on his mind like a mountain over the past three days.
Li Yunlong weighed the hammer in his hand meaningfully, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
Wilson and Dubois looked at each other in bewilderment. They had a premonition that the next negotiations would be even more intense. After all, compared with Hong Kong City and Macau City, the territory of the Far East was much larger, and the interests involved were much more complicated.
And Su Zhengyang was quietly looking at the Tsarist Russian representative with the eyes of a hunter looking at his prey.