Reborn as King of South America

Chapter 293: The Inn
The purpose of striking down and arresting the Argentine elite who were resisting was, firstly, to warn the white upper class who temporarily submitted to the rule of the Han government but secretly maintained close contact with the resistance forces.
The second reason was to take this opportunity to confiscate land and property and fill the financial gap left by the long-term war.

As the old and the new alternated, the Chinese regime replaced the native whites in controlling the La Plata region. Li Mingyuan needed to seize land and wealth from the old interest groups, and then use force and administrative power to complete the redistribution of land and wealth and cultivate the Chinese in South America into a new interest class.

As the night was drawing to a close, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the thin mist.

Huang Feihong was awakened by the sound outside the inn. He got up, put on a white shirt, got out of bed, stood by the window on the second floor and looked out.

The sound of horse hooves became clearer and clearer. A group of ragged and dishevelled white Argentines came from not far away and staggered past the inn.

Most of the Argentine whites who were closely monitored by the Chinese soldiers were older. After observing them for a minute or two, they found that almost all the whites were middle-aged people over 40 years old, and there were very few elderly, weak, women and children under 20 years old.

They are resisting and sabotaging the merger and reorganization plan of universities.
The guilt of the fifty or sixty teachers in Afghanistan's colleges and universities was not too big, but considering the government's image and the influence of Western public opinion, the arrest operation was limited to the parties themselves, and their wives, children and parents were only temporarily detained and guarded, and no further punishment measures were implemented. …………

The queue responsible for guarding the Argentine prisoners stretched for about a hundred meters. After three or five minutes, the last escorting soldier disappeared from Huang Feihong's sight. At this time, he was just about to lie down on the bed to rest for a while when a series of hawking sounds rang out downstairs.

Three farmers, each holding a large box, walked to the willow tree next to the inn, opened the boxes, and revealed seven or eight newly-fledged little birds inside.

The young birds have light brown and creamy white feathers with dark green stripes, a less dark fiery red feather on their heads, and a long magpie-like tail.

Two slightly stronger little birds stood on the bottom of the box, with their claws clenched, tails sticking out, and their angry little crowned heads raised, chirping at the top of their lungs, not afraid of the humans around them at all.

The three farmers selling baby birds stopped for only more than ten minutes before more than forty Chinese people in different clothes came one after another from the perimeter of the road and under a row of trees in front of the inn. Some of them wore shabby clothes such as coarse cloth shorts and pushed a whole cart of goods on a shoulder pole or a cart; some wore long coats and were followed by three or two young men dressed as waiters, who patrolled back and forth in front of each small stall.

Time slowly passed by half an hour, the fog outside gradually dissipated, and the sounds of people walking back and forth inside and outside the inn were heard.

After simply tidying up his clothes, Huang Feihong went downstairs, intending to take the initiative to discuss the meeting with Zhang Zhenxun.

"Mr. Huang, the master just went out. He should be in the small market outside the inn now."

After hearing from the servant that Zhang Zhenxun was not in the guest room, Huang Feihong took out a silver dollar to thank him, then left the inn and walked outside.

"Old man, you have a very good eye. This kind of bird is called the Guyiba Cuckoo in foreign countries.
These birds live in forests and bushes, usually in groups of ten or twenty, and it is not easy to catch them.

Under a thick willow tree, a seemingly honest Chinese man dressed like a farmer was talking boastfully.

"When did you catch these birds?"

"Just caught it two days ago."

"Not really." The middle-aged Chinese man shook his head and said
"These two birds are tame in nature. They are probably pets kept by people and flew out of the cage not long ago." "That's not the case. This kind of bird is just like that."

"Are they always so docile?" "Yes, young birds are always fearless. When they grow up, they are a little cunning, but not too powerful." ...

While the two were talking, a group of people came from the road. The leader smiled and said, "Guiba cuckoos are widely distributed in the La Plata area. You can catch seven or eight cuckoos by making a simple trap.

Mr. Zhang, they think you look wealthy and want to do a small business with you."

"Lord Sun"

Seeing who the person was, Zhang Zhenxun smiled and said indifferently, "My daughter started school when she was young, and she followed me to manage the business when she was ten years old. She suffered a lot. I just saw a few cuckoos that I had never seen before, so I wanted to buy them for my daughter as a toy." "Of course."

Sun Bin nodded and agreed, "Your daughter is young, intelligent, graceful and elegant. Even His Majesty praised her highly when he saw her."

"When did the King of Han summon his daughter?"

The first question that popped into Zhang Zhenxun's mind was:

"I was raised in the countryside and do not know the etiquette. If I said something impolite when I meet Your Majesty, I hope Lord Sun can explain it to me."

"Mr. Zhang, you are worrying too much. A month ago, when Your Majesty made a special trip to visit Miss Wu, he happened to meet your daughter at Miss Wu's house. When your daughter talked to Your Majesty, she was very generous and polite, and Your Majesty appreciated her very much."

"Praised by the King of Han? If it was simply because he admired my daughter's appearance and character, why would Sun Bin come to me and say this?"

Zhang Zhenxun slowly realized the deeper meaning of Sun Bin's words.

"My daughter is virtuous and beautiful. If she marries the Han King Li Mingyuan, she may replace Songka Wu's daughter and become the mistress of millions of square kilometers of the Han Kingdom in South America. Even if Li Mingyuan values ​​​​relationship and still makes Songka Wu's daughter the queen, my daughter will enter the palace, and the Nanyang Zhang family will also rise to become Han's foreign relatives. Not only will the wealth accumulated by the Zhang family for decades be protected, but Zhang Zhenxun himself may also take advantage of the opportunity to become the most successful Chinese businessman in Nanyang."

The pros and cons were easy to calculate, and Zhang Zhenxun naturally made the most rational decision.

"Your Majesty the King of Han is wise and powerful. I have heard of your majesty's deeds since I was in Nanyang. I have admired you for a long time, but because of my humble background, I have never dared to express my feelings. I wonder if Lord Sun can help me realize my wish?"

"Haha, you are too polite, Mr. Zhang. Since your daughter has already expressed her feelings, I will naturally try my best to facilitate this."

Sun Bin breathed a sigh of relief, and a stone in his heart was put down. There was nothing he could do. Li Mingyuan had taken a fancy to the girl, but it was not easy for him to say it directly. He could only ask his subordinates to find a way to bring them together.

Zhang Zhenxun arranged his daughter's future marriage, and in a happy mood, he did not argue with the farmers, but generously took out a bag of silver and bought all eight cuckoos. ...

Huang Feihong waited for a while at the market stall outside the inn. When he saw the two men finished their business, he immediately approached them and asked, "Sir, when will His Royal Highness the King of Han be ready to summon us?"

"Who is this?"

"Sir Sun, this is Mr. Huang Feihong, a famous martial arts master in Guangdong. Mr. Huang is here on behalf of Chen Lanbin, the supervisor of Chinese students studying in the United States." Zhang Zhenxun explained.

"It turns out to be Mr. Huang. I have heard of your name for a long time."

Sun Bin simply said politely, and continued, "The Han Kingdom understands Lord Chen's predicament, but the 17 children who came to seek refuge have been sent to Germany, France and other countries to learn Western technology. It is impossible to send them back."

"So what does your country mean?"

"Your Majesty and other government officials have discussed and decided that if Lord Chen wants to deal with the Qing court's accountability, he might as well forge evidence that the young children studying in the United States died of illness due to acclimatization. In this way, the Qing court will not blame you too much."

"But what about Wu Jiashan's report letter?"

"This is not difficult. Anti-Chinese riots are breaking out in the United States. We can create an accident and let Wu Jiashan meet with an accident. He will be beaten by American thugs and die on the street."…………

(End of this chapter)