I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

"Who's joking with you?"

Xu Wude was furious and slapped Xu Damao on the head. "Do you think you're any better than that ant in front of Zhou Weiguo? Does he even deserve to lift a finger for an ant like you?"

He softened his tone and patiently explained, "Fortunately, we haven't completely fallen out yet. We need to quickly show goodwill. Remember, it's goodwill, not an apology. An apology from an ant is worthless; only benefits matter. Only by lowering our stance and offering tangible benefits will we prevent him from remembering our family and taking us down with him the next time he raises his hand to clean up trouble."

"This is the only way for our family to survive! A real man can bend and stretch. Since we've already offended a high-ranking official, we have to find a way to make amends. Otherwise, not only you, but your mother and I will be in big trouble sooner or later. Besides, if we can get on the good side of this family, we'll be set for life."

Xu Wude's eyes were firm. "Da Mao, listen to me and go dig up the things your mother and I made you bury at home, then come with me to deliver them."

Xu Damao looked incredulous: "Dad, even if you're going to deliver something, shouldn't you do it secretly at night? You just do this all day? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Xu Wude rolled his eyes before continuing, "I'm not stupid. Hurry up and go dig something. You talk too much nonsense."

the other side.

Zhou Weiguo sat in the room with a grim expression, holding his beautiful daughter in his arms, but his mood was extremely bad.

The thought of what that kid surnamed Lan said and the people he might be involved with made his anger surge uncontrollably.

Just then, the silence inside the room was broken by a rapid knocking on the door.

"Come in." Zhou Weiguo's voice carried a hint of suppressed anger.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man strode into the room, standing tall and reporting to the commander: "Reporting to the commander, the situation has been clarified."

Zhou Weiguo raised his eyes and stared intently at him, his face as serious as iron: "Speak."

"The policeman didn't take Lan Zhan to the nearest Sixth Hospital. Instead, he drove around to Friendship Hospital. Then he made a phone call. I was a little too late and only saw the last four digits of the number: 6235."

Upon hearing the number, Zhou Weiguo's eyes widened in shock. Sure enough, it was "Haili's" call!

It really is related to that person! But when he thought about the complicated relationship involved, he couldn't directly tell Elder Qin and the others, so he could only struggle with it in silence.

Just as his thoughts were churning, his communicator suddenly vibrated. Seeing that the caller was Shore, he answered immediately without thinking.

Before he could even speak, Shaot's extremely anxious voice came through the receiver: "Master, something terrible has happened! Please come to the space control room immediately, I have an important report to give!"

Zhou Weiguo was taken aback at first, then his face darkened, and he waved for the intelligence personnel to leave. Only then did he lock the door and flash into the system space.

As soon as Zhou Weiguo stepped into the space, he sensed something was wrong. The guards and all the staff were busy at work, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

He strode quickly into the base's control room. As soon as he saw Shaot, she rushed up to him with a grave expression and said urgently, "Master, news has come from Java! The General Manager's office has begun approving General Manager's Order No. 10!"

These words stunned Zhou Weiguo, who didn't immediately grasp their meaning.

Shaot's expression grew increasingly anxious, and he quickly explained, "Master, according to the original timeline, this decree should have been discussed and issued at the end of 1959. Our people, after an urgent investigation, suspect that its early activation is related to our efforts to gain a permanent seat on the UN Security Council. There are too many geopolitical issues involved. Java is currently pro-Western, and several other pro-Western regimes in the surrounding area also have reservations about us. After all, our bid for a permanent seat was initiated by the West, which will inevitably trigger a chain reaction."

After a moment's thought, Zhou Weiguo suddenly understood. Sure enough, the side effects of the US's push for a permanent seat on the UN Security Council were coming! He just hadn't expected the chain reaction to be so intense. He wasn't sure what this "General Order No. 10" was, and he was even more worried that it was related to the tragedy targeting Chinese people at the end of 1959.

"Short, tell me about the situation in Java first."

Zhou Weiguo stepped forward, his tone grave, "By the way, what exactly is this Order No. 10? What will the consequences be? It's rare to see such anxiety on your face; to be honest, it makes me uneasy. Is it related to the anti-Chinese riots of late 1959?"

Shaot's voice was serious: "Master, it's normal that you don't know. Whether it's Java or the West, they are all inextricably linked to this matter. The first anti-Chinese movement in Java occurred after the issuance of this General Order No. 10. At that time, nearly 500,000 Chinese were killed or injured in Jakarta and Surabaya in just over two months. We originally had enough time to prepare, but it seems that it is very likely that the issue of joining the UN Security Council has triggered a chain reaction, which has led the Javanese leadership to directly launch anti-China actions."

"Five hundred thousand?"

Zhou Weiguo trembled violently, startling his daughter in his arms. He quickly steadied himself and stared intently at Shao Te. "How much did you say? Five hundred thousand? Are you sure about that number?"

"Yes, Master."

Shaote spoke with certainty, "I remember seeing relevant information in the US database. Although the current world is different from the original timeline, the basic historical context is not much different. The information I saw at the time clearly recorded that the number of Chinese casualties in that anti-Chinese incident was 500,000."

Zhou Weiguo took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and pressed on, "So what's the situation in Java now? Have rioters started harassing the Chinese community?"

"Master, you may not know this, but in fact, it is common for Chinese people in Java to be harassed and bullied in this timeline. Whether it is robbery or murder in the street, it is already a common phenomenon."

Shaote's face was grave. "I can even tell you with certainty that these local violent gangs are thugs deliberately organized by Javanese officials. Historically, these organizations initially numbered around 20,000 to 30,000, and around 130,000 to 140,000 at this point in time. However, in the original timeline, after the news of this so-called Commander-in-Chief No. 10 spread, they began to recruit rapidly and ostentatiously, expanding to a staggering 300,000 people. According to the original timeline, once this bill is enacted, these thugs will immediately begin persecuting the local Chinese, resulting in two months of burning, killing, and looting in the Chinese communities of Jakarta and Surabaya, causing no fewer than 200,000 direct deaths and nearly 300,000 injuries."

Zhou Weiguo's face instantly turned ashen, his fingers gripping the communicator turning white: "These beasts, they've already started?"