1890 King of Southeast Asia

"Liu! You are really good at giving people surprises!" Charles is having a headache now. The Dutch can't get so many sailing ships with 20,000 tons of warships, so they are all steamships.

He knows that the Dutch East India Fleet has a lot of old shallow-water heavy gunboats, but the performance is also good. It can be used for patrolling and suppressing rebellions. There are also three heavy frigates with wooden and iron structures. They are outdated for Britain, but in Asia, the only ones who can beat them are theoretically the two ironclad ships of the Qing fleet!

As they were talking, they arrived at the destination. Charles got off the carriage and said to Liu Yiming:

"Dear Liu, I feel a little uncomfortable. I think I need to rest." Charles needs to think carefully about what to do next and what he and the British Empire can get!

"No problem, the waiter will help you take your luggage up, then I won't bother you! I'll go talk to those reporters." Liu Yiming said.

After that, Liu Yiming went to find the reporter. He knew that he had to give Charles some time. After all, a warship of 20,000 tons has a tonnage greater than that of the current Die Qingshui Division. It is normal that he cannot accept it for a while.

I was warned and could not send it...

Liu Yiming was originally planning to go home, but when he was leaving, he remembered that he had not told Charles that the ceremony would be held the next day, so he returned upstairs.

When Charles opened the door, his brows were furrowed, and he was absent-minded when talking to Liu Yiming. It was obvious that he had not fully accepted it.

"Charles, my friend, I am very worried about your condition." Liu Yiming said first.

"It's okay, I just need to rest for a while, what's the matter?" Charles said.

"Oh! I forgot to say before, I came to invite you to participate in the government establishment ceremony tomorrow." Liu Yiming said.

"What time does it start?" Charles asked.

"I will send someone to pick you up at 8 o'clock in the morning, but are you sure you don't need to rest?" Liu Yiming asked.

"No! I'm fine!" Charles suddenly said seriously. Are you kidding? This is evidence and achievement. Can I be left out?

"Okay, I'll go first, have a good rest!" Liu Yiming didn't persuade him, and closed the door and left.

After Liu Yiming left, Charles had a headache in the room.

"Twenty thousand tons! Twenty thousand tons! The most important thing is that there is no information yet. How can I explain it to the parliament and the big men in the Navy Department!" Charles collapsed on the bed. Liu Yiming's appearance of not revealing military intelligence made it difficult for him to deal with it.

This is really unfair to Liu Yiming. If Charles asked about the navy directly, Liu Yiming would not mind telling everything. After all, there is no technical content except for the unrepeatable tactical fraud. However, Charles has been asking about the army, and the strategic fraud of the army has not been completed. Liu Yiming would be stupid to reveal the combat effectiveness of the army.

After all, no one would be stupid enough to fight to the death with warships and coastal artillery, and the charge of shells, whether it is picric acid or dana explosives, is not something worth keeping secret. These things have long been available in the West. Picric acid was discovered as early as the mid-to-late 19th century and it can be used as an explosive, and dana explosives were invented by No.

Liu Yiming didn't care too much about Charles, he was very busy. After saying goodbye to Charles, Liu Yiming returned to the Government Affairs Office to check the arrangement of the ceremony for the next day.

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In Surabaya, the ceremony was arranged smoothly. Although it was simple, it was complete. Zhang Wentao proposed that the ceremony be held in the cities controlled by Surabaya at the same time. After Liu Yiming tacitly agreed, Semarang was also preparing, but it was not as smooth as Surabaya.

Semarang, the temporary command post of the first detachment.

Wang Yang was having a headache, and the reason for the headache was the fierce quarrel in front of him.

"I don't care, you can hold any ceremony, but I won't pay a penny, let alone participate. In addition, please be kind and don't use the name of all people. After all, I am also a Chinese, right?" said a middle-aged man with a big belly.

"Brother Liu is right. No matter what you do, we have no objection, but don't use the name of all people. You can't represent all people, don't involve us." A man in a suit and leather shoes who looked righteous agreed.

"Ridiculous, we need your consent to do things? Liu Er, do you really think you are a Dutchman? You are just a dog raised by the Dutch." The old man with gray hair said.

"That's right, you don't even look at yourself, you really take yourself seriously." A man who looks like a businessman agreed.

The cause of this incident was the establishment of the provisional government, the ceremony, Wang Yang thought that he could use the Chinese by raising his arms, but things were not that simple. There was no native riot, and the knife was on his neck, and there was indeed a problem.

The Chinese in Semarang are divided into two factions. One faction aims to be detached from China, and their daughters marry natives and their sons marry native women. They do not learn Chinese culture and are the vanguard of anti-China and the running dogs of the Dutch.

The other faction is normal Chinese and proud of their identity.

Wang Yang, who encountered this situation for the first time, was helpless and didn't know what to do.

"Liu Er, aren't you afraid that you will go to hell after you die and have no face to face your ancestors?" said the old man.

"Humph, I, Liu Er, don't believe in these things. I will go to heaven after I die to serve God." Liu Er curled his lips and said shamelessly.

"Oh?" Wang Yang finally spoke.

"God? Do you think you can see God?"

"Of course, I am the most pious lamb of the Lord!" As he said this, Liu Er pretended to make a cross on his chest.

"The activity is entirely voluntary. I didn't force anyone to participate. I just informed everyone for the sake of the Chinese. If you don't want to participate, you can hide at home. What's the point of you coming to me?" Wang Yang stared at Liu Er and said.

"Hmph! It's nothing. I just don't want to be coerced by you." Liu Er said evasively.

"I didn't think anything of it at first. I thought we were all of the same culture and race, and we were all of the same mind. Now it seems that there are still many people who are not of the same mind as us!" Wang Yang said meaningfully.

"Hmph! So what? Let me make it clear. You go your way and I go my way. We don't interfere with each other. But I am also Chinese. You can't count me in when you do this!" Liu Er said.

In the temporary command center, the gray-haired old man stared at Liu Er with his eyes wide open, like a tiger choosing its prey.

"Liu Er, you are a traitor to your teachers and ancestors. It's fine if you lick the Dutch's butt crack on weekdays, but now that the Dutch have been driven away, you are still so shameless and have the nerve to call yourself Chinese? Pah." The old man said with rapid breathing.

[Author's digression]: It's numb. There are more than 2,500 words of content that can't be posted. I revised it for an hour, and the meaning has changed after revising it... I just deleted it. I don't know what's wrong with this part of the content. It may be because it involves too many things. It's okay. It can also be regarded as a foreshadowing. I will add it when I write later. It's very annoying. That's all for today.