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Text Chapter 587 Nanyang!  Nanyang!  (three)

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    Singkawang, the second largest city in West Borneo after Pontianak, is also the main passage for Chinese workers to and from Borneo.  There is an open space in the Chinese residential area in the west of the city. In the center of the open space, a towering ancient camphor tree spreads its branches and leaves like a giant umbrella. Under the lush shade of the tree, a big clock hangs quietly. Children are playing around the big clock but nothing happens.  One person dares to knock and beat randomly.

    All major coastal cities in Borneo are the same. Not only do they have a large number of Chinese people, but they all have such a big bell.  It is said that it was cast spontaneously by the Chinese after the Lanfang tragedy, so that if something happened, the Chinese people in the city could be notified immediately to avoid danger, so everyone called it the beacon bell, and some people simply called it the funeral bell.

    After wiping out Lan Fong and seizing West Borneo, in order to control this important channel for the Chinese to enter and exit and balance the Chinese power, the Dutch colonial government not only set up a customs here, but also hired a large number of locals to manage the city, but then abandoned the majority of the Chinese.  beyond political management.

    The colonists liked to use this management method very much. The weak sea coachmen were afraid of the Chinese power and China, so they cooperated with the British and used the indigenous people to manage the Chinese, deliberately creating ethnic conflicts and balancing them.  It was precisely with this mentality that it was not until China's civil strife in 1912 that the Netherlands dared to declare West Borneo to be its colony. However, this declaration has never been accepted by the Republic of China, especially since Yang Qiu came to power. The Dutch government has been afraid of China's liquidation of the Lanfang incident.  , so they are panicking about the Sumatra oil field issue.

    Now that the dust has settled in the Sumatra oil field, the Chinese Navy sold 30% of its shares to a British company to seek peace after a brief period of intimidation.  The Netherlands mistakenly believed that China was unwilling to go to war, so it continued to pursue this policy, but it was much more restrained in squeezing the Chinese than before.

    The Dutch colonial government's restraint does not mean that the local people will also restrain themselves. The Chinese who control the economy of West Borneo and even the entire Nanyang are jealous of them, so they always take advantage of opportunities to blackmail and exploit them. Whenever the Chinese are slightly dissatisfied, they will rely on the Netherlands for support.  Inciting local people to launch riots and brazenly plunder Chinese wealth.

    Hou Minzhu is 50 years old.  He is a native of Meixian, Guangdong. When Sun Yat-sen and the Democratic Party came to Nanyang to develop, he called on the Chinese to support him and became the station director of the Singkawang Democratic Party branch.  I stayed here for 20 years.

    Opposite his window is the Singkawang branch of the Borneo National Society, which has only come here to develop in recent years.  He was quite resentful when talking about Guoshe.  It¡¯s not that Guoshe is not good. In fact, because of them, the living environment of the Chinese has been better than before in recent years, especially when faced with the collusive colonists and locals.  When he spoke, his waist became much stiffer.  What really dissatisfied him and the hundreds of thousands of members of the Nanyang Party was that the top leaders of the Party were seriously corrupted and degenerated. They were uneasy about doing well in the country under such a good situation in the year of 1911. They were constantly grabbing power and profit and internal strife. Not only was Beiyang taking advantage of their righteousness, but in the end  He was also picked as a peach by the National Society.

    Yang Qiu led the National Defense Force to rise, and worked hard on national defense and construction step by step. He not only sorted out the huge China, but also expelled Japan, moved to Europe and regained millions of land in one fell swoop. The Kuomintang was almost annihilated and finally had to  Merged with the Republican Party to form the Democratic Party.  Although this merger is forced to protect itself.  However, the members of the Nanyang Democratic Party are quite unwilling to do so. They are determined to make achievements to show to the top leaders in the country. The Democratic Party is not only fighting for power and profit, but also has grassroots party members like him who have been working for the benefit of the Chinese for decades.

    The work of this kind of sub-station is not only about internal party affairs, but also helps to deal with Chinese affairs in Singkawang.  Especially the latter made him feel that the Democratic Party was a loser.  After all, the Democratic Party has been developing here for decades and is more famous than the National Socialist Party. The first thing that Nanyang Chinese think of when something happens is the Democratic Party.  And because Borneo is a colony, the Dutch government only allows the establishment of diplomatic offices in Pontianak, so both the Democratic Party and the National Socialist Branch actually undertake a lot of embassy work.

    As soon as Hou Minzhu picked up the pen, he suddenly heard crying from downstairs.  This made him frown.  It wouldn't be unusual if it was just a noise, because usually the branch is like a vegetable market, and even things like seeking medical advice and finding a job have to be done, but such loud crying is extremely rare.  So he quickly put down his pen and went downstairs. When he arrived at the door, he found that dozens of Chinese workers were crowded outside the door covered in blood. There were also several stretchers at the door, all of which were Chinese workers who had been beaten to death or were dying.

    "Master Hou, you have to make the decision for us!" As soon as they saw Hou Minzhu, a man in his forties rushed out of the crowd, hugging him and crying anxiously.

    Hou Minzhu recognized the man and asked quickly: "Isn't this Boss Chen? What happened?"

    Boss Chen explained everything while wiping his tears.  He is a large factory owner of a rubber plantation in the eastern suburbs. In recent years, the price of rubber in the world has been rising, and domestic buyers are buying as much as they can, so business is very good, and he has gradually gathered hundreds of Chinese workers.  This morning was fine, but at noon a group of locals suddenly rushed into the plantation with machetes, cutting down everyone they met without any explanation, and the workers?Caught off guard, several people were hacked to death and dozens were injured.

    To be fair, Hou Minzhu was not too nervous at first, because this kind of thing happens often in Borneo.  Because the Chinese are rich, and after the silver crisis, major domestic banks such as Shanxi Bank opened branches here to provide loans, Chinese plantations, industries and mines have expanded dramatically in recent years.  Plantations, in particular, often require cutting down virgin rainforest, which leads to conflicts with local people who depend on the rainforest for a living, resulting in many deaths and injuries every year.  So he thought it was caused by Boss Chen's soil expansion, so he pulled him two steps away and said softly: "Brother Chen, have you expanded the soil again? Why didn't you spend some money to take care of it in advance?"

    "Stop it!" Boss Chen suddenly screamed when he heard this, and shouted in mourning: "The garden is right there, you don't believe it, use a ruler to measure it! If I expand the soil by half an inch, I won't be a human being!"

    "Why would there be a fight if the land was not expanded?"

    "How do I know! They cut down everyone they met, and even shouted that we killed their people. I have asked three times. Everyone is so busy that they have no time to sleep during this period. Who has time to answer them?" Boss Chen became more and more anxious.  He shouted anxiously: "Lao Hou, if you can't make the decision in this matter, just say so and I'll go to the National Society!"

    How can that be done?  Hou Minzhu quickly grabbed Boss Chen. Boss Chen had donated a lot of money to the Singkawang branch of the Democratic Party over the years, not to mention that a fellow countryman naturally wanted to stand up for him.  He comforted: "Brother Chen, don't worry, I'll take people to the plantation." After saying that, Hou Minzhu turned and went upstairs to take out the revolver he bought for one hundred oceans, and brought a few assistants and Boss Chen with him.  First go to the plantation to understand the situation.

    But when they arrived at the plantation, everyone was shocked. They saw that the huge plantation had been completely destroyed, all the rubber trees that took several years to harvest had been cut down, and even the two houses overlooking the garden had been torn down.

    Now let alone Hou Minzhu, everyone felt abnormal.  Normally, when there are conflicts, people will not destroy the plantations even if they die, because these natives need the plantations to blackmail the Chinese and continue to exploit them. Why did they kill them today?  The mess and blood on the ground made the Chinese workers who came with them nervous. Just when they were about to go back to discuss a solution, hundreds of locals suddenly poured out from all around. Each of these people was holding a machete about a foot long. When they saw Hou Minzhu and others  The man didn't know what he was shouting, so he rushed over like crazy, wielding a sword.

    "Let's go! Let's go back to the city!"

    When Hou Minzhu saw this, he was so frightened that he hurriedly called everyone back to the city. At the same time, he shouted to the other side in dialect to ask for the reason.  But these locals didn't give him a chance to ask, and continued to rush over with their swords raised.  In the end, he had no choice but to pull out his pistol and fire twice in the air.

    The crackling sound of gunfire caused the several gangsters running in front to slow down, but then they rushed over with eyes wide open even more excitedly.  Just when he was about to be surrounded, a group of young people holding sticks suddenly rushed out from behind Hou Minzhu.

    These young men appeared out of nowhere and started fighting with the natives with sticks on their heads and faces.  "Brothers, avenge Lao San and the others!" Seeing this, the Chinese workers in Boss Chen's plantation also picked up the guys around them and rushed into the battle circle, shouting.

    Hou Minzhu stamped his feet anxiously, trying to persuade everyone, but who could care about this at this time.  This kind of fight has been going on for decades. They are all brothers who are in trouble. If we don't stick together, won't we be bullied to death by these natives?  !  Carrying decades of resentment and hatred, the sticks hit the local gangsters mercilessly on their heads and bodies again and again, and soon they were beaten until they left several corpses and fled north.

    Seeing that there were no more dead people on his side, Hou Minzhu breathed a sigh of relief, but before everyone returned to the city, louder shouts of killing could be heard from behind.  After turning around, almost everyone's scalp was numb and their backs were cold. Thousands of local gangsters wielding machetes and sticks, led by several leaders, rushed toward the west of the city where Chinese people gathered.

    "Ring the bell! Ring the bellthe natives have killed someone!"

    "Brothers, copy the guy."

    After the death knell, which had not been heard for more than ten years, suddenly rang, the entire Singkawang fell into tension and shouting. The young and strong men picked up the wooden sticks and kitchen knives beside them and rushed out of the house, while the women held their children and shivered.

    Hou Minzhu did not dare to waste a moment and ran to the Dutch government office building. He also ordered someone to send a telegram to the local embassy in Pontianak for help, and finally sent a telegram to Hu Hanmin in Batavia.

    Singkawang is not a county town with tall walls in China. The flat streets cannot stop the local mob. When they are about to rush into the Chinese residential area, the group of young people just showed up again and led hundreds of Chinese people who organized themselves to take precautions.  Hold on tight to keep the enemy at bay and confront them.

    At the same moment, the largest bloody conflict between Chinese and locals in recent years broke out in Dongwanlu, dozens of kilometers away, and the sky above the entire West Borneo was filled with fire.The smell of blood began to permeate the airrs!  ~!

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