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Chapter 1139 New World (First update, please subscribe)
A better world…

Song Chengjun didn't know what this world was like, but all he could do now was to persuade those people to leave.

"Don't be confused. If you don't leave now, how long can you wait?"

Looking at everyone present in the Pacific Restaurant, Song Chengjun said.

"Do you have to wait until someone comes to your door and takes over all your business before you know to leave?"

"Oh, Brother Song, this is not as serious as you say. It's just that the emperor takes turns to sit on the throne. This year it's just his turn. They are just against Batista. It's just a change of people. Since ancient times, emperors have never killed obedient people!"

"That's right, Brother Sun is right. No matter who takes over the throne, people still need to eat. We Tang people have so many businesses in Havana and employ so many people. How can they not want us?"

For a moment, the restaurant was filled with the sound of harmony. Looking at the people sitting there, Song Chengjun sighed helplessly. Wang Changyuan, who was standing beside him, comforted him.

"Brother Song, do your best and leave the rest to fate!"

"That's all!"

Song Chengjun sighed and looked around the restaurant. Pacific Restaurant was the most popular restaurant here and witnessed the prosperity of Chinatown. This Chinese restaurant has always been the favorite of Chinese people in Havana. People can usually go to Pacific Restaurant to enjoy a comfortable cup of morning tea, which is a benefit especially for Cantonese people. People who come home late at night can also have a midnight snack here.

I’m afraid it will be goodbye forever after this time!

Song Chengjun never believed in anyone, but he never doubted Li Yian's words. Since Li Yian said that they could no longer stay in Cuba, then they definitely could not stay there.

It's time to leave!
Thinking this in his mind, Song Chengjun's mood became increasingly heavy. Just like that, a gathering with friends still ended without any result.

A few days later, Song Chengjun arrived at the airport. Apart from Wang Changyuan, only a few families were willing to leave, most of whom had businesses in Southeast Asia. They looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"In two years it will be the Western calendar year. I didn't expect to leave Havana at this time!"

While Wang Changyuan was sighing, some Cubans had gathered around the radio not far away, and soon news came in - the rebels attacked Santa Clara, the capital of Las Villas Province!
"They are actually going to occupy the capital of Las Villas Province!"

When everyone heard this, their faces suddenly changed. What did this mean?
No one knew, at least not on December 29, 1958, until a few days later, when the rebels entered Havana, people knew what was going to happen.

……

"Hey……"

Looking at the telegram forwarded by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Li Yian sighed helplessly and then said.

"Pity!"

It is a pity because in two days, as Cuban President Batista hastily flees abroad, Cuba will undergo earth-shaking changes.

This change has no impact on Nanyang. Who is the only one affected?
It’s the local Tang people!

As early as the 19th century, Chinese workers entered Cuba as contract laborers. After the contract labor was abolished, a large number of Chinese immigrants immigrated to Cuba. Now there are as many as 15 Chinese people in the country, ranking first among all countries in Central and South America.

There are many Chinese doing private business in Havana, and Chinese shops account for 40% of the total number of shops in Havana. There are also cinemas that show Tangshan and Nanyang movies.

Over the past decade, Li Yian has been trying to introduce local expatriates to Southeast Asia because he knows what will happen - Cuba erupted in a revolution and overthrew the pro-American regime. Two years later, Castro announced to the world that Cuba had joined the Eastern Bloc. In the following years, all private enterprises were nationalized, and many Tang people lost everything.

Some of them had no choice but to leave Cuba and go to the United States to start a new business. Many people had to stay in Cuba, and many of them did not even get married throughout their lives.

Looking at the distant sea shrouded in sunset glow, the fate of hundreds of thousands of Chinese in Cuba is like a beach shrouded in twilight, hazy and sad.

Li Yian smoked a cigarette silently and said to himself:
"No matter what, we must bring these people back. One hundred and fifty thousand of them! A full one hundred and fifty thousand!"

One hundred and fifty thousand!
For the current Nanyang, perhaps not much, and for Nanyang that has passed its initial stage, these people are just people, and Nanyang does not need them.

What is needed in Nanyang? Excellent talents, not ordinary laborers.

But what about Mindanao?

There are only one million Chinese in Mindanao now, and 15 Chinese account for % of the population!

It is an extremely valuable human asset for Mindanao, Surabaya and Malaya.

In the next few decades, there will no longer be a steady stream of Tang immigrants, but in contrast, the native population is increasing!

This means that every Tang person overseas is extremely valuable. The purpose of adding these Tang people to these areas is not only to enrich the local labor force, but also to enrich the local Tang population.

This is the most important thing. After all, if the Tang people want to grasp the power of these countries and regions, they must maintain a relatively advantageous population ratio. Therefore, even one Tang person is very precious.

This is also the reason why in the past few years, all the immigrants brought from Hong Kong Island were sent to Malaya, Mindanao, Surabaya, and even Siam. The purpose is to ensure the population ratio advantage of the Tang people, so as to ensure that the power in the hands of the Tang people will not be lost due to insufficient population.

"So, a plan to evacuate the Chinese nationals can be developed."

After thinking about it, Li Yian shook his head again and talked to himself.

"I'm afraid they are not willing to leave now. Let's wait a few more years. Then, they will naturally be willing to leave."

It just takes a little effort!

Thinking this in his heart, Li Yian cast his gaze towards the distant sea, with a little disappointment in his eyes. "…Whether you are homeless or have suffered from bumps and bruises, give it all to me, give it all to me…"

……

where is this place?
Ding Chenghua looked at the shack in front of him. Many people lived here, including men, women, and children. Although most of their clothes were shabby, their faces looked much better.

The children laughed from time to time. They were in groups of three or five, chasing and playing in the open space of the shelter. Their cheerful laughter echoed in the open space, but more people sat there, staring at the TV - there were news and cartoons playing on TV, stories about Nanyang, and life there. People's eyes were flashing with vague but firm longing for the future.

This is true for children, big or small.

This is the Yayosan refugee camp. Although it is surrounded by barbed wire, life here seems very comfortable. I don't know how many children drank milk for the first time in their lives, and many women couldn't help but smell the fragrance of soap when taking a bath. But what makes people even happier is the food - not only is there plenty of rice, but there is also meat every day.

"Nanyang, it's really amazing!"

Ding Chengding took a puff of his cigarette - every male refugee could get 5 cigarettes a day.

"Here, each person gets one and a half kilograms of rice and 50 grams of meat a day, and children get 200 grams of milk a day..."

As he spoke, Ding Chengding's eyes involuntarily fell on the notice posted nearby - it listed the supplies they should receive every day and how much food they should eat. If there was a shortage, they could call or complain to the inspector at any time.

"Milk is not necessarily a good thing. Some children have had diarrhea after drinking it!"

Ding Chenghua said.

"The doctor said it's lactose intolerance, but most children are sensitive to high protein and have never been exposed to it in the past. They just need to drink it for a few days and it will be fine."

Ding Chengding said as he explained.

"All this money came from Nanyang."

"No matter how good Nanyang is, we can't go there!"

Ding Chenghua couldn't help but complain.

"In the past, you could go to Nanyang at will. There were boatloads of people there, and you could go anywhere. But now, unless you have graduated from university, you cannot go to Nanyang. And the university must be recognized by others, otherwise it doesn't count even if you have graduated from university..."

Listening to his brother's complaints, Ding Chengding hurriedly said.

"Speak softly, speak softly, don't let anyone hear you..."

The eldest brother's words made Ding Chenghua look at him and then laughed.

"Brother, you still haven't adapted to it yet..."

Seeing his elder brother's unnatural look, Ding Chenghua waved his hand and said.

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about this. Brother, you just talked with those people for so long, what did you talk about?"

"We didn't talk about anything, just the future. Those volunteers from Nanyang said that people like me can go to Nanyang."

"Brother, can you go to Nanyang?"

Looking at his brother's surprised expression, Ding Chengding explained.

"They said that as long as it was confirmed that I had indeed participated in the war, I would definitely be able to go to Southeast Asia. They also said that some people could also go to Southeast Asia because they brought honor and mourning letters for relatives who died in the war, saying that they had made contributions to the nation..."

When saying this, Ding Chengding's expression became extremely complicated, his eyes flickered with light, and then he started smoking silently.

"This, this...Brother, you have fought against the Japanese before."

Looking at his elder brother, Ding Chenghua said.

"Then you must go. I heard from people that you can earn a lot more money in Southeast Asia. Why go to Malaya when you can go there?"

Shaking his head, Ding Chengding said.

"I'm going to Southeast Asia, what about you? We are two brothers. I got you into trouble, but you risked your life to save me. We two brothers finally got out, how can we be separated?"

"But……"

Ding Chenghua muttered as the words came to his lips.

"You are my brother. If I don't save you, are we still brothers?"

As night falls, the refugee camp is covered by a thin layer of moonlight, and the stars seem to be silently watching the joys and sorrows of this land. Occasionally, there are always bursts of laughter coming from under the shed. The small black and white TV is crowded with people. The programs played on the TV screen are not just funny TV series, but also the life seen through the screen.

A happy, beautiful life.

People gathered there, staring at the TV. In their eyes there was only the longing for the happy life on TV. Occasionally, they would discuss the future in a low voice. In their eyes, there was both reluctance to the past and expectation for the future.

A few days later, with the arrival of an immigrant ship, hundreds of people in the shelter lined up and boarded the ship to Malaya with great anticipation, hoping to live a happy life there.

There... is their new world!
(End of this chapter)