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Chapter 655 The Strongest Fortress (First update, please subscribe)
Rows of high-rise buildings, brightly lit billboards, and spacious avenues filled with jeeps, Fords, and BMWs. Of course, the largest number are bicycles and mopeds. This place looks very similar to Nanyang.

But unlike Nanyang, this gorgeous scene is only in the main urban area, especially the central city, which has the largest concentration of Tang people and is also the most prosperous area in Zamboanga.

Foreign immigrants gather in civilian areas extending from the main city. There are also buildings there - six-story apartments are neatly arranged like soldiers. In the apartments with a floor height of only 2.4 meters, you can always hear the voices from next door. ——The quarrels of couples, the cries of children, and so on. These houses are more like pigeon cages than apartments.

This pigeon cage-like apartment building houses the lowest working people who contribute their blood and sweat to the operation of the city of Zamboanga - they are all Filipinos.

For these people, not living in shantytowns is already a blessing. After all, many of their compatriots live in garbage dumps and in those straw shacks.

It is absolutely a blessing for them to live in an apartment with electricity and water.

Generally speaking, Mindanao under the rule of the Tang Dynasty is now extremely prosperous in economy and business. There are large plantations here, and tropical crops such as abaca, sugar, rubber, coffee, cocoa, etc. are prospering the local economy. Economically speaking, Mindanao has now become the most economically developed region in the Philippines.

All this is due to Tangren's excellent management and business talent.

"As long as you give us time, we can turn even a desert into the most prosperous city in the world!"

Tang people once said so arrogantly.

This is not conceited words, but an ironclad fact. Whether in the past or now, Tang people have proved this to the world with their own sweat.

Batavia, Manila, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Saigon, Bangkok... Almost every big city that can be named in Southeast Asia was built brick by brick by the Tang people. It was the Tang people who built these cities. The commerce of these cities flourished.

It's just that the Tang people were never the masters of these cities. At least it never used to be. But now everything has changed.

Today's Zamboanga belongs to the Tang people. Although this city prospered because of the Tang people, and although it was once occupied by outsiders, this city now belongs to the Tang people.

"Five years!"

Opening the two windows of the office, the bustling sound suddenly poured into the room. The increasingly prosperous city made the noise of the city louder and louder.

Looking at the city outside the window, Xu Xiangpeng looked proud. Having just been elected as a judicial member of the Autonomous Committee at the beginning of the year, he could now be said to be in a high position.

Below a few people, above ten thousand people!

After opening the window, Xu Xiangpeng lit a cigarette with some pride, and then turned the radio to Nanyang Radio 3. Wagner's music came from the radio, and the music on the radio sounded like a live band playing.

Xu Xiangpeng opened the refrigerator-type wine cabinet, poured a small glass of ice-cold Fanta, and drank it slowly and sip after sip.

He enjoys this kind of life very much. This is the life that power brings.

Before entering this office, he was just an ordinary congressman, but now?

Not only was he a member of Parliament, but he was also a member of the Judiciary.

He stared at the door of the wine cabinet, slowly walked towards the window, turned his back to the wine cabinet, and stared into the distance. Although the building in that direction was blocked by other buildings, he could still see the towering building on the top of the building. of iron tower.

Looking at the iron tower, Xu Xiangpeng frowned, sighed, and turned towards his desk. He looked at the newspaper in front of him and shook his head again, a bitterness welling up in his heart, but his eyes flashed with a strange look.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Xiangpeng walked out of the office. Soon, he came to another office. Looking at the secretary outside the door, he asked.

"Secretary-General Li, is the Chairman here?"

"The Chairman has been waiting for you in the office."

The door opened, and Xu Xiangpeng saw Chairman Zhao Chenggang bowing his head in front of his desk, seemingly looking at documents.

"sit!"

Zhao Chenggang looked up at Xu Xiangpeng and said.

"Is that what happened?"

"Here is a question from the Department of Justice in Manila. They are extremely angry about the incident that happened in Zamboanga. Minister Lopez called and said that the Philippines is a country ruled by law. He asked us to treat this matter fairly and not let the Philippine law It becomes a joke.”

As Xu Xiangpeng spoke, he handed over an official letter from the Manila Ministry of Justice. In name, the Manila Ministry of Justice was indeed his boss. After all, they were both prosecutors general, one national and one local.

"What do you want me to do? Didn't the police department already reply? It was just an accident! Just reply to them directly!"

Zhao Chenggang asked, with a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He also studied law. Before the war, he studied law at the University of Manila. After the outbreak of the Pacific War, he returned to Tangshan to join the army, and later became a task force. When he was in Zamboanga , he was a judge of a special court, and thousands of Filipino traitors were sentenced to death under his trial.

He knew why he did that, it was for the benefit of all the Tang people, and he also knew very well what the Tang people relied on to gain a foothold here.

"Just a Moro, no big deal!"

"This is the truth, but Manila has been watching, and this incident has had a very bad impact in various places." Xu Xiangpeng's answer made Zhao Chenggang frown and said.

"Since when does Manila care about the Moros?"

Suddenly stopping, Zhao Chenggang understood why Manila cared about this matter. He stared at Xu Xiangpeng, even expecting him to continue talking.

Xu Xiangpeng, who was stared at, couldn't sit still, but he still said.

"Chairman, this is not a Moro issue, but a legal issue. If you just attribute the matter to an accident so casually, it will be difficult to convince the outside world. Moreover, this matter has not only attracted the attention of Manila, Even the U.S. Embassy is very concerned.”

"Go on."

Zhao Chenggang said.

"Uh-uh,"

He looked over the documents in his hands over and over, as if he had never seen such an official letter before.

"look,"

Xu Xiangpeng finally continued,
"You know that although we are autonomous here, legally speaking, we still enforce the laws of the Philippines. In other words, Manila still has the right to interfere in what happens here. If they insist on interfering, it will be very serious. It may cause us to be passive, so I think we should deal with this matter first before Manila takes the opportunity to make trouble. In fact, what we need about this matter is to give an explanation to the outside world. How should I put it? "

Looking at the silent chairman, Xu Xiangpeng said.

"The local prosecutor will prosecute him, and then, before issuing an arrest warrant, he can leave here. It only takes a few hours to fly from here to Chang'an. All we need is an attitude, and then we can tell Manila, people escaped, it’s that simple.”

Is it that simple?

Zhao Chenggang didn't speak, he was just thinking there, but what about Xu Xiangpeng?
He looked at the official letter in his hand, thought about it, and said.

"The wording of this official letter is very stern. Chairman, we must prevent them from taking the opportunity to get their hands into us. We can't lose the big for the small!"

When speaking, Xu Xiangpeng looked completely public-minded.

"A small loss leads to a big loss..."

Zhao Chenggang said coldly.

"Well...you are the prosecutor general, you can handle this matter yourself!"

Looking at the Attorney General walking out of the office. Zhao Chenggang, who was frowning, suddenly said something in his heart.

The strongest fortresses are conquered from within!

Whether you like it or not, some things always have to be faced.

"Hum..."

With a cold smile, Zhao Chenggang did not speak. He did not even look at the report in front of him.

What's in the report?
Is it pressure from Manila?

What kind of pressure can Manila exert?

law?

When did those politicians in Manila take the law seriously?
For them, the so-called law is nothing more than a joke. If necessary, they will even kill people themselves. As for the law... it is just a tool used to attack their opponents.

Now these people are actually talking about laws. He kept talking about justice. Talk about justice!
Even ghosts wouldn't believe such words.

"Some people... are really inflated."

With emotion, Zhao Chenggang looked at the report on the table and picked it up with a sneer. However, he did not read it, but threw it directly into the trash can nearby.

"Manila……"

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, Zhao Chenggang sneered.

"What's supposed to come will always come. In that case... let's get the big one!"

(End of this chapter)