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Chapter 747 Nanyang Storm (first update, please subscribe)
In the early morning, the sky has not yet brightened.

The moment the alarm clock rang, Xu Zinuo sat up and stretched his arms. The breeze blowing through the screen window made him feel the cool freshness in the air, as if even his breath had a hint of sweetness. There were faint sounds of birdsong outside the window.

Soon, after washing, he rode his mother's bicycle all the way to the community newspaper agency.

As soon as Uncle Feng from the agency saw him, he greeted him cheerfully.

"Zino, why is it so early today!"

Xu Zinuo looked at Uncle Feng and smiled.

"Get up early and deliver a few more newspapers. Uncle Feng, I deliver so fast every day. I'll give you another route later."

Uncle Feng is the agent of several newspapers and magazines in the community. In order to deliver the newspapers to the homes of more than 1300 households in the community, he recruited some children in the community to help him deliver newspapers. He can earn one penny for each newspaper delivered. .

"Okay, it's 5:13 now. As long as you deliver these newspapers before 5:40, Mr. Qian's 57 households will also be handed over to you."

"really?"

When Wang Changjie nodded vigorously and began to drink milk and bread, the two sisters beside him asked in a sweet voice.

"Mommy, what is the Olympics? Is my brother going to a meeting?"

"A word is settled!"

As soon as he loaded the newspaper into the car, Xu Zinuo rode his bicycle and rushed to his route. Along the way, the sound of birds chirped one after another. When he arrived at the customer's door, he always parked his cart on the sidewalk, a few meters away from the porch. The position is far away. If the shot is not accurate, try again.

After saying hello to Emily and the children, Wang Xiong picked up a steamed bun, ate pickles, and enjoyed his own breakfast. Then he picked up the newspaper on the side, unfolded it, and started reading today's news.

Her son's words made Emily smile.

When ten-year-old Xu Zinuo was riding his bicycle flying from house to house delivering newspapers, the middle school students delivering milk also placed milk in front of every house. As the sun rose, the sleeping community also Woke up from sleep.

Amidst the voices of his children, Wang Xiong continued to read the newspaper. It seemed that to him, Nanyang was hosting the Olympic Games and it had nothing to do with him.

"Uh-huh!"

Emily, who was spreading butter on the bread, heard this, her eyes lit up and she said,
"Is Chang'an going to host the Olympics? Berlin also held an Olympics before the war. At that time, my father took my sister and me to Berlin..."

When Wang Xiong's eyes were shining as he talked about the pre-war Olympics and their happy life at that time, Wang Changjie's eyes were also shining.

"Dad, Dad, the Olympics, will the Olympics be held in Nanyang? I heard the teacher said that we are also going to participate in the Olympics. Can I participate in the future?"

But every Sunday, because there are so many newspapers and they are heavy, we cannot just throw them away. We have to carry each newspaper to the steps. If it rains, put newspapers on the porch.

"Then you have to eat more and exercise more before you can compete in the Olympics when you grow up."

Housewives who get up will first open the screen door, pick up the milk and newspapers from the porch, then put the newspapers on the dining table, then bring the milk into the kitchen, and then prepare breakfast. After a while, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.

After washing up in the bathroom, he walked to the dining table. Wang Xiong came to the dining table. In addition to the milk, bread, butter and jam that his wife and children liked to eat, his steamed buns and gruel were also ready.

"Huh? Nanyang is bidding to host the 17th Olympic Games?"

This is generally true for many things. Compared to the Olympics, Wang Xiong is more concerned about his business - the car repair shop. Last year, he finally opened his own car repair shop. Although it only has a few houses and the business is average, he believes that the business will definitely get better and better.

After all, neighbors now have more and more cars. With more cars, the business of the car repair shop will naturally get better and better.

"I didn't expect that everyone's lives have changed so much!" While sighing, Wang Xiong thought of the poverty and refugees he had seen everywhere.

"When they went to Nanyang, they probably never dreamed that one day they would be able to live in such a beautiful house and drive a car."

With this thought in his mind, Wang Xiong looked out the window. Through the window, he could see the sunlight shining on the roof of his neighbor. Isn't such a peaceful and peaceful life what everyone longs for?

With this thought in his mind, he turned his attention to his wife - Emily is French. When the army was stationed in Reims, France, like many brothers, he also married a French woman.

When I was in China, even in my dreams, I never expected to marry a French woman, let alone live the life I do now.

Although there were many dignitaries among the first batch of search teams, and Wang Xiong himself was just a technician at a car repair shop, he was never dissatisfied. Instead, he was content with his life. After all, the search team was just in the past.

Now, he relies on his own skills to make a living, and now he has his own business. That is... well, it was also because his comrades saw that he had been staying in the car repair shop, so they specially set it up for him, and even introduced it to him. A lot of business.

What's this? This is comradeship! It's brotherhood!
Our fate... is really good!

While he was sighing that his life was good, Wang Xiong continued to read the newspaper. Suddenly, a piece of news in the newspaper attracted his attention.

"Tomorrow, Foreign Minister Li Guoren will hold the third round of consultations on refugee resettlement with General Templer, High Commissioner of the Federation of Malaya..."

The news in the newspaper made Wang Xiong raise his eyebrows and wonder.

"The third round of negotiations on refugee resettlement? When will this happen?"

Doubtful, he watched the news seriously, and the more he watched, the more curious he became.

"Since we are bringing refugees from Tangshan in northern French Indochina, why do we have to send them to Malaya?"

While Wang Xiong was confused, what he didn't know was that on the other side of the sea, in Kuala Lumpur, a negotiation had reached a fever pitch.

……

The conference room was filled with smoke.

The air conditioner whined, seeming to protest that there were too many cigarettes in the room.

Both sides of the long conference table were filled with negotiators from both sides. From the beginning of the third round of negotiations, the atmosphere was very tense. Neither party seemed to have any intention of making concessions. This was just the beginning, and already An impasse was reached.

At this time, the person sitting in the C seat on the left side of the British side was none other than General Templer. He was wearing a military uniform and just sat there, staring straight at Li Guoren with his gray eyes. , and the other party just met his gaze.

At this time, the atmosphere here was extremely tense, and there was a strong possibility that the negotiations could break down at any time.

Sitting next to the chief, Lin Tianqi's eyes couldn't help but wander around him.

At this time, in addition to High Commissioner Templer, the Federation of Malaya also had a Senior Deputy Commissioner... He was one of our own, and could not be counted as part of the other side's camp. Who was in the other side's camp?
Looking at the two senior civil servants wearing native clothes, they represent the natives. One of them is slightly older, wearing a Malay songkok hat, his shirt is clean and spotless, and his eyes behind his spectacles are... There was a hint of anger, as if annoyed by the previous negotiations.

In this depressing and tense atmosphere, General Templer took out a cigarette from the tin cigarette box on the table, lit it to himself, and then took another puff. Then, he looked at Li Guoren like this , but did not break the silence, just looked directly at the other party, with strong dissatisfaction suppressed in those eyes.

Not just dissatisfaction, but anger!

But in just a few puffs, the cigarette was finished. Then General Templer pressed the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray. Only then did he speak.

"Mr. Chief, you can't be so aggressive!"

(End of this chapter)