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Chapter 303: New Yorkers with their own agenda! Zhu Houzhao ascended the throne on Wall Street!
"Roosevelt...can we talk?"

"What are you talking about? Stillman..."

Roosevelt rubbed his tired eyes and looked up at Stillman, who also had not slept all night.

"Let's talk about the present and what we should do next..."

Stillman decisively handed over the coffee, his face unable to hide his worry and bitterness.

Roosevelt paused.

"What else can we do...Now my son and my family are in the hands of His Majesty the King. At the moment, I have no choice but to listen to His Majesty the King."

After a brief pause, Roosevelt began to sort out the asset statements in his hands and answered Stillman's questions without even raising his head.

"Yeah...we don't have any choice!"

Stillman was equally helpless, but he changed the subject: "But we have to think about the future! I have received news... What happened in New York has spread all over the United States, and now all states are gathering troops to help New York. They also asked me... to tell them more about New York."

"Your Majesty, do you think they can stop the coalition forces from all over the country?"

"Now... the Allied Powers are not important anymore! Because at least the Allied Powers did not overthrow us..."

"But His Majesty the King and the others..."

"Stop talking, Stillman! If you don't want to die, then stop talking!" Roosevelt stopped working decisively and looked around carefully, fearing that someone might have ears and might cause disaster.

"Roosevelt, what are you afraid of...They don't understand our language."

Stillman took Roosevelt's hand away and looked out the window: "His Majesty the King and his men are preparing to establish a new country and have no time to care about us!"

Outside the window, it is already dawn.

A huge stage has been set up in the middle of Wall Street.

These are the various things that their dear Majesty the King is preparing to do as he ascends the throne.

There was no one around to watch over them.

"But, His Majesty the King needs this information in my hand. He will use it later..."

Roosevelt also stopped for a moment. If he had not been forced into a desperate situation, he would not have wanted to continue to be an accomplice of the evil.

"There's no need to be so detailed! They are not God. Roosevelt, it's okay if you count fewer assets." Stillman continued to comfort him.

"That's what I said...but..." Roosevelt still hesitated.

"No buts! Do you really want to be the finance minister of the New Empire? Although... the finance minister of the New Empire can really manage a lot of property and resources in New York! But, is it useful? Can the New Empire resist the coalition forces?"

"Or do you wish the New Empire victory?"

"Of course I don't want that...I am actually worried about being liquidated."

Roosevelt simply shook his head. He was full of worries and fears about the new country that Zhu Houzhao wanted to establish.

Especially since he got on this pirate ship and offended many people, if he is rational, he will stick to it until the end, otherwise he will be held accountable.

But another kind of emotion and reason made him not want a new empire to be established.

"So...if we don't want to be liquidated, we must be prepared!"

"We have united a number of people and are preparing to escape... Do you want to join us?"

"Or, I have another way. You can continue to be the king's undercover agent and pass on information for our federation..."

Stillman did not beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose. Of course, he was not sincerely working for Zhu Houzhao.

"This...are you really planning to escape?"

Roosevelt's heart trembled.

"Yes, we will take advantage of their coronation ceremony to escape. New York is in unprecedented danger now. If we continue to stay with His Majesty the King, we will completely become enemies of America. I don't want to go against America!" Stillman was obviously very sober. There was absolutely no hope in following the new empire with an uncertain future.

"Don't you worry about your family..."

Roosevelt couldn't help asking, after all, Stillman's family was also under control.

"As long as I'm alive, I'll still have a family!" Stillman's answer was very realistic and cold-blooded.

"Sorry, I can't do it."

Roosevelt buried his head, not daring to imagine the tragedy that would happen to his family if he escaped.

"I know you can't do it... So, I'm here to ask for your opinion, and also to consider for your family... whether you agree to be our undercover agent. If you really want to consider following His Majesty the King, just pretend I've never been here." Stillman said bluntly.

"No problem! I can promise you that!"

Roosevelt agreed without much thought.

You can't blame him for hedging his bets; this is the necessary weighing of pros and cons for adults.

"Okay! That's it."

Stillman did not interrupt him: "If I escape, I will contact you. There is a telegraph machine in our Citibank. Please pay attention to it."

Leaving this message, Stillman left the room.

And Roosevelt...was lost in thought for a moment, then continued to work.

Soon... not long after Stillman left, a Chinese man came to his room.

"Mr. Roosevelt, His Majesty the King asks you...are the relevant materials ready?"

"It's almost done, we can set off now!"

Roosevelt quickly picked up the information and followed the man out.

However, as soon as he went out, he saw that Stillman did not run away, but walked to the Wall Street stage under the guidance of the Chinese. The two exchanged glances, and everything was self-evident.

……

"General Xiao Zhu, many people are trying to flee New York now. Do we need to stop them?"

In a high-end hotel on Wall Street, Jackson and Zhu Houzhao stood on the windowsill, looking at the set up stage and the large number of New Yorkers who were frantically pouring into Wall Street.

At this time, Jackson said something.

“How many people escaped?”

"Jackson, didn't you spread the news that we would divide the house and the New York property equally next?"

Zhu Houzhao became curious instead.

"There are about 10,000 to 20,000 people... About 30,000 to 50,000 people fled last night, but... since we announced the news, not many ordinary people have fled. Those who are fleeing now are a group of elites, including some of the Wall Street practitioners you selected. There are also some bosses and rich people whom we have not caught."

The actions of Stillman and others were naturally unpredictable to Jackson and his men.

They have known about this situation for a long time.

"Forget it, there's no need to stop them. Jackson, what we want is for them to take the information about New York out so that Lincoln can take over New York. We have almost finished this scene."

Zhu Houzhao and Jackson were well aware of these people's escape behavior and mentality, but Zhu Houzhao didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, they only had one show left.

"There is another thing... Now we have heard the news that Philadelphia... Boston, and various states in the United States have actually organized troops to come to New York. After we finish this play, should we stay and pretend to fight against them, or should we just leave?" Jackson talked about another wave of new situations.

"Pretend to fight... Then, we go to Philadelphia..."

"We are bandits, we should continue to shock them! Wait for Lincoln to come and deliberately lose to him!"

Zhu Houzhao made the decision without even thinking about it.

The current America finally had a chance to perform his play, and he was so happy that he didn't want to leave. How could he just play it once and leave? "Okay... let's continue."

Faced with such a stubborn Zhu Houzhao, even if Jackson wanted to leave and wanted to hurt less American citizens, he couldn't go back to his own time and space first. Who knows how much trouble Zhu Houzhao can play once he goes back? He can stay here and keep an eye on Zhu Houzhao.

"General... the stage is almost set! It's almost time."

The two had just talked for a while when Wang Shouren entered the room.

"Have the reporters and media been notified?" Zhu Houzhao asked.

"They have reached the stage..." Wang Shouren pointed to the front of the stage.

"What about Davis and the senior officials from New York State..." Zhu Houzhao looked at Jackson.

"They're down there," Jackson replied.

"Okay! Everything is ready! Let's go!"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Jefferson and Xu Pengju with a smile: "President Jefferson, and Your Majesty, you just watch me perform here! I will complete this performance well."

After saying that, he left Xu Pengju and Jackson and walked out of the room directly.

……

Ascend the stage.

Reporters from all walks of life have gathered and set up their equipment.

“Has New York really been occupied by Indians?”

Fitch and others from the New York Chronicle have arrived. Seeing that none of his colleagues have fled and are all gathered here...next to them are Chinese people of different skin colors holding guns to maintain order. Steve still finds it hard to believe that New York has changed overnight.

Especially since this change was initiated by the Chinese. Looking at those Chinese faces, he once thought that the Indians came to take revenge.

“They are not Indians… they are Chinese from a mysterious country in the East!”

A reporter nearby immediately explained, jokingly saying, "You Americans, this is really a busy time... The Confederacy hasn't been resolved yet, and now there's another Eastern Empire. You Americans are pretty lucky."

"We don't want this kind of luck! I curse that London will be occupied by the Chinese sooner or later!"

Editor-in-chief Fitch directly criticized the Times reporter who was just trying to watch the fun, saying that the chaos was not really in their own country.

"Haha, if that day really comes... I'm quite looking forward to it! But, we have the wise and powerful leadership of Her Majesty the Queen... there will be no civil war at all." These two sentences from this colleague from the Times immediately raised the blood pressure of Fitch and others.

They were about to continue arguing when suddenly a group of soldiers came onto the stage, carrying people wearing black hoods.

"here we go!"

They were immediately attracted and started taking photos frantically, fearing that they would miss the wonderful scene.

Fitch and others had no intention of arguing with the reporter from the Times, and they also followed the crowd in craning their necks, looking for the leader.

"Here comes the King!"

"kneel!"

But at this moment, a loud shout in both Chinese and English suddenly rang out in the whole place, and all the soldiers around the place knelt down at once. This action also caused the tens of thousands of people gathered in the square to kneel down at once.

Looking in the direction of the crowd kneeling to greet them, a group of reporters also saw Zhu Houzhao and his entourage walking out from the direction of the hotel.

The young Zhu Houzhao walked towards the red carpet with a smile, accompanied by Wang Shouren and others.

As he walked, he waved to everyone.

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

There was a roar of thunder and the sound of tsunamis, and Roosevelt, Stillman and others also shouted against their will.

Such a grand scene made the reporters take photos frantically to record this magical scene. Because these American people had never seen such feudal dregs, they inexplicably felt a sacred taste.

"Your Majesty Xiao Zhu... You guys in the East are really good at this. To be honest, I want to go up and try it."

Hotel, watching this scene, Jackson also saw the feudal dregs, and couldn't help but sigh, this is power.

"Haha... President Jefferson, our general just asked you to go, but you didn't go... Or, let's change the location to Philadelphia, are you doing the same thing?" Xu Pengju laughed and talked to Jackson through the interpreter.

"Forget it, they know me, so I won't show up." Jackson declined.

……

"Everyone, stand up!"

In just two hundred meters, Zhu Houzhao did not even let these foreigners stand up.

It was not until he walked onto the stage and sat on the dragon throne that had been made overnight that he raised his hand in the air.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the King!"

Following the lead of the Chinese soldiers, the citizens of New York also stood up, looking at Zhu Houzhao with curious eyes.

Although he had experienced this kind of scene many times, it was the first time that Zhu Houzhao was visited by so many foreigners. Facing this series of curious gazes, he felt a sense of novelty and excitement all over.

"let's start!"

"Wang Shouren."

Although he did not bring eunuchs or people from the Ministry of Rites, the necessary things were still there. Zhu Houzhao immediately ordered Wang Shouren to follow a simple procedure and start a set of processes.

"Follow the sky..."

Wang Shouren directly took out the sacrificial text for heaven and began to read it loudly in front of reporters and tens of thousands of New York citizens.

There were also Chinese Americans such as Wu Anliang who translated, allowing the American people to feel the impact of Eastern culture.

"kneel!"

"Kneel down again!"

"Call again..."

In short, this ritual from the East started to torment everyone, making people feel solemn, sacred and full of ritual. The reporters participated in the whole process and recorded it crazily. They went from being skeptical at the beginning to accepting it in the end.

After nearly half an hour of various ceremonies, Zhu Houzhao finally stood up amid everyone's anticipation.

"I declare... the Great Ming Empire is established today!"

"Fire the cannon!"

The cannons that had been prepared long ago fired in unison, and they fired a full ninety-nine shots before stopping.

"Ninety years ago, when Washington..."

"Therefore... today, we, on behalf of Washington, will eliminate these people who are endangering our country!"

"The second item of the ceremony is a living human sacrifice!"

After a round of salutes, Zhu Houzhao gave an order and the group of people wearing masks behind revealed their faces.

"What? Our ambassador!"

"Hiss... The Governor and the others..."

"What are they going to do? Kill the governor and his men?"

When this piece of information came out, a group of reporters exclaimed, especially the reporter from the Times, who immediately recognized their ambassador.

(End of this chapter)