"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Looking at Zhang Yaping who looked like he was ten years older, Jiang Chen smiled comfortingly and said softly.
The expression on Zhang Yaping's face was full of bitterness, and his lips twitched for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Failed... Sorry."
Five hundred people, five times the military strength!
They never thought that they might fail. Even if they exchanged two people for one government soldier, there was no reason why they would lose. However, they obviously overestimated the determination of the rebels to fight. Before going to the battlefield, their necks were as hard as iron. When they were fighting and running, they only wished that their parents had lost two legs. Few people died in the crossfire, but countless people died on the way to escape.
Speaking of equipment, the equipment of the Japanese Army is not bad. Although there are no armored vehicles, there are many anti-armor weapons such as AT4 rockets. Not to mention light machine guns, grenades, smoke grenades and other things... However, these things were thrown on the way to escape before they were used, filling the arsenal of the government forces.
Total defeat, no doubt about it.
The uprising failed, and the Civil Liberties Party was unable to protect itself under the comprehensive suppression of the Pannu authorities. Naturally, Jiang Chen's investment of five million US dollars was in vain.
Zhang Yaping felt deeply guilty for the foreign businessman who helped him in difficulties, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Do you know the reason for the failure?" Jiang Chen asked softly.
Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly and leaned against the wall of the warehouse.
"Organization? Lack of training?"
"You revolted too hastily." As he said that, Jiang Chen silently added in his heart: I'm really sorry, that guy Roberts snitched on us.
"Haha, no matter what... it's useless to talk about it now."
"Have you given up?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.
"... After the 12-hour civil war ended, Edward's government has demonstrated the combat power of Pannu's military. I believe that no one will dare to resist his rule for at least ten years."
"Of course I know this, I don't need you to tell me. All I want to ask is, have you given up?"
After staring at Jiang Chen blankly for a long time, Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"How could I give up... But. I have to learn to accept this fact. We originally thought that with 500 people gathered and equipped with advanced American ordnance, we should be able to behead Edward easily, but... ..."
"There are no shoulds in history. There are no ifs either."
"I know, but I... I'm sorry that your investment was wasted."
Jiang Chen smiled, "Five million US dollars is just a small amount of money to me. I can still afford it. I want to gamble when doing business. It turns out that I lost the first game. Now I All I want to know is whether you are worth my continued bet."
Zhang Yaping was stunned.
"you mean... ... "
"I can support you with another five million dollars."
"That's a waste of money, not to mention that President Edward has enacted the Act to Restrict Private Partisans. Even if the Civil Liberties Party stands up, no one will respond to this banner."
Hearing this, Jiang Chen smiled.
This is the effect he wants. A new regime came to power that was weak and easy to control. As a result, even if they replace President Edward, their prestige in the hearts of the people will not be very high. Because they did not overthrow the previous regime with their own hands. It is just the result of interference from external forces. It is simply like a replica of Iraq to the United States, a perfect puppet regime.
Zhang Yaping looked at the cheerful smile on Jiang Chen's face in confusion. He didn't understand what was so funny about it.
"I remember you went to New Zealand to study, right?"
"That's right." Zhang Yaping nodded. He even considered escaping to New Zealand or Australia if the uprising failed.
"Then have you heard of the word mercenary?"
... ...
The riot is over.
The gunfire in Koro City has completely stopped, replaced by the sirens of ambulances. It was not just the insurrectionists who were injured, but also innocent ordinary citizens. The riot happened so suddenly that there was no time to escape. After the uprising failed. Those cowardly rebels rushed into the crowd in panic, causing many ordinary citizens who had no time to escape to be injured or even killed by stray bullets.
Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful.
Outside the presidential palace.
Under this mansion that resembles the White House, Edward is facing each other with long guns and short cannons. Sweating profusely, he clarified to the foreign media who were watching the excitement.
"Mr. President, what is your opinion on this riot?"
"They were just a bunch of thugs, and my troops suppressed them! I repeat, they were all thugs! Other than that, I have no opinion." Edward roared at the British reporter.
He couldn't remember the first time he had clarified this. Are these reporters from the Western media just full of shit? Or maybe they are deaf.
"Really? But they are citizens of the Pannu Republic. They did not dispatch the police but directly sent the army to suppress them. Does this violate the constitution of your country?"
"I'll say it again, no! If there was, I would go back and change it now."
"Is your country's constitution written on toilet paper? I mean the kind that wipes your butt." An American reporter said jokingly.
The crowd roared with laughter.
Edward's face turned pale with anger, but he couldn't do anything to these people.
The Pannu administration's toughness is only aimed at domestic affairs. The U.S. aircraft carrier is parked in Guam, a thousand kilometers away, and can launch military operations to rescue its own citizens in minutes.
The only thing that pisses him off now is that even though he ordered the closure of flights into the country from abroad within two days, these reporters appeared in his country as if they were conjured out of thin air.
After dealing with these reporters, an exhausted Edward returned to the Presidential Palace and sat down on his office chair.
However, before he could calm down for a while, a Chinese man walked in again.
Wang Tianfeng, representative of Linhua Group. I heard that he comes from a relatively powerful family in China called the Wang family, and he is also the son of Wang Linhua, the president of Linhua Group.
"What's the matter?" Edward said in a gentle tone, looking at the man standing in front of his desk.
"It's about the progress of the project." Speaking fluent English, Wang Tianfeng said straight to the point, "The recent riots in your country have seriously affected the construction schedule of our Linhua Group..."
"If it's business matters, you and Johnny can talk about it." Edward really didn't want to hear this question anymore.
"But I haven't seen his people at all recently." Wang Tianfeng said helplessly.
To be honest, he didn't want to come to this ghost place at all. Even if he was dealing with foreigners, he would prefer to go to places like Europe or the United States. However, the expansion of Linhua Group's business overseas was a unanimous decision by his father and the board of directors. As the future successor of Linhua Group, he must become familiar with overseas business as soon as possible.
In his father's words, it was a chance to establish credibility within the company. Compared to Africa, which has a chaotic political environment, it is undoubtedly much easier to do business here on the calm Pacific island...
Yes, it was indeed calm here two months ago. Now, the riots have brought progress to a near standstill.
To be honest, he is more optimistic about the prospects of the IT industry than working in the real estate industry. However, Linhua Group's failure in acquiring Futureman Technology and its sudden large overseas orders made the board of directors change their minds.
Thinking of this, Wang Tianfeng cursed the man named Jiang Chen harshly in his heart.
It's just a dog raised by the Wang family, but it only appeared in the Wall Street Journal twice before it swelled up to look like this.
While thinking this way, he selectively ignored the hard power of Futureman Technology and attributed all of Futureman Technology's domestic performance to his uncle Wang Dehai. Don't blame him for thinking this way. After all, the rise of Lin Hua Group depends on policies.
"No one in sight?" Edward raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I went to his villa, but his security kept me out. And judging from the posture, the security level seems to be a bit high?"
"What is that guy doing?" Edward frowned.
There should be a limit to fear of death, right? The civil war is over and he is still hiding in the villa and not coming out to see anyone. (.)