Li's speech seemed casual, but in fact it was in line with the overall ideology of the regime.

Considering the long-term world pattern in the future - the traverser does not intend to unify the earth and physically annihilate all the "rest of the people", so the term "international situation" will inevitably appear in the future, and mutual recognition of each other's titles by the East and the West is also a basic operation.

With the current ecological structure of the traverser, the imperial system is a certainty. Since it is an imperial system, there must be a clearly open aristocratic/plebeian social class. In this way, it is not good to be too unreasonable to this gang of Francis, even if there is not even a tenth of the nobles in this gang of hooligans who have really been certified by the Portuguese royal family.

Of course, in any case, the Frangi people are the losers in this war after all, so they must bear the due losses. This is a plane where the traverser has the final say, and there is no such thing as a high-minded backhand for the vanquished to make a profit through negotiations.

In the end, the so-called preferential treatment, Franz only kept his house and some private property. In fact, some of them can't even keep this little thing, because every noble lord has to pay the ransom fee, and those who were in a bad financial condition before are now poor overnight.

No matter what plane or era, there is no good end for the poor. So in the days that followed, the city of Macau quickly produced a large number of poor Francois who had been kicked out of their homes.

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Early in the morning, Master Zongbenzong sat on a lychee wooden chair and stared at himself in the mirror.

Different from the bronze mirror used by the ancestors, the glass mirror on the table has a seven-inch surface, the mirror surface is crystal clear, and the person in the mirror is meticulously reflected by the morning light. Looking in the mirror, Master Zong's shaved face was radiant and energetic, as if he was more than ten years younger than before.

"Hmm." After checking his clothes one last time, Somoto stood up and straightened his tie: "It's not too early, let's go."

"Yes, sir."

The little guy who was already waiting next to him, when he heard the words, he brought a set of thin suits for the master to put on, and then used a soft brush to help the master gently brush off the non-existent dust on the back of his shoulder.

After packing up, Master Zong reached out and took a popular gray tulle top hat, put on a popular quartz sunglasses, and finally picked up a mechanism mahogany cane by the door...... The new area is called the Civilization Stick.

Outside the door at this moment, there are already seven or eight people of different ages, but they are all wearing canvas jackets and trousers, and their neat subordinates are waiting. Seeing the old man walking out of the door fully armed, there was a neat voice: "I've seen the master." ”

When Zong Ben saw these old guys, he was also a little emotional. He paced slowly and said loudly: "A few days ago, the situation forced me, sir, I had to go out of Haojingao...... Well, the foundation of the city of Macau. The brothers probably disagreed with this, as I know. ”

"But now, it seems that I have won the bet after all, sir." Zong Ben laughed: "What was exchanged for that silver was not only a share of Nanyang, but also the big backer of the General Military Mansion!" ”

When Zongben said this, his pride was overflowing. Thinking that he was a concubine who was kicked out of the house, but now he has changed, but he has become a guest in the General Soldier's Mansion...... "Hmph, let's see, one day, the master will kill back, so I can teach you to know how powerful!" ”

Thoughts flickered. After coming back to his senses, seeing his subordinates who were still respectfully waiting for him to speak, Zongben waved his hand: "What is that foundation?" With a big backer, what foundation can't be laid? ”

Speaking of this, Zong Ben paused on the spot: "Look at this Macau city, it has changed the master in less than seven days...... Hmph, the king you are waiting for me to pay a visit today, and it is the new king of this city. Give it to the lord and I will puff up my chest, remember, from now on, as long as you are in the realm of Lord Cao, we are masters! ”

"Congratulations, sir!"

In a congratulatory voice, Master Zong walked out of the gate of the hall.

Due to the previous industry in Macau City, Zongben had all been sold out, and most of the hotel employees ran away during the war, so after entering the city, Zongben could only take his entourage and temporarily live in the Dongguan Guild Hall with two left-behind personnel.

Now that five days have passed since the general's victory into the city, the hall has gradually become more popular. And Zong Ben posted a post three days ago to contact the mayor of the Macao Special Administrative Region, Li Dazui...... Mr. Li Long...... Li Dazui's name is Li Long.

Out of the gate of the Dongguan Hall, there was already a delicate carriage parked in front of the door. The car is a special gift from the new district government to the businessmen below, and the body is marked with a unique Nanmu badge.

The content of this wooden badge is simple: hand-painted five rings in lacquer. Later generations are familiar with this icon, as it appears in the public eye every four years.

Now this badge is the monogram of the newly formed "Chinese Entrepreneurs Federation".

As you can see from the badge and the name, this must have been made by the crowd. That's right, the newly opened Chinese Entrepreneurs Association is the official body used by the Crossing to attract "progressive businessmen". And the pioneer Zong Benzong is now half an official and one of the twelve permanent directors of the Chinese Entrepreneurs Federation.

After the retinue got into the carriage, they followed the carriage in two rows, and followed the carriage slowly along the narrow stone roads of 17th-century Macao.

The city of Macau has just experienced a small war, so the roads are sparsely populated and far less prosperous than before the war. The carriage walked along the way, and half of the shops along the way were still closed.

Fortunately, it is now the time-traveler who is in power, so the SAR immediately mobilized a large number of migrant workers to enter the city. As the migrant workers entered the city, the city gradually became popular, and some merchants who had business dealings with the General Military Office also opened their doors in time to do business.

After passing through the shopping street with a mix of Chinese and Iberian buildings, the horse-drawn carriage arrived at the heart of Macau: the Portuguese Quarter.

Most of the Portuguese quarters are high-end European-style mansions, and there are churches and church headquarters, as well as various municipal buildings, which are the core of the city.

When the carriage passed by, through the glass window, Somoto was pleased to enjoy the tragic scenes of "the country was ruined and the family was destroyed": the gun-wielding soldiers gathered in front of the mansion, holding the registration booklet, wearing white shirts, the clerk in charge of confiscating the property, and the red-haired man who looked excited, made a lot of noise, and stood in front of his house with his arms outstretched tragically, trying to stop the "robbers".

Just watched the play all the way, Master Zong...... Zong Hui Dong took a carriage to the door of the city hall.

Since it is still in the stage of military management, there are not only registrars at the entrance of the city hall, but also platoon commanders on duty. After getting out of the car surrounded by his entourage, Master Zong first registered at the door, and then because he was a big figure in the guild director, a special registrar took him into the gate of the city hall.

In just a few days, the old building has been transformed. The windows have been replaced with large glass that lets in bright light, and the former hall is now lined with desks, each with a clerk in a shirt and short hair busy behind each desk.

The corridors on either side of the hall now have more guards walking back and forth. The guards had firearms strapped to their waists and short sticks in their hands—the guards' attention was drawn to the men who sat on the benches in the hallway.

Among these people who came to do business, there were both Chinese and foreign businessmen. They wore temporary passes with white lacquered woodcut seals on their chests, and many of them carried a wooden box in their arms.

Master Zong knew that the wooden boxes were full of title deed documents, and these people were forced to "respond to the government's call" and "take the initiative" to come to the city hall to register their property and exchange for a new version of the title deed. And coincidentally, Master Zong also saw his old acquaintances in it: the Portuguese translator, the veteran broker, Niu Xijian Niu Master.

Before the change, Master Zong must have stepped forward to greet Master Niu who bought his property. However, this time is different from the past, the director of the Zonghui is now the person who has registered in the General Military Office, and he is a big person who can participate in the implementation of the general direction of the general military government.

So Master Zong's eyes turned to the sky, holding a civilized stick, taking steps that his six relatives did not recognize, and under the smiling service of the registrar, he swaggered past in front of Master Niu and went all the way to the back hall.

In the back hall, Comrade Li Long and Li Dazui, the newly appointed mayor of the Macao Special Administrative Region, were having a happy conversation with several directors who had arrived early.

Half-lying on the chair, with his leather shoes raised high, Li Dazui, who was on the big table of Taiwan-made red cypress, saw Director Zong in a suit and trousers enter the door, immediately laughed and took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

Li Dazui had a good impression of Director Zong. This sect master, after the ceremony on the day he entered the city, was the first Ming native to come forward to give him congratulations. In front of General Cao Bing, Master Zong dressed appropriately and spoke nicely, which made Li Dazui feel very face-saving.

Seeing Master Li stretch out his hand, Zong Dong hurriedly stepped forward and shook hands across the table. Now the Ming natives who are close to everyone know that these generals don't like to receive gifts, and it's simple to see them on weekdays, in Zongben's own words: "They are really people who do things."

After happily shaking hands, the chairman of the sect also joined in the heated discussion. The content of the discussion, after several directors came one after another, turned to the big topic of how to develop Macao in the future under the leadership of Li Dazui.

When the time came to noon, seeing that the discussion was almost over, Li Dazui, who was confident, stood up and said that he would invite everyone out to rub it first, and then take everyone on a field trip to understand the blueprint of Macao in the hearts of his Li people.

So a group of people laughed and walked out of the back hall.

When passing through the front hall, a show suddenly appeared: I saw a figure wearing a patina satin robe, and suddenly rushed over and hugged Zongben's thigh and shouted: "Master Zong, you have to testify for my brother, this land deed was really transferred from you before the war!" ”