Huang Juren arrived at the ceremony on the evening of the third day. Thanks to the now developed cross-strait flights, Mr. Huang, who took a leave of absence at Xiong Da and traveled under the banner of "visiting friends", only took a day and a half to fly directly from Fuzhou to the passenger terminal in Chikan.

After disembarking at the passenger terminal, the entourage assigned to him by the Intelligence Bureau had his own place to go, and Master Huang himself, accompanied by several agents of the Intelligence Bureau wearing gray linen shirts, directly boarded the traffic boat to the other side of the Taijiang River.

At this time, Dayuan Island has been completely cordoned off, all unnecessary activities have been canceled, and only traversers can enter and exit freely.

After Huang Zhicheng went ashore, he immediately went to the unit, the office of the Intelligence Bureau located in the corner of the second floor of the Imperial City.

Here he met the long-separated "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism" trio companions: Xiong Dao and Lu Cheng. Although these two set off from Hangzhou, they came and went freely, so they arrived a few days earlier than Huang Zhicheng...... Even the impostor Cao Chuan, who was sitting on the side and smoking, came earlier than him. In fact, Huang Zhicheng is the last person to be in place in this ceremony.

After greeting and laughing with his colleagues, Huang Zhicheng went to the small office on the side to make a brief report to Director Dai Yun, and then he hurried upstairs to Jianyuan Hall to meet Emperor Cao.

In the brightly lit hall, Emperor Cao was wearing a casual suit and shiny leather shoes at the moment, and he was sitting on the dragon chair with Erlang's legs crossed and chatting with a group of bigwigs. Seeing Huang Zhicheng come in, Cao Chuan smiled: "Look, look, the old man is here." By the way, didn't you bring that beautiful daughter-in-law? Do you want to be named a lady? ”

Then Huang Zhicheng stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hands, and shook Cao Chuan tightly a few times - this is the last time that the two sides treat each other as equals, and in a few days, even if it is a handshake, it will already be divided into upper and lower dignity, and the taste will be different.

The short meeting ended quickly. Huang Zhicheng signed in before the meeting, and Cao Chuan didn't need to listen to any reports, so after everyone made a few jokes and said a few words of gossip, the experienced Huang Juren retired in time - with his gift bag.

Huang Zhicheng was the last to sign in and the last to receive the gift package. After returning to his private home in the villa area, he took a shower and did not bother to visit the new home, which had been vacant for a long time, but opened the gift bag imported from the afterlife.

The gift bag is an aluminum alloy sealed suitcase.

This suitcase is specially designed so that every four small boxes can be assembled into a large storage box. In fact, medical, chemical, and weapons and intelligence systems have long been eyeing these boxes.

In other words, after the people who eat melons eat the melon pulp, the melon skin will be recycled afterwards......

Inside the box are some clothing and matching accessories: men's watches, belts, rings, necklaces, leather shoes, armstuds and so on.

Huang Zhicheng opened the clothes and looked at them, and found that it was a suit and a windbreaker including the underwear, which looked quite fit. He was not surprised by this: everyone's clothing numbers had been reported a few months earlier, and he was too late to choose the style and color of the clothes, but the size should be fine.

The light blue thin Gucci suit with small lapels has a good texture. "Probably new this year." Huang Juren couldn't help but shake his head when he thought of this...... The longer I left that world, the more I felt the estrangement, and the longing slowly faded.

After changing into a suit from the inside out, Huang Zhicheng stood in front of a rosewood bust mirror and looked at his image: Yes, the down-and-out fake painting dealer back then returned to the mirror, but he couldn't afford to wear such an expensive suit at that time.

However, when he put on the thin trench coat that was prescribed as a "court dress", the style of painting suddenly changed.

Probably because "vermilion" is a traditional noble color, this trench coat also happens to be lilac. The quality is good, but it is obviously made by domestic manufacturers: because there is no brand. The waist, ribs, cuffs and left chest of the trench coat have beautiful silver pattern embroidery, and the overall pattern of the clothes looks a little retro, and there is a faint taste of Hanfu after wearing it.

Needless to say, this "court dress" must have been designed by the emperors. Changing a Western-style trench coat into a retro style is something that only this awkward country that mixes ideas from all factions can make it.

Looking carefully at the silver embroidery on the fabric, as Huang Juren expected, it was still the pair of coiling dragons, but the style changed to a lower-level coiled dragon: "Isn't this a simple version of the python robe?" These people...... It's gone. Huang Zhicheng shook his head and laughed while trying on clothes: "It seems that Lao Tzu can't take these clothes to Fujian, and he will be seen to raid his house!" ”

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On November 11, 1628 (through the new calendar of 1849), it is advisable to open, break ground, collect, travel, go to office, and ascend the throne.

Today's weather is fine, cloudless, and the waves are not prosperous.

At the moment when the white belly of the fish was exposed in the east, the traffic boats on the Taijiang River began to shuttle busily. About 200 people wearing lilac trench coats boarded the dinghy from the special pier in the villa area and were successively transported to Dayuan Island.

At this moment, the Taijiang River is quiet, and there are only those streamlined boats with white sails shuttling back and forth on the sea. The bustling and noisy scene of the past and the boats rubbing shoulders has disappeared - today is a special day, and Taijiang is also under martial law.

All the people under the rule of the empire, except for some who are on duty, the rest are on holiday today. Workers, who have become accustomed to receiving instructions and living in groups, were given the order to tidy up their housekeeping in the morning and move freely in the afternoon.

It's rare to encounter an extra day of paid leave, so in the stilted building community in Chihkan New District, most people who are at a loss and don't know what is going on are still happily supplementing their sleep. And just when they were asleep, no one was asleep in the row of Yiren merchant houses on the other side of the Taijiang River.

"Wow, look what's coming out of the castle, it's the knight, and the golden carriage!"

In the Dutch Merchant House, the closest to the port of Dayuan Island, all the employees were crowded behind the milky white floor-to-ceiling grille windows, staring wide-open at the rare sight in the distance.

And the exclamation was made by none other than Comrade Johannes van der Hagen, an old friend and former captive of the Dutch businessman.

Van der Hagen returned to the club not long ago. The old friend is here to assist Consul Maugel to further expand the trade pattern of the United Provincial Republic here.

He was standing on a low stool, holding a brass telescope and watching. Through the round lens, through the transparent glass windows and the low wall of the merchant house that has been crawling with green vines, Van der Hagen's eyes at this moment are the golden Rolls-Royce Phantom that is slowly driving this way.

...... Rewind time not so long ago.

Early this morning, not only were the people tossing, but a group of foreigners who were already hungry and thirsty were not idle. When they found that the road in front of the merchant house was blocked by a large number of soldiers shouting slogans, they knew that something was going to happen today.

Sure enough, when the sky was a little brighter, the crooked nuts noticed the abnormality at the first time.

First of all, the soldiers. On the concrete pavement in front of the door, there is now a soldier with a pistol in his right hand standing at intervals. Unlike in the past, these soldiers, who were already familiar with crooked nuts, changed their outfits today.

Not only did they wear a strange-looking hat with a shiny piece of iron on the front, but they also wore a stiff military uniform of olive green with a few thin yellow lines on the chest, and in some cases shiny pieces of iron and copper on the chest.

In addition to the strange soldiers, the arrival of small boats on the Taijiang River soon attracted the attention of distant observers: a large number of crossers wearing purple trench coats boarded the pier.

"Is that the traditional costume of the nobles of the Ming Kingdom?" In the Dutch merchant house closest to the docks, the consul Mao Zheer, who was also holding a telescope and had a big red beard, looked like a pirate more than a merchant, opened his mouth to ask.

"No, maybe it's just the traditional costume of their feudal country." Van der Hagen, who knew more about the Travelers, gave the answer accurately: "It looks like something must happen today...... I've never seen them dressed in such uniformity. ”

"Today's ceremony...... Is it possible to greet some Ming official? Mao Zheer continued to ask after a long pause.

"Perhaps...... It's to welcome a certain banished prince. When Van der Hagen said this, his lips curled slightly: "Sir, you know, they don't have a good relationship with the Emperor of the Ming Kingdom, they have their own king. ”

"Is it His Excellency Cao Chuan who went to Fujian as a hostage?"

"Perhaps, who knows? No one had ever seen the mysterious leader. Van der Hagen didn't know that he had inadvertently poked at the crux of the matter.

The next moment, his mind opened up again: "Maybe we are thinking too much, today is just a routine... There are stories about indigenous gods... A religious event similar to a Mass? ”

Mauger's beard trembled: "God forgive these infidels ......" At this point, he bowed his head and commanded an unknown subordinate: "Go and prepare a supreme gift, maybe I can use it for today's dinner." ”

Just as Maugel was preparing for a rainy day, Van der Hagen exclaimed again: "Wow, look what has come out of the castle, it's the knight, and the golden carriage!" ”

In recent times, from time to time, someone will drive that Rolls-Royce Phantom around the Imperial City for a test drive. Although merchants from all over the world have become accustomed to the magical courier carts running on this land, this noble-looking "golden carriage" still attracts everyone's attention.

Today's scene was extraordinary: four beautiful pure white Arabian horses for breeding were dressed up beautifully to lead the way. Several people who are interested in leading the cavalry group to gallop through the northern country in the future are wearing cavalry knives at their waists, wearing generals' uniforms, and are riding on their horses proudly, urging their mounts to take small steps, showing their riding skills that they have practiced for more than a month.

Guided motorcycle... The guide team was followed by two groups of army soldiers carrying mahogany rifles. The soldiers, dressed in shiny boots, were running neatly on either side of the car, and the whole team was slowly moving towards the docks.

It didn't take long for the golden car procession to come to the port building next to the wharf while watching the people of various merchants.