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The streets of Surabaya have the hustle and bustle and vibrancy that are unique to a colonial port city.

Everywhere there was a flood of people of all colors, sailors of all nationalities in white summer uniforms, all wearing crooked hats, and rampaging through the streets. White or mixed-race cops, dressed in shorts and white leggings, also swayed lazily. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of fruit mixed with the smell of milk. Everywhere there are shirtless locals. Most of the local men are equipped with a baleng knife in their waists, and the cold light is shining.

The surrounding streets are full of all kinds of shops, look at the signboards, most of them are in Chinese and Dutch. But most of them are locked and seem to be afraid of something. The local indigenous young hedgehogs gathered in front of closed shops, squatting there, passing cigarettes to each other, whispering in a bird-like vernacular.

There are also two Chinese schools on the street, and in the cold eyes of the natives, there is still a young and Langlang reading voice from inside: "The land of Yao, the soil of Shun, the seal of Yu, among them, there should be, a half shameful minister Rong ......"

A large number of natives gathered near the door, and only two or three colonial policemen lazily watched them at the door. In addition to these policemen, there were some young Chinese people wearing Tang costumes and wearing exercise cloth belts, standing in a row at the door and staring at them.

In this tropical city full of sweet flavors of fruit and milk, the atmosphere is tense.

Suddenly, the people who were squatting and walking in the street raised their heads in confusion, and everyone seemed to feel the sound of footsteps tapping on the ground. A boom sounded from afar, then got closer. Even the most listless white inspector lay on a sunchair and pushed up his white coconut shell visor.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, people saw a group of yellow-skinned youths, dressed in neat and new military uniforms, although all of them were sweating profusely from the equatorial sun, and their young faces were red. But the footsteps were all raised high and fell neatly, and the goose steps of the German-style military were extremely neat and rolling. Walking in front of the team was Li Yunzong, his eyes were doubly cold, and his waist was straight, as if he was demonstrating silently to the natives around him. The sweat on his face had completely soaked the placket of his clothes, but he didn't wipe it slightly, and his steps were still raised high and fell heavily. Dozens of pairs of riding boots splashed with dust, completely enveloping the team.

No one spoke, no one gasped. The Dutch inspector lying on the chair subconsciously jumped up and stood up straight!

Among the team, it is Xu Yifan. At this time, as a chincha, he had to wear a wide robe and big sleeves, which was the most uncomfortable thing for him.

With the backing of two ironclad cruisers equipped with cannons, he was able to pull the attaché so arrogantly. Let's walk on the streets of Surabaya!

Justice is indeed only within the range of cannons.

The aborigines gathered at the gate of the Chinese school, those gloomy and strange eyes looked at each other, and seemed to understand what kind of team was coming. It slowly dissipated, but the cold gaze of hatred still came. The young people in Tang costumes gathered at the gate of the Chinese school were stunned at first, and then understood their skin color, as well as Xu Yifan's familiar Qing Dynasty officials' clothes, and the arrogant posture deliberately posed by the young Qincha commissioner. Immediately cheered!

"It's our people! It's our soldiers! ”

One by one, the Chinese shops carefully took off a panel door and poked their heads out. Look around, and then fly in and report the news. After a while, the doors were all picked up. Those Chinese bosses and bosses who were also tanned and mostly looked like southerners ran out, all looking at this small team silently. They were not as elated and unscrupulous as those young people at the gate of the Chinese school, they just looked at them blankly.

It turned out that the lazy policemen at the gate of the Chinese school were busy, and they set up a cordon there to isolate those young people from rushing over. The white, mixed-race, indigenous police officers didn't speak either. It's all a little stupid, why did a Qing Dynasty team run out here?

The whole street was even quieter than just now, except for the small cheers of some Chinese youths, which were the neat footsteps of military boots. Consul Cao Tianen and Lieutenant Colonel De Tann followed the line and watched the procession. One is terrified, and the other is doubly gloomy.

Xu Yifan just looked at the Chinese young people who were cheering, and then looked at the Chinese bosses who were watching silently. They are in a foreign land, working hard to inherit the national culture, and run such a family business from scratch. Wherever the Chinese are, they have not forgotten their roots, but the motherland is too far away from them. Whether it's from distance or from a mental ...... So they are silent, they endure, they wait and see. Maybe one day, these will change completely!

He stood in the middle of the line, not looking at the indigenous thin monkeys, but just smiling and bowing to the Chinese who were silently watching around. Smiled kindly. The attachés just rushed straight forward, showing the majesty of this small team. He was the only one making eye contact with his compatriots around him.

I don't know how long it took, but a Chinese boss finally returned the salute with a solemn fist. Silently, but completely Chinese etiquette. The Chinese people standing at the door of the shop around were almost the same, and the men clenched their fists and slammed them down. Those Hakka-looking women who were rough hands and feet, and who had been ravaged by the wind and frost of the years early, also bowed down. I haven't done such a ritual for a long time, although it's a little rusty, but it's all very serious.

"The land of Yao, the soil of Shun, the ......seal of Yu" The sound of the children's books floated far away at this moment, which is embellishment.

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Along the way, everyone was sweating profusely. Xu Yifan insisted on demonstrating on foot with his entourage. The Dutch people who looked around them were angry. However, two ironclad ships were blocked in the harbor, and they could only hope to send God off as soon as possible.

Even Consul Cao Tianen almost fainted. The robe and horse coat, plus the addiction to cigarettes, seem to have come in advance. A face is simply the color of blue-gray. Looking ahead, I finally arrived at the white residence of the Governor of East Java. Looking at the coconut grove in the courtyard, there were also Dutch guards who were standing upright. I was so happy that there were almost gold stars in front of me.

No wonder the Beiyang adults played such a refreshing tune, this guy came out to raise money and pounce, it turned out that they were all saving these two hundred and five in front of him. It's really a dead person, I have never seen a member of the Qincha who does not take a carriage or a horse, and enters the city like this......

The Governor of East Java Province of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, wearing a white dress and a ribbon star, stood at the door with a smile and a few attachés waiting to greet him. Zhiyuan and Yuanyuan two ironclad ships arrived in Surabaya at this time, and the Netherlands was a small European country. What I feel is troublesome, and what I have decided is to be polite and send God the idea quickly.

But looking at the dusty walk in front of me, such a large team of attachés. This old nobleman in his fifties, who has been pampered for many years and has been blessed, has straight eyes, what kind of style is this?

Waiting for the team to approach the front, Li Yunzong, who had been walking in front, raised his hand and suddenly snapped. Dozens of people paused heavily. There was silence, and after a moment's pause, the team parted in an uproar. saw that Xu Yifan's face was already covered with ash and sweat, and he walked out with a smile. He clenched his fists and opened his mouth in German: "Your Excellency the Governor is waiting to greet you, I am really ashamed to be ashamed, this envoy is a member of the Great Qing Dynasty's Qincha Xuanfu Committee, and I wish you all the foreign notes, and I wish the friendship between the Qing and the Netherlands a long history, and I wish Her Majesty Empress Wilhelmina good health, and I also wish your Excellency a good life." ”

With a slight wave of his hand, Chu Wanli had already stepped forward straightly holding the negotiation note issued by the Prime Minister's Yamen, who represented him as a member of the Imperial Committee.

German is almost the second mother tongue of the Dutch, and Xu Yifan is quite fluent in German. How can the Governor not understand. Just a small surprise. He stepped out of the shadow of the parasol worn by the native servants. He bowed politely and returned the salute and took the note with both hands. The smile was sunny, and the old man still had a mouthful of fine white teeth: "On behalf of Her Majesty the Empress, I accept the greetings of your commissioner." Your Excellency, has it been a good ride? The contemptible person is Her Majesty the Governor of East Java Province Van Van . Lord Chuuk. A banquet is specially set up for your guests to receive the wind and wash the dust, please. ”

Seeing that the two of them were exchanging things, Xu Yifan still held hands with Lord Chu Ke affectionately. Cao Tianen and the others all rolled their eyes in the back, and these two hundred and five were all different. Leaving aside the conversation between the two sides, where is the system of the Celestial Empire?

On the other hand, the attachés around Xu Yifan have long been surprised.

Chu Ke stretched out his hand sideways, and Xu Yifan also followed him in with a smile. Consul Cao glanced at them. Then the ugly-looking Adjutant de Tann also walked in. Xu Yifan's attaché naturally had the steward of the Governor's Mansion to arrange another entertainment.

As soon as you enter the Governor's Palace, there is a large lawn. Indigenous florists are watering. This kind of tropical place, such a lawn, I don't know how much effort it takes to maintain!

Looking at the past, the courtyard is spacious and the buildings are neat. Coconut groves dot the lawns around. Gentlemen and ladies of all colors who were neatly dressed and dressed in colorful parasols were all waiting solemnly on the lawn. Dining tables have been set up. The chef in a white top hat stood with his chest puffed out. Holding a cocktail plate and wearing a white shirt, the barefoot indigenous servant also waited with his hands behind his back, slightly bent over. When I saw them come in, there was a burst of applause, and there was a faint laughter of the kind of inhaling laughter that is unique to foreign women.

The sun is shining, the trees are moving and the grass is green, and the ladies are colorful, which is a European-style social style painting of a tropical colony!

Xu Yifan noticed at first glance that it was such a big governor's mansion. The subordinates who served were all local aborigines, and there was not a single Chinese!

Governor Chu Ke led the way, and led Xu Yifan and them all the way over in a reserved manner. Among the standing figures, there are white, yellow, and black, and there are really many foreign women. He wore a small flower umbrella, wore silk cut-out gloves, wore a long silk skirt, and covered his mouth with a fan decorated with tassels. The blue eyes were all looking at this young and excessive member of the Qing Dynasty. Looking at his sweaty and gray face, they all snickered behind the fan.

Xu Yifan doesn't mind, I still don't like the smell of you Yanmar! He just smiled and looked around. Among the full seats, foreigners were still the majority, and only a few Chinese wearing long shirts and ribbon stars issued by the colonial authorities were dotted among them. Seeing Xu Yifan's eyes cast over, he quickly turned around. Only a black, thin, middle-aged man glanced at him. When his eyes touched, the middle-aged man remained silent.

It's not this that is surprising, but next to this middle-aged man, there is actually a half-old, a blonde and blue-eyed European girl holding his arm! The foreign women around seem to have avoided this half-aged from afar. The woman looked quite dignified at a closer look, guarding the middle-aged Chinese, and the happiness in her eyes really couldn't be hidden.

After a little stunned, Chu Ke was already introducing the guests who came today to Xu Yifan with impeccable courtesy. Nothing more than judges of the colonial authorities, high-ranking police officers, tax officials, port officials, commercial consuls...... When I was introduced to those Chinese, they were all local gentry in Surabaya. There was a place in the colonial authorities' advisory bodies. Some people look at foreign adults with an affectionate look, and some people are still reserved, but they also consciously don't get together with foreigners. No matter how they behave, foreigners always have a sense of avoiding them.

Facing these compatriots, Xu Yifan smiled affectionately. It was only when Chu Ke introduced the middle-aged Chinese man with a foreign wife that he kept his mind.

This is the vice president of the Surabaya Local Chinese Business Federation, Mr. Li Daxiong Li...... Mr. Lee's father, Mr. Li Wannian, is the president of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and a highly respected figure in Surabaya. Today, when I am ill, I will send Mr. Li to welcome Your Excellency......"

Li Daxiong smiled and wanted to reach over to hold his hand, but Xu Yifan just smiled faintly and hugged his fists: "Java Li family? It has been a big name in China for a long time. Brother sent this time, and I hope that Brother Li will help him vigorously. ”

Li Daxiong smiled and withdrew his hand and clenched his fist to return the salute, and his foreign wife also smiled lightly and squatted down to salute.

"My father has already explained, and this is not a laborious adult. In the past, the members of the committee went back and forth to Java, and the Chamber of Commerce tried their best to help. This time, the identity of the adult will be doubled. I don't know if what the adults are asking for, is it 200,000 taels or 300,000? The Chamber of Commerce has all covered. ”

Li Daxiong's official dialect turned out to be completely Nandi accent. The expression is also faint, and the opening is actually the taste of rejecting people!

Chuck smiled and watched as the two men talked. I don't know if this old man understands Chinese.

Xu Yifan smiled: "Eat first, eat first!" Coming all the way like this, walking also starved me. The Emperor ...... to eat" He smiled at Chuck, who smiled and signaled for the table to begin, and a white cook rang a handbell. The crowd that had been politely waiting for the introduction suddenly became active. They flocked to the dining table.

The silver plate is opened, and the local famous milk satay, milk ice product. European-style cold chicken breast, German pork knuckle, sauerkraut sausage...... It's all delivered to the brim. Glasses of champagne, sparkling wine, whiskey, brandy, and Dutch water were all taken from the hands of the servants. Chu Ke held a glass of champagne and smiled at Xu Yifan. Xu Yifan was also smiling, and Li Daxiong was holding his wife and standing on the side lightly. There is a little bit of light margarita with a light taste.

Xu Yifan slowly shook out of the crowd, walked to Li Daxiong's side and smiled: "Brother Li, in addition to raising salaries, my brother also has the name of Xuanfu!" You may tell me, along the way, I saw the situation at the gate of the Chinese school, the scene of the closure of Chinese businessmen on the street, what is going on? ”

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