kingnovel Chapter 503 Fiancée?
Chapter 503 Fiancée?
Zhang Chi's heart began to beat violently.
As a time traveler, he knew very well that the founding of the East Sindhu Islands in history was full of accidents, and was hastily pieced together by Su Jiaruo during the power vacuum after the Japanese surrender.
If he acted quickly and ruthlessly enough, before the Dutch could return and before Su Jiaruo and the others had fully grown, he could complete this large-scale population replacement with lightning speed...
This is by no means a fantasy. The Japanese navy no longer has the ability to move south to the Strait of Malacca. From now until the chaotic early post-war period, it is an excellent opportunity to take advantage of the situation and reshape the territory.
At this moment, Zhang Chi was calculating rapidly in his mind.
Is it feasible? Yes, it is.
The White Eagles need him now and may even acquiesce or even secretly support this "cleansing" operation in exchange for a more "stable" and "pro-White Eagle" Nanyang.
He didn't need to transport too many, just the most stubborn and troublesome ones.
Java is also large enough to accommodate this population.
As for the future ownership and governance of Java Island...that is the next step.
It can be said that except for the oil fields in Sumatra and Borneo, Zhang Chi's demand for territory and his control over Southeast Asia in the short term have both reached their limits.
The most crucial question now is, were Stevenson's remarks just his personal drunken rant, or did they represent some "suggestions" from the White Eagle leadership that were inconvenient to be stated openly?
This degree still requires him to carefully consider...
The huge temptation and the cold reality considerations clashed fiercely in Zhang Chi's mind.
His expression remained calm, he simply raised his glass and gave Stevenson an enigmatic, knowing smile:
"Old friend, your words...are always so inspiring. The experience of history is indeed worth learning from. For a better order."
"Cheers to order." Stevenson seemed very satisfied with Zhang Chi's reaction. He clinked glasses with a big laugh and drank the remaining wine in the glass. The alcohol completely destroyed his balance and he stood up staggeringly.
"Come on, let's go dance. Such wonderful music can't be wasted!"
Zhang Chi took advantage of the situation to support him, and the two of them staggered towards the dance floor.
At this moment, the military band happened to play a dance music with a slightly faster tempo.
The dance floor was filled with butterfly shadows, and the atmosphere was warm and lively.
Zhang Chi naturally had no interest in dancing with an old man, and Stevenson was soon pulled away by a female clerk from the White Eagle and began to twist around awkwardly.
Zhang Chi stood at the edge of the dance floor, pondering the deeper meaning behind Stevenson's words, when a light and refreshing scent of gardenia quietly came over him.
Then, a soft and delicate hand gently held his arm.
He was slightly startled and looked sideways.
What came into view was a slender young woman, dressed in a simple yet perfectly tailored moon-white silk cheongsam that perfectly outlined her delicate curves, with delicate lotus patterns embroidered on the neckline and cuffs.
Her long black hair was tied into an elegant bun, revealing a snow-white and delicate neck.
Her face was extremely beautiful, with eyebrows like distant ink, eyes like autumn water, and lips dotted with a light rouge red.
What is most striking is her temperament. She has the gentleness and dignity of a lady from a noble family, and her eyes and eyebrows reveal a hint of intelligence and an imperceptible tenacity.
"General Zhang." The woman smiled sweetly, her voice clear and sweet, like jade beads falling on a plate, "Would you please do me the honor of dancing with me?" Her Chinese accent was not heavy, and her tone had a soft and mellow southern accent.
Zhang Chi instantly understood her identity. A gentle smile immediately appeared on his face, and he took her hand. "Of course, it's my honor."
The two slid onto the dance floor and danced to the music.
Zhang Chi's dance steps are steady and powerful, the woman's dance moves are light and graceful, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, and soon become a beautiful scenery on the dance floor.
The song ended and applause broke out.
As soon as the two stopped, Stevenson came over, and after briefly looking at the beauty beside Zhang Chi, he looked at Zhang Chi again, his tongue a little tied:
"Zhang... who is this... who is this beautiful oriental goddess? You... you actually hid such a treasure... and didn't even tell me?"
Without waiting for Zhang Chi to speak, the woman nodded gracefully and introduced herself in fluent and pure Angsa language:
"Dear General Stevenson, hello. My name is Chen Jingshu, and I'm Mr. Zhang Chi's fiancée. Nice to meet you."
Her voice was clear, her manners were graceful, and she had no stage fright at all.
"Fiancée?!" Stevenson widened his eyes exaggeratedly, sobering up a bit. He then punched Zhang Chi's shoulder hard and teased him with good intentions, "Good job, Zhang, you did a great job keeping it a secret.
"With such a beautiful fiancée, it's no wonder you've been so energetic lately. Congratulations, congratulations."
Zhang Chi was embarrassed and quickly explained:
"Don't make fun of me, old friend. My father is pressing me hard, and this was just decided not long ago."
Chen Jingshu's lotus-like arm naturally wrapped around Zhang Chi's arm. Zhang Chi quickly added, "Jingshu is the distant niece of Mr. Chen from Penang."
After learning Chen Jingshu's identity, Stevenson understood.
"Oh my God, you two are a match made in heaven."
This marriage was not only the result of Zhang's father's urging, but also a crucial political marriage, which completely tied the most powerful Chinese business forces in the Malay Peninsula to Zhang Chi and the future chariot of Nanyang.
Of course, this is also a powerful alliance between the two rubber tycoons in Southeast Asia, the Zhang family and the Chen family.
After all, Zhang Chi's stepfather had stayed in the Republic of China for the sake of the Cantonese Zhang family's vast estate and had not moved south. However, as a veteran of the Xingzhonghui, he naturally held a high position, and no one dared to harm him.
After decades of ups and downs, his father had long seen through everything. He did not care about the huge business his eldest son had built, but was only worried about when he would get married.
It can also be regarded as a classic "marriage-urging program".
As for Zhang Chi, the person involved, no matter how strong the power behind Chen Jingshu is, it is not as strong as his.
He was in a hurry because his father urged him to get married, so he simply looked at the face and figure of the girl and fell in love with her and became greedy for her.
At the round table, Chen Jingshu stood beside Zhang Chi with a smile, her posture intimate and natural, as if the two of them were really in love.
When she looked at Zhang Chi with her autumn-water eyes, there was just the right amount of tenderness and admiration, leaving Stevenson with no doubt.
In fact, Chen Jingshu, who was in her twenties, had just returned from studying abroad in Baiying, and her family had made her the fiancée of Zhang Chi with irresistible words.
There was no emotional basis between the two, but they both knew that they had to treat each other with respect.
"Hahaha. What's that old saying of yours? 'A talented man and a beautiful woman', 'a match made in heaven'" Stevenson's speech had improved a lot. He laughed and gave his blessing again, his words clear and loud.
"Zhang, your career and life are about to reach their peak. I'm really enviable."
Zhang Chi responded with a smile, and he and Chen Jingshu smiled at each other, which seemed extremely sweet to outsiders.
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It was late at night, and Zhang Chi and Chen Jingshu were walking hand in hand on the top floor of the building.
The moonlight shone through the window onto Chen Jingshu's face, reflecting her blushing cheeks.
"Knock, knock," the crisp sound of Chen Jingshu's pair of white short high heels stepping on the teak floor echoed in the corridor.
The two stopped in front of the suite door, and Chen Jingshu stammered, "No, we just got engaged..."
Zhang Chi took the initiative to hold the beauty's pretty face in his hands. Regardless of her struggle, he said forcefully under the moonlight: "Don't worry, I promise, tonight we are just going to improve our relationship..."