The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 544: Professor Jean-Pierre's Observations

"Thank you for the invitation, General." Zhang Chi's smile remained unchanged. "The Yerta Conference is related to the post-war world order. As an emerging power in the Asia-Pacific region, Nanyang naturally has an obligation to participate. We will prepare carefully and attend the meeting with a constructive plan."

Then he changed the subject, "I believe that Commander Luo and Marshal Iron Man would also like to see a peaceful, stable Southeast Asia free from colonial shackles. For example, if certain colonial powers wisely choose to withdraw in an orderly manner, perhaps unnecessary turmoil and... greater losses can be avoided."

Marshall's heart trembled. Zhang Chi's words seemed implicit, but in fact they were sharp.

He was almost making it clear that at the Yerta Conference, Nanyang would cooperate with the White Eagle and the Russian Bear to launch an attack and settle accounts with John's colonial legacy!

This is exactly what Zhang Chi planned, to take advantage of the situation!

Of course, the target is not only Bago, Malay Peninsula, Chittagong and other places in Southeast Asia that have already been taken over, but also includes the body.

Combining the representatives of the local kings of the five northeastern states of Sindhu who appeared at the founding ceremony, Marshall instantly understood.

If John was forced to make concessions under tremendous pressure and give up control of the northeastern states of Sindhu, such as Assam and Manipur, then the nearby United States of Southeast Asia could easily bring them into its sphere of influence and make them a "protectorate" in the name of "protecting overseas Chinese" and "maintaining regional stability."

This young man's appetite and courage were much greater than he had imagined.

The rise of Nanyang is in line with the strategic interests of the White Eagle to weaken John and curb the southward advance of the Russian Bear, as long as...

"Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief's foresight is admirable." Marshall decided to make one final probing move. He lowered his voice and asked, "So, regarding the post-war situation in Northern Daxia, does Nanyang have any further plans? After all, there are tens of millions of your compatriots there."

The smile on Zhang Chi’s face instantly disappeared. Here it comes, this question is very crucial.

He looked directly into Marshall's eyes and spoke clearly, word for word:

"General, on behalf of the United States of Nanyang, I reiterate that Nanyang's roots are in Nanyang, and our future is also in Nanyang. We will not and have no intention of directly intervening in Daxia's internal affairs. That is the choice of the people of Daxia themselves."

He paused, softened his tone, and waved his hand:

"Of course, as neighbors with the same culture and ethnicity, if the Yunnan clique, Guangxi clique, or other local forces have reasonable commercial needs, such as purchasing some of our production... civilian supplies, or seeking technical cooperation, or if some Chinese admire the living conditions in Southeast Asia and want to immigrate.

We will not refuse normal commercial exchanges and population movement. After all, we are a member of the free world, that's all."

Marshall felt relieved and even a little relieved.

Zhang Chi's statement was clear and firm, and he drew a clear line in the sand.

This is enough.

The biggest benefit for White Eagle is that Nanyang does not go north to get involved.

Even if that huge and chaotic thing is terrible and disappointing, what can we do?

Don’t we have any choice but to continue to provide assistance and “forgive him”?

This is the helplessness and inertia of great power politics.

"I understand. Thank you for your honesty." Marshall extended his hand and shook Zhang Chi's hand once again. "I look forward to meeting you again in Yerta. I also wish the United States of Southeast Asia prosperity!"

"Have a safe journey, General. I wish you success in your mission as well." Zhang Chi nodded in greeting.

Marshall said no more and turned towards the roaring C-47.

The cabin door closed, the roar of the engine suddenly increased, the plane began to glide, accelerate, and finally broke free from gravity, rushed into the sky, and flew towards the north.

Zhang Chi stood there, watching the plane disappear into the clouds, and the smile on his face disappeared.

The meeting next month is bound to be tense...

But this is the best opportunity to directly obtain a "buffer zone" between Mirai and Sindhu and reduce the national defense pressure in the west.

"Commander-in-chief, next..." Secretary Liu Yue reminded softly.

Zhang Chi retracted his gaze, turned around and strode towards his car:

"Return to the Grand Commander's Mansion. Call all cabinet members, including the heads of the Ministry of National Defense, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Ministry of Economic Development and Reform, for a meeting tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

"There are two topics. First, we are preparing to completely abolish the circulation of all foreign currencies and precious metals in the 17 states of Nanyang. We will replace them with newly issued Nanyang dollars in an orderly manner.

Second, we need to select diplomatic personnel. Currently, the White Eagles, Maple Leafs, Kangaroos, and the Great Mao have all recognized my country. Next, we need to exchange diplomatic personnel and military attachés abroad."

The car doors closed and the convoy quickly left the airport.

Zhang Chi leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rested, his fingers tapping his knees unconsciously.

The next 45 years will be a turbulent time, no doubt about it...

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At the same time, far north of Bago, in the suburbs of the former Myitkyina City, which was renamed Myitkyina City after the founding of the country, inside the University of South China.

The sunlight penetrates the leaves of the tall palm trees planted on the campus, casting mottled light and shadows on the neat concrete paths.

Professor Jean-Pierre was walking towards the Physics Department building, holding his lecture notes.

He was thin, wearing a meticulously ironed gray suit, and had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, revealing a pair of blue eyes behind the lenses.

"Hello, Professor Pierre!"

"Good morning, Professor Pierre!"

Along the way, students wearing the new student uniform of the Nanyang United States (similar to a modified Zhongshan suit), regardless of their skin color, stopped and bowed respectfully to greet him when they saw him.

Pierre looked up and saw that most of the students were yellow-skinned Chinese, but there were also some brown-skinned locals and a few white students. Their eyes were clear, full of desire for knowledge and respect for this top physicist from faraway Gaul who carried the halo of "Spring City Higher Normal School".

He maintained a gentle and slightly reserved smile on his face and nodded repeatedly in response: "Bonjour (Hello)."

However, looking at these young and energetic faces and feeling their seemingly endless thirst for knowledge, Pierre's heart surged like the tide and it was difficult to calm down.

These yellow-skinned faces represent a rising new force, but what about his motherland Gaul?

Although large tracts of territory had been liberated in name, the joy of liberation had long been overwhelmed by endless internal political strife and power struggles.

General Dai, who once symbolized the spirit of resistance and was like a beacon, now seems isolated and precarious in the whirlpool of Chundu.

Gaul, like a huge ship that has lost its rudder, is struggling to float in the stormy waves.