nucmednet Chapter 1133 Opportunities are earned by oneself
Chapter 1133 Opportunities are earned by oneself
"You don't understand!" Sukarno suddenly became excited. "I was born into a poor peasant family. I have seen the suffering of the lower class since I was a child. My father was a tenant farmer, and my grandfather was also a tenant farmer. We have been farming on other people's land for generations."
His voice trembled a little: "Do you know what it feels like to see your compatriots being oppressed by the colonists? Do you know what it feels like to see your children starve to death? Every opportunity, every chance to turn over, I must seize it firmly!"
"It has nothing to do with me," Su Zhengyang sneered, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, "If China wants South Asia, it can go and get it itself. Why ask others for help?"
"No," Sukarno suddenly calmed down and looked at Su Zhengyang with sharp eyes, "China is indeed strong now, and everyone can see it. Your weapons and equipment that are ahead of their time have shocked the whole world."
He paused, his tone becoming cautious and deep: "However, China is now in a period of rapid development, and there is a lot of work to be done. You have just finished the expedition to Fuso, and the army and the people need to recuperate. If you start fighting again at this time..."
"What do you mean?" Su Zhengyang narrowed his eyes.
"Think about it," Sukarno lowered his voice, "If we unify South Asia, you won't have to spend a single soldier, and you'll get a loyal ally. And internationally, it will also seem more...reasonable. After all," he said meaningfully, "this is the choice of the South Asians themselves."
Su Zhengyang looked at him quietly, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
“What do you think?” Sukarno asked cautiously. “Isn’t this a win-win situation?”
Seeing that Su Zhengyang did not refute immediately, Sukarno's eyes flashed with hope and continued:
"Just think about it, if China directly sends troops to South Asia, both Britain and the United States will be highly vigilant. But if it is us, India and the West, who do this..."
He lowered his voice and said: "First, this is an internal affair of Asia, so there is less reason for Western powers to intervene. Secondly, we can use the banner of 'Asian alliance integration' to appear legitimate."
Su Zhengyang nodded slightly, motioning him to continue.
"More importantly," Sukarno said with increasing excitement, "we can help China share a lot of pressure. For example, we can be responsible for patrolling the Strait of Malacca and the security of the South China Sea. You just need to support us from behind."
He noticed that Su Zhengyang's eyes had changed slightly, and quickly added: "And you see, now that all the countries in South Asia are badly hurt, it's the best time. We have sufficient human resources in India and the West. As long as you can provide some technical support..."
"You've thought it through very carefully," Su Zhengyang finally spoke, with the coldness in his tone lessened a bit.
"I have thought about this for a long time," Sukarno said sincerely. "I know that what China needs most now is time, time for development. If South Asia can be unified under our leadership, it will at least give China five to ten years of development."
He took a deep breath and said, "When China's industrial system is fully established, we in South Asia will be your strongest backing. Whether it is against the Western powers or other strategic deployments, it will be twice the result with half the effort."
Su Zhengyang looked at him thoughtfully, with a hint of approval in his eyes: "You are much smarter than I thought."
"This is all true," Sukarno said modestly. "We all know that the world will eventually change. Instead of letting the Western powers carve up South Asia, it is better for us Asians to unify it. Don't you agree?"
"You make a lot of sense," Su Zhengyang slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "I admit that this proposal is very tempting."
Sukarno's eyes lit up.
"But," Su Zhengyang changed the subject, his eyes suddenly became sharp, "what I dislike most is ambitious people. Especially..." He looked at Sukarno meaningfully, "those ambitious people who are difficult to control."
"I......"
"China supports you in unifying South Asia and has invested a lot of resources and technology, but who can guarantee that," Su Zhengyang sneered, "when you become really strong, will you bite us back?"
“Absolutely not!” Sukarno said eagerly, “I can assure you…”
"Guarantee?" Su Zhengyang interrupted him. "A political guarantee is not even as good as a blank piece of paper. You are talking big now, but who knows what will happen in the future? I will not do anything that will cause trouble for me."
"No, you misunderstood!" Sukarno suddenly stood up, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, "I can prove my loyalty in any way. I can give you any guarantee you want!"
He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "If you are worried, I can send my family, my wife, and my children, all to China. Just as..." He paused, "Just as protons."
Su Zhengyang raised his eyebrows.
"I know what you are worried about," Sukarno continued, his voice trembling, "You are worried that I will be like Fuso, betraying you after receiving support. But you think that I have handed over my most important family members to you, isn't this enough to prove my sincerity?"
"You are willing to do so," Su Zhengyang said calmly, "You can even use your own relatives as bargaining chips."
"It's not a bargaining chip!" Sukarno said excitedly, "It's my sincerity. I know that without the support of China, my dream will never come true. For the unification of South Asia and to get rid of the control of Western powers, I am willing to pay any price!"
"Heh," Su Zhengyang sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "A person like you who will do anything to achieve your goals, do you really care about your family?"
"I......"
"Don't make such high-sounding statements," Su Zhengyang interrupted, "For someone who can even use his own relatives as political bargaining chips, what can't he do?"
Sukarno wanted to defend himself: "You misunderstood, I really mean it..."
"That's enough!" Su Zhengyang suddenly interrupted with an unquestionable authority in his voice. The room instantly became quiet, and even Zhang Luanyu shuddered.
Su Zhengyang slowly stood up and looked down at Sukarno: "Aren't you afraid that I will leave you here because of the ambition you showed today..." His voice became colder and colder, "Just leave you here?"
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on Sukarno's head. He realized that what he did today might have posed a threat in the eyes of this "crazy Su".
Su Zhengyang's eyes were filled with naked murderous intent, like a sharp knife piercing straight into Sukarno's heart. It was a suffocating sense of oppression, as if he would be killed in the next second.
Sukarno felt his legs weaken and he could hardly stand. Cold sweat ran down his back, soaking his shirt. But he still held on, using his last bit of courage to say:
"Opportunities..." His voice was trembling, but still firm, "You have to fight for them yourself. If you don't even have this courage, how can you talk about unifying South Asia?"