March 1, 1945, 7 a.m.

The establishment time of the Philippine constitutional government is at 9 o'clock.

There are still two hours left before the inauguration ceremony, and a large number of staff have already arrived.

Among them are many officials from the new government.

The American officers and soldiers responsible for security were indifferent to what was happening in Malacañang.

This has nothing to do with them at all.

When Meng Shaoyuan came out of Peng Bilan's room, his feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, boss, please take it easy."

Li Zhifeng said angrily from the side: "You still have a bunch of wives in the United States waiting for you to go back."

"Go away, go away!"

Meng Shaoyuan cursed several times.

But ever since the fairy Peng Bilan arrived, my physical strength seemed to have been exhausted too quickly.

I need to get something to replenish it.

"Oh, boss, you don't look good."

Tian Qi also came, holding a cup of coffee in his hand: "How about I get you a ginseng tree to hang yourself on?"

"Get out!"

Who the hell are these people?

He snatched the coffee from Tian Qi's hand, drank it all in one breath, and calmed down: "The 'Miami Soar' arrived at the Port of Manila on the 3rd, and full shipment began on the 6th.

Lao Qi, you are responsible for coordinating with the Americans. Li Zhifeng, go tell our people that they can move."

"clear!"

It was a joke, but when it came to this matter, Tian Qi and Li Zhifeng immediately answered seriously.

Meng Shaoyuan looked up at the sky. The weather today was pretty good.

…

"Eat."

Xie Changcheng looked at Fimino in front of him coldly and lit a cigarette.

Firmino is no longer as greedy as before.

After all, when everyone was hungry, he could still eat quietly.

"Sir, thank you very much."

What Fimino said was that after he made the request, the young gentleman in front of him actually provided food to the refugees.

Although it is not much, it can prevent the refugees from starving to death.

And more importantly, these life-saving grains are all obtained by myself!

It is precisely because of this incident that my status in the eyes of the refugees has been greatly improved.

"I am full?"

"I'm full, I'm full."

"Then get ready to work." Xie Changcheng took out a paper bag and handed it to Fimino: "Everything has been arranged for you. As long as you can make some noise, it will be up to you to clean up the mess and negotiate with the new government.

, then you will get everything you want."

Fimino opened the paper bag and looked inside. Inside was a pistol and two gold bars.

He took a deep breath.

Although dangerous, this is my last chance.

Otherwise, there will never be a next time.

Moreover, having come this far, there is no turning back.

"I know, I will do it." Fimino gritted his teeth: "But where?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. We have made arrangements."

…

8 am.

Everything is ready.

The faces of the officials of the new government were all filled with happiness.

After all, they have already gone ahead of the vast majority of Filipinos in the future distribution of Philippine interests.

So much suffering and hardship finally became meaningful.

Von Matoran also came.

Soon, President Osmina will appear on this sacred occasion.

This is my lifelong pride.

Countless people are looking forward to this moment.

…

8:30.

Everything is ready.

Even Americans have entered the scene.

It can be clearly seen that Americans and Filipinos here are completely divided into two groups.

They would greet each other politely, but when they chatted, they didn't stay together.

Levi held his pipe in his mouth: "Is everything ready?"

"Yes, everything is fine."

Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "When His Excellency the President arrives, that's when the show begins."

Levi smiled.

Everything must be based on the interests of the United States.

As for those Filipinos?

They really should learn a lesson.

They must understand who is the real owner of this land!

…

Fimino glanced at Jaffron beside him.

These are his most loyal followers.

In fact, Jaffron admires Firmino for no reason.

In his view, there is no other way for the Philippines' future but to rely on Firmino.

"Are you afraid?" Fimino asked in a low voice.

Jaffron shook his head firmly.

Fimino looked around, took out two biscuits from his pocket, and quietly gave them to Jaffron: "The Filipino people will remember you. When we win, I will serve you in Malacañang Palace."

Build a statue, look, it’s right there!”

Fanaticism immediately flashed in Jaffron's eyes.

Fimino checked the time.

It is now 8:45, 15 minutes before the establishment of the Philippine constitutional government.

…

Here we come, Interim President of the Philippine Constitutional Government Osmina, and senior officials of his government are finally here!

Those Filipinos who arrived in advance immediately responded with warm applause.

Osmina smiled and waved around frequently.

"He came yesterday, right?" Cawston asked.

"Yes."

"Have you been hiding in your office since you came here?" Cawston was a little disdainful and dissatisfied: "He didn't meet his officials? And he didn't have any intention to meet our delegation?"

"Perhaps, in his eyes, there is only his government." Peng Bilan took a puff of her cigarette holder gracefully: "We are just some businessmen. Although we are here for the reconstruction of the Philippines, to him, we are insignificant."

Causton shrugged: "I heard that yesterday, the reconstruction plan proposed to him by Levi and Slaine was once again rejected by the new president."

"It's not a veto." Peng Bilan corrected: "It's a postponement. The new president needs to rebuild the parliament and get unanimous approval from the parliament."

"What a lovely man." There was absolutely no affection in Couston's words. It sounded more like sarcasm: "With the help of the U.S. government, he sat in this position, and now

, he does not know how to repay any kindness.

A comprehensive reconstruction plan has been placed in front of him since before he was about to leave the United States for the Philippines. But now that the entire Manila is about to be recovered, he is still delaying. I am sure that he will lose a lot of Americans' goodwill towards him.

."

With that said, he looked at Peng Bilan: "Is your husband ready to solve this problem?"

"My husband is a kind man, and he doesn't want to plan anything." Peng Bilan said with a smile: "But if it is for our common interests, I believe that my husband will do his best and try his best to find ways to make the president accept it.
Chapter completed!