SFS Chapter 1237 Sino-Russian Treaty
Chapter 1237 Sino-Russian Treaty
At exactly 2:30 in the afternoon, the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed, and only the spotlight on the rostrum remained bright.
Su Zhengyang, wearing a neat presidential uniform, walked steadily up to the podium. His young face was covered with a calm smile, and his every move showed the bearing of a leader of a great country.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and all cameras were focused on the young president.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Su Zhengyang's voice was clear and powerful, "Today, we gather here to witness a historic moment."
He looked around the room and said: "This is not just an ordinary diplomatic event, but also a turning point in history. Today, we will sign the Sino-Russian Treaty with the Russian Empire."
"This treaty," he continued, "means not only the return of territory, but also a reckoning with history. For decades, our ancestors have worked hard and waited for this day to come."
A low murmur of discussion began to be heard at the scene.
"Here, I would like to especially thank Minister Sergei for his sincerity." Su Zhengyang turned to Sergei Mo in the audience, "It is through our joint efforts that a possible war was avoided and peace was able to continue."
These words were flawless, but everyone present heard the hidden meaning - it was obvious who was threatening war and who was maintaining peace.
"The signing of this treaty," Su Zhengyang's voice became more and more sonorous, "will completely change the situation in the Far East. From today on, China will once again become the master of this land. And this is the justice of history."
The Chinese people in the audience were already crying with excitement. The descendants of the people in the areas that were once occupied could not contain their excitement.
"Let us witness this moment together," Su Zhengyang's eyes swept across the audience, "witness how the wheel of history rolled over arrogance and prejudice and finally drove towards fairness and justice."
The audience burst into thunderous applause.
Sergei, who was sitting in the audience, felt dizzy. Every word of this young man was like a sharp sword, piercing the soft spot of Tsarist Russia accurately.
He announced to the world in the most elegant way: a new powerful country is rising.
As Su Zhengyang finished his speech, Foreign Minister Fang Dihu walked up to the podium. The experienced diplomat pushed his glasses and began to read out the contents of the treaty.
"Article 34 of the Sino-Russian Treaty," Fang Dihu's voice was clear and powerful, "The Russian Empire admitted that its act of forcibly occupying Chinese territory was illegal and a naked aggression."
Sergeimo in the audience clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
"Article 34: The Russian Empire shall unconditionally return all illegally occupied territories, including..." Fang Dihu began to list the specific regions one by one. Every time a place name was read, the Chinese people in the audience burst into cheers.
Sergei's face grew paler.
"Article 34," Fang Dihu continued, "In order to compensate for the losses caused by the illegal occupation over the years, the Russian Empire agreed to pay a compensation of 34 million gold rubles. The first installment shall not be less than 34 million gold rubles, and the remaining amount shall be paid in installments."
There was a burst of exclamations at the scene. This number far exceeded the expectations of the outside world.
&34;Article 34: The Russian Empire promised to forever abandon its sovereignty claims over these territories and publicly recognize this in the international community. &;
Sergei felt his eyes go dark. Each one was like a heavy hammer hitting the dignity of Tsarist Russia.
&34;Article 34: Both parties agree to establish normal diplomatic relations after the return of the territory. However, the Russian Empire must withdraw all military facilities and ensure that there will be no military buildup in the border areas. &;
Ivanov sighed quietly. This was not a treaty, but a surrender.
&34;Article 34...&;
Fang Dihu continued to read out the points, and each one hit the nail on the head. On the rostrum, Su Zhengyang was leisurely sipping tea, but his eyes would occasionally glance at Sergei Mo, as if he was admiring his own masterpiece.
The reporters' cameras kept flashing, capturing this historic moment forever. And Sergei knew that these photos would appear in newspapers around the world tomorrow, showing the shame of Tsarist Russia to the whole world.
As Fang Daigo read out each article of the treaty, the atmosphere in the conference hall became more and more heated.
"This is our victory!" A white-haired old man stood up excitedly, tears streaming down his face, "I can finally return to my hometown!"
"Long live President Su!" The crowd cheered enthusiastically, "Long live China!"
Representatives from the occupied areas hugged and cried, their decades of waiting finally paid off at this moment. Some held up the soil they brought from their hometowns, some unfolded old maps, and many more just clapped, expressing their excitement in the simplest way.
In the press box, the reactions of media from different countries were completely different.
"This is simply unbelievable!" The reporter from the British Empire Times hurriedly recorded, "Su Zhengyang actually made Tsarist Russia bow its head!"
"Fifty million gold rubles in compensation!" The female reporter of Le Figaro in the French Empire widened her eyes, "This number is much higher than we expected!"
"Look at Sergei's expression," the reporter from Bird Empire whispered, "this is not an equal treaty at all, it's clearly a letter of surrender."
Flashes of light flashed one after another, and every reporter wanted to capture every detail of this historic moment.
"This will completely change the situation in the Far East," a New York Times reporter murmured, "China, once an ancient country in the East, is rising in a shocking way."
"Su Zhengyang is only 34 years old," a senior diplomatic reporter shook his head, "He used this method to announce the return of China to the world. The means were so cruel that it made people shudder."
The temperature in the venue seemed to be rising. The cheers of the Chinese people, the discussions of the reporters, and the shutter sounds of the cameras all intertwined to form a historic picture.
On the rostrum, Fang Dihu was still reading the treaty word by word. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the dignity of Tsarist Russia and the hearts of every foreign journalist present.
"Minister Sergei," Zhang Luanyu quietly came to Sergei's side and said in a low voice, "It will be your turn soon."
Sergei trembled all over, like a prisoner sentenced to death. He knew that the most difficult moment had finally arrived.
At this moment, Fang Dihu's voice came from the podium: "Next, let us invite the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Empire, Mr. Sergei Petrovich."
He paused, and his voice became clearer: "Minister Sergei will, on behalf of the Russian Empire, acknowledge their historical misdeeds and sign this historic treaty in front of the whole world."
The scene suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on Sergei. The flashbulbs flashed more intensively, as if to freeze this moment forever.
"Minister..." Ivanov whispered, with pain that was hard to conceal in his voice.
Sergei took a deep breath and forced himself to stand up straight. He knew that every expression and every movement at this moment would be recorded by the media all over the world.
"Please come in, Minister Sergei." Zhang Luanyu made a gesture of invitation with a polite smile on his face. But Sergei could read some ruthlessness in this smile.
On the rostrum, Su Zhengyang put down his teacup and watched everything with burning eyes, while Fang Dihu stepped aside gracefully, waiting for the climax of this historical drama.
The scene was so silent that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. Everyone was waiting, waiting for how this once invincible representative of the empire would lower his proud head in front of the whole world.
At this moment, Sergei felt that every step he took was so heavy, as if he was stepping onto the stairs of the guillotine.
Because he knew that the following speech would be recorded in history forever and become the darkest page of the Tsarist Russian Empire.
And the young president was sitting leisurely on the podium, waiting to enjoy the show he had carefully choreographed.