Preface: In the winter of 1923, the city of Guangzhou was unusually cold.
Thin morning mist filled the Pearl River, and the chants of coolies unloading came from Tianzi Pier, mixed with the cries of vendors. This city, which had just experienced Chen Jiongming's mutiny, was struggling to restore order after Sun Yat-sen returned to Shanghai.
A passenger ship from Hong Kong slowly docked. The gangway was lowered, and the first person to come down was a young man wearing a Western-style coat and a top hat. He is tall and tall, his face has the deep contours unique to Southeast Asians, and his eyes are as dark and calm as those of the Chinese.
"Your Highness, please watch your step." The middle-aged man who followed quickly stepped forward and whispered a reminder in Thai. This person is Hu Tiansheng, a famous Chinese businessman in Siam and the president of the Southern Guangdong Chamber of Commerce. He is leading the way at this moment.
Prince Jurato Powang Pizza nodded slightly and turned his attention to the bustling street market outside the pier. This is the first time he has set foot on China, his mother's homeland.
"Mr. Hu, do you think Mr. Sun's people will come to pick us up?"
"Yes, Mr. Liao Zhongkai has made arrangements. But..." Hu Tiansheng lowered his voice, "The situation in the city is still complicated. The remnants of Chen Jiongming have not been cleared, and the Japanese are also operating secretly. Your Highness must be extremely cautious during this trip."
Zhurathu chuckled: "I have experienced six attempted coups in Bangkok. The chaos in China is nothing more than this."
Having said that, his hand unconsciously touched the inside of his coat - where a Belgian Browning pistol was hidden. This time, he came to China secretly on the orders of his brother, King Rama VI, in order to win support from the National Government for Siam in order to check and balance the British and French colonial forces in Southeast Asia. The task is arduous and there is no room for error.
Two black cars were waiting outside the pier. Before getting on the bus, Zhuratu looked back at the Pearl River. The river water is leaden in winter, and on Shamian Island in the distance, the flags of foreign consulates are flapping in the cold wind.
He suddenly had a premonition: This trip to China would change his life.
Intent: Reflecting the darkness, sadness and helplessness of the old era