Chapter 21 Suharto
Sukarno felt that the responsibility was not on himself, but the traditional wisdom of abandoning the chariot to save the general made Sukarno understand that he was the chariot and not the general.
Indonesian people, parliament, human rights groups deeply understand that accusing the military only gets a bloody crackdown in response.
Their bones were still soft and couldn't stop bullets, so they vented all their anger on Sukarno.
It seems as if Indonesia will be able to get out of its current predicament once Sukarno steps down.
Today, PKI unexpectedly asked Sukarno to give an account to the people, implying that they were advising him to resign voluntarily.
"I would rather die than leave the presidency! My blood will flow on the throne! No one else should think of taking it!"
Sukarno kept his promise and locked himself in the presidential office, quietly waiting for the final moment of his life.
The presidential guard standing outside the president's office did not hear any gunfire.
When they burst in the next morning, Sukarno was fast asleep on his desk, with the Browning pistol lying on the floor, covered in the President's saliva.
He was the first president in the world who forgot to commit suicide because he fell asleep.
Suharto's mansion is brightly lit tonight, with a full house of esteemed guests.
Transparent high-stemmed wine glasses, filled with French wine, amber-colored, rose-tinted, emerald green, shining brightly, together with the bejeweled socialites, enticing the nobles and dignitaries.
Suharto was a master of oratory, fluent in English and well-versed in Arabic, with a sharp mind, humor and a clear understanding of himself.
The day of Sukarno's downfall is imminent, and Suharto's high-ranking friends are eager to offer their congratulations, which have been coming in for over a dozen days, every single day.
Tonight, Suharto was in high spirits, with witty and humorous sentences bursting out one after another, causing the guests to laugh non-stop.
Suharto's two adult daughters, along with his elegant wife, made up three beautiful women who were specially dressed in luxurious evening gowns, walking back and forth in the hall, frequently clinking glasses with guests to add points for Suharto, creating a fiery and lively atmosphere.
The Japanese ambassador to Indonesia, holding a glass of wine, walked up to Suharto and clinked glasses, taking a small sip before saying: "Mr. President, if you don't mind, allow me to offer my congratulations in advance."
"Of course I don't mind any premature congratulations, if you don't mind me offering condolences in advance."
The Japanese ambassador's face turned red like a persimmon, and a burst of loud laughter erupted among the guests.
The Japanese ambassador's name is Inamura Taifeng, 50 years old this year, born in Tokyo, has served as the head of the Japan Economic Cooperation Bureau and the Chief Cabinet Secretary. His bald head shines brightly, showing his exceptional intelligence.
Suharto was dazzled by the light reflected off his bald head, his eyes hurt, and he couldn't help but want to tease him.
Seeing his embarrassment, he thought to himself: "After I become the president, I will still have to ask this ambassador to lobby Japan for more loans and not play tricks on him excessively."
"I'd rather congratulate in advance if Japan is willing to increase investment," said Suharto, raising his cup. "Cheers, Mr. Ambassador!" He then downed the contents of his cup in one gulp.
"Cheers!" The bright red bald head of Fan Cun Dafeng gradually faded in color.
Suharto's second daughter, who was standing beside him, also raised her glass and toasted to the village headman: "To the friendship between Indonesia and Japan, let us drink a brotherly toast!"
Suharto's second daughter is indeed the queen of Indonesian socialites, and with just a few words, she became familiar with Ohnuki Taizō.
With a few more flattering words, Hanzo Mifune was completely bewildered. After downing several cups in succession, Hanzo Mifune, unable to hold his liquor, slurred: "Mr. President, does Indonesia have the strength to eradicate the Aceh separatist movement? If not, the Japanese Self-Defense Forces are willing to lend a helping hand to our brother nation!"
Is Japan going to send troops? Suharto became vigilant and solemnly said: "Our military has the confidence to maintain national unity and territorial integrity. Mr. Ambassador, thank you for your kindness, also please note that we hope Japan will also follow diplomatic rules!"
Fan village big Feng words one exit, then self-aware lost words, and was Suharto scolded, embarrassed extremely.
Suharto's second daughter said: "Mr. Ambassador, tonight is my father's private dinner party, let's not talk about politics, can we change the subject?"
"Yo, easy."
Then, Fahmida Rizky asked Suharto how he evaluated himself as President of Indonesia.
"Don't be ridiculous!"
The whole hall was filled with laughter.
Suharto explained: President Sukarno was crazy about women.
The daughter beside him couldn't help but ask: "Then what about you, Father?"
"Suharto blurted out: 'Crazy!'"
Few people can understand the true meaning of "play", just a symbolic applause. The clever and wise Hanyu Daifeng, after a moment's thought, understood it and couldn't help but marvel at Suharto's wisdom.
Indonesia's corruption problem is world-renowned and many social conflicts are a result of widespread corruption.
East Timor's independence, Aceh's separatism and the defeat of Indonesian land and sea forces are all rooted in corruption. If the president can wield absolute power, perhaps he can gradually solve the problem of corruption.
But under military rule, the president had no real power, and Indonesia's source of corruption - the army - was firmly in the hands of a small group of officers.
The replacement of Indonesian president is seemingly manipulated by people's coalition but actually controlled by the military.
In this case, Sukarno's being ousted is a pipe dream if he wants to make progress and thoroughly solve Indonesia's problems.
If you want to stay in the president's position for a longer time, the only choice is to pretend.
Put on a show for the people, put on a show for the troops, put on a show for the world. Don't offend anyone.
But can Suharto, who took office with a crazy attitude, end well? Will the unclear Indonesian people be satisfied with him? Everything can only wait for time to test.
Mercenaries sent an emissary to contact him, the emissary chose a very opportune moment, just as the banquet was dispersing and Suharto was about to rest.
This was also the time when Suharto handled the most important matters every day, and many important decisions were made at this moment. In the daytime in the office, it was just a matter of considering how to implement them.
Choosing this time slot can get a direct response.
Suharto changed into a loose nightgown, reclining on the sofa, his eyes scanning up and down, back and forth, carefully sizing up this genuine Javanese in front of him.
He was between thirty and forty years old, with sparse hair, large eye sockets, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, lips that were split open to reveal two pointed teeth, all of which had very obvious Javanese characteristics.
He looked very stiff in front of Suharto, first reporting his own name - Koesnadi, then solemnly explaining the purpose of his visit.
His pronunciation is not very accurate, often interrupted, tilted his head to think for a while, and then continued. Looking at that appearance, it's just like an elementary school student reciting a lesson.
"...Mr. President, do you agree? Our Wang Tang Zhu is waiting for your good news at any time."
The text has finally been memorized, and Kosgro seems to have put down a thousand pounds of weight, his body relaxed.
"You're just a messenger here to deliver a message, you don't have the authority to make any decisions on behalf of the mercenaries, do you?"
Koseliguo was taken aback and asked: "How did you know?"
"I know you're not just a mouthpiece, but also someone who does things for money, a disposable consumer product!"
Koesnadi looked at Suharto with a curious gaze, feeling that he was an unknowing prophet.
"How much money did the mercenary give you?"
"$1,000." He looked up and stole a glance at Suharto, seeing that he didn't look good, and said nervously, "$1,000, really just $1,000."
"Would you sell your life and country for 1,000 US dollars?"
Kosgoro fell to his knees, embracing Suharto's legs and crying: "Great, glorious, correct, all-knowing Mr. President, you must save me... I was forced... waaah..."
Suharto drew back his legs, patted the hem of his garment and said loudly: "I won't kill you. Go back to your new masters and tell them that I will only betray Indonesia's interests if God makes a mistake!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Thanks be to the merciful Lord!" Kuskoglu got up with a roll and a crawl and escaped.
Before long, he ran back and poked his head in at the door, shouting: "I forgot to tell you, Wang Tang instructed me to tell you that if you don't agree, you'll definitely regret it."
Suharto sucked in his belly and shot out a single word like a bullet: "Scram!"
The half head poking out of the door has disappeared, and urgent footsteps are heard in the corridor, getting farther and farther away.
Just as Suharto had guessed, Kosgoro was just a walking letter.
Indonesia is not China, there is no tradition of beheading envoys when two countries go to war.
Wang Hui Zhong was worried, sending his own people would be dangerous. He casually found a Javanese person on the street, asked him to memorize the letter, and bought him for $2,000.
Kosgoro was worried that his fee would be swallowed up by Suharto and only dared to report $1,000.
The letter Kosgei had memorized meant that for a reasonable salary, the mercenaries were willing to accept any mission from the Indonesian government.
In any case, the first must be recognition by the Indonesian government of the legitimacy of the occupation by mercenary troops of northern Sumatra north of Medan.
Su Ha believed that agreeing to this compensation was equivalent to treason, and he absolutely disagreed. Wang Hui anticipated this and had Kos'goro add a sentence, "You will regret it."
Suharto was enraged by the last sentence, and at the same time it also triggered his high alertness. This sentence can be regarded as a declaration of war by mercenaries against the Indonesian government.
The mercenaries will take extreme measures to achieve their goals. As for what these extreme measures are, it's not hard to guess that they will definitely help Aceh occupy various cities in Sumatra.
According to Indonesian soldiers who escaped, the number of mercenaries and Aceh National Army is in the tens of millions, with a large amount of heavy equipment such as rocket artillery, tanks, and armored vehicles.
Suharto suspected that the Indonesian military exaggerated the situation to cover up their own failures. However, it was a fact that Mariana was occupied by mercenaries within half a month and Major General Djalal's mechanized brigade was almost completely destroyed.
If the mercenaries did not have strong backing, it would be impossible to do so, but with a massive army of at least tens of thousands, how could they land on Sumatra? Where did their personnel, equipment and funds come from?
It occurred to him that the rumor of the mercenaries being all Chinese must be true, and Soha thought that this army must have been sent by that large country nearby.
The Chinese people have always been tolerant and restrained in their actions, but once they take action, they will inevitably have a mighty and unstoppable momentum.
Thus, Indonesia is in danger.
Suharto's hair stood on end at this thought.
Seeking an opportunity, should secretly visit the ambassadors of various countries in Indonesia to ask about the purpose of the Federation of South Vietnam sending troops to Indonesia and how they will withdraw their troops?

