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spnThe afternoon sun shines brightly on the bustling Huize County. Even so, the streets are crowded with people. Today is a big market day in several nearby towns, and people flock to the county.

People were coming and going, and there was constant sound of pointing at goods such as floral fabrics and foreign goods.[]

Zhang Shusheng walked among the crowds, feeling the unique poverty of this era. Everyone had disheveled faces, and there was no happy smile on their faces, but a kind of curiosity to watch the excitement. After all, Huize is not a coastal area.

Still too poor.

“Black Op…talking nonsense about Black Opmi…”

"Huh?" A strange voice came to Zhang Shusheng's ears. He shook his head and made sure that what he heard was not an illusion. Someone was actually asking for help in authentic English. Zhang Shusheng's English was not good, so it was said that his accent was authentic.

It's very similar to the one in the listening recording.[

The crowd soon rushed to the entrance of an alley, and after finally squeezing in, they saw a foreigner with a bruised nose and swollen face, his face covered with blood and dirt being dragged into the alley by a few gangsters.

The foreigner was clinging to the beams at the corner. It was a big deal to let go. He had almost been beaten to death by these local snakes just now. If he was dragged into the alley again, he would probably become the first foreigner to die unjustly.

There is nowhere to redress the injustice.

"Oh no, this white ghost dares to run wild on our land just because he is wearing a foreign skin. He cheats us with food and drink, and even wants to steal things. Folks, stop looking at this guy. This guy deserves to be beaten." A leader-like person said.

The man waved his hand and signaled everyone to disperse. Seeing his ferocious look, no one dared to offend him.

"No, no... Black opumi, black opumi..." The foreign devil was frightened. Although he couldn't quite understand what this vicious man was talking about, he knew that there would be no good results and he was definitely going to kill him.

"Damn it, you dare to talk nonsense like a crow, I won't beat you to death." Several gangsters said as they smashed their fists down and tried to drag him into the alley.

Zhang Shusheng looked at this scene in disbelief. Once upon a time, in his impression, didn't foreigners always walk like crabs on the Chinese land with civilization sticks? How could someone be so destitute that he wanted to steal food and be charged a protection fee?

The gangsters were beating wildly? Do you really think they were beating not foreigners, but just a pig?

Shaking his head fiercely, Zhang Shusheng then thought of the reason. This is not Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, nor is it a concession where Chinese and dogs are not allowed to enter. This is the southwest, where the folk customs are strong and will be the main force in the Anti-Japanese War for decades to come. Not to mention

If a remote place like Huize falls into the hands of local gangsters, foreigners should be called "sheep people".

There is no consulate, no efficient police agency, and even the bureaucrats only focus on squeezing the people and enjoying themselves in the southwestern mountainous area. It is simply a dream to escape.

However, although it was like a dream, fortunately this foreign devil met Duke Zhou!!

"Silly boy, you are sir, you, why are you here!" Zhang Shusheng walked away from the crowd, walked up to them in a loud voice, pretended to be concerned and bent down to protect the foreign devil.

"Idiot?" Several ruffians couldn't understand. What did this young man who suddenly came out to stand up for the foreign devils say? But Zhang Shusheng has nothing else, except that his temperament is better than that of most common people in this era, and his clothes

It was also quite unique, and could even be called good. Several hooligans temporarily stopped, and only the leader was ready to speak.

"Black Opumi, Black Opumi..." The foreign devil was stunned. Suddenly he heard someone calling Sharnis. Although he didn't know who he was calling, he dared to swear to God that it was definitely in English, and it was also in English.

With a certain British-style local pronunciation, he grabbed Zhang Shusheng's arm and asked for help. "Selling Gade, black opumi..."

Zhang Shusheng almost kicked away this foreign Japanese who was crying harder than a woman. Thinking of his future plans, he endured it, but still said in English: "I will save you."

Suddenly he had a backbone, and the foreign devil finally recovered from his shock. Although he didn't know why this young man saved him, it was better than being beaten and beaten, so he nodded.

"Everyone, this is the Western gentleman our family invited, who specializes in teaching the ladies in the family to learn English. I don't know why I offended you all." Zhang Shusheng said as he cupped his hands. The rules in the road are nothing more than to lower your head first, spend some money and then go.

Settled.

"This foreign devil ate in the restaurant we visited without paying him and even stole things. According to the rules, we have to cut off one of his hands." The leader of the gangsters said, Zhang Shusheng looked like a rich man, that is.

Not that fierce.

"Let me communicate with Mr. Sarris first." After Zhang Shusheng finished speaking, he turned around with a painful expression and said to the foreign devil lying on the ground: "It's over, they are going to kill you."

Although Zhang Shusheng's English was very poor, the combination of the words "over, kll, and you" frightened the foreign devils immediately. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the leader of the ruffians taking out an axe. After thinking about it, he burst into tears.

, and asked Zhang Shusheng to discuss how to save his life.

Zhang Shusheng nodded and promised to think of another way. He stood up, turned around and turned away from the foreign devil and the leader, saying: "I will buy his hand for ten oceans, but you have to put on a show with me!" [

At this time, the onlookers were all chased away by the gangsters, who escorted the people directly into the alley.

"Ten oceans? Bah, you think the uncle is here to beg for food?" The local ruffian leader spat, shook his head, and said coolly: "Twenty oceans, you can do whatever you want!"

After a red-faced argument, the foreign devil watched in horror as his savior angel and a few gangsters argued more and more fiercely. In the end, he couldn't stop himself and pulled out an ax to chop him down.

"Ah!" Seeing the falling axe, the foreign devil let out a terrifying cry that was universal in the universe...

However, what surprised him was that the ax did not fall, and he did not die. It took him a while to open his eyes, but what he saw in front of him suddenly shocked him.

The man sent by God to save him actually held a pistol and pointed it at the gangster leader, while the machete in the gangster leader's hand was only an inch away from his forehead.

Cold sweat dripped down his face. In addition to fear, Zhang Shusheng's majestic appearance was almost imprinted into the deepest part of his soul, creating a sense of fear for some reason.

…

It was getting late at night at the Hao Zai Lai Inn in Huize County. Laixi had not returned from a shopping trip. Zhang Shusheng looked at Kenneth, the foreign devil, who was sitting across from him, devouring his food like a pig. He laughed in his heart, thinking that the world was different. This man's

The situation was also different. After a day of torture, the first thing the foreign devil did was not take a bath and go to bed, but come to eat. It seemed that he was just short of starving to death.

"Well, great Zhang, you have to know that I will definitely be a great rich man in the future."

After a hard afternoon of communication, Zhang Shusheng occasionally took the opportunity to go to the toilet to look up English words on the Dream Machine, and then he knew the whole story.

Kenneth is an American. This time he came to China because he was deceived by a scammer. He paid money and joined the tour. He found that China is indeed full of business.

But unfortunate things happened one after another. I finally got my first business, and it was the business of a certain small warlord leader.

The business was huge. In order to make more money without working for a foreign company, Kenneth spent all his money to transport the arms needed by the warlord leader from the United States. The warlord leader was superstitious about German rifles, including two hundred Mauser 1898-style rifles, and even one

Krupp 75mm mountain cannon, and a batch of ammunition.

For this crazy gamble, Kenneth had no way out. Two hundred Mauser rifles, Krupp mountain cannons and a batch of medicine, even if they were cheap goods bought from a Jew in the United States, the cost was fully 30,000.

It's such a big ocean, but he got more than ten thousand US dollars by mortgaging his own house and his uncle's house.

What follows is a series of unfortunate events.

First, the seagoing ship encountered a storm and had to dock at a port halfway for more than a month.

After finally arriving in Shanghai, the consignee who had been waiting for more than a month could not be found. At this time, Kenneth had almost pawned his underwear, borrowing money everywhere, and the foreigners he knew were running away when they saw him.

After another month of delay, the consignee met by chance. It turned out that the consignee had changed his career to a rickshaw operator. When he asked, Kenneth fainted with anger, and the little warlord fell.

Regardless of the fall, arms were still easy to sell. After Kenneth woke up, he was immediately ready to resell them. As a result, the situation in China at this time became strange. All parties seemed to be dormant, and they clearly saw the arms of those big foreign companies secretly selling them.

The sales were booming, but his "large number of arms" just couldn't be sold, and he couldn't find a buyer at a discounted price.

In the end, his colleagues agreed to buy his arms, but the price was so low that Kenneth wanted to commit suicide. Even if he sold it, he would not be able to redeem a house when he returned to the United States.

At this time, Kenneth had already lost all his money and lived by cheating people out of food and drink. He occasionally sold a few guns to gangsters, which was not enough for storage expenses.[

At this time, an American businessman gave him a tip, saying that Tang Jirao in Yunnan might be in urgent need of arms. Of course, Kenneth's "large number of arms" would not be worth a big kickback, so they probably looked down upon him, but

The businessman entrusted Kenneth with another task. He paid him five thousand dollars and asked him to help him go to Sichuan to prospect for ore. The businessman heard that there was a large reserve of ore at the junction of Sichuan and Yunnan, because Kenneth happened to be taking an elective course in college.

Majored in minerals.

Then Kenneth came to Yunnan with a translator just in case, but the misfortune was not over at all. The translator was beaten to death by bandits, and his last bit of money and the small revolver he used to protect himself were also robbed by bandits, and then he became homeless.

We arrived at Huize, but we couldn't even get out of the city.

You can still starve to death without leaving the city. Once you leave the city to find some bird ore, you will be buried after starving to death.

And today, when I wanted to study the "use doctrine" again, I was caught red-handed. What was even more unlucky was that the person collecting the protection money happened to be in the restaurant. So, the "future great rich man" Kenneth

He was beaten so violently that he almost lost one of his hands, although until his death he believed that he almost died from a machete.

"Eat slowly, we are not short of money!" Zhang Shusheng said this out of nowhere when he saw Kenneth devouring his food.

"Money? Money..." Sure enough, when he heard money, Kenneth's eyes turned green. He finally remembered that he still had a large sum of money in his warehouse in Shanghai, although they had not been sold for the time being...

"God knows, I was supposed to be a rich man!"

"You mean your batch of arms, right? Kenneth, as your friend, I have to tell you, accept the reality. By the time you sell it, you will have starved to death." Zhang Shusheng smiled and said nothing.

During the troubled times of the Republic of China, arms were the best sellers, but the unlucky Kenneth couldn't sell them for some unknown reason. But after knowing what happened to Kenneth, he became even more convinced that there was bad luck in the world.

"Then, what should I do... Great Zhang, God sent you to save me, you, you should save me again." Kenneth seemed to have seen the savior, except that he was not holding Zhang Shusheng's thigh, "Zhang Shusheng

, you are not short of money, how about I sell the arms to you at a discount. 20% off? 30% off? Great Zhang, no matter how cheap it is, I will lose money. It is really not possible, 50% off, 50% off is my lowest price.

For the sake of saving your life, I will protect my capital while you buy cheap arms."

"You can buy arms." Zhang Shusheng smiled and said in a blink of an eye, "But the money is not enough!"

"What should we do!"

Zhang Shusheng smiled mysteriously and said: "You are not afraid of bad luck, but you are afraid of not seizing the opportunity. If you believe in me, just do as I say! I bought the arms and will find another way for you to make money."
Chapter completed!