"Asshole! What a big arrogance." Tian Chun said angrily for the second time, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Tian Chunjun, the old tailor has good skills! He has a high reputation in Anping and Ping'an counties.

All local wealthy businessmen and wealthy people have to ask for marriage leave.

Just don't be angry." Zhang Dashan explained with his hands in hand.

"Hmph!" Tian Chun snorted coldly for the second time, and was led to the backyard by Zhang Dashan with two military policemen.

The old tailor was sitting in the room waiting. When Tian Chun saw the old tailor sitting calmly for the second time, he suddenly laughed! He walked over and asked in a polite tone: "I wonder how much deposit you want!?"

"One gold bar! You provide the fabric. When the clothes are finished, I will give you three more gold bars." said the old tailor.

"You! What kind of craftsmanship is so expensive!? Old tailor, don't lose the face I gave you as a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Empire." Tian Chun said angrily for the second time. His hand had already grasped the handle of the saber at his waist.

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The old tailor glanced at Tian Chun a second time and said with a smile: "You want to behead me! Our family's head is right here."

Back then, when we were in the palace, we saw various methods! Beheading was one of them.

Our family is thinking about when our own head will be chopped off! Who did it!?

I just figured it out.

It is said that the executioner who holds the knife to behead must be quick, accurate and ruthless when raising the knife!

With a click of the knife, the head moved away from the body! He had to roll on the ground three times before he died.

Here, look down from here and I’ll give you my head.” The old tailor stretched his neck and patted the back of his neck.

Tian Chun took a deep breath for the second time and slowly put away the handle of the knife in his hand! He didn't expect that he was just a tailor, and he was not afraid of death.

Hearing this old tailor face life and death and still tell him how to behead his head in such a calm voice, Tian Chun admired his courage and integrity for the second time.

"Hehehe... The old tailor came from the palace, so he is certainly worth the price.

President Zhang, can you borrow four gold bars for use? Don’t worry, Colonel Kameda won’t ask for them in vain.” Tian Chun said for the second time.

"I understand, I understand! It's just that I don't have gold bars here, so I can only ask my servants to take the money and exchange it at the bank.

Just wait." Zhang Dashan said.

'Damn it, why don't you drink my blood! Sooner or later, little devil, I will vomit out everything you eat from me.'

The old tailor sat and waited. He shouted: "I feel tired after talking for so long. Mr. Zhang Dashan will bring me a pot of tea."

Our family really likes the high-quality Biluochun you have."

"Come here, serve tea!" Zhang Dashan shouted.

At this moment, Zhang Dashan looked at the calm old tailor and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Clothes that only require four gold bars are made by this craftsmanship at a sky-high price! It can only mean one thing, the old tailor doesn’t want to do it at all.

Then Zhang Dashan asked the housekeeper to exchange the money for gold bars, but the old tailor laughed and said: "The powerful Japanese soldiers can't even hand over four gold bars, and they still want to blackmail others.

It’s really good.”

The old tailor drank tea and spoke sarcastically.

As Tian Chun, who has been in China for nearly twenty years and grew up in Northeast China, how could he not understand the meaning of the old tailor's words?

His face looked very ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said in Japanese: "Here comes! Go to the military police station to collect four gold bars and bring them over."

"Hey!" a Japanese military policeman responded and left.

Tian Chun then laughed again and said to the old tailor: "I will pay you the entire deposit. I hope to make the best kimono for Kameda-kun within three days.

Otherwise, be careful about your own life! I admire your courage, but what I like most with my sword is cutting off the heads of people like you."

"Our family is not considered human, at most it is a eunuch who is neither male nor female! Hahaha..." The old tailor laughed.

Four gold bars were brought over and handed into the hands of the old tailor.

"Where is Ergou? Let him come over." The old tailor shouted.

Ergou is his newly acquired land, and he can barely make simple clothes these days.

Ergou is not very old, only fifteen or sixteen years old! But he is very smart.

"Er Gou lives in the guest room in the front yard, playing with my three boys! Someone, please call Er Gou over." Zhang Dashan ordered.

"I'm here!" Ergou stuck his head out from the backyard gate and walked out.

He had long noticed the Japanese coming and heard that they were looking for a master to make clothes! He kept looking at them with worry in his heart.

He heard his master say that we Chinese are Chinese tailors and the only things we can make are Chinese clothes.

"Er Gou! These are four gold bars that were given as a deposit by a senior official of the Japanese army, so that we can make a suit of clothes that will fit you.

This is a lot of money. Take it and go back first to buy a batch of fabrics. Then you have to put away the rest and find a wife for you." The old tailor touched his apprentice Ergou's head.

Ergou knew what was going on. He wanted to cry but was stared at by his master! He forced his tears back.

"Go back!" the old tailor said at last.

"Hey, Master." Ergou took four gold bars and left.

Ergou knew that his master was determined to die, so he couldn't help crying after he left. The master didn't ask him to go back to Ping'an County because it was too far away.

He can go home anywhere but the county town. This is to let him go home! With so much money, not to mention marrying a wife, ten or eight people will not be able to use it all.

The only purpose is to find his father, and then give his father money to recruit troops and develop a guerrilla army.

"Master, I will definitely avenge you together with my father." Ergou said fiercely.

After drinking a pot of tea, the old tailor guessed that the two dogs had gone far away, so he got up and followed Tian Chun out of Zhang Dashan's house for the second time, walking on the way to the gendarmerie.

When we walked to the street, the street was full of ordinary people! This is a large market and a vegetable market.

The old tailor suddenly stopped and shouted: "Fellow folks! Today we say goodbye to our fellow folks."

Many people looked over in fear. They all stopped and looked at the old tailor.

Many people in Anding County knew the old tailor, but at this moment they all watched quietly.

"Folks, my family is a tailor, and I have made all kinds of clothes in my life.

Male and female, old, young and strong.

Those who are in coffins, those who are full moon! Those who are getting married.

But we have never made clothes for the Japanese. Our family has been Chinese all our lives and we can only make clothes for Chinese people.

We Chinese are human beings, and the devils are devils! If we want our family to make clothes for the devils, we will have to become ghosts.

Even if we become ghosts, we are also Chinese ghosts. We can’t even finish making our own ghost clothes, so how can a little Japanese ghost take this turn!?”

"Baga!" Tian Chun cursed angrily for the second time. Looking at the old tailor who continued to scold, he pulled out the big knife with a swipe.

Poof!
Chapter completed!