Without cigar words, Zhang Qijie nodded repeatedly, and his expression became solemn again. He continued: "I had no faith at that time, but I felt that I was awesome and great. On the one hand, I was afraid that someone would be chased and be targeted by others. On the other hand, I wanted others to know that I was rich. He needed to respect me and respect me. I am not a pariah anymore. I am a prominent waiter, everyone is.

At that time, I specifically told myself that when speaking to ordinary people, I should raise my chest and look up, and stop for three seconds before replying. At home, I enjoy scolding my servants, because I feel that I give you money, and you have to listen to me. Every penny spent on you is heard and the light. When I see the servants sitting along the well, I will immediately scold them, saying that they are lazy and seek death.

It was during this period that I met two friends Li Guangxi and Wang Jieren. Wang Jieren was the richest man in the county at that time, and Li Guangxi was the largest landlord in the county. This is also because I feel that my identity is different, so I have to find some noble friends."

"Oh, are you talking about that hypocrite and rabbit, you were mixed together at that time?" Zheng Abao said sarcastically.

But Zhang Qijie said seriously: "Master Bao, you don't know them. I have known them for nearly ten years, and they have all changed. If you know how dirty and despicable they were and I were back then, you will feel that Wang Jieren and Li Guangxi have become so good now. They are in trouble now, probably just like Lao Pan, falling into the Satan swamp and sinking deeper. They are good people. No, compared with them ten years ago, they are really good now."

Zheng Abao curled his lips and raised his hand to make a gesture to continue speaking.

Zhang Qijie said: "Ten years ago, we were still young, frivolous and evil rich young men. Wang Jieren was extremely arrogant and his mouth was full of how powerful he was and how rich he was. When you look at the eyes of him talking to you, you will know that he expects you to show flattery and envy when you say to him;

Li Guangxi seemed a little silly, always laughed and talked less. As for the cheater who tried to check people's hearts at all times back then, I felt that this kid must have something shameful, which made him often feel a little scared and unconfident. Later, I learned that his family was an official from the Qing Dynasty and his brother was ruined by the Divine Emperor Army. He was always worried about offending the government and his family business collapsed, so he was very careful to be a human being.

This feeling of being in danger of peace must be painful no matter how rich you are.

One thing shows how painful Li Guangxi was back then. The mansion you lived in was considered a standard Western building? He was not willing to build it at all because when he cursed the county magistrate of that year, he expressed his desire to build a house. The county magistrate was from Hong Kong and a ruthless man from the church who came from the Haisong court. Without saying a word, he called his cousin who did the building from Hong Kong and took a picture of a standard Western building drawing for Li Guangxi and asked him to buy it.

Li Guangxi dared not say "no" and bought the drawings at a high price. He did not dare to change them. He also wanted to build a bunker back then, but he was afraid of offending local parents, so he really built an authentic Western building intact and complained to us every day: "In such a big place, so many windows, how many damn servants do I have to hire to guard it." Of course, later, the God Emperor was so wise and wise, and Hai Song developed thousands of miles a day. The county magistrate was executed by the God Emperor for corruption. His Western building became mainstream. Li Guangxi was happy again. At that time, we often said that he was lucky in disguise.

Of course, at that time, I was a bad person and was happy about the unlucky others. On the surface, I had a fierce fight with the two of them, but I cursed them in secret. I got the money myself. They were given by my parents and obtained by plundering people's past in the Qing Dynasty. I hope Wang Jieren went bankrupt, Li Guangxi was a spy in the Qing Dynasty and was confiscated and exterminated the clan. Then the richest man in the county might be me. And I heard that they were also talking bad things about me behind my back, saying that I was a country bumpkin and made a fortune in the United States. It was not as noble as their county town. I was so angry that I gritted my teeth.

You know, people without faith are like this. They hate others and laugh at others. They compare with others every day, and never know what happiness is. They can’t even experience happiness.

There was a time when all three of us had money, and we all relied on industries and real estate to collect rent. We had nothing to do. We didn't go home for several months. We were the best entertainment venues in the county town every day: teahouses, restaurants, hotels, and three-point lines. We chatted about who is beautiful every day. We circulated Western nude women's paintings, took some opium, and Li Guangxi occasionally went to prostitution. Wang Jieren did not prostitution at that time, and pretended to say that he believed in Catholicism. I only know what happened now. At that time, I secretly regarded him as a competitor.

I was trying to make a sigh of relief. In order to be stronger than him, I also went to the Catholic Church to baptize. Anyway, I didn’t gamble anymore, so I didn’t follow suit. Of course, I was also doing things, thinking about how to make money in the changing world trend every day. What if the separatist rule of Song and Qing was a foregone conclusion? What if the Qing Dynasty came back? Sorry, Master Bao, I have said this. I don’t want to lie to you. I was not very loyal to the emperor at that time, because at that time I had no faith, and did not transcend life and death. I was only loyal to the money-making **.

However, now, for the sake of a common divine faith, I am willing to sacrifice myself for our glorious court of Christ.

Wang Jieren was tired of eating all day long in the county town, thinking that Longchuan was too young to accommodate his dragon, so he finally took a suitcase of banknotes to the capital, which is known as the Pearl of Far East and Adventurer Paradise. I also wanted to go, but I was afraid that I would break my past when I met a familiar face, so I could only sigh and curse him behind my back, being eaten in the Adventurer jungle, without leaving any bones left.

But Wang Jieren did not fail, thank God, Hallelujah.

He made a fortune in Western learning in Beijing, and used a boat to transport back a brand new Western carriage and two tall Arab horses, which caused a sensation in the entire county. Then Li Guangxi went to the capital to find Wang Jieren, a child who made a fortune. He stayed for several months. When he came back, he came back with a boat of foreign steel equipment and wanted to start a Western learning and build an iron nail factory.

At that time, I did not go to the county town to celebrate their success, but instead envied and hated the countryside outside the city. They said that I was a country bumpkin and made a fortune as a coolie. Although I was actually a fraudster who cheated Chinese people, I had been in a foreign country for ten years. I had never seen anything? Isn’t it just a factory? Isn’t it just a Western learning? When I went to the United States, this land was still respected by the people as the emperor!

Since the court intends to learn the West, isn’t that my field? At that time, my gambling seemed to be rising again, and my blood was boiling. I immediately took action and endured the pain of taking out piles of banknotes from the suitcase. I went to Huizhou to find foreign agents to buy matches and umbrella equipment, and directly built two factories in the village.

The factory is a little proud of me. It is actually a workshop with several machines, but it was fashionable and rare back then, and the factory can do it.

Outsiders say that Guangdong people have nothing more than the word "first" in business. They dare to be the first in the world. Whoever enters the Western learning trend will make a fortune. Then they rely on their wealth and power to kill Houlang on the beach and dominate the ocean of money!

I have seen foreigners' factories and know how to manage troublemakers. I am an old employee of Pacific Shipping for three years. The people here are poor. During the slack season, workers will happily do it for you. They think this is foreign wealth. Soon my factory is getting bigger and bigger, and the supply of products is in short supply. At that time, it was so simple. Although it was considered a workshop, the supply of goods was in short supply. Matches and umbrellas were sold as much as they built. At that time, our country had neither Song and Yuan dynasties nor banknotes. As a result, the bosses in Huizhou used sacks to find me, pay in advance and wait for goods!

I finally found out that I had too much money for the first time. I came out of the secret room of the fort weighing coins. My wife hid in fear with her son and was worried that I would beat her up, but I laughed. I stood in a yard full of dog shit, turned my head and raised my hands to the sky and laughed out loud-I finally stopped worrying that my water was rootless, and I dug out a well!

In 4 years, when I returned to China for three years, others no longer saw me as a local tycoon who returned to China, but a Longchuan business elite who was truly standing in the trend of the times.

However, Wang Jieren's mother said every day that his son started making opium futures with daily gold in Haijing, and he could earn several thousand yuan a day. I could see that Li Guangxi was under great pressure because Wang Jieren was a child, and the two families were equally strong. I was also under great pressure, envious and jealous. Li Guangxi also asked me to study futures. I thought I had seen the world and wanted to play futures. But after I studied it, I felt that it was a kind of gambling, and I was good at observing people's expressions and manipulating my opponents' hearts to win cards. I had no courage to gambling with hard numbers when I couldn't see the enemy. I was a small casino fraud.

And I am also afraid of going to Haijing and being recognized.

Think about it, this is really a very kind to me. I have let me know in advance that the terrible gambling is not going to be like Wang Jieren, who would spend all his wealth in Haijing's futures gambling game overnight.

I hesitated, and Li Guangxi didn't dare to follow him, so we could only do business. We went to Huizhou every day to look at the market situation, consult the prices of Western machines, and even slashed our heads into the "Huizhou Longchuan Villagers' Chamber of Commerce". We met many fellow villagers and businessmen who made money in Huizhou, and our business prospects were very good.

At this time, in the interweaving of compliments and cups, I no longer know what my surname is. I am extremely proud of myself: I deny that I got rich because I got ill-gotten wealth, but because I was born smarter than others and didn’t consider my luck. I don’t rely on luck. I am just smart and noble. I was born rich and was born with everyone’s fate.

But the facts are cruel. On that day in 4 years, I realized that I was not everyone at all.

I remember clearly that time. Taking advantage of Wang Jieren's return from the capital to rest, Li Guangxi and I, as the leaders of the Longchuan Chamber of Commerce, specially invited them to visit Dongjiang and Longchuan for their hospitality and support. For the sake of the scene, Li Guangxi and I bought the first class cabin and the top viewing platform. It was a small steamship from Huizhou, which was very fashionable at the time.

On the boat, we drank foreign wine and ate Western food on the top deck of the best sight. The scenery included the natural scenery of Tianjiang, the heads of the servants and the poor people in the lower class who were rushing under our feet. They were right under our feet. This feeling was a real good scenery, the scenery of everyone, the scenery of the superior ones, and our parents were in vain.

The topic is Wang Jieren talking about his experience in the capital. I brag about my experience in the United States. Li Guangxi supported him. I was stunned when I saw the group of fellow villagers who were in Huizhou. The three of us were so proud.

During the meal, I also taught them how to take a knife and fork and how to taste beef, but in fact I was talking nonsense. Because I couldn't even eat the mature beef of foreigners and couldn't afford it, and I didn't dare to go to a foreign restaurant. There was only Chinese food in Chinatown, which was no different from my hometown. The so-called American steak in the boat was just iron plate beef, but it was still cold, because Li Guangxi and I hired a Chinese Cantonese chef. He hadn't even left Huizhou for a day, so how could he cook steak? But everyone ate with relish and said that I was a talented man who was connected with Chinese and Western culture. That day, that hour and minute, I really accepted it, and felt that I was more fashionable than the foreigners.

Because I am the master, I have to make my friends happy, and I pay the money and I can't waste a penny. So I am very active, frequently urging food, scolding traitors, and staring at the ship staff when I speak.

At that time, it was not special for me personally, because I was always so strict with others and inferior people.

During the meal, I found a hair floating in a glass of milk brought by the servant. I was furious and scolded the servant bloodily, shouting, "Do I spend money on your untouchable hair?"

The servant looked very scared and bowed to admit his mistakes. I rolled up my sleeves, clenched my fists and gestured to him twice, and scolded him to change it immediately.

But I was worried that the guy who was scolded by me was full of hatred. Although he was attentive and obedient, the hatred in the corner of his eyes could not be hidden from anyone, just like a monkey performing under a whip. After nodding and bowing, he left with the glass of milk in disappointment.

I said to everyone on the top of the boat: "The service in China is not as good as that of the United States, and the mailman is not sure to carry his hands behind his back. They look so grand, but it looks so disgusting here. It's really trash." After that, I stood up and left the banquet, and quietly followed the mailman, wanting to see if he had changed as I said.

Because it was a small steamer, the kitchen was next to the boiler room, right in the center of the hull, I went down the stairs, walked through a deck and arrived at the kitchen, and could see the every move of the servants and the chefs from the small round windows that were radiating hot.

The scene that came made me irritated: the servant not only did not change to a glass of milk as I said, but he just used his dirty hands to remove the hair and threw it away, and spit it into the teacup, and wanted to bring it to us again.

My back against the wall by the window, my hands clenched into a fist, and I only thought about two things: Should I just punch him in the face when he comes out or grab his front to explain this?

But the conversation between their servants and their master in the kitchen poured a basin of cold water on me, which wiped my anger out. They all saw what the servants did. Everyone was laughing. Some shouted, "Well done, those damn rich guys!" Some said, "When I saw their faces that deserved a beating, I wanted to kick them into the Dongjiang River!!!"

Isn’t this the passenger ship of the Pacific Shipping Company, our group of servants, moving from the Pacific to Dongjiangzhi intact?

I suddenly remembered my own experience, and the hatred and contempt of those rich and wealthy Chinese rich men who were unkind. I think they were all a bunch of bitches, but now why am I a bitch who was disdainful and hated in my heart at that time?

I am obviously nobler than those rich guys, loyal, kind, righteous and wiser than them, but I feel that I am a hundred times better than those bastards. I am a good person, why does this group of traitors respect me?

In the inner pain, I was so surprised and inferior that I had no intention of making trouble. I took a step back, walked on the deck, and turned around again. At this time, the servant happened to come out with my glass of milk. Seeing me, I thought I had just come down from the observation deck on the top of the boat.

My expression when I looked at him was very complicated, and his expression when he looked at me was also very complicated. It was an expression of accident and fear that the trick would be discovered.

After sighing, I said to him: I don’t want milk anymore. I actually can’t get used to this thing and other dishes. After that, I took out a silver coin from my pocket and handed it to him, saying: Thank you for your hard work, this is your tip.

All this is what I think in the US passenger ship should do to us, just like those foreign guests.

When I suddenly gave him a one-yuan tip, the young servant was surprised and surprised. He stared at me, as if he was looking at a monster. After a while, he became happy, took the silver dollar and thanked him repeatedly.

I stared at his back, looking at him as if he was a thief, and turned his head to look at me repeatedly while walking back. I thought this was OK? This is enough for everyone? I would like to give you a one-yuan tip! Who in China has ever heard of giving one-yuan so much money? Many people don’t even know what the tip is!

When he entered the kitchen, I slipped over again, my steps were very light, my back against the bulkhead, so many guests on the deck looked at me in surprise, thinking I was a thief, but I ignored them. When I arrived at the circular window, I heard what they were talking about. Will I praise me for being a foreign gentleman and everyone?

Unexpectedly, I heard that I gave me one dollar tip and was surprised, but I didn't expect that they not only did not thank me, but continued to laugh at me for insulting me.

The slap in the milk smiled and said, "Today I'm spitting in his milk, and he will give me one dollar."

Everyone was envious and laughing at me, scolding me for being both immoral and stupid.

Then the chef gave him a plate of fish that was out of the pot. The boy took it and said with a smile: "Since this guy is so stupid today, we can't let him go. I will spit in it again, so I will definitely let him eat my saliva today."

Then he did this and burst into laughter in the kitchen, and they were all saying that I was so stupid that I was eating shit.

I was so angry that I shivered all over. When the guy came out with a fish, I punched him in the face, knocked him down on the deck, and howled and kicked him.

At that time, I was completely venting hysterically: I treated you harshly, you hated me and scolded me for being immoral; but when I treated you thickly, you despised me and said I was stupid! What do you want me to do like you to be satisfied with?!!!

The friends at the top of the cabin heard the noise below and went to the railing to see me beating the servant in the aisle below. They asked me what was going on. I gasped and said that he was spitting in the vegetables and skipped the details of my tipping. I couldn't afford to lose this person.

Everyone was furious. Wang Jieren, who was the master, shared the same hatred for the enemy. He was so angry that he turned over from the railing and jumped to the deck. Li Guangxi handed him and me a chair. Later, a few friends came down. Several of us fucked the chairs in a circle and beat the servant like a dog.

Because we were all dressed in a good manner, we saw that we were rich people. The passengers and crew members on the side were afraid to care. We watched us beat the servant into a dead dog, and the deck was full of bloody ideas.

At this moment, a young man with a passenger-like appearance rushed over, pushed away Li Guangxi and me, who were sweating profusely, and half-squatted on the ground, covering the servile mates on the floor like a hen protecting a chick.

I was furious and raised the chair and went over to smash the peddler's head. He squatted on the ground and looked up at me, scolding me sternly: "What are you going to do? You are going to kill people! Do you understand that he is your brother and my brother? As for the attacks on your brothers so fiercely? They are all from Song, they are all Lamb of God, and they want to love each other!!!"

He squatted on the ground and looked up at me, with his eyebrows raised and his face full of justice. I remember clearly that he was so righteous and so majestic. Although he was dressed ordinary and looked ordinary, he spoke like a high-ranking official. We were all scared by him. I held the chair above my head and solidified it. For a long time, I watched him lower his head and sold the back of his head to me, and concentrated on checking the wounds of the servants.

At that moment, I returned to the United States in a daze. The majesty of those who treated inferior people and our Chinese workers was nothing but the same. Even though he seemed to have no money, no status, and was very ordinary, they dared to scold us who were gambling, committing crimes or smoking opium. I experienced it myself once. In the United States, I was walking on the street, a white man punched me for no reason, and another white man who passed by scolded his compatriots, and said that the white man who beat me off his hat and bowed his head and then slipped away. Their justice and fearless aura was not something that the untouchables did not have."

Zheng Abao leisurely spit out a smoke ring and asked, "Is it Dr. Li?"
Chapter completed!