Infinite Movie World

With a bright stick in one hand and a tin trumpet in the other, he was loudly promoting the beautiful scene of Jinshan.

The handle of his bright stick looks like it was made of gold, which is particularly dazzling in this era of poverty and hunger.

"Sitting on the big steamer of Mr. Foreigner, no one dares to bully us! When you reach Jinshan, you can dig as hard as you can, and you can dig as much gold as you have!"

A young man at the bottom eagerly asked, "Are all the gold we dug up our own?"

The comprador grinned, "Of course!"

The young man asked suspiciously: "What is the foreigner planning?"

"Yup!"

"Master Yang didn't dig it himself, so he gave us all the gold?"

The young people below shook their heads.

The comprador laughed, "Of course all the gold belongs to you, but you still have to pay for eating, drinking, and sleeping, as well as the round-trip travel expenses! In short, if you calculate everything, it is equivalent to taking the gold you dug and Master Yang will share equally!"

"Equally divided?"

"It's reasonable to dig gold on other people's land, and they still care about us eating, drinking, and sleeping, as well as round-trip fares."

"This business is okay! While we are young and have good physical strength, we can dig for seven or eight years, and when we come back, we will be able to glorify our ancestors!"

"However, the signing fee of ten yuan for Long Yang is a bit expensive."

"They are all planning to make a fortune. How can you not even give up ten yuan? I'll sign up!" one of the young people raised his hand and said.

The comprador on the stage grinned and said: "Okay, go to the backstage room to pay the money and bet, who else is there? The opportunity is rare, and the number of seats is limited! Master Yang's boat can't take too many people!"

When the young men who were still hesitating heard this, they immediately raised their hands enthusiastically.

The comprador smiled proudly: "Okay, everyone is lined up! Go inside and pay the money!"

Lin Shirong clenched his fists and said, "Afeng, I want to go up and grab that comprador and expose his scam!"

Xufeng shook his head, "Senior brother, please don't be impulsive. Our purpose is to find out the whereabouts of Ding Dazhi. There are so many people outside that it is not suitable to do it. Let's go in first."

Lin Shirong sighed, "Okay, listen to Afeng."

The two of them lined up in a long line, following the young people, moving in step by step.

"Next!"

More than half an hour later, it was Xufeng and Lin Shirong's turn.

The two pushed the door open, Xufeng gave Lin Shirong a wink, Lin Shirong immediately stood behind the door and guarded it.

There is not much room to stay in the room, and there is a stone plate weighing [-] kg in the middle, and a large number of signed British labor contracts are scattered on the floor.

On the desk by the window, a Chinese comprador wearing glasses was sitting there, with a bulging money bag on his left and a short-handled firearm on his right.

The Tang comprador raised his head and shouted arrogantly: "Who told you to come in together? Get.out!"

Chapter 30 Dirty Heart

Lin Shirong frowned, "Brother, what bird language is this fake foreigner speaking?"

Xufeng smiled and said, "He told you to get out."

"What?" Lin Shirong was furious, clenched his fists, and rushed towards the comprador of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking for death!"

The eighty-pound stone plate in front of him was kicked away by him!

The comprador suddenly turned pale with fright, and hurriedly went to get the firearm on the table.

Xufeng approached with a crane-shaped movement, and at the same time took out the ivory short-handled firearm that had been prepared long ago.

As soon as the comprador raised his head, his forehead was pressed against the firearm.

"Big brother, forgive me"

The comprador knew that he had encountered a hard problem this time, so he quickly threw away the firearm and raised his hand like a bastard.

Lin Shirong rushed up, "Junior Brother Afeng, you should hurry up!"

His fan-like palm was hanging in the air, but he didn't rush to lower it, "Junior Brother Afeng, can I hit now?"

Xufeng said quickly: "Brother Shirong, please be safe and don't be impatient, wait until I finish asking questions."

"Okay!" Lin Shirong grabbed the comprador by the collar, easily lifted him out from behind the desk, and threw him heavily on the ground.

The comprador screamed and collapsed on the ground, not daring to move.

"Forgive me, you two heroes. You want money, right? But the money is not mine, it's all Master Jishan's. If you rob Master Jishan of his money, Master Jishan will definitely not let you go!"

On the surface, he was begging for mercy, but in fact he brought out Jishan's background to scare Xufeng.

Jishan is the naval commander of the country of Melican, and the steel warship docked offshore is Jishan's ship.

Xufeng squatted down, pointed a firearm at the comprador's face, and said disappointedly: "Look at you, are you still a Tang? Don't you feel ashamed? Your motherland is being bullied by these foreigners. You don't think Shame, still go to treat them as a dog and help them deceive their compatriots?"

The comprador swallowed, and said palely: "I, I don't have me, it's for the good of Tang people."

Xufeng sighed, "It seems that people like you who have forgotten their ancestors can't be too polite. Brother Shirong, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Lin Shirong grinned, "Finally we can do it!"

As he said that, Lin Shirong slapped the comprador on the face with such great force that he flew the comprador fan up, his body turned 360 degrees in the air, and then he hit the ground heavily and passed out.

Xufeng quickly breathed out, "Fortunately, I still have breath."

Lin Shirong scratched his head, and said with embarrassment: "Isn't this guy too slapped? I just slapped him lightly."

Xufeng picked up a pot of herbal tea from the desk and splashed it on the comprador's face, the comprador's body trembled and he regained consciousness.

But he deliberately closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

Xufeng frowned, and said loudly: "Senior brother, there is not enough herbal tea, why don't we wake him up with urine?"

Lin Shirong was really very happy, and immediately untied his belt.

The comprador hurriedly opened his eyes and shouted: "Wake up! Wake up! I'm awake!"

"I'll serve you!" Lin Shirong fastened his belt resentfully.

Xufeng yelled at the comprador in a cold voice: "If you don't tell the truth, it will be more than just a slap in the face. Tell me, what happened to Jinshan?"