I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

What kind of country is the Ming Dynasty?

Where did they get such an advanced camera?

U.K?

Or France?

Or the recent rise of Prussia?

Although the United States in the [-]th century practiced isolationism, Donald had heard of Bismarck who took office last year.

Donald was puzzled.

I also thought of the social death I would face if those photos were published in the newspaper...

Sighing, Donald slumped on the chair.

squeak-

At this time, the door of the interrogation room was opened again.

Donald couldn't help squinting his eyes due to the suddenly variable light.

"I beg you, there is really no drop, let me and the groundhog go!"

Although he knew that no one knew English except the Ming emperor, Donald groaned weakly.

"Oh, isn't this our old Indian friend, Mr. Donald?"

Zhu Fugui pinched his nose and walked in with a smile.

Behind Yang Liu and other guards drew their swords out of their sheaths and kept vigilant.

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor!"

Donald quickly knelt down.

This man in front of him is a devil.

But at least a devil that can communicate.

Donald snotted and burst into tears: "Your Majesty, don't make fun of me anymore. You are definitely not Indians. You are strong, brave, upright...imaginative!"

Donald almost said the word "imagination" through his teeth.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Mr. Donald, let's talk about business."

Zhu Fugui winked left and right.

then……

It was awkward silence, nothing happened.

No way, this guy Yang Liu is really not expected to be a follower, he doesn't wink at all.

When other gangsters talk about business, Ma Zi knows how to help pull the stool.

I depend on an emperor so much, do I have to do everything myself?

Zhu Fugui had no choice but to pull out the chair by himself, and sat up with Erlang's legs up:

"Mr. Donald, do you know why we have you as our guest?"

"Does the villain need to contribute funds?"

Donald's eyebrows twisted into the word Chuan, "But Your Majesty, I'm just a poor countryman with less than 40 dollars in property..."

Today's $40 is equivalent to RMB 1 in future generations.

The fatness of this fat man is not something that the poor can afford in this era.

This guy is sending beggars away!

But well...

Originally, Zhu Fugui really didn't expect to make money.

Zhu Fugui smiled and said: "It turns out that Mr. Donald is still thinking of donating, that's right, come!"

"exist!"

"For the record, International Friend Donald..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhu Fugui paused, then turned around and asked, "Mr. Donald, do you have a Chinese name?"

"Chinese name?"

Donald froze.

He had suspected that the other party was Chinese.

But don't Chinese people all have a big braid behind their heads, taciturn and lack of vitality?

These people in front of me don't look like Chinese, do they?

And isn't that the Qing Dynasty?

Why did the Great Ming Kingdom come out again?

Question marks filled Donald's mind, but now was obviously not the time to think about it.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I don't have a Chinese name."

"Oh, how about I get one for you?" Zhu Fugui became interested.

"Okay, this is my honor!" Donald nodded quickly.

If choosing a Chinese name could bring him closer, Donald would have no problem at all.

"Is it called Tang Jianguo, or is it called Tang Guanhai?"

Zhu Fugui rubbed his chin, a little hesitant.

In the end, he patted the table and made a decision, "Tang Sangui, Mr. Donald, from now on your Chinese name will be Tang Sangui."

"Tang Umbrella Ghost..."

Donald recited it around his tongue, "It's such a nice name, may I ask His Majesty the Emperor, does it have any meaning?"

"Oh, that's learned."

Zhu Fugui nodded with a serious expression, "Sangui was a famous general in our country 200 years ago, and eventually became a king. I think you have extraordinary temperament, and you will definitely become the general Sangui of the United States in the future."

"Thank you, His Majesty, for your blessing."

Although Donald didn't think he would be a bullshit general as a businessman, at least the implication was good. It seemed that the other party didn't intend to harm his life.

"Well, for the record, international friend Tang Sangui, on May 237, 5, Chongzhen 1, voluntarily donated US$40. If you don't donate in time, it will be calculated as [-]% compound interest!"

"By the way, remember to ask him to sign. He must sign in English, not just 'Tang Sangui'!"

Zhu Fugui secretly thought it was dangerous, and almost forgot the lessons learned from the spicy chicken shreds.

……

Looking at Donald who signed his name under the caress of Yang Liujun's knife, Zhu Fugui smiled and said:

"Okay, thank you Mr. Tang Sangui for your generosity, let's talk about the real business next."

"First of all, I didn't expect that Mr. Sangui, you are the new supervisor of Prash!"

Zhu Fugui took out a document similar to a letter of appointment from his pocket, which Yang Liu and the others found from Donald before.

"Plash's original supervisor, what happened to Mr. Henry?" Zhu Fugui asked.

"You know Henry?"

Donald froze for a moment, realizing that the water inside seemed a bit deep.

He didn't dare to pretend to be a farmer anymore, and said truthfully: "Henry Moore was transferred back to Omaha by the company, and I'm here to take over his job."

"Oh, it seems that Henry has done a good job!"

Zhu Fugui nodded casually, but it made Donald change his mind.

As a young man who runs errands at the headquarters all year round, Donald is still very well informed.

Of course he knew that the reason why Henry got the attention of Crocker executives was because he was very experienced in using Chinese workers.

And the so-called Emperor of Ming just now vaguely expressed his identity as a Chinese!

What does this mean?

This shows that this group of people is likely to be a gangster who helped Henry manage the Chinese and even sell piglets!

It's Henry's white gloves!

No, it is impossible for a soft guy like Henry to control such a fierce Chinese gang.

Then it is very likely that Henry's success is entirely obtained through cooperation with these Chinese gangsters!

That being the case, if I can also have a good relationship with these Chinese gangsters...

"Cough cough!"

Zhu Fugui's cough interrupted Donald's random thoughts, "Although I don't know what you are thinking, but Mr. Sangui, please don't forget that you still have some very precious private photos in our hands, you shouldn't smile so lewdly .”

Zhu Fugui's words drove Donald into the abyss again.

Cooperation?

He knew that he might no longer be qualified to cooperate with this vicious Chinese gangster as a partner...

Chapter 053

Of course Zhu Fugui didn't bring Donald, an outsider, back to his base.

The previous interrogations were all completed in a temporary stronghold where the Yin people were hunting.

There are also more animals, which is convenient for local materials.

Obviously, Brother Sangui is not a tough guy.

Especially his Jewish identity made Zhu Fugui very satisfied.

Many people think that America is controlled by the Jews.

This sentence is actually debatable.

Because although the Jewish consortium does have a deep control over the United States, it is always the Anglo-Saxon Puritans who really stand in the core area of ​​the United States.

The national character of the Jews is also destined to have no motherland.

At least until Israel was born, they had no homeland.

It is a good thing for Zhu Fugui to cooperate with such a person.

After treating Zhu Fugui and others as a Chinese gangster, Donald understood his position instead.

That is the reverse white glove of the gangster, helping the gangster to deal with black money.

Say it earlier!

That's it?

In this day and age, places like New York and Chicago are full of gangsters.

There are too many things that politicians and gangsters use and cooperate with each other.

Even those fellow Jews on Wall Street have a lot of spokesmen and white gloves in parliament.

For such a small matter, it is necessary for me and the groundhog to...

After understanding Zhu Fugui's mission, Donald wanted to cry a little.

But things had come to this, he had no choice but to obediently follow Zhu Fugui's convoy all the way north.

……

The serious Canada-Colombia territory and the United States are separated by a narrow strait.

But in this era, although the Americans obtained a lot of land through treaties, their control over many places was still very weak.

Especially during this special period of the Civil War between the North and the South, few people cared about the affairs of the West.

Therefore, the Canadians also controlled some ports on the south coast of the strait to facilitate trade.