America 1881: Legend of the West

This Chinese restaurant is no different from the Chinese restaurants Chen Jianqiu has seen elsewhere in the United States.

The entire restaurant has two floors, the first floor is the lobby, and the second floor is the partitions and boxes.

The floor of the hall is paved with brown oak floors, and many round tables are placed in sequence.

The counter is at the entrance of the stairs, and the shopkeeper is standing inside.

There was a statue of Bodhisattva placed on the wooden cabinet behind him. Chen Jianqiu couldn't tell what kind of Bodhisattva it was because the statue's appearance had been blurred by time and most of the outer layer of oil paint had fallen off, leaving only the white glaze.

But the strange thing is that the owner of the restaurant hung a picture of the crucifixion of Jesus on the wall next to the cabinet, and there was also a desk underneath with an incense burner on it.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't understand this nondescript combination.

"Is the owner of this store a Protestant?" Chen Jianqiu asked He Kuan next to him.

"No, at least I haven't seen him in the church." He Kuan shook his head, "Maybe he thinks that he should do as the Romans do. Wherever people go, they worship the gods. In his opinion, it might not be wrong to worship more. "

The shopkeeper was obviously familiar with He Kuan. When he saw him walking into the restaurant door with a strange Chinese man, he greeted him:

"Mr. He, what would you like to eat today?" the shopkeeper asked respectfully.

He Kuan looked at Chen Jianqiu.

"Two bowls of shark fin with rice, stewed bamboo shoots, and a plate of sweet sauce with pork." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the menu hanging behind the counter.

"You are really discerning and lucky. There are just two bowls of shark fins left. I will ask the chef to cook them for you." The shopkeeper said with a smile, "But the sea was very rough the past two days, so the shark fins are too. expensive."

"No problem, you can just take charge of it." Chen Jianqiu said.

One good thing since I became rich is that I no longer have to look at the price when ordering food.

He patted He Kuan's shoulder very considerately: "I'm treating you today, and you don't have to pay for it."

"How can this be done? We invited you here, how can we let you pay the bill?" He Kuan waved his hand hurriedly, "I am the host and you are the guest."

While the two were still talking, the four Japanese sitting at a table at the edge of the hall suddenly said something.

Chen Jianqiu glanced over.

These four people are all very typical Japanese ronin no matter how they dress or behave.

During the Tokugawa shogunate, the samurai class controlled the power of the country, but after the Meiji Restoration, the government abolished the privileges of this class, the samurai class collapsed, and the lower-level samurai began to wander around and became ronin.

These people caused trouble everywhere and were not very popular at home. The Japanese government simply sent these people abroad and became the vanguard of expansion and aggression.

The four men were wearing kimonos and wearing wooden clogs.

They all wore long knives on their waists, the other three had one, but the one wearing navy blue clothes sitting near the door wore two, one long and one short.

A tachi and a covariance.

The man who seemed to be the leader of the four looked arrogant, with a somewhat bald head, and the rest of his hair was pulled into a braid and stuck to the back of his head.

"What are they talking about?" Chen Jianqiu asked He Kuan.

"They are saying we are hypocritical." He Kuan walked towards a still empty round table and whispered to Chen Jianqiu, "The people from Xuanyang Society are apparently civil society organizations, but in fact they are organizations planted here by the Japanese military. "

"Why did they appear in the Chinese restaurant?" Chen Jianqiu picked up the kettle on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

"The one wearing navy blue clothes is called Yamada Sho. He is one of the 'Four Heavenly Kings' under the president of Genyosha. He is a master of the Iai Slash and is very fast with the sword. His hobby is to taste all kinds of food, especially Chinese dishes. Research."

Turns out he is a foodie.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the table over there and found a plate of finished roast goose on it.

Shan Tianxiang flipped the roasted goose over with chopsticks, picked out a piece, dipped it in plum sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and raised his head, took a deep breath, and looked as if he had defecation smoothly, enjoying himself very much:

"Yoshi!"

Chen Jianqiu couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his head and continued to ask: "Who are the remaining three people?"

"One is named Kunihiko Yoshioka. He is blind in one eye. He is one of the few Japanese ronin in Hawaii who is good with guns. He likes to drink. He used to be a killer who specializes in killing people. You can find him in izakayas and bars."

"The other one is called Sato Kojiro. He seems to have been a ninja. Before coming to Hawaii, he was said to be a flower picker who specializes in picking women. However, after coming to Hawaii, he was recruited and restrained by the president of the Genyo Society. He slept in flowers and willows all day long, and was on the island. The chicks on the show have an unclear relationship."

"The last person is Haruma Yamamoto. He is from Okinawa. He is very good at boxing and kicking. He once brought people to a martial arts studio in Chinatown to cause trouble. Ordinary people could not do anything to him. He picked seven martial arts studios in a row and beat up the entire street. There’s only one family left.”

He Kuan seemed to be recalling that challenge.

"The last family escaped because he was exhausted. I remember the name of their school, 'karate'."

"He also has a hobby, which is gambling. He was often scolded by the president for forgetting the time and wasting time while gambling in the casino. However, it is said that the gambling products are also very mediocre. When he loses and gets anxious, he scolds people and beats them if they can't be scolded. As a result, he doesn't have much money in the future. A casino is willing to accommodate him."

"Hiss~" Chen Jianqiu took a breath of cold air.

Eat, drink and gamble with the Four Heavenly Kings? Then what kind of magical figure is the president of Xuanyang Society?

While we were chatting, the waiter came over carrying shark fins for two people.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the spoon and was about to start enjoying the food when there was sudden movement from the Japanese table.

Yamada Sho was sitting on a stool, and one of his younger brothers hooked his hand at the guy.

The waiter ran over in a hurry.

The younger brother pointed at Chen Jianqiu's table, and after talking and gesticulating for a long time, he roughly meant that they also wanted to have a portion of the shark fin rice on Chen Jianqiu's table, and their "gourmet" boss also wanted to try it.

The waiter kept explaining that there were indeed only two bowls left in the store and they were sold.

I don’t know if it was because of poor communication or because the Japanese felt he was insulted.

He slapped the table and jumped up from his stool.

"Baga!" the Japanese yelled and pulled out his knife.

Not to be outdone, the waiter yelled at the kitchen: "Someone is making trouble! Copy the guy!"

In this era in Hawaii, these Chinese may still be timid in front of the white people, but how could they be afraid of the Japanese?

In their view, these Japanese are worse than themselves.

The reason why I talked so much just now is because it’s always a bad idea to start a business with customers.

But now that we have reached this level, we may not be able to use force.

The guys in the kitchen had already rushed out with rolling pins, kitchen knives and other weapons they could find.

They were just about to argue with the Japanese with the guys, but unexpectedly the Japanese pulled out their samurai swords and slashed at the guys.

Yamada Xiang folded his hands on his chest and sat firmly on the stool, as if he didn't bother to participate in this fight.

The man standing at the front was caught off guard and was stabbed in the arm by the Japanese. His arm hung down and blood flowed freely.

Another boy waved the rolling pin in his hand wildly, blocking the knife.

The cook wielding a kitchen knife might know some knife skills.

However, one inch longer and one inch stronger, the Japanese turned over from behind the stool, held the tachi high in his hand, and slashed downwards.

But at this moment, Yamada Xiang's expression suddenly changed.

A ray of silver light suddenly shot out from his waist.

His sword was unsheathed and struck a bullet heading towards his apprentice.

With a "bang" gunshot, his apprentice fell to the ground in pain, clutching his thigh.

Not cutting.

Chen Jianqiu's golden revolver spun around and returned to his waist.

The gun could be drawn again whenever he wanted.

"What? Cut the bullets?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Yamada Xiang, "Do you want me to give you three more bullets?"

Yamada Xiang stood up and put the sword back into its scabbard. He did not dare to act rashly, but his mouth was still stiff and he spoke to Chen Jianqiu in elegant but unskilled Chinese:

"It is certainly wrong for my disciple to act recklessly, but you are too ungrateful to use firearms for a sneak attack."

Chen Jianqiu narrowed his eyes.

It turns out that the person opposite me understands and speaks Chinese, although not very well.

He didn't notice when Yamada Xiang was sitting just now. When he stood up, Chen Jianqiu realized that this man was only about 1.6 meters tall and was a short man.

"You can't beat me with a knife." Chen Jianqiu spread his hands.

Yamada Xiang suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted, and his face was very ugly:

"Then why don't we go out and compete? I want to see how much you weigh!"