"Huang Feihong, is it something you, an 'ordinary' citizen, can do to negotiate with British officials?"
The Admiral of Guangdong Province, wearing a first-grade crown, a flower feather, and the official uniform of a first-grade general, was majestic. His sharp eyes were full of coldness, and he warned in a deep voice: "You are not allowed to go to the British officials again, otherwise the official law will be ruthless. Don't blame me for not doing so."
remind you!"
"Sir, Mr. Huang just wants to ask for justice from foreigners!"
Huang Feihong replied neither humble nor arrogantly, without any mood swings.
"Justice? What justice?"
The admiral was extremely angry and said unhappily: "What happened to the fishermen? Don't you have any idea? It is simply unreasonable to use this matter to make trouble with foreigners!"
"Sir, after all, the fisherman was injured by a gun..."
Huang Feihong argued hard and said dissatisfiedly: "Even if there is some inside story, the foreigners should give an explanation!"
"Then you go to them and ask for an explanation!"
The admiral sneered and said disdainfully: "It's not that I look down on you, it's just that you want foreigners to apologize and go ahead and dream about it for eight lifetimes!"
After saying that, he didn't bother to pay attention to the angry-looking Huang Feihong, turned around and left with his soldiers.
At the door, Wu Dong happened to come in with a group of militia masters. He snorted with displeasure on his face: "What are you doing? What do you militia want to do?"
There are signs of a lustful person. After all, whether it is Wu Dong or the good militiamen around him, they are all very capable and tough to mess with at first sight.
More than a dozen people blocked the door. Even if they did nothing, they still gave people a very strong sense of oppression, and the Admiral felt it.
"Admiral, what are you talking about?"
Wu Dong curiously asked: "It seems that the vigilante group has not offended the adults, nor has it stolen or robbed..."
As he spoke, he shook his head and motioned to the militia brothers around him to give way, without continuing to speak.
But his reaction made all the good militiamen feel unhappy. Although they didn't dare to stab the admiral in front of him, their faces inevitably turned bad.
"Huh, militia militias, you guys can take care of yourself!"
Obviously, the admiral also realized that he had lost his composure. He did not use the topic as an excuse, but just snorted and left directly.
Quite a bit generous!
Watching the admiral and his entourage leave, Wu Dong squinted his eyes and commented leisurely.
"A Dong, what are you doing?"
At this time, Huang Feihong's dissatisfied question suddenly came to his ears: "You know that the admiral is here with bad intentions, but you still add fuel to the fire?"
Huang Feihong heard the noise outside and hurriedly walked out to check. He happened to see Wu Dong leading a dozen militiamen into Baozhilin aggressively.
It is inevitable that I feel a little unhappy...
"Master Huang, after all, this person is not a good person!"
Wu Dong didn't feel embarrassed at all, and signaled the group of vigilantes to disperse. He found a chair and sat down, and said with a chuckle: "We have to show some strength appropriately, otherwise we will look down on others. Who knows what the other party will do."
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"You..."
Huang Feihong was helpless and said depressedly: "I don't know what's going on. I always feel like everything is not going well lately!"
As Zhu Rong took Bao Zhilin and his family to Guangzhou to work hard, Bao Zhilin became a little deserted at this time.
I don’t know what Huang Feihong’s thoughts are, but he has no intention of continuing to recruit disciples for the time being.
Wu Dong came over from time to time and brought a lot of excitement to the deserted Bao Zhilin. In addition, Wu Dong was the main person in charge of the militia, so Huang Feihong would not really treat him coldly.
Besides, he actually had a good impression of Wu Dong, who was studious and diligent in practicing martial arts.
It's just that some of the things he encountered recently made him feel depressed and unhappy. It's normal. His temper is still good and he doesn't take his anger out on others.
Wu Dong was speechless. Why is he thinking like this? Don't you have some comparison in your mind?
"Master Huang, just do it according to your own ideas. I'm watching over the militia, and the city of Foshan is very stable!"
What he said was full of encouragement: "Of course, if you encounter difficulties from the government, Master Huang doesn't need to be too generous!"
"What are you talking about?"
Huang Feihong rolled his eyes angrily, changed the subject and said, "Oh, I happen to have relatives coming back from overseas today, why don't you come with me to meet them?"
"Relatives overseas?"
Wu Dong's heart moved, and he secretly thought that it couldn't be the Thirteenth Aunt, could it?
But he said: "I don't care, I'm just afraid that Master Huang's relatives will look down on me, a bumpkin!"
"Who dares to call you stupid?"
Huang Feihong said angrily: "The entire militia knows that you know the most about things in foreign countries!"
"Besides, when dealing with foreigners in Shirong, aren't they all controlled by your remote control? Why are you so humble now?"
"Ha, Master Huang is so complimentary!"
Being praised by Huang Feihong in person, Wu Dong was in a good mood. He smiled and said modestly: "I just think there must be a reason why foreigners are so arrogant and the court still lets them go!"
"I also want to know how the foreigners got their ships strong and powerful, so naturally I have to learn more about it and see if I can learn some practical and useful knowledge!"
"Hey, it would be great if the court thought the same way you did!"
Huang Feihong's heart was shaken, he shook his head and sighed, waving his hands and saying: "Forget it, just come with me!"
Wu Dong didn't say much, and followed Huang Feihong as he stood up and left Baozhilin.
On the way, he pretended to be curious and asked: "Master Huang, is your relative a boy or a girl?"
"You'll know when the time comes!"
Huang Feihong had a strange look on his face, but he did not answer Wu Dong's question.
When they arrived at the appointed teahouse, Huang Feihong happened to help the so-called third uncle out of the siege. Seeing the familiar scene in front of him, Wu Dong understood that it was the thirteenth aunt who was here.
With no worries in my heart, I found an inconspicuous place to sit down, intending to quietly be a member of the public.
Unfortunately, the identity of the actual person in charge of the vigilante group was there, and a group of guys who were somewhat famous in Foshan, regardless of the huge age gap, took the initiative to come forward to say hello.
"Feihong, who is this?"
Whether it was the third uncle or the thirteenth aunt who made a stunning appearance, everyone couldn't help but curiously asked after seeing such a scene.
"Ahem, A Dong, come here and let me introduce you!"
Huang Feihong was a little embarrassed. Hearing this, he hurriedly called Wu Dong over and introduced to his third uncle and thirteenth aunt: "This little brother is my right-hand man in the militia, and he is also Wu Dong who is responsible for specific affairs!"
"I've met my third uncle, I've met my thirteenth aunt!"
Wu Dong smiled slightly, cupped his hands in greeting and said, "If something happens in Foshan, you two can just ask me to do it for Master Huang's sake, and it can be easily solved!"
After saying a few polite words, he took the initiative to avoid it, saying that the sour smell between Huang Feihong and Thirteenth Aunt was not the place he should be.