When Wu Dong heard the news that Sassoon, an American businessman who had just arrived in Foshan, was assassinated and killed by his abandoned leader, he couldn't help but curl his lips and forget about it.
Deserve it!
Without his personal instructions, his subordinates used some means to directly capture Sassoon's ship and send it to the Guangzhou fleet as soon as possible.
This matter is not even a minor incident.
It was only later that I heard that the leader of the unlucky Sassoon was killed by other foreign devils and businessmen, but otherwise there was no incident.
Here, Aunt Thirteen, who had been busy taking pictures for several days, was also passively involved in Huang Feihong's quest for justice for the injured fishermen.
After just a few days in Guangzhou, Aunt Thirteen felt obvious discomfort.
It was not because there was no response from the greeting cards sent to the British official office in Guangzhou. Compared to the somewhat naive Huang Feihong, she had been in England for many years and understood the way the British people behaved better.
She had the same idea as Wu Dong, she felt that this matter would have no consequences at all.
It's just because of the reasons that everyone knows that she is willing to accompany Huang Feihong to "muck around", it's that simple.
The reason why she felt uncomfortable was that the environment in Guangzhou and Foshan was quite different, which made her a little uncomfortable.
Compared with the well-ordered urban area of Foshan, Guangzhou is much more chaotic.
Walking on the street, you can often see the arrogance of gangs going about their business.
As both members of a gang, Aunt Thirteen's impression from Foshan was that she was friendly but respectful, and did not dare to do anything too bold.
But here in Guangzhou, those gang members looked at her with greed and shamelessness in their eyes, which was too much for her and even a little scared.
Not only that, the life of the poor people here in Guangzhou is too miserable.
They are both docks. Not to mention the hygienic gap between Foshan and Guangzhou, the people working on the docks, their clothes and demeanor, do not look like people from the same world at all.
The dock workers in Foshan were dressed in shabby clothes with patches everywhere, but they were starched and clean, and they were all full of energy when working.
The sanitary environment at the wharf in Guangzhou is really poor. Every Lifu here has numb eyes, and the clothes on his body are in tatters.
Not only was he oppressed by the dock gangs, but he also often had to work under the abuse of the business managers, and his mental state was very poor.
At least, such a situation is rarely seen at Foshan Pier.
In addition, there are differences between cities. In short, Aunt Thirteen feels very uncomfortable staying here in Guangzhou.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been in England for a long time, but my style of speaking and doing things is somewhat Westernized.
I had an idea in my mind, so I brought it up directly after eating.
"Feihong, why do you feel there are so many differences between Guangzhou and Foshan?"
Before Huang Feihong could answer, Yacasu, who was quite straight next to him, answered first: "Aunt Thirteen doesn't know, but there are vigilante groups in Foshan to maintain order. The street kids don't dare to make random mistakes, otherwise the consequences will be very serious!"
"Here in Guangzhou, there is no such strong force to directly maintain order!"
Huang Feihong did not speak, but nodded silently...
"Don't the government offices care about it?"
Aunt Thirteen curiously asked: "After all, if the order is not good, it will not do them any good, right?"
Yacasu curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Thirteenth Aunt, dragons and snakes are mixed here in Guangzhou. All forces are entangled, especially the foreigners. The forces are very strong. If the government yamen does not have enough courage, they will not dare to act rashly!"
Aunt Thirteen nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly changed the subject and asked: "Feihong, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get any results in seeking justice for my old man. You must be mentally prepared!"
Being shut out every day, even the core members of the British official organization in Guangzhou, was not allowed to meet. To be honest, it was a huge blow to morale.
Aunt Thirteen also grew up pampered and pampered. Where has she ever suffered like this?
Moreover, she knew the English people's behavior very well and was not optimistic about Huang Feihong's actions, so she couldn't help but give a warning.
Huang Feihong's face darkened. Although he had a good impression of Thirteenth Aunt, he was a little disgusted with her saying such depressing words.
In his opinion, what happened this time was obviously something the British did wrong, and the truth was on his side.
There is no single word "reason" for things in this world, and he firmly believes in this.
Unfortunately, the next day when Zhu Zhurong came to visit him, he also advised him to stop, and even proposed an idea that he felt was ridiculous.
"Master, please don't bother me!"
"If you feel sorry for that old man, then the fleet can support you with a sum of money. Not to mention too much, at least it can allow the old man to live a prosperous life for a few years!"
"Shirong, what are you talking about?"
Huang Feihong's face changed slightly, and he shouted sternly: "Let's be reasonable, the British people always have to apologize to the old man!"
"Master, the English are very domineering, I'm afraid this is impossible!"
Zhu Zhurong smiled bitterly and advised tactfully: "It's not a big problem to stop now. If we continue to pester him, I'm afraid the English people will become angry!"
"Am I still afraid of them?"
"Master is naturally not afraid!"
Zhu Zhurong said depressedly: "But there are many fake foreign devils in Guangzhou, and there are also many forces who want to become fake foreign devils. Once they realize that they can please the British by targeting the master, they may do some vicious things that are hard to guard against.
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Huang Feihong's heart trembled when he heard this, and he subconsciously looked at Aunt Thirteen next to him.
Pork Rong saw that he had a chance and hurriedly stepped up his efforts: "Master, when it comes to familiarity with foreigners' ways of doing things, Adong is definitely the best among us!"
"He once told me that these foreigners value strength the most and believe that 'truth is only within the range of a cannon.' He wants them to be strong enough to bow their heads and admit their mistakes!"
"Nonsense, everything in this world is nothing more than the word 'reason'!"
Huang Feihong subconsciously retorted sharply, but his heart felt inexplicably heavy.
"But the foreigners here in Guangzhou are simply unreasonable!"
Zhu Zhurong smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Under the influence of Adong, and being in a place like Guangzhou, I can naturally collect a lot of information from foreigners!"
At this point, he suddenly raised his head and said in a low and slow tone: "Master may not know that the Americans across the ocean are currently engaged in the so-called westward movement. In order to seize land, they are hunting and killing local indigenous people, and even opened an indigenous scalp.
A reward of five yuan!"
At the end of the sentence, there was a coldness in his tone.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point. Whether it was Huang Feihong, Thirteenth Aunt and Yacasu, their faces were all pale and incredulous...