Volume 2 [Young Tigers Crossing the Stream] NO.21 Enmity with Malaysia
In a relatively decent house in the Chinese-inhabited area of Terengganu, Malaysia, an uninvited guest came. He was a middle-aged strong man, wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a half stand-up collar and a serious look on his face.
The black cloth Mao suit gives people a very bad feeling.
The people living in the house were a little worried and wanted to call the police, but the man still opened the door and asked in English: "Are you looking for someone?"
"Where's that family that lived here a week ago?"
The middle-aged man asked directly in Chinese.
The man in the house stood at the door and was stunned. The neighbors on both sides came out to take a look. The man looked at the stranger with a stern look: "Moved. We just moved here two days ago."
He speaks blunt Mandarin with a strong Guangnan accent.
"Do you know where you are going?"
The strong man took out ten US dollars from his pocket and handed it over. The man was overjoyed and took it with a smile from ear to ear, and then said: "There is a record, there is a relocation record. Wait a minute!"
Then there was a loud yell in Cantonese, and the hostess of the house immediately yelled back, and then she started looking around all over the place. The neighbors on both sides were very dark-skinned and looked like they were Malays and Indians.
They looked at the uninvited guests standing in the courtyard, and they always felt that something was wrong.
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at them. His fierce gaze immediately made them as weak as cud dogs, and they hurried back home.
"Here, here you go!"
The male host handed it over happily, then rubbed his hands and asked, "Sir, is there anything else you want to order?"
The middle-aged man glanced at the relocation record, which was all in English. After reading it, he turned around and left without saying a word, leaving the male host stunned for a while.
But looking at the ten US dollars, I still kissed him hard: "Nice!"
After walking out of the door, he glanced at the relocation record. The middle-aged man took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. Then he crushed the piece of waste paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
"Kuala Lumpur!"
Three days later.
The night market in Kuala Lumpur is quite good. The population here is over one million, which is about the same as the population of third-tier small cities in China. However, it is the capital of a country after all, and the Petronas Towers are a unique scenery.
Most of the streets are quite charming.
On a chaotic street in Kuala Lumpur, a Chinese restaurant has just opened, but the business is not bad. The aroma wafting out makes the foreigners who are traveling in rush in with their index fingers.
The middle-aged man walked in wearing sunglasses. After scanning for a while, he looked at the kitchen across a wall. The waiter who was busy at this time was a girl. She looked like she was only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was well-behaved, smart, and tall.
Not to mention how beautiful it is, but it is very spiritual.
"What do you want, sir?"
The girl asked in English, which was typical of Chinese education.
"Taro braised pork, crucian carp and mushroom soup, vegetarian three delicacies, a stack of salt and pepper peanuts, and a pot of three-year rice wine."
Typical Jiangnan water town taste.
The girl was surprised: "Sir, are you from China?"
The middle-aged man took off his sunglasses and asked, "Where is your father?"
"ah--"
The girl screamed and stared at the middle-aged man in disbelief: "Zhang, Uncle Zhang!"
A man rushed out of the kitchen and happened to see the middle-aged man. His face suddenly changed, his lips trembled and he was speechless: "You, you..."
"Serve me as I like. Now that I can find you, don't even think about escaping. I'm afraid I'll be cruel if I'm in a bad mood."
The strong man sat down. No one in the store knew what was going on. The foreigners looked at him with interest. There was an Omi ghost who thought the middle-aged strong man was very impressive and praised him.
"Zhang, Zhang Yaozu!"
Another middle-aged woman came out. She exclaimed, and her horrified expression betrayed their fear.
Yes, the person who came was none other than Zhang Bi, the father who ran away, Zhang Yaozu, who was scolded by his grandfather Zhang Sanxian as a thief and a beast!
"Brothers and sisters, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are in good spirits. Come on, I'm hungry. When I meet my old friends and brothers, I should give them some face and cook some decent dishes."
Zhang Yaozu was smiling and speaking calmly, but the more he acted like this, the more nervous and fearful the other party became.
Just as Zhang Yaozu said, they are old friends and old brothers. They know very well who Zhang Yaozu is, he values kindness and despise wealth and silk!
The more nonchalant he is and the more he smiles, it shows that he hates it so much.
Zhang Yaozu hated betrayal the most, and he was also his good friend and brother.
"Patriotic..." The woman looked at the man in charge. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go back to the kitchen and cook!"
The whole family was silent, and the atmosphere was strange. Zhang Yaozu just sat upright, with a cup of hot water in front of the table, steaming...
There was a travel bag at his feet. A skinny Malay man came over to take a look, but Zhang Yaozu grabbed his throat and lifted it up in the air: "anda-ingin-mati?"
"tidak!tidak!please..."
The thin Malay man begged for mercy again and again, but Zhang Yaozu tossed him casually and threw him out. He fell to the ground with a bang, making him scream in pain.
The Malay sentence just now was learned temporarily by Zhang Yaozu. It means: Do you want to die?
About twenty minutes, three dishes, one soup and one pot of wine.
Naturally, the woman was still busy in the kitchen, while the man in charge sat in front of Zhang Yaozu.
Zhang Yaozu pursed his lips: "Get another cup and a pair of chopsticks."
After placing the cup, Zhang Yaozu stood up and filled him with wine: "Light tea and full wine. Lao Wang, it seems that I have always been the one to help you fill the wine?"
"Yes." Wang Aiguo nodded.
"I, Zhang Yaozu, have a bad reputation now. If I go back and kneel to my ancestors, I won't let me in. You know what this means." Zhang Yaozu picked up a peanut and chewed it in his mouth, then drank the rice wine in the cup.
It was clean, "Well, the taste is just so-so. Is it caused by the local Chinese?"
"Yes." Wang Aiguo was very cautious.
After tasting the braised pork, the aroma was overflowing, which immediately made the foreigners next to me salivate. They stared at the table and shouted loudly that they wanted this too.
I tried the vegetarian three delicacies again, and the refreshing feeling was beyond words.
"You and I have been friends since childhood. When I went to Yunnan to serve as a soldier, you gave me a hero pen. Remember?"
"Remember."
Zhang Yaozu took out a pen from his jacket pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it forward: "Give it back to you."
"Old Zhang..."
"We broke off our friendship." Zhang Yaozu said in a muffled voice.
Then he picked up the travel bag and put it on the table: "This is four hundred thousand dollars."
"Old Zhang, you..."
"I feel shameless anyway, so I asked my old comrade-in-arms. He is now a military attache stationed abroad and he has some skills."
Zhang Yaozu took a bite of taro and nodded repeatedly: "It's cooked well."
"Lao Zhang, if you have anything to say, say it directly." Wang Aiguo was very nervous.
Zhang Yaozu nodded: "Okay."
"Wang Aiguo, 400,000 US dollars is the settlement allowance for your wife and daughter. I will buy your life, otherwise I won't be able to sleep! Either I do it myself or you finish it yourself, you choose one."
When Zhang Yaozu looked up, there was only coldness in his eyes, but no kindness or friendship.
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