Seeing Zhou Dapeng having the courage to interrupt, Situ Meitang's brows furrowed.
Zhou Dapeng is not from Hongmen, he is just the nephew of a steward of Hip Sheng Hall. He was originally not qualified to enter here and work as a servant for the two big guys. It’s just that Liu Lang is very interested in this new little brother he met in the boxing gym.
He was so impressed that he was specially pulled over at the banquet table to toast Situ Meitang. This was a treatment that none of the stewards at Hip Sing Tang received.
Therefore, Zhou Dapeng, who is new to the big boss's eyes, is qualified to enter here and pour tea for these two people.
However, Situ Meitang never thought that when he and Liu Lang were discussing important matters, Zhou Dapeng would interfere. This was a big taboo for a gang that paid special attention to seniority.
Seeing that Boss Situ's face suddenly turned ugly, Zhou Dapeng, who intervened in desperation, also knew that he had gotten into trouble, and his face suddenly turned pale. In the United States, the government is the boss, but in the Chinese community who work together to survive in foreign countries, Hongmen
But he is the boss who does his duty, and even speaks more effectively than the US government. If he offends the boss, the consequences...
However, Liu Lang smiled slightly and said, "Dapeng, if you have any ideas, please let me and Master Situ listen. Maybe it can give us some new inspiration."
The reason why Liu Lang was very fond of Zhou Dapeng, the first young man he came into contact with in Chinatown, was not because he admired him so much, but because Liu Lang saw in him many good qualities that a Chinese young man should have. He was cheerful.
, passionate, simple-minded, but full of nostalgia for his hometown. It can be said that Liu Lang saw in him his youthful self in time and space.
The fate between people is so wonderful. Some people may not be friends for a lifetime, but some people can become close friends with just one glance.
On yesterday night, Zhou Dapeng met his idol Liu Tuanzuo, and Liu Tuanzuo also met this fellow from a foreign country whom he admired very much but who brought him even greater surprises.
Although he just wanted to help this young fellow who spoke rashly to help the Hongmen boss who pays great attention to the rules of the world.
"I just heard the door owner and Brother Liu chatting for a long time. Maybe they were worried about what form to donate to China's anti-Japanese war. Dapeng thought that donating money or ordnance materials was not the best way." Zhou Dapeng said firmly.
He said calmly and tried his best to stay calm.
"Eh? That's okay, kid! We haven't even said no yet, but you gave us a no first. Okay, you can say it boldly. With your brother Liu here, I won't blame you today even if it's nonsense. But in the future,
Don’t ever think about coming in to Hongmen again.” Situ Meitang raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhou Dapeng, reached out and picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The meaning is obvious, you want to get a position? OK. But you have to have something practical, otherwise, you won't be able to get a position in the future.
Looking at Liu Lang who was looking at him with an encouraging smile, Zhou Dapeng mustered up his courage and continued: "I think China is the hometown of you and our ancestors, who were born and raised in the United States.
The hometown of young people. Although I don’t quite understand what hometown is, I know that it is the place where all our Chinese ancestors lived. My hometown is in China, not the United States. I have known this since I was very young, because most of
Americans have never regarded us as Americans. Here, although many of us work very hard, we still can't make much money, and all the money is lost to the Americans.
My grandfather said that China is very poor, but he still wants to be buried there after his death, because there are his father, mother, and brothers and sisters there. Although I have never gone back because it is too far away, but I know that we cannot
Lose it, otherwise when Americans look at us Chinese again, we are a group of people who don’t even have a hometown, and they will bully us even more. We have to defend it..."
"What do you mean?" Situ Meitang's thick eyebrows popped up, his face full of surprise.
Although what young Zhou Dapeng said was both emotional and reasonable, it was no longer his fault that Situ Meitang, who cared about his homeland, couldn't help but feel happy because he had rashly interrupted. But what surprised him the most was the young Zhou Dapeng.
In the last sentence, he clearly meant...
"Yes, Master, I hope to return to China to join the war. I believe that my partners will not refuse. I hope to work with Commander Liu and his brothers to use our guns to tell the Japanese that this place belongs to the Chinese.
Get your territory back here." Zhou Dapeng's face turned red and he finally expressed his ambition.
"Hiss~~~~~" Liu Lang couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
This little brother is so eloquent that he can't stop talking! No wonder he said that donating materials and so on would not work. He spent a long time preparing to gather a team and return to China to fight against the Japanese in person. What is this? Foreign Legion Volunteers.
?
"Silly boy, China is not short of people. What it is short of is money and equipment. You young people not only have not received any formal military training, but you also have no idea what China is like. You speak with a Western accent.
If you go, it will only cause trouble for the Chinese government. This idea is too whimsical and will not work." Situ Meitang shook his head and sighed, rejecting Zhou Dapeng's enthusiasm.
"No, Master, you misunderstood me. China does not lack the army, but as far as I know, they lack the air force." Zhou Dapeng was very stubborn.
"Huh? Dapeng, let me tell you." When Liu Lang heard about the air force, he suddenly became interested.
"Hey, Brother Liu, do you know what I, Zhou Dapeng, really do?" Zhou Dapeng's face showed a hint of pride. "I am the best pesticide spreader on the farms around San Francisco. I fly a plane to spread the pesticides!"
"Is it possible that American farms have started to use airplanes to spread pesticides?" Liu Lang was stunned for a moment, marveling at the modernization of American agriculture.
This was in the 1930s. When did the Republic start spraying pesticides from airplanes?
"Of course, I am an official pilot with a flight record of 700 hours. How about it? Brother Liu, I am awesome!" Zhou Dapeng said proudly like a little rooster, puffing up his chest.
"Niu" Liu Lang gave a thumbs up to this "little brother" who was actually three years older than him now.
Even if a flight record of 700 hours is nothing after 80 years, if you want to actually enter the air force and serve in the air force after 80 years, most countries in the world basically require pilots to train and fly for more than 1,000 hours. But here.
In this era, with a flight record of 700 hours, he is definitely considered an old pilot.
When the World War broke out, whether it was the Allies or the Third Reich, pilots who went to the front line were required to have a flight record of more than 500 hours in the early stage. In the later stage, a large number of pilots were lost, and pilots who had flown for 100 hours could already enter the battlefield.
Already.
"But you alone can't do it! What China lacks is an aviation force, not a pilot." Situ Meitang laughed dumbly and shook his head.
In the old man's opinion, this is just an unrealistic dream of a passionate young man.
"Master, I can recruit more than a dozen Chinese agricultural aircraft pilots who were trained in the same batch as me. Although many of them are no longer doing this job, I believe they will fly into the sky again and agree to fly with me.
We went to China to fight side by side with our compatriots. There are also many American young people who have lost their jobs because of the losses on their farms. They need work. We hire them with high salaries, far exceeding the salaries in the United States. Please help them.
China regards defeating invaders as a highly dangerous job. However, the aircraft used by the aviation force, the equipment, supplies and salaries of the personnel do not need to be paid by the Chinese government. They are paid for from the donations we raise. The Chinese government only needs to give us
Just give us a place and guide us to fight." Zhou Dapeng continued confidently.
Obviously, this idea was not a temporary idea, at least it had been in his mind for a long time.
Liu Lang and Situ Meitang looked at each other.
I have to say that Zhou Dapeng's statement made both of them a little excited.
It would be pie in the sky for China, which lacks aircraft pilots, to have a well-trained aviation force in vain. In the past, the American Flying Tigers came to China with the acquiescence of the US government.
Chinese, similar to the existence of mercenaries.
Now that there is a Chinese aviation mercenary force with a stronger sense of belonging to China, Liu Lang believes that no one in the world can refuse this temptation.