The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 3 Sincerity
  waited a while
  The tall and thin Mr. Mills finally came. Holding a heavy bag in his hand, he opened the door and walked in.

He noticed that the rude sailor who had just woken up next to the table was rubbing his head and moaning, so he looked at Feng Guohui with questioning eyes.

"Did you do it?"

"It was indeed an unpleasant episode. Fortunately, the problem has been solved now. Let's talk about important things."

"You know, Qing people, these three people are all crew members on the "Miss Peggy", and one of them is Boatswain Ferguson, who is my companion."

"Then I can only express my regret. Don't call me a Qingguo. You can call me Mr. Feng, okay?"

"I'm sorry! Mr. Feng, it seems that our deal can only be done. I will not have any deal with a thug who beats his companions. This is my principle of dealing with things."

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch it..." Feng Guohui ignored him and suddenly said coldly.

At this moment, the rude and strong man who was lying on the ground and had just woken up touched the blood dripping from his nostrils. He was immediately aroused and reached out to touch the revolver bag at his waist.

This made the atmosphere in the tavern tense instantly. Several people stood up from their seats and hid aside.

Ferguson, who was lying on the ground, sat up and cursed, his eyes flashing with hatred, and he kicked his companions awake one by one. Then he took out a small leather bag containing black powder and filled the revolver with powder, cursing while filling the gun;
  "Damn yellow-skinned monkey, I will make a hole in your head without hesitation. This is something I am very good at. I have killed you trash more than once..."

Mills glanced at Feng Guohui with an ugly expression, but said nothing to persuade him.

In his mind, these Chinese people were just dying. If it could relieve Ferguson, it would be worth it.

The weird thing is

Feng Guohui did not make any moves, but watched with interest as Ferguson filled all six chambers of the revolver in his hand with gunpowder, took out six steel balls and put them into the chambers to compact them one by one, and then closed the revolver. stand up.

Just when Ferguson was about to raise the muzzle of his gun, Feng Guohui suddenly moved, and he waved his hand fiercely before he could react.

I saw a flash of cold light, and a willow leaf flying knife penetrated Ferguson's palm and pierced deeply.

"what……"

Ferguson let out a shrill scream, and the revolver in his hand fell to the ground. He held his right hand with his left hand and wailed, looking at Feng Guohui in horror.

Feng Guohui walked over and picked up the revolver on the ground, then took off the belt from Ferguson's waist, put them all on the counter, and said with a somewhat helpless expression;
  "Mr. Doug, I'm sorry it happened like this.

Some people always want to make things bigger, and apparently that was the case with Ferguson and the crew of the Miss Paige.

They are short-tempered and always want to put a hole in other people's heads.

Just like this Mr. Mills, I am afraid he has similar thoughts, which is really puzzling. "

"You will regret it, Mr. Feng. We are British sailors and are protected by the Royal Navy across the seven seas. You have caused big trouble." Mills threatened.

Feng Guohui nodded in approval and said;

"Hmm...yes, it is indeed a bit troublesome.

We are the long-haired remnants who escaped from the mainland of China. We are used to seeing life and death. Each of us is a survivor crawling out from the pile of dead.

We exiles who are not afraid of life and death would like to ask Mr. Mills, what are you threatening us with? "

If you don't want to control the situation, you don't want to cause too much trouble. Feng Guohui only used 30% of his fist power, and now there are three dead people lying on the ground.

As soon as he said these words, Mills's face immediately changed. The people around him and even Ferguson turned pale.

Everyone knows about the Changmao turmoil in mainland China. The Qing court also hired many foreign gun teams to suppress it. This was an unprecedented turmoil that killed and injured more than millions of people. The war spread to half of the southeastern China.

Almost everyone among the Westerners living in Nanyang was aware of this unprecedented disaster and was quite wary of the long-haired bandits.

Seeing Feng Guohui's unabashed murderous intent, everyone present was frightened.

If you encounter a more ruthless character who is desperate for your life, shouldn't you just give in?

In the final analysis, Mills is just a drunkard and a crew member, not a real outlaw.

He swallowed nervously, forced a smile on his face and said, "Listen, man, we have no intention of going against you, and we don't want to hurt anyone. This is all a misunderstanding. This little trouble can be solved completely, as long as Need a little sincerity.” ˆ ˆ ˆ “A little sincerity?”

"Yes, yes, just like these good things I brought, three complete sets of 0-inch M44 revolvers with complete accessories, 1847 rounds of ammunition and 120 bags of black powder, worth 6 pounds, now they belong to is you."

Mills put the canvas bag he brought on the counter and pushed it forward to show his sincerity.

This was what he originally planned to trade with Feng Guohui. They agreed on two small yellow croakers. Gold is also a hard currency in today's world.

If you do this now, you can only give it away as sincerity.

Feng Guohui pulled the canvas bag, opened it and took a look.

Indeed, as Mills said, inside the bag were three 0.44-inch-caliber Colt revolvers. These are weapons used by the U.S. government to equip the military and police on a large scale. They are also the most advanced revolvers today.

Pull the trigger, fire a bullet, and the reliability and firepower density are quite good.

"Mr. Mills, does your sincerity include them?" Feng Guohui pursed his lips to indicate whether the three of Ferguson were included.

Mills' face stiffened, and he cursed the Chinese man for being too greedy, but the worry in his heart subsided.

There was also a hint of excitement.

As long as they are greedy for money, as long as they rescue the three Fergusons from this murderous murderer, I believe the captain and his companions will be grateful.

Mills took off the velvet money bag from his waist and threw it on the counter. There was a pleasant sound of coins hitting, he pushed forward silently and said;
  "That's it. Let's get out of here safely. Even if this matter is over, the money... will be yours."

"You know, I don't like trouble, and I don't like people looking for trouble, so I usually nip danger in the bud." Feng Guohui's words made the people around him pale, including Mills and Ferguson.

Unexpectedly, Feng Guohui turned around and said;
  "But Mr. Mills came forward and was so sincere. If you can guarantee that this matter will end here, I can agree.

Just please remember one thing

It’s not because I’m afraid of the British’s prestige, or because I like money. It’s just that I like to make friends, and I appreciate Mr. Mills’s principles of doing things, which is rare.

I need Mr. Ferguson to assure me face to face that this is over. "

After saying that, he looked at Ferguson coldly with his sharp eyes, and his murderous intent was released without concealment.

At this moment, Ferguson's face was filled with tears of pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Hearing that Feng Guohui's words still had room for euphemism, he felt as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He nodded quickly and said tremblingly while enduring the pain;

"Oh... God, I swear to God that this matter will end here, otherwise my soul will fall into hell forever. I can make compensation. I still have 35 pounds and 7 shillings on me. Please forgive me."

Feng Guohui's eyes lit up after hearing his words. He didn't expect this British guy to be so rich and a real fat sheep.

"Since you are so insistent, I will reluctantly accept it."

The purchasing power of the pound is extremely strong. This amount of money is equivalent to seven small yellow croakers. Only a fool would not want it.

He watched as Mills helped Ferguson and others leave in embarrassment, without even taking the velvet money bag on the wine cabinet. He held the thick roll of money he had just received in his hand, feeling very happy.

Done, I got the thing and made a lot of money.

After putting the money on his body, Feng Guohui tied the two bags together and placed them directly on his left shoulder. This leaves both hands free to respond to possible attacks at any time.

"Goodbye Mr. Doug, I hope you can be more friendly when you come next time." Feng Guohui said with a smile. He looked at the stiff-faced Doug and gave another serious persuasion, saying;
  "Listen to my advice and open your business to make money. I have to find a place to hide for a while until "Miss Peggy" is gone. I can't trust these British guys."

After saying that, he left calmly.

Doug, the tavern owner, was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils and he was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger.

After he left, he started to dig hard at the broken silver embedded in the counter, but he still couldn't shake it.

This made Doug's expression become more solemn. People who wear shoes are afraid of bare feet. It is not a good idea to offend such a vicious person who comes and goes without a trace.

(End of this chapter)