The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 76 Brother Feng, why is this happening?

Seeing Wu Siwen's large reinforcements arriving successfully, Feng Guohui's heart returned to his stomach. Seeing that it was past 7 o'clock, he was ready to leave.

At this moment

The gate of the Chengnan Lumber Factory opened again, and a carriage and more than a dozen strong men drove in through the gate, and then the gate was closed tightly again.

When these people entered the lumber factory in the south of the city, their expressions changed drastically when they saw the heavily armed soldiers sitting by the pile of wood, holding pieces of meat and big cakes and eating and drinking.

The patriarch of the Hu family, Hu Zhenlei, and the third master, Hu Zhenting, got off the carriage. Their gray beards trembled with shock, and their legs almost gave out and they knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, the man next to him had quick eyes and quick hands and reached out to support him.

"Brother Feng, why is this happening?" Hu Zhenlei, the patriarch's voice trembled when he said this, and his eyes were filled with prayers.

The scene in front of him was too shocking. Nearly 700 officers and soldiers in armor were filled with murderous intent. They were now scattered around the wood pile in the lumber factory, either standing, squatting, or sitting. Drinking soup and eating meat.

From time to time, he would bite the pancake viciously, as if he was tearing the flesh and blood of his enemy.

The muskets of each squad were piled together with the muzzles pointed upward, like piles of neat firewood. The only difference was that they were meant for killing people.

Is this such a big show just for fun?

"I don't know that Mr. Link has just returned home not long ago, but it was just a normal gathering. I haven't heard any bad news about Brother Feng. Are you... are you overreacting?"

If Brother Feng doesn't have enough money, and you and I still have the friendship to help each other, the Hu family will definitely not sit idly by and will do their best to help Nanyang Company tide over the difficulties.

Of course, this is just a judgment now, and in the end, it will have to be combined with the testimony of the captured ghost guy to clear the Hu family's innocence.

Ahem, this...isn't necessary? "

After testing, I was convinced that these two people really didn't know anything.

"Could it be that...Brother Feng has heard some unfavorable rumors? Don't let the villain provoke you. This matter is not trivial. If you take action, it will be difficult to turn back. Please think twice, Brother Feng."

Now the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

"I don't know about this. Is there something fishy about it? Isn't it possible?"

"Brother Hu must have heard about the matter that the Official Committee Council summoned me for consultation, right?"

Feng Guohui saw that Hu Zhenlei's expression was sincere, and it didn't look like he was faking it at all. The third master next to him, Hu Zhenting, was really nodding his head, with no trace of arrogance on his body, and a charming smile on his face.

Feng also received conclusive news that the Peterlins family, together with those white people, will attack our Nanyang Company, and they will also attack your Hu family.

Patriarch Hu Zhenlei's expression finally softened a bit at this time. He glanced at the soldiers sitting nearby eating and drinking, and quickly turned around as if he had been pricked by a needle.

If you make things difficult, you will definitely make things difficult. It's nothing more than making some money.

The best way

That is, the Hu family and the Nanyang Company are stained with the blood of white people. The more, the better. Then there is really no way back.

So he didn't waste any time and said straightforwardly; "Brother Hu, at the lumber factory and Laoying, Nanyang Company has made all preparations and is about to strike hard.

Then, he continued to persuade sincerely;

"Brother Feng, why is this happening?

Feng Guohui was not in a hurry to speak, but looked at the patriarch Hu Zhenlei and the third master Hu Zhenting with a cold face. Seeing the blank expressions on their faces, he said: "Brother Hu, there is an undercurrent in Surabaya City today. I believe that You don’t know nothing, do you?”

Brother, I am often called in for questioning by ghost guys. There are always three or four times a year. I heard that it is some kind of rule over there, called democracy.

"Is that true?"

We and other tribesmen have no choice but to fight.

It was precisely for this reason that I came to make an urgent appointment with Brother Hu.

In this battle, we can distinguish between friends and foes. If we are not friends, we are enemies. Considering that the Hu family and our Nanyang Company have a very close friendship, and they are also members of the Pao Ze tribe with the same blood.

So I hope Brother Hu can help us a lot, and you and I can work together as one to overturn the dark situation in Surabaya City where the ghosts cover the sky with only one hand, and open up a new world for our overseas Chinese.

If you can do what you want, it will be a great achievement.

This is Feng’s long-cherished wish. Wouldn’t it be nice to have Brother Hu accompanying him on the journey? "

Wow what a big fuck!

Hu Zhenlei felt like crying at this moment. You are so daring and sincere, your friendship is so deep, and your blood is so connected. You are clearly trying to drag the Hu family into the sea of ​​​​fire!

The previous cooperation with Nanyang Company was because there was money to be made.

Who knew this money was so easy to make?

They actually wanted to join forces to kill the white colonists. If they had known this earlier, they would have killed the Hu family and they would not have dared to get involved in this mess.

But it's too late to say anything now. The ruthless gang of Nanyang Company are staring at him like hungry wolves, unable to move even half a step away.

With just one look from Feng Guohui, he could rush forward and tear everyone in the Hu family into pieces, leaving no one behind.

The more than a dozen strong guards of the Hu family who followed Hu Zhenlei and Hu Zhenting were usually extremely tough, with eyes high above their heads, and an arrogant look like the boss of heaven and the second child of me. Now look again

All of them were hunched over, trying desperately to hide behind others, trying to hide their roughly 150-60 kilogram weight, like frightened quails.

Surrounded by fierce eyes, how could he still have the usual arrogant look?

Feng Guohui didn't have time to wait for Hu Zhenlei's answer. He walked up to him and patted his shoulder cordially and said, "Brother Hu, I still have important things to do, so I can only take the first step. I believe that Brother Hu will lead the people and Nanyang." The company is fighting side by side, this matter is confidential, and please ask Third Brother and the servants who came with you to stay here to avoid leaking the news."

After saying that, he walked away.

Only the clan leaders Hu Zhenlei and Hu Zhenting were left standing here blankly, staring at each other with big eyes.

You looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at the densely packed and fully armed soldiers around you. A chill rose from your heels to the back of your spine...

Municipal Assembly on the side of the central square of Surabaya City

Since dawn, many carriages have been arriving here one after another, and there is an endless stream of white gentlemen wearing light-colored suits and holding canes.

Today is the day when the official council holds a question. In addition to the city councilors, there are many spectator seats. It is also a public gathering that the local white colonists are keen on.

They liked to challenge the wealthy Chinese businessmen on such occasions. Seeing their embarrassed faces with their heads lowered and wiping sweat could fully satisfy the white colonists' superiority mentality.

Laughing, ridiculing, looking down from above, it's like watching a yellow-skinned monkey show in a zoo, it's so interesting.

What's more, today is extraordinary and there are more exciting and exciting programs, which of course you shouldn't miss.

At 8:30 am

More than 130 white gentlemen have gathered in the Municipal Council. They are scattered around casually chatting and passing the boring time before the official program begins.

Parliamentary questioning usually officially starts at nine o'clock. The wealthy Chinese businessmen who are usually questioned will arrive early and stand in the corner of the parliamentary room with their hands tied, as if they are prisoners waiting for trial, allowing themselves to be ridiculed.

Today is different. That damn Nanyang Company boss hasn't arrived yet, leaving so many white gentlemen waiting. Many of them are already full of resentment.

The words revealed a cruel and vicious tone.

Most of them were talking about how to distribute the large amounts of property owned by Nanyang Company after killing it.

Some white people are interested in the port, some are interested in the new trade route in the south, some are interested in Yanwang City or Tianjia Town, some are interested in the Lando Mountain Mine, and some are even interested in Feng Guohui's woman.

You don’t know if you don’t talk about it, but after talking about it, you realize that Nanyang Company has so many good things.

Invisibly, this aroused the greed of many white colonists, and their eyes became more and more fiery.

Link von Biedrins's carriage arrived at the Parliament at 8:30. When he got off the car and looked around at everyone, he found that the main people who were questioned today, Feng Guohui, Zheng Xiucai, Hu Laohu and others, had not arrived yet, and their faces were expressionless. It suddenly became dark.

"What's going on with these damn yellow-skinned monkeys? Go and hurry up immediately. I want to see his people standing here within 15 minutes. Otherwise, the official council will declare the Nanyang Company to be an illegal organization and must be banned."

Link von Biedrins' words drew a round of applause, and many white gentlemen cursed in unison, using vulgar language.

Don't really think of these descendants of Dutch colonists as gentlemen. Less than half of them can't read a word and are just rough and brutal farmers.

The difference is that in the colonies they could dominate and bully the weak Chinese and indigenous people at will.

not long after

A line of three carriages came one behind the other, the waving flags showing the identity of the Nanyang Company, and this caused the white gentlemen in the Parliament to curse loudly.

"Damn it... I can afford to use a horse-drawn carriage. It's as noble as I am still using a big mule to pull a horse. I should be damned a thousand times just for this one thing."

"It's really abominable. How much wealth have these dirty damn yellow-skinned monkeys stolen? That all belongs to us."

"Go to hell, these cockroaches, I can't wait to blow their heads off and take possession of his beautiful woman..."

"Yes, I heard it's really beautiful. Let's play together. I want to fuck that bitch to death."

"Wow...then what are you waiting for?"

At this moment, many white people came to the door of the Municipal Council. Some people opened their suits, revealing the revolvers at their waists, and some people squeezed out directly holding muskets.

The place was in a mess, almost like a vegetable market.

Link Von Biedrins was surrounded by the crowd and squeezed out. This was not the scene he had imagined, and he was also a little out of control.

His plan was to lure Nanyang Company's leading figures like Feng Guohui into the parliament, humiliate them, then deal with them, and then collect Nanyang Company's properties one by one.

In the subsequent distribution, with the huge influence of the Petrins family in Surabaya City, they will certainly get the most lucrative part, there is no doubt about this.

this moment

Link von Biederings regretted not speaking clearly. At the party, he only said that he wanted to kill Feng Guohui and Nanyang Company, and then he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of everyone...

There is really no specific step plan.

After all, they were just white plantation owners who were very good at bullying the indigenous and Chinese laborers on the estate. That was their profession.

As for arranging troops to fight, vertical and horizontal strategies are obviously beyond the scope. Isn't that deliberately making things difficult for others?

(End of this chapter)