Infinite Movie World

Chapter 29 Comprador 【Tickets on Monday】

Yan Zhendong didn't give Lei Pengfei any chance to beg for mercy, he turned over and dodged behind Lei Pengfei, grabbed Lei Pengfei's shiny whip, and pulled Lei Pengfei back forcefully.

Lei Pengfei let out a cry of pain, and hastily cut off his own whip with a guillotine technique, then took advantage of the momentum and quickly turned around and slashed, all the knives were aimed at Yan Zhendong's heart!
Yan Zhendong resisted Lei Pengfei's fierce slash, and kicked Lei Pengfei's waist and eyes.

The big move that Lei Pengfei was most proud of was broken easily like this!

Lei Pengfei staggered a few steps, as if he wanted to escape from the ring, how could Yan Zhendong give him this chance?
Yan Zhendong immediately chased after him, and hit Lei Pengfei's back with a move of Eagle Claw.

Lei Pengfei suddenly leaned back, and with one move, the Yue family's treasure knife cut Yan Zhendong's lower body at a strange angle!
Yan Zhendong exclaimed, and while dodging, the eagle claw in his right hand fiercely grabbed Lei Pengfei's exposed throat.

Yue Jiabao's knife pierced through Yan Zhendong's clothes, but still did not hurt Yan Zhendong, while Yan Zhendong grabbed Lei Pengfei's throat and squeezed it hard.

Click!

Lei Pengfei straightened his body and fell straight to the floor.

A bloody arrow shot out from his throat, like a fountain!

Dead!

Everyone in the arena exclaimed.

"Master! Master!"

The disciples of Loyalty Hall cried and rushed to the ring, and left with Lei Pengfei's body in their arms.

Yan Zhendong shook off the blood on his hands, cupped his hands under the ring without changing his expression, and said, "Fellow folks, I was forced to fight back, and everyone is a witness! Both Master Lei and I have put up life and death certificates. My life, so I don’t count as a murderer! From now on, I, Lei Zhendong, will open a museum in Fushan to teach apprentices, and I ask all the folks to support me a lot!”

The people watching below shook their heads in astonishment, pointing and leaving.

Yan Zhendong frowned suddenly, and a puzzled expression appeared on his calm face.

It stands to reason that his martial arts are so strong, winning is considered "righteous", and he should be admired by all people, but the people of Fushan did not show any intention of liking him.

Is it because he is a foreigner?
Yan Zhendong couldn't help clenching his bloody fist.

At this time, a man dressed as a clerk climbed onto the ring cautiously, cupped his hands and fisted at Yan Zhendong, "Master Yan, my name is Liang Kuan, I, I want to worship you as my teacher."

Beam wide...

Xufeng, who was about to leave with Lin Shirong, heard the voice, frowning and stopped.

I think back then, when I first entered this world, I went to Baozhilin with Liang Kuan to study as a teacher. As a result, Liang Kuan was too impetuous and was accepted by Huang Feihong.

Unexpectedly, Liang Kuan came here again.

Yan Zhendong on the ring glanced at Liang Kuan, "Fushan, you are the only one who wants to worship me as a teacher? Then what kind of martial arts school do I open?"

Seeing that Yan Zhendong was about to leave, Liang Kuan quickly chased after him, and said in a low voice, "Master Yan, do you know why this happened?"

Yan Zhendong frowned, "Why?"

"Because in the eyes of Fushan people, Lei Pengfei of Loyalty Hall is nothing at all. In Fushan, Huang Feihong is the real master!"

"Huang Feihong..." Yan Zhendong took a deep breath and looked into the distance.

Under the arena, Lin Shirong had already gone a long way, but when he turned around and found that Xufeng hadn't followed, he quickly turned back.

"Afeng, the arena is over, and the road ahead is clear, we should go."

"Okay, brother." Xufeng looked away from Liang Kuan, and followed Lin Shirong to the pier.

After walking for another ten minutes, they arrived at the pier.

In the sea outside the pier, there are two large steel ships docked, one with the English flag and the other with the Mlican flag.

In the obvious position of the pier, there is a colorful platform with the pattern of Jinshan painted on it.

There are many young and middle-aged people under the colorful platform, and above the colorful platform stands a Chinese comprador in suit and leather shoes.

The comprador was about thirty years old, with braids cut off, shoulder-length hair, and a black top hat on his head. He looked nondescript and quite funny.

With a civilized staff in one hand and a tin horn in the other, he was loudly promoting the beautiful scenes of Jinshan.

The handle of his civilized rod looks like it was made of gold, which is particularly dazzling in this era of poverty and hunger.

"...No one dares to bully us while sitting on the big steamer of Mr. Yang! When you reach Jinshan, throw your arms and dig hard. You can dig as much gold as you have skills!"

A young man at the bottom eagerly asked, "Are all the gold we dug up our own?"

The comprador grinned, "Of course!"

The young man asked suspiciously: "What is the foreigner planning?"

"Yup!"

"Master Yang didn't dig it himself, so he gave us all the gold?"

The young people below shook their heads.

The comprador laughed, "Of course all the gold belongs to you, but you still have to pay for eating, drinking, and sleeping, as well as the round-trip travel expenses! In short, if you calculate everything, it is equivalent to taking the gold you dug and Master Yang will share equally!"

"Equally divided?"

"It's reasonable to dig gold on other people's land, and they still care about us eating, drinking, and sleeping, as well as round-trip fares."

"This business is okay! While we are young and have good physical strength, we can dig for seven or eight years, and when we come back, we will be able to glorify our ancestors!"

"However, the signing fee of ten yuan for Long Yang is a bit expensive."

"They are all planning to make a fortune. How can you not even give up ten yuan? I'll sign up!" one of the young people raised his hand and said.

The comprador on the stage grinned and said, "Okay, you go to the backstage room to pay the money and pledge—who else? The opportunity is rare, and the number of places is limited! Mr. Yang's boat can't take too many people!"

When the young men who were still hesitating heard this, they immediately raised their hands enthusiastically.

The comprador smiled proudly: "Okay, everyone is lined up! Go inside and pay the money!"

Lin Shirong clenched his fists and said, "Afeng, I want to go up and grab that comprador and expose his scam!"

Xufeng shook his head, "Senior brother, please don't be impulsive. Our purpose is to find out the whereabouts of Ding Dazhi. There are so many people outside that it is not suitable to do it. Let's go in first."

Lin Shirong sighed, "Okay, listen to Afeng."

The two of them lined up in a long line, following the young people, moving in step by step.

"Next!"

More than half an hour later, it was Xufeng and Lin Shirong's turn.

The two pushed the door open, Xufeng gave Lin Shirong a wink, Lin Shirong immediately stood behind the door and guarded it.

There is not much room to stay in the house, and there is a stone plate weighing [-] kg in the middle, and a large number of signed labor contracts in English are scattered on the floor.

On the desk by the window, a Chinese comprador wearing glasses was sitting there, with a bulging money bag on his left and a short-handled firearm on his right.

The Tang comprador raised his head and shouted arrogantly: "Who told you to come in together? Get.out!"

(End of this chapter)