Infinite Movie World

Chapter 30 Dirty Heart
Lin Shirong frowned, "Brother, what bird language is this fake foreigner speaking?"

Xufeng smiled and said, "He told you to get out."

"What?" Lin Shirong was furious, clenched his fists, and rushed up to the comprador of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking for death——"

The eighty-pound stone plate in front of him was kicked away by him!

The comprador suddenly turned pale with fright, and hurriedly went to get the firearm on the table.

Xufeng approached with a crane-shaped movement, and at the same time took out the ivory short-handled firearm that had been prepared long ago.

As soon as the comprador raised his head, his forehead was pressed against the firearm.

"Big, big brother, forgive me..."

The comprador knew that he had encountered a hard problem this time, so he quickly threw away the firearm and raised his hand like a bastard.

Lin Shirong rushed up, "Junior Brother Afeng, you should hurry up!"

His fan-like palm was hanging in the air, but he didn't rush to lower it, "Junior Brother Afeng, can I hit now?"

Xufeng said quickly: "Brother Shirong, please be safe and don't be impatient, wait until I finish asking questions."

"Okay!" Lin Shirong grabbed the comprador by the collar, easily lifted him out from behind the desk, and threw him heavily on the ground.

The comprador screamed and collapsed on the ground, not daring to move.

"Forgive me, you two heroes. You want money, right? But the money is not mine, it's all Master Jishan's. If you rob Master Jishan of his money, Master Jishan will definitely not let you go!"

On the surface, he was begging for mercy, but in fact he brought out Jishan's background to scare Xufeng.

Jishan is the naval commander of the country of Melican, and the steel warship docked offshore is Jishan's ship.

Xufeng squatted down, pointed a firearm at the comprador's face, and said disappointedly: "Look at you, are you still a Tang? Don't you feel ashamed? Your motherland is being bullied by these foreigners. You don't think Shame, still go to treat them as a dog and help them deceive their compatriots?"

The comprador swallowed, and said palely: "I, I didn't... I did it for the good of Tang people."

Xufeng sighed, "It seems that people like you who have forgotten their ancestors can't be too polite. Brother Shirong, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Lin Shirong grinned, "Finally we can do it!"

As he said that, Lin Shirong slapped the comprador on the face with such great force that he flew the comprador fan up, his body turned 360 degrees in the air, and then he hit the ground heavily and passed out.

Xufeng quickly breathed out, "Fortunately, I still have breath."

Lin Shirong scratched his head, and said with embarrassment: "Isn't this guy too slapped? I just slapped him lightly."

Xufeng picked up a pot of herbal tea from the desk and splashed it on the comprador's face, the comprador's body trembled and he regained consciousness.

But he deliberately closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

Xufeng frowned, and said loudly: "Senior brother, there is not enough herbal tea, why don't we wake him up with urine?"

Lin Shirong was really very happy, and immediately untied his belt.

The comprador hurriedly opened his eyes and shouted: "Wake up! Wake up! I'm awake!"

"I'll serve you!" Lin Shirong fastened his belt resentfully.

Xufeng yelled at the comprador in a cold voice: "If you don't tell the truth, it will be more than just a slap in the face. Tell me, what happened to Jinshan?"

"I, I said..." The comprador said with a bitter face: "There is no gold mountain in this world at all! The foreign masters in Melican country are not hardworking enough and don't want to reclaim the land they robbed by themselves. They heard that I am from Tang Dynasty. They are all hard-working, so they used Jinshan as a bait to trick the Tang people into signing a labor agreement, and went to Mlican to repair the railway and build the city. The labor agreement is for life, and there is no pay...you have to work until you die! "

"Damn it!" Lin Shirong's casserole-like fists clenched his veins, and his bones all rattled.

The comprador subconsciously hid behind Xufeng.

Xufeng asked again in a cold voice: "Three years ago, did you cheat a group of laborers in Yangjiang?"

"Three years ago... Yes." The comprador replied cautiously.

"Is there a man named Ding Dazhi over there?"

"This..." the comprador said with a puzzled face, "There are not five hundred or three hundred Chinese laborers contracted every year. How can I remember this?"

Xufeng asked in a deep voice: "You signed a contract with them, so there should be a contract file, right? Find out Ding Dazhi's contract file, and I will let you go."

The comprador said with a mournful face: "How can there be any files? As long as the laborers board the ship of Jishan, they will be chained, locked in the bilge, given a meal in two days, and sailing on the sea for more than a month. For Jinshan, two or three out of ten..."

He took a breath, and said cautiously: "Even if Ding Dazhi survived this test, after arriving at Jinshan, he would have to keep building roads and digging mines... No laborer from Tang Dynasty can survive for three years! That’s why, Jishan’s boats are always deceiving people to go to Jinshan, but no laborer from Tang Dynasty has ever come back alive.”

It seems that Ding Dazhi is dead.

Xufeng was mentally prepared for this, but still couldn't help but get angry.

He grabbed the comprador by the collar and shouted angrily: "You know this, but you just watched your compatriots being murdered? Where is your conscience!"

"His conscience has been eaten by dogs!" Lin Shirong's eyes were about to burst into flames, "Bah! I was wrong, dogs won't eat his dirty heart! Brother Afeng, get out of the way, I'm going to kill him!"

The comprador was so frightened that he lost his mind, he knelt down and begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, man! I'll do whatever you want!"

Xufeng raised his hand to stop Lin Shirong, and said to the comprador in a deep voice: "Okay, I don't have to kill you, but you have to go out, stand on the stage, and tell the full story of Jinshan's deception."

The comprador looked startled and froze in place.

"Hero, Master Yang will not let me go, they will kill me."

Xufeng sneered and said, "Master Yang's firearm can kill you, and my brother's iron fist can kill you. You have deceived so many compatriots. I will give you a chance to apologize. You can choose one of the two."

Lin Shirong was gearing up and getting ready.

You covered your head in pain, "I, I listen to you."

"You still have a bit of conscience." Xufeng said coldly.

Lin Shirong picked up the comprador, "Let's go!"

Under the hostage of Lin Shirong and Xufeng, the comprador walked out of the room weakly and walked onto the stage.

On the color stage, another comprador was holding up a tin horn to promote it vigorously. When he saw his companion being helped up by two strangers, he was stunned.

"Hey, isn't that Lin Shirong?"

The young people in the audience also stretched their necks, their faces full of curiosity.

Lin Shirong snatched the tin horn with his hands, and shouted in his thunderous voice, "Brothers—"

All the people below were silent, quietly waiting for Lin Shirong to speak.

Lin Shirong paused for a while, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Then what, I can't explain clearly, next, my third junior brother, Afeng, will tell you!"

After speaking, he handed the tin microphone to Xufeng.

The people below almost fainted.

If Lin Shirong hit ten of them, he wouldn't even frown, but if he was asked to speak in front of so many people, his brain would become a mess.

(End of this chapter)