The best feng shui master

Chapter 820
Chen Yi and He Qingqing got off the boat and stepped on the soft silver-white sand. Suddenly, seven or eight people came out of the island, holding forks and carrying guns, and surrounded them together.

These people include men and women, old and young, tall and short, but all of them are poorly dressed, have sallow skin, and are thin. It seems that their lives are not very good.

However, the guns in their hands are quite good, two AK47s, the handles of the guns are polished smooth and shiny, the level of the guns can enter the museum, I don’t know if they can still be fired, and there is a model that Chen Yi can’t recognize. pistol.

Except for these three people, the rest of them were holding cold weapons, crude daggers, rusty long knives, and a welded harpoon carried by an old man with a gray beard, just like ghosts entering the village. Chao Chen Yi is pressing hard every step of the way!
"*&...%￥"

As soon as a few people gathered around, there was a series of yelling, Chen Yi's head was as big as a bucket, what the hell, he couldn't feel it when he was in China, and once he went abroad, foreign languages ​​were really a necessity.

Seeing that he was frowning and not speaking, the other party yelled again. At the same time, two old AKs were pulled and loaded, the safety was opened, and the shoulders were aimed. A shuttle!

Chen Yi sneered again and again, kicked his feet, and raised a large handful of sand, fascinating the eyes of several people. At this moment, the gunshot rang out, and hot flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and each shot was burned in the barrel. The red bullets sprayed towards Chen Yi like raindrops.

Chen Yi's smile was even colder, with a gloomy look on his face. He moved his feet, dodged left and right, and calmly passed through the firepower net formed by tongues of flame. He grabbed two spears with each hand, and slammed them hard. Pull it, and it will change hands.

And the guy with the pistol, probably very timid, didn't prepare to shoot until this time, but before the trigger was pulled, he was kicked sideways by Chen Yi and flew out, lying on the beach a few meters away, Motionless, apparently passed out.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a black steel fork stretched out in front of Chen Yi, as fast as lightning, and the fork tip shone with sharp light, stabbing straight at Chen Yi's throat.

Rao is Chen Yi's profound practice, he often wanders on the edge of life and death, but he also breaks out in a cold sweat, this fork is so sinister!

Taking advantage of his self-satisfaction, he easily solved the gap between the three gunmen. This most inconspicuous old guy, hiding behind the crowd, suddenly cast a cold hand, with a harpoon like lightning. Capsize in the gutter!
Fortunately, Chen Yi's big boat couldn't fit in the gutter. Just when the steel fork was about to approach his throat, he turned sideways suddenly, let it go, and then grabbed it, shaking his wrist violently, and the steel fork hit him in the opposite direction. chest.

"Wow!"

The old man's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out!

"boom!"

The harpoon came out of the old man's hand, and Chen Yi whipped him out with a stick like a dead fish.

"...&*%"

"Thieves, An dare to hurt me..., ouch..."

Chen Yi was so annoyed that he didn't care what they were yelling at all. He held the steel harpoon in his hand, just like the Fenghuo stick in Shaolin Temple. fly out.

Seeing them lying on the ground one by one, moaning and screaming, in unbearable pain, Chen Yi spat bitterly, and said: "Your uncle, that is, I am in a good mood today, so keep your hands, or you will be beaten to death, mother!" of!"

That fork just now was really insidious, if it was replaced by another person, he would definitely die!
After cleaning up these people, He Qingqing came to her senses, took a step forward, grabbed Chen Yi's arm, and said, "He, they, seem to be Chinese!"

"Chinese?"

Chen Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then said disdainfully: "Stop joking, how could it be possible, what were they yelling just now, if it was in Chinese, how could I possibly listen..."

Suddenly, he froze, and vaguely remembered that just now, there seemed to be a person who was shouting something like "Po Thief", "An Gan", etc. Although the tone was weird, he could still vaguely hear it, as if it was Chinese.

"You, who are you all!"

At this moment, the old man who was kicked away by Chen Yi was lying on the ground, whining, as if he was full of grievances.

Whoops!

Really Chinese!
Chen Yi was completely stunned. Since he was Chinese, he didn't use Chinese just now, so why did he have to scream?
The two of them were puzzled, and those who fell on the ground were also full of question marks. The old man struggled to get up, pointed at Chen Yi's nose, and cursed: "You young man who wants to die, you are good!" Chinese, pretending to be an Indian, what a big misunderstanding, the bones of the old man were almost broken by you!"

Chen Yi was full of black lines on his forehead, and didn't know what to say. He Qingqing quickly smoothed things over and helped the old guy up. The others were not seriously injured. Before He Qingqing went to help him, he got up on his own and surrounded Chen Yi, chattering for a while. Screaming and whining.

At this time, Chen Yi finally understood, what a big oolong! .

The source of the misunderstanding was the yacht he rented. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now after being reminded by these people, he discovered that there was a small ring printed on the bow of the ship, and there was a curved ring inside the ring. Waist upturned buttocks, hands pinching orchid finger humanoid appearance.

According to them, this is one of the protectors of Hinduism.

Also, He Qingqing's swimsuit is also a typical Hindu style.

That's why they communicated with them in Tamil when they came up, but the guy in front of him kept sneering and didn't speak, as if he had malicious intentions, and there was a deep conflict between the two ethnic groups, so this gun wiping happened fire incident.

He Qingqing was not a bully, and felt that it was inappropriate for Chen Yi to beat someone up like this because of a misunderstanding, so she quickly apologized.

Since he was a compatriot and it was another misunderstanding, Chen Yi didn't take many shots, except for the old man who attacked with a steel fork, at most it was a skin trauma, so there was no need to go to war.

Several people let Chen Yi and He Qingqing into the room, and treated them with good tea and water.

Of course, this good tea and water are for them. On this small island, there is only one freshwater spring. Not only is there not enough drinking water, but it also has a salty taste.

The tea leaves are also so-so, the most common green tea sold in the market.

Chen Yi didn't care too much, he had drunk even the worst tea, and it was all good when he was down and down a few years ago.

After chatting for a few words, I found out the reason. It turned out that they had friction with the Indians on the shore and were driven to this desolate island. It was very tragic.

He Qingqing asked: "Why don't you contact the Chinese labor union? They won't just sit idly by and ignore this kind of oppression."

"Ugh!"

The old man sighed, as if he didn't want to say more, and Chen Yi and the others couldn't ask more.

"Mr. Zhu, we want to talk about the ugliness first. Balu Island has become Mr. Chen's private property. If you want to stay here, you must follow Mr. Chen's rules." He Qingqing hesitated and said clearly up.

Zhu Jieshi's face was troubled, but he still said: "I understand, we just want to find a place to settle down, and we will definitely not cause trouble for you."

His tone was weird, polite, and pedantic, but the few people behind him were a little upset, as if they had been wronged a lot.

Chen Yi looked at the room. It wasn't very big, or it was very narrow. Five or six people sat in and filled the small room. His wife could only stand on one side to entertain, and there were not even enough chairs.

However, what surprised him was that there were several ink paintings hanging in this small house, with strong brushstrokes and flexible painting styles, and the people who went out to sea by boat were vivid and well-educated.

Even if you look at it from Chen Yi's point of view, you still have to admire it!
If you put it in the auction house to hype it up and make up some touching stories, it is estimated that the price should be no less than one million!

Moreover, he also noticed that although the table used by several people was old, it was clean, with dragons and phoenixes floating on its four legs, and the carving was exquisite. It was still an antique, at least 300 years old.

Chen Yi gently scraped off the taupe patina on the corner of the table, revealing the bright golden inside, which seemed to be made of huanghuali!

How can this be?

A group of down-and-out fishermen actually possessed classical royal furniture and a painter with high artistic attainments. This is like a beggar’s family hiding a gold mine, and the self-proclaimed illiterate is as weird as a doctor of the Chinese Academy of Sciences!

Zhu Jieshi didn't notice Chen Yi's movements, but just looked at He Qingqing with a little anxiety.

He Qingqing tapped lightly on the table with her slender jade fingers, making a tinkling sound, and frowned slightly.

"In that case, Mr. Zhu, let's get straight to the point." He Qingqing snapped her fingers and said, "Since it's private property, we don't want people of unknown origin to stay here. Mr. Zhu, you'd better tell the truth." Well, I don't believe that you are just a fisherman who was driven here to make a living!"

He Qingqing's attainments in antiques and artworks were no less than Chen Yi's, so she also saw something unusual and asked directly.

Zhu Jieshi was taken aback for a moment, the white porcelain teacup in his hand shook, and ripples appeared, and then he returned to normal in an instant, squeezed out a smile, and said: "Miss He, you worry too much, I am an old fisherman who is almost unable to walk , will not cause trouble for you and Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Zhu, I don't know if I didn't make it clear or you didn't hear clearly. What I care about now is not whether you will cause trouble, but where you came from." Humanity, "I think if it were you, you wouldn't let a stranger, or a stranger with unknown origin, who doesn't know if there are any malicious strangers, to live at home often?"

At first, Chen Yi felt that He Qingqing was a little too aggressive. When he met compatriots in distress overseas, no matter who he was, he would not hesitate to lend a helping hand, but then he figured it out.

He Qingqing was afraid that these people would become lailai!
In Huaxia, especially the courtyard houses in the capital, doves occupy the magpie's nest, tenants and landlords fight against each other, refuse to move out, and try to get a share of the demolition. This kind of thing is not uncommon!
There are so many disputes in a courtyard, let alone such an island!

Zhu Jieshi's face was ugly for a while, and the middle-aged people around him also looked upset. One of them, a bearded man with a face that was tanned purple by the seaside sun, even shouted: "Master, I don't want to stay. Let's go, I don't believe it anymore, we Daming descendants don't have a place to stay!"

"To shut up!"

Zhu Jieshi sneered and looked angry, the big man immediately fell silent and bowed his head resentfully, as if he realized that he had slipped a word.

Chen Yi and He Qingqing looked at each other, and both could see the surprise on the other's face?
Could it be that these down-and-out fishermen are descendants of the Chinese and Ming dynasties?
(End of this chapter)