I rise from the sword

Chapter 309 Hirata Ichiro's birthday gift, urn
Hirata Ichiro observed carefully for a while, then turned his head and asked the translator next to him with a pleasant face.

"Xu Sang, I don't know much about your Chinese antiques, please show me this wooden box."

"Hi, Mr. Hirata!"

The translator nodded respectfully, then moved forward and began to observe.

Those who can become translators at least show that they have read a lot of books. Therefore, even if they don't understand antiques, they have more knowledge than ordinary people.

at the same time.

While talking with Yang Lin, Li Yunlong craned his neck and looked at the wooden box curiously.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and asked suspiciously: "Brother Yang Lin, just now you said that this is an antique from the Han Dynasty? How could a stingy person like you give such an expensive gift to the old devil Pingtian. It looks a bit like A coffin for the dead."

A sinister smile rose from the corner of Yang Lin's mouth: "Hahaha, brother Yunlong, you have a good eye! I was thinking about a good man who would do his best to send the Buddha to the west, so I gave it to Pingtian at the coffin shop on the street. The devil bought an urn."

"What the hell? An urn?"

Li Yunlong was taken aback for a moment, then he couldn't help but secretly laughed and gave a pig cry, and gave Yang Lin a thumbs up: "Brother Yang Lin, our old Li has to admit that when it comes to wicked and disgusting people, we are willing to bow down and refuse to accept it." Will not work!"

Although Chu Yunfei upstairs couldn't hear the conversation between Yang Lin and Li Yunlong, but seeing the wretched smiles on their faces, he knew that the gift must not be something fun.

After a while, Hirata Ichiro saw that the interpreter hadn't spoken for a long time, so he couldn't help asking expectantly: "Xu Sang, what is the value of this wooden box? It is said that it is an ancient relic from the Han Dynasty. The most important thing is that it is placed in the It can last for months without rot, isn't it true?"

At the beginning, the translator felt that this wooden box seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After a few minutes of research and thinking, he finally remembered what kind of unlucky thing this is.

He bowed his body and reported with a serious face: "Reporting to Mr. Hirata, although this wooden box is exquisitely crafted and looks quite old, it is actually a modern handicraft and is not worth much at all."

"Nani???"

Hirata Ichiro looked stunned, how disappointed and angry he was at this moment, as much as he was looking forward to before.

"Moreover, this wooden box is not only a poor-quality handicraft, but also a..."

The translator lowered his head and hesitated to speak, mainly because he was afraid that if the truth was revealed, Ichiro Hirata would vomit blood on this day, such a happy day, and Chi Yu would be affected by that time, so it would be fucked.

"What else, tell me quickly?"

Hirata Ichiro became anxious and glared at the translator.

Helpless, the translator had no choice but to droop his face, and replied truthfully: "Besides, this wooden box is also a box for storing the ashes of the dead..."

"Baga! Lu! What are you talking about? This wooden box is an urn for the ashes of the dead?"

Hirata Ichiro was furious, so angry that he grabbed the interpreter by the collar, "咵咵咵" just a few big ear scrapers and slapped it out.

Hirata Ichiro shot out with anger, and bowed left and right. After a while, the translator was slapped into a pig's head, with bright red finger marks on both sides of his face.

"Prince Hirata calm down, Taijun Hirata calm down, I am wronged by my humble position, I just followed your order to tell the truth, besides, this urn was not given to you by my humble position..."

The translator's teeth were knocked out a few times, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only beg for mercy aggrieved.

Ichiro Hirata slapped the translator more than a dozen times before he realized that he had hit the wrong person, and the culprit seemed to be still watching the scene while drinking leisurely.

"Bagaya Road!"

Today is my 45th birthday, a day of great joy. Hirata Ichiro felt that his IQ was trampled on the ground by the other party, and he lost his face to his grandma's house.

The most important thing is that in order to enhance his prestige, he also invited many reporters.

If this gets out, he won't be a fool in the future.

Instead, Hirata Ichiro turned his head and glared at Yang Lin with eyes that were about to breathe fire.

"Baga, Lu! You hateful guy, whose work is it?"

Ichiro Hirata gritted his teeth in hatred, and sentenced Yang Lin and the others to death in his heart.

The translator forgot that Yang Lin could speak Japanese for a while, and the pug's essence reappeared, and immediately translated: "Asshole, Mr. Hirata asked who you guys are!"

Yang Lin got up abruptly, then took off his sunglasses, and announced his name loudly: "I'm really blind, I don't know you when I come to you, open your dog eyes again, I'm your reward 50 Yang Lin, the head of the Zhongrui Regiment, is now wanted by Dayang!"

"I am Li Yunlong, the head of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army you are looking for. You are really blinded. My head is only worth 10 yuan, which is so much worse than brother Yang Lin!"

Li Yunlong also threw the wine bowl, stood up after him, and announced his name loudly.

Perhaps it was because his worth was much lower than Yang Lin's in the eyes of the little devil, Li Yunlong's face was gloomy and displeased.

The puppet soldiers and local tyrants and evil gentry present were all stunned when they heard that these two were Yang Lin and Li Yunlong.

Two of them were so frightened that their calves were weak.

The translator was also shocked, and hurriedly reported to Ichiro Hirata in a trembling voice: "Taijun Hirata, they are Yang Lin and Li Yunlong..."

"Yang Lin? Li Yunlong?"

Hirata Ichiro was stunned for a moment, then reacted abruptly, stepped back a few steps in horror, and subconsciously drew his gun.

Yang Lin had quick eyes and quick hands. Seeing that Hirata Ichiro was about to shoot, he picked up a dish in front of him and threw it out.

"Crack!—"

The plate of vegetables hit Hirata Ichiro's head hard, directly hitting him with peach blossoms all over his face.

Yang Lin's strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. Fortunately, Hirata Ichiro's body was strong enough, so he was not directly crushed to death, but his head was still buzzing.

With a stagger, he fell directly to the ground.

"Baga! You're looking for death!"

Several devil officers stood up angrily, and took out the bastard boxes from their waists.

Li Yunlong just stretched out his hand, wanting to pack a roast chicken before doing it, but Yang Lin next to him kicked the table flying without saying hello.

The plates and bowls on the table were scattered all over the floor.

Before the devil officers had time to put their guns down, the flying tables and plates knocked them all to the ground.

When Li Yunlong saw the cooked roast chicken fall to the ground, he scolded his mother angrily.

"You son of a bitch, pay me for roasting chicken!"

Immediately, Huzi, Duan Peng, and Monk Wei pulled out their guns as quickly as possible and pulled the triggers one after another.

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!--"

The 20-ring box cannon, in such a close-range environment, is as lethal as a submachine gun. A burst of gunfire rang out, and the most famous devil officers were shot several times, screaming He fell to the ground, twitching and spitting blood.

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(End of this chapter)