Liang Jian: I have a canteen

When Xu San heard the words "Black Dragon Society", his ears moved.

Didn’t Heiqi go to collect the debt?

It doesn't matter if you don't get it. It's time to go back, right?

The two people at the next table were talking loudly, and the driver beside them naturally heard it, so he turned around and asked, "We got beaten, didn't the Green Gang do anything?"

The coolie who was beaten shook his head and said, "After the negotiation, I paid some money!"

The words of encouragement were a bit discouraging, "But what's the point of paying compensation? It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. I can't work with this arm for at least a month."

"That's all! Just take the money. If it weren't for the Green Gang helping you, you wouldn't even get this little money." Someone consoled him, "Even though you can't move one arm, you can still carry the bag. Find someone to help you when the time comes, and then share the chips with them."

"Oh~ this is the only way!" The coolie sighed and poured himself another glass of water.

"Brother! Can you tell me why you got beaten?" Xu San walked over to talk, carrying a plate of dried fruits.

The coolie looked at Xu San and asked, "Who are you? Who?"

"Well, I'm a reporter and I'm interested in this matter." Xu San said as he took out his press card and waved it in front of several people.

To be honest, few of the people sitting there could read. Even if Xu San took out a bus card, probably no one would be able to recognize it.

"What's the point of reporting it?" The coolie asked doubtfully, looking at Xu San's press card. "If it's reported, will I be in trouble?"

"I don't necessarily have to report. Even if I do, I'll use a pseudonym, mostly Zhang San." Xu San put away his press card and said casually.

"No!" The coolie waved his hand, "My name is Zhang San, Li Zao Zhang!" "Then call me Zhao Xiaoliu!" Xu San made up another name and took out a French currency, "When we reporters report valuable news, we usually give some benefits."

It's not much money! At least it's equivalent to the income of a coolie working for three or five years.

Zhang San swallowed his saliva and said, "It's not a big deal. We were just moving goods for an employer. We wanted to take a shortcut, so we took a small road. But we ran into two brats from the Black Dragon Society blocking our way. They were very arrogant and blocked my way!"

At this point, Zhang San paused and said, "At that time, if I just went to that fork in the road and turned a corner, I would be almost there. But if I didn't go through that side and go back again, it would take at least half an hour."

Zhang San said, shaking his head, "I was impulsive at the time. I was afraid of wasting my employer's time, so I argued with the two kids. As a result, the two kids started to yell."

"The people who yell like that are usually Japanese. I also know that 'baga' means bastard." Someone echoed at this time.

"I know that too!" Zhang San said, "Those two kids called me that too."

"And then you took action!" someone asked.

Zhang San replied, "No! How could we take the initiative to attack others! They pushed and shoved and tried to rummage through the employer's things."

“That’s a bit too much!”

"That's how I started to struggle with that kid." Zhang San grinned. "The kid was too weak, only as heavy as a sack. He just pushed him lightly and knocked him to the ground."

When Xu San heard this, he laughed, "You are quite brave, you dare to fight against the Japanese?" (End of this chapter)