Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Faced with the scattered gold bars, the four coolies were stunned.

They knew how heavy the box was, and when they saw the gold bars, they understood why the small box was so heavy.

At first they didn't think about it because poverty limited their imagination.

Let alone a box, even just one of the gold bars in front of them might be more than they could earn in their entire lifetime.

I would like to point out here that the gold bars scattered on the ground are not large or small yellow croakers, but large bars weighing ten kilograms each.

The moment the gold bars were scattered, the atmosphere in the entire yard became solemn.

About three minutes later, Xu Sancai squatted down, picked up one, and put it into the box again, then said, "This brass ingot is of good quality."

As he spoke, Xu San re-stackered the gold bars. After he was done, he gathered the three broken pieces of the box together, apparently intending to repair it and continue using it.

"Yes, yes, yes~~" Chu Dazhuang was not slow to react. After hearing Xu San's words, he immediately agreed, "These brass ingots are really good! They are definitely top-quality products."

Someone spoke and the atmosphere seemed to ease a little.

However, the two Black Dragon Society minions did not look happy. They took a few steps back, one of them pulled out a gun and said, "Don't move!"

The other person trotted into the house.

The guns were pulled out, and several coolies immediately raised their hands and stepped back, indicating that they did not hide any guns.

The scene became quiet again until a few minutes later, when the henchman who had gone to report the news came to the scene with someone.

The man had a crew cut, wore glasses, had a face as pale as paper, and looked a bit bookish, but Xu San felt that there was a coldness hidden in his eyes, and it was obvious at first glance that he was someone who would be difficult to deal with.

Two boxes of gold were broken. Xu San collected one, and now half of the gold was scattered on the ground. After the man with glasses and a crew cut came to the yard, he had a gloomy face and didn't say much. Instead, he came to the gold and collected it himself. He did the same thing as before.

After he was done, he looked up at the coolies who were looking down and asked, "This is brass, not gold, so you don't have to be nervous."

He spoke Chinese fairly fluently, although it was a bit difficult and had a colonel-like tone, but the coolies were able to understand him.

The man with glasses and short hair waved his hand, and the little minions came over quickly, "Mr. Dajiang, what do you want?"

"Ask Butler Caoshan to find a hammer and some nails. I want to repair the box." said Oe Kazuo.

"Hi!" The little minion took the order and went down.

Oe Kazuo clapped his hands, supported his knees and stood up, then looked at the laborers and said, "Don't worry, it's really brass! If it was gold, I wouldn't let you Chinese deliver the goods."

Several coolies didn't say anything, but Xu San felt a little unhappy. As a genuine second-generation red and a time traveler, he was still very sensitive to the word "China". Although he often heard it in this era, it sounded particularly unhappy today.

After thinking about it, Xu San felt that he probably just didn't like this guy named Dajiang.

Dajiang Yinan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to the laborers. "Don't worry, I've already asked someone to get the tools. I'll fix the box in a while, you guys continue."

Xu San didn't take it, but pushed it away with his hand, "No!"

Seeing that Xu San didn't answer, Chu Dazhuang hesitated for a moment and didn't answer either.

The other two coolies took the cigarette and smoked it happily. (End of this chapter)