Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 10 Kuala Lumpur

After returning to Kuala Lumpur, the company arranged for Zheng Yi to rent a small three-story attic as a temporary residence, which became his home in Kuala Lumpur.

Before leaving, Li Xiaoshi left Zheng Yi two hundred yuan as an advance salary, as well as a pistol for self-defense.

Nanyang is not as peaceful as China. The Colonial Office rarely intervenes in conflicts between Chinese people. No one cares about murder unless it is a serious case. It is not easy to assign a bodyguard to a worker like him, so it is necessary for him to have a pistol for self-defense.

After seeing Li Xiaoshi off, Zheng Yi finally couldn't bear it anymore and immediately took Wu Wenhao shopping.

Kuala Lumpur in the 1930s was already quite mature and complete. Zheng Yi and Wu Wenhao called a rickshaw and strolled around the streets. It was a wonderful experience.

At this time, the entire Kuala Lumpur was almost a Chinese city, and all the shops were in Chinese, which saved people from inconvenience in the future.

In the 19s, the Chinese made up more than half of the population in British Malaya, making them the largest population.
Moreover, they are all urban populations. The major cities in the Malay Peninsula that have gradually developed, such as Singapore, Penang, Kuala Lumpur, Malacca, and new towns, are all Chinese cities.

The city has a total population of about 600,000, of which the British and Indians together account for more than 100,000, and the rest are almost all Chinese, while the Malays are almost negligible.

On the street, some people wear suits and Western-style clothes, some wear shirts and short sleeves, some wear shorts and jackets, and some wear old Qing Dynasty clothes. Occasionally, you can even see people who still have braids and refuse to cut them.

At least it's strange to see.

The city's sewage system is not very good. Nanyang is prone to rain, and the infrastructure is not good except in the central area where the British live. When water accumulates, it never drains away before rain comes again.
The road was muddy, and Zheng Yi didn't want to dirty his trouser legs, so he had to sit on the cart and refused to get off. For this, he gave the cart driver an extra dollar and asked him to pull the cart for the whole day.

As a modern man, everything about the city and shops from a hundred years ago was new to him. He always wanted to try things he had never seen before. But what opened his eyes the most were the almost innumerable dance halls in the city.

He originally thought that dance halls in the old society should be similar to nightclubs, but after asking carefully, he found out that it was not the case.

The Chinese in Southeast Asia love dancing very much. In addition to the nightclubs they are familiar with, which are night dances, there are also day dances, wine dances, and tea dances. People can dance at any time and in any situation. There are even many dance schools on the streets.

In broad daylight, those dancers openly solicit customers on the streets, wearing heavy makeup and red lipstick. Some wear high-slit cheongsams, some wear British-style bras, some wear suspender dresses with slits, and some wear sexy Indian costumes that expose their belly.

Zheng Yi was dazzled by the sight of all sorts of beautiful women. They waved their handkerchiefs and shouted at them, "Boss, dance, boss!"

Zheng Yi always has an auditory hallucination that "Master, come in and play."

I heard from the rickshaw drivers that before the colonial administration cracked down on prostitution, there was no such thing on the streets.

Although prostitutes also live in the city, brothels are all located outside the city. There are special red-light districts, and not many prostitutes dare to be so brazen as to solicit customers on the streets.

After the brothels were banned, these dancers popped up everywhere, opening them in the name of being trendy, fashionable, and even advanced. They opened them like mushrooms after a rain, and they did not hide from the public. They even dared to open them opposite primary schools.

It is difficult to say whether the social atmosphere is better or worse than before.

After watching it so much, Zheng Yi's interest was aroused. After all, he was a normal man, and his physical condition had returned to that of a young man in his twenties, at the peak of his vigor.

How could a middle-aged man in his fifties not be eager to test whether his precious spear was sharp or not?

"Master, I see you're drooling. How about we..."

"You're just a kid, what does it have to do with you? Go, take these things and take a taxi home."

"Oh~"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wenhao changed cars and left in a depressed mood.

Zheng Yi gave his master two more dollars and asked him to find him a good place. He was taken to a tea dance hall that was said to be the best in the city.

Even in the best tea dance hall, you can hug a lady and dance three steps for fifty cents, but it's really just dancing.

Of course, you can also touch it.

They usually chat while dancing, and touch each other while chatting. If the chat goes well, they will kiss you at the end of the dance. If you pay more to continue dancing, you can basically hug and kiss them in the next round.

Only when you are interested in it will you proceed to the next step. Of course, the specific price still needs to be negotiated. It is even possible that there are some who only dance and do not perform on stage.

Tea dance is a combination of Chinese and Western elements, with the addition of tea drinking and tasting in addition to dancing. It strives to make the most vulgar things elegant.

After just a few dances, Zheng Yi was about to raise the price and take the person out.

Suddenly, he heard someone smashing a teacup in the next room, followed by a loud curse: "Bakayaloo!"

Snapped!
If I heard correctly, it should be the sound of a slap.

"Ah~, no, no, Mr. Koike."

stab~
There was the sound of clothes tearing again.

"Hahahaha, the Chinese are only worthy of being conquered by our great Empire of Japan!"

This last sentence was spoken in Japanese, but Zheng Yi also happened to know Japanese. Although he was not a knight, after hearing it, the blood and energy that had been surging downwards could not be held back and began to surge upwards to his head.

When I left my private room, I saw a middle-aged man with a wretched face pressing a cheongsam woman to the ground, tearing her clothes and doing some unspeakable things.

He wasn't even in his own private room, but was directly on the dance floor. When the woman resisted, he touched her all over and slapped her in the face.

"You Chinese women, it is an honor to serve the great merchants of the Empire of Japan."

"Ah~, you stupid, incompetent Chinese pigs, just look at the bravery of your Ikeda-sama. Incompetent and weak nations should be trampled upon. Accept your fate, you bastards!"

"Isn't this how Chinese women should be treated? Ah~, Chinese men are just a bunch of turtles anyway, hahahaha."

"It won't be long before all of you Chinese will be enslaved by us. The whole of China will become our colony. All the men will become hard laborers, and all the women will be at our disposal. Hahahahahaha."

He spoke in Japanese, and no one except Zheng Yi could understand what he was saying. But just by looking at his expression, one could tell that it was not something nice, and his action was a bit too rude.

Even if you are in your own private room?
As for Zheng Yi, who could understand Japanese, he had unconsciously put his hand on the pistol at his waist.

He didn't expect that as soon as Li Xiaoshi gave him the pistol, he would have the idea of ​​touching it.

　It’s time to recommend it.

　　This book is so early.

　　I'll add a few more days to catch up on the progress.

(End of this chapter)