Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 11 Qian Qiwen

The year is 1931, the end of the year.

Ikeda was a businessman from Southeast Asia. He bought rice in Siam and intended to sell it to Japan.

However, after the September 18th Incident, not only did the Chaoshan Gang in Siam go on strike at the port, forcing the pro-Japanese government of Siam to give up exports to Japan, but the Brotherhood also burned a large amount of rice that was originally intended to be shipped to Japan after occupying the port.

They even smashed and looted Japanese shops, forcing Thai merchants who had already received payments from Japanese merchants not to refund them, which led to serious social unrest. Japan formally lodged a solemn protest with the King of Siam.

However, the Chinese in Siam are mainly Teochews.

As for the Teochew people, even though their proportion is far smaller than that of the Chinese in Malaya, the Teochew people have been sticking together, aggressive, and fierce since ancient times. Although they are small in number, they are tough and domineering.

Anyway, there is still no explanation for this matter. Since the beginning of this year, all Japanese businessmen doing business in Siam, especially the rice business, have lost all their money without exception. The payment has been made, but the goods are not shipped. It's pure loss.

You may even have to pay some liquidated damages in Japan due to lack of supply.

If the money to buy rice is still a loan, then we will almost go bankrupt.

Ikeda was one of those unlucky Japanese businessmen, almost on the verge of bankruptcy. Feeling depressed, he came here specifically to relieve his stress.

The movements were inevitably a bit rough, and the dancer couldn't help but push and resist. This push immediately ignited Ikeda's anger, and the madness and bestiality in the bones of the Japanese, who were gentle villains on the outside, were immediately aroused.

Then, that was it.

He thought that no one else could understand Japanese.

But the problem is that Zheng Yi can understand Japanese!

As the saying goes, when you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally want to kill. Nanyang is a lawless place. Even if killing the Japanese is a bit troublesome, he believes that with Li Xiaoshi's connections, he can easily handle it.

Li Xiaoshi was not only a classmate of the King of England, but Griffith, the British Colonial Secretary, was also the vice-president of the Student Union when Li Xiaoshi was president of the Cambridge Student Union. He was the direct superior of all officials of the Colonial Office.

As long as the people killed were not British, it would not be a big deal in Li Xiaoshi's eyes. At most it would just be a little troublesome.

but……

After all, he was a modern man who had never even killed a chicken. Even though his hand was on the gun, Zheng Yi couldn't help but fall into hesitation and indecision.

"Whoo~"

"Suck~"

"Whoo~"

After taking a deep breath for a long time, Zheng Yi couldn't help muttering, "When I see injustice, I will shout. When it's time to take action, I will take action. I will rush through the nine provinces. Hey, hey, hey, hey."

My little heart was beating fast and fast, and my face was getting redder and redder, and I felt a little dry in the mouth.

"Hey, hey hey yo hey hey, hey, hey hey yo hey hey."

While cheering himself up and swallowing his saliva, his heart almost beat into his throat. Just when Zheng Yi gritted his teeth and was about to pull out the gun, a hand suddenly pressed on Zheng Yi's hand that was touching the gun.

Zheng Yi, who was already extremely nervous, was so frightened that he jumped up.

"What are you doing!"

However, he saw that the person pressing his hand was a tall woman who looked to be in her thirties at most, with a beautiful appearance and a fashionable hairstyle.

"Brother, you've never fired a gun before, right? You don't need this thing to deal with this kind of scum. Besides, this is my territory, there's no need for you to take action."

After saying that, the woman lifted up her slender white thighs and pulled out a small knife about an inch long from the heel of her high heels. She held it between two fingers, walked forward and stabbed it into Ikeda's neck without saying a word.

With one hand she pulled his hair, and with the other she gently slashed his neck with a knife.

Blood with a strong fishy smell immediately spurted out from his neck. Within a few seconds, Ikeda fell to the ground and twitched. After a while, he became motionless.

"Ah~, murder~"

The dance hall was in chaos. Everyone was there to have fun, but the atmosphere was completely ruined. Many people just turned around and ran away.

Zheng Yi didn't know why, he just stood there stupidly, and didn't run away. His head was buzzing. It was the first time in his two lives that he saw a murder scene, and it was a big shock to him. He even felt a little weak in the legs.

"Someone come and clean up the carcass. Chop it up and feed it to the dogs tonight."

As she spoke, the woman stood up and looked back. Her body and face were covered in blood. She smiled at Zheng Yi and walked towards him again. Zheng Yi was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Why? You're holding a pistol, and you're afraid of me, who has a knife in my hand."

Zheng Yi: “…………” Woman: “This is my first time seeing someone being killed.”

Zheng Yi: “…………”

Woman: "You've never seen anyone killed, and you were just about to pull out your gun."

Zheng Yi: “…………”

Woman: "If I hadn't taken action just now, would you have dared to pull out the gun?"

Zheng Yi: “…………”

Woman: "Brother, you are so interesting."

As she spoke, the woman actually walked in front of Zheng Yi. She was wearing high heels, which were extremely high. She was the same height as Zheng Yi. She stretched out her arms, which were as white as lotus roots, and naturally wrapped them around Zheng Yi's neck, and actually kissed him.

Zheng Yi felt a sudden buzzing in his head. He was already panicking, but now he was completely calm. He only felt that the lips pressing on him were extremely soft, and had a strong scent of lipstick. Something rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head like electricity.

For two full seconds, Zheng Yi's clever brain was overloaded by the sheer amount of information.

After two seconds, he reacted and noticed that the woman's other hand had actually used a monkey stealing peach trick to directly grab Zheng Yi's vital point, which hurt him so much that he hurriedly reached out to push her away.

The crazy woman actually laughed out loud, and without saying anything else, she just shouted downstairs: "Don't pay for this young man's tea, it's on me."

As she spoke, the woman took out a business card from her handbag, printed her lip print on it and gave it to Zheng Yi, saying, "Brother, come visit us often in the future and I'll give you a discount."

After saying that, he turned and left, and no one knew where he went.

"and many more."

Zheng Yi, who had recovered from his shock, suddenly called her.

The woman turned around and said, "So you're not mute."

Zheng Yi took out a wad of money from his pocket and counted a few bills.

"I told you, your tea money is waived."

Zheng Yi counted out a full ten yuan, stepped forward and stuffed it into the woman's hand, saying, "It's not tea money, it's money for the kiss just now."

After saying that, Zheng Yi turned around and left.

The woman stood there in shock for a long time, holding the money behind her. Finally, she burst out laughing: "That's interesting."

He hooked his finger, asked the lady who had just accompanied him to come forward, and asked, "Where does this person come from?"

"No, I don't know. We didn't talk for long before I found out he had just arrived in Kuala Lumpur. He wasn't interested in chatting or dancing. After touching me for a while, he gave me money and asked me to go out with him to get a room."

"Did you take the money?"

"Ah, I've collected it."

"But you didn't go out with him."

"Ah, he..., sister, I think I got a free deal."

"You're such a loser! You're about to go to bed with me, and you don't even know what I do."

"I remember now. He was a rickshaw driver. Old Huang brought him here. We even gave Old Huang a commission."

"Ali, please ask Lao Huang if he knows anything. Look up this guy. He's quite interesting. He doesn't seem like a gangster, but... he might have some background."

"Okay, Sister Wen."

On the other side, Zheng Yi went out and got on a rickshaw. After being blown by the wind on the street for a while, he finally came to his senses.

He looked down at his crotch and saw it was covered in blood. If you didn't know, you would think he had his period and didn't bring a sanitary napkin.

"Fuck, this woman wiped her hands on my pants."

Take out the business card with the lip print.

Reading: "Qian Qiwen, General Manager of Dream Paris Ballroom."

　Not the protagonist’s wife, nor the heroine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)