Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 35: Killing Banquet!

At the dinner table, Zheng Yi was eating heartily, completely ignoring the dog's fart.

He reached out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of something he had never seen before, and asked the person next to him, "What is this?"

"The trunk of an elephant is called an elephant trunk. It was used to feed the emperor in the palace."

"Fuck, this is good stuff, is it delicious?"

"You need to have good teeth."

"Oh"

Zheng Yi put a piece into his mouth and began to chew it with a crunching sound.

He had never eaten this thing in his previous life, so it was new to him.

“It’s really delicious.”

At this moment, everyone also realized that Zheng Yi was in trouble. No matter what you said, he wouldn't listen. What else could you do?
Everyone stopped talking and just watched Zheng Yi eating with big mouthfuls. Then, one by one, they turned their eyes to Zhang Yucai.

Waiting for him to come forward.

From beginning to end, this guy never spoke a word, and didn't even open his eyes. He kept playing with the beads in his hand. If you didn't know him, you would think he was a devout Buddhist.

Everyone looked at him. After a while, he opened his eyes and chuckled a few times.

Suddenly, someone beside him interrupted and said, "I have something to say."

Zheng Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Gao Huan from the Chayang Chamber of Commerce, who had just spoken for him and made room for him.

"I think what Brother Zheng Yi said is actually not without reason. All of us came from humble backgrounds and slowly climbed up from the bottom. We have been through wind and rain, swords and sabers, and blood and rain to get to where we are today."

"But in recent years, Europeans and Americans have also come to our Nanyang to open plantations and mines. If we continue to use those old methods, they will eventually be eliminated."

"In my opinion, instead of standing still and being eliminated by the British, Americans, or even Indians in the future, it is better for us to take the initiative to change now.

This machinery is made by us Chinese, so it's better than Europeans. Brother Zheng Yi, please give us some help. Maybe we can catch up with this wave of mechanization. This is a good thing."

"I'm done."

After saying that, Gao Huan also started eating. Zheng Yi smiled and clasped his fists towards him, saying, "Brother Gao, thank you."

"You're welcome. No problem."

As he spoke, Gao Huan raised his glass and toasted him from a distance as a token of his appreciation.

"Hehehe, hahahahaha~"

In the silent atmosphere, Zhang Yucai finally opened his eyes, put down the bracelet, and laughed out loud.

"Little brother, you are quite brave, but don't misunderstand me. All the guns we have deployed today are not aimed at you."

Zhang Yucai stood up and said, "One of us not only broke the rules and embezzled the opium that belonged to us, but also secretly smuggled Indonesian oil and Siamese rice to the Japanese."

"At this time, he smuggled things to the Japanese. What's the difference between him and a traitor? Although we are no longer in China, our hearts are still Chinese."

As he spoke, Zhang Yucai walked up behind Gao Huan, gently placed his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Back then, when Mr. Sun came to Southeast Asia, I was the one who took the lead in providing financial support. I personally sent Mr. Sun's mother and brother to Penang. The motherland is my eternal root."

"So I've already established a rule: Anyone in Xuehua Hall who dares to be a traitor will be killed by me!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yucai pinched Gao Huan's shoulder hard, until his face turned pale.

He quickly stood up and said, "I, I, I have something to say." But Zhang Yucai interrupted him, "Brother Gao, you have already said too much today. You don't have a chance to say anything more!"

After saying that, Zhang Yucai reached behind him, took a pistol, put it directly to Gao Huan's chin, and shot him dead at the dinner table.

The bullet entered his chin and exited from the top of his head, leaving a big hole in his head. Brain matter and blood spurted out of the hole without any damage, all spilling onto the dining table, the food, and the wine.

A drop of boiling hot blood fell right on Zheng Yi's face.

This sudden change left Zheng Yi completely stunned. This was not the first time he had witnessed a murder. This was the fourth death in less than a year since he came to Nanyang.

But just a moment ago everyone was having dinner together, and Gao Huan just stood up and said a few good words for him, and he died just now?
'Is he really a traitor?'

"If you hadn't spoken up for me, would you still have died?"

"Li Xiaoshi said he found someone to protect me. Could it be Gao Huan?"

"This Zhang Yucai, he actually dared to kill someone while eating! The president of the Chamber of Commerce, in Kuala Lumpur, Chinese people who can become the president of their respective chambers of commerce are actually at the top. He killed people at will!"

"Since he dared to kill Gao Huan, would he dare to kill himself?"

Uncontrollably, Zheng Yi thought of these.

Instinctively, Zheng Yi's body trembled slightly, and he had to exert great effort to swallow the chewed meat in his mouth.

Then he spit out the liquid with a "yue~" sound, and spit it back into the plate.

"Hahahaha, Brother Zheng, don't be nervous. I killed that tall fat guy today entirely out of my passion and patriotism. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. Huh? Hahahaha."

Boom, boom, boom.

Zheng Yi's heartbeat became faster and faster.

As a modern man, although he is now somewhat accustomed to Southeast Asia, such scenes are still a little too scary for him.

He was really scared.

However, the more this happened, the more Zheng Yi felt a rebellious spirit in his heart.

Fuck you, love whoever you want.

The worst that can happen is death.

Even if I die, I cannot die in vain.

But he suddenly said, "There's a vacant chair. Doesn't the Selangor Chinese Assembly Hall in Kuala Lumpur always have 22 chairs? It's just right."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up, pushed the chair under him to the ground, walked to Gao Huan's seat and sat down again, moving from the end of the table to the middle.

"This seat seems to be more spacious than the one I was sitting in just now."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi turned his head and looked at Zhang Yucai.

"I'm not Li Xiaoshi anymore. I'm just me, Zheng Yi. I want to come to the table and eat with you guys, okay, Master Zhang? Are you going to chase me away? Or are you going to crush me like you did to President Gao?"

Zhang Yucai: “…………”

"If you don't do anything, I'll continue eating."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi reached out his hand again, grabbed a large piece of beef ribs from the table and put it on the plate. Without even using chopsticks, he lowered his head and started eating with big mouthfuls, his hands covered in oil and soup.

(End of this chapter)