Nanyang Storm 1864

Chapter 109 Make the World Cleaner

"A long time has passed. What about the equipment for manufacturing guns and ammunition that the French brought over? Is there any news?" Zheng Guohui asked as they walked.

Huang Yongsheng immediately stepped forward and followed behind him and replied, "Master, I have been keeping an eye on this matter, but it is very troublesome now.

This batch of goods has been stored in the warehouse of opium merchant McKinshall for more than two years, and the storage fee is a very high figure, exceeding the normal level.

In addition, Mendes and McKinshall had a loan dispute, and the money had to be repaid plus a high interest rate.

MacInshall was a big opium dealer who had his own opium plantation in colonial India. He had a huge business and was influential in the local upper class.

Without his consent, it would be difficult to get this batch of equipment out.”

"So, the British want to swallow up this batch of goods." Zheng Guohui saw through the foreigners' intentions at a glance and said lightly.

He saw a cafe on the street and walked in naturally.

Huang Yongsheng, who was following behind him, raised his hand and was about to call out to the general, but it was too late. He had no choice but to follow him in.

"Hey, give me some coffee." Zheng Guohui walked into the store and ordered in fluent English, then found a seat by the window and sat down.

The two shop assistants and three customers were all foreigners. They turned their heads from time to time, their eyes all fixed on Zheng Guohui and Huang Yongsheng who had just entered, with expressions of disbelief.

The white clerk reacted immediately and shouted to expel them, "Oh, God! What did I see? You damn yellow monkeys, get out! Can't you see the sign outside? You are not welcome here, and this is not the place for you to come."

"Wait a moment, everyone, let me explain." Huang Yongsheng hurried forward to explain and ease the confrontation.

Unexpectedly, the two white shop assistants became even more agitated. One of the taller ones actually picked up a sharp knife and pointed it at Huang Yongsheng's nose, cursing.

"Get away, you filthy monkey! Don't come near me, or I'll pierce you with this knife."

Three white customers also started shouting, looking very unhappy.

"Let them go, damn it!"

"Honestly, my good mood for coffee has been ruined. This is outrageous."

"I don't think so. Look at the gentleman sitting by the window. He's very well behaved. I bet he's had coffee before and knows the beauty of this beverage from the civilized world."

"Fuck, I don't want to sit with a monkey..."

These dirty words rushed into Zheng Guohui's ears, making his handsome face darken visibly. The veins on his hands were exposed, showing that he was not at peace inside.

at this time
A huge black shadow rushed in like the wind from outside, a bright knife flashed, and then a scream was heard. The tall clerk's hand holding the knife had been cut off at the elbow.

The one who attacked brazenly was the brute Zheng Sheng. After swinging his knife, he bent his arm and hit the white clerk hard in the face with his elbow.

With a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking, the white clerk's head seemed to be hit by a carriage, and suddenly fell back and dislocated, causing bright red blood to spurt out of his nose.

It was as if his whole body had pressed the pause button, and he had lost consciousness while falling down.

Behind Zheng Sheng, five or six strong men rushed in one after another, knocked the foreigner in the store to the ground without saying a word, and captured him with their backhands.

The other people outside the store immediately stood guard on both sides of the door and put their hands into their arms to be on guard.

Zheng Guohui's personal guards were equipped with revolvers, and every officer and soldier had one.

After capturing all the foreigners in the store, Zheng Sheng strode over, clasped his hands together, knelt on one knee and said, "General, I am late in coming to your rescue and I shall be punished by death!"

"You are loyal to your master, what crime have you committed?" Zheng Guohui replied calmly.

He turned his gaze towards the frightened white men and continued to give orders in a calm tone;
"Since we've done it, we'll leave no one alive. Make it clean so there's no dirt everywhere." "Understood."

Zheng Sheng, a burly man over 1.9 meters tall, stood up suddenly, glanced at the captured white men with disgust, and gave a rough order;

"The general has given the order, so we men will start training and send these ghosts on their way."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Several foreigners struggled desperately, with deep resentment and fear in their eyes, but their bodies were controlled by large hands like iron clamps, and then their necks were strangled and they suffocated to death.

Zheng Ding, who was standing aside, was at a loss, his face pale, and he had no idea what to do.

Huang Liansheng also felt his scalp tingling and stood aside with his hands hanging down.

Zheng Guohui stared out the window and said calmly, "Ading, go make some coffee. Bring some snacks as well."

"Yes, sir." Zheng Ding felt as if he had been pardoned when he heard the order, and he quickly went to prepare.

"Mr. Huang, go get a carriage. The driver must be one of our own. This matter must not be leaked to anyone."

"I understand, sir. Even if you kill me, I won't know what happened." Huang Liansheng bowed hurriedly and left immediately.

After the fragrant coffee was brewed and served, Zheng Guohui added cream matcha and two sugar cubes and stirred it gently with a silver spoon provided by the cafe.

After it was fully melted, I picked it up and took a sip. It tasted pretty good.

The coffee beans in the store are of very good quality. When ground and brewed, they have a rich flavor, and the mellow taste lingers between the teeth. It is indeed the authentic taste of Italian coffee.

Just as he was slowly sipping his coffee, Huang Guosheng hurried over with a carriage, and the person driving the carriage was one of his men.

Several people helped the body into the carriage and left quickly.

Huang Liansheng ordered the men who stayed outside to disperse and not attract too much attention.

He stood at the doorway, and when he saw a foreigner trying to come in, he politely turned them away, saying, "The store is closed. Please come back another day."

Zheng Guohui didn't care about these little things. He sat alone at the table, looking at the streets of Hong Kong in this era. It was probably more prosperous than the previous Davao City, with more European-style buildings and a larger population.

Except for two or three prosperous blocks, the rest were low-rise and messy huts. These were the main residential areas for the Chinese under colonial rule, and the environment was extremely dirty.

He really didn't realize
During this era, serious discrimination against Chinese people had already formed in Hong Kong under the rule of the British.

There is a warning sign at the door of the coffee shop that says "Chinese are strictly prohibited from entering", which shows the bad attitude of the store owner.

Zheng Guohui really didn't notice. At this moment, a strong sense of shame was boiling in his chest. He wanted to break this shackle, but found that he really couldn't afford to offend the British.

Are we just going to sit there and watch and suffer humiliation?
Zheng Guohui was very unwilling, and after thinking about it, he made a decision.

Since I can't do it openly, I will do it secretly. I will train a group of people to sneak into Hong Kong and turn everything upside down. I will let these British pigs know that the blood of Chinese characters is hot and they will never be despised.

The plan in mind has been decided
Zheng Guohui had no interest in staying any longer, so he stood up and walked out steadily.

As he walked, he said, "Don't keep such a disgusting place. Set it on fire and make the world a little cleaner."

"As you command, sir." Zheng Sheng responded respectfully.

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