Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 123 122 Hidden Gun
Feng Xiuhu sighed and nodded: "If that's the case, he's a capable and respectable man."

Yuzhi led him into the spring house where they had been before. When he turned to leave, Feng Xiuhu called out to him, "Where's my brother?"

Yuzhi turned around and smiled apologetically, "I'll arrange it next door. Don't worry, Master Feng. Boss Xiong has already told me to keep it of the same quality as yours."

Feng Xiuhu was relieved.

He took off the last of his clothes and went into the pool to soak.

Soon, the bamboo door was pushed open. Feng Xiuhu heard the noise and turned around to look.

Several strong men wearing only underwear walked in and stood in a row by the pool.

They had heard of the name of the Crazy Tiger before, and now being stared at by Feng Xiuhu, the strong men felt a little embarrassed, clutching their towels like a few young wives.

Feng Xiuhu was overjoyed: "Great, Guiyuan really understands my feelings!"

He waved to the strong men: "Come on!"

The men looked at each other, and finally someone moved.

One person brought a wide stool for Feng Xiuhu to lie on, one person took a towel and put it on the stool, one person took soap and wrapped it in the towel and rubbed it, and the last person had nothing to do, so he stepped forward and helped Feng Xiuhu out of the pool.

Lying on the stool, Feng Xiuhu stretched comfortably, waiting for the men to take action.

But when the towel was applied to the back, the force was like flirting.

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but frown: "I'm exhausted."

The strong men responded tremblingly, adding some strength to their hands, but it was still very light.

Feng Xiuhu complained, "Are you guys really that professional? Are you just doing this to clean up the mud on your body?"

The strong men were terrified and knelt down one after another: "Master Squad Leader, this is indeed our first time doing this kind of work. We are afraid of hurting you, and we can't afford to hurt you with our lives. If Master Squad Leader is really not satisfied, why not ask the girls to come in and serve you?"

Feng Xiuhu felt that he had spoken too harshly. Scrubbing people's backs is a skill, and any skill requires a learning process. He needed to be patient.

So he waved to the men to get up and said, "Don't be afraid of the weight, just keep rubbing it. If you don't rub off two pounds of mud today, I'll use your flesh to pay for it."

This really scared the strong men so much that their faces turned pale - they were not wild boars rolling around in the mountains, and whose good man could have two pounds of mud scraped off his body?
Seeing that they were motionless, Feng Xiuhu glared at them: "What, are you waiting for me to rub you?"

The four strong men, as if they had lost their parents, trembled and helped each other to stand up, gradually tightening the towels in their hands.

One of them took a deep breath and said, "Master Squad Leader, you better hold on!"

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "Come on."

Snapped!
He slapped the towel on his back, tensed the muscles in both arms, and wiped them down hard.

"hiss--"

Feng Xiuhu took a deep breath and said, "It feels so good!"

The bath scrubbing business finally proceeded in an orderly manner.

One person rubbed his back, two people rubbed his legs, and the remaining person stood in front of Feng Xiuhu and chatted with him.

Feng Xiuhu took the big hand of the man in front of him and rubbed it: "Brother, your hands are quite rough. What kind of work do you do?"

The man smiled shyly: "Sir, I'm unloading cargo at the port."

"Ouch," Feng Xiuhu said distressedly, "This job is so hard."

The man also sighed: "What else can I do? It's all about supporting my family."

Feng Xiuhu asked again, "How many people are there in your family?"

The man's brows were filled with melancholy: "Including me, there are only three of us."

"My father passed away early, and my mother was in poor health and bedridden all year round. I also have a disappointing younger brother. I earn money to support his education, but he always skips classes. He always says that studying is useless and that he'd rather join the fish market gang, saying that's more impressive."

Feng Xiuhu shook his head regretfully: "You seem like a pitiful person, still not married at such a age."

The man was almost in tears when he said: "I haven't made any money yet, how can I marry a wife?"

Feng Xiuhu patted the man's hand and said, "Do a good job. I'll pay you back next time."

The man sniffed and said, "Master's money didn't come from the wind. I'm satisfied that you have this in mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shunzi's panicked shout suddenly came from next door.

"who are you?"

"Who asked you to come in?!"

"I didn't order you!"

Then another man replied: "Brother Shunzi, it was arranged by Master Feng. You and he are brothers closer than brothers, so we can't let it go unnoticed." Feng Xiuhu thought there was nothing wrong with what he said.

There was a sound of splashing water next door, as if someone was splashing in the pool.

Shunzi's voice became increasingly panicked: "Stay away from me! I'm here to take a divine bath!"

The man replied, "Mr. Feng next door takes this magical bath. Don't be shy, brother Shunzi. This is the first time for us to do this."

Feng Xiuhu also felt that Shunzi was too shameless, so he shouted to the neighbors, "Hold him down! Once he gets a good rub, he'll behave himself."

Feng Xiuhu muttered to himself, "I didn't see him make such a big fuss last time. He even let women see him, so why is he afraid of men seeing him?"

……

An hour later, the two came out of Tangquan Building.

Feng Xiuhu felt refreshed, while Shunzi was distracted.

Feng Xiuhu said, "I didn't wash properly last time, but today I finally got my wish fulfilled. The Fairy Bath really lives up to its reputation."

Shunzi's lips trembled slightly, and he murmured, "Brother, I don't want to take the fairy bath anymore."

Feng Xiuhu laughed heartily and patted Shunzi on the shoulder: "Okay, when we find the opportunity, we two brothers will go to the upper city to experience the wine and meat forest."

Shunzi's eyes suddenly lit up again - although the experience this time was not good, the service at Tangquanlou in Shangcheng District must be more exciting than here.

He asked embarrassedly: "Then, what specific opportunity are you waiting for?"

Feng Xiuhu had already made up his mind and said firmly, "When I officially take office tomorrow, I'll find an opportunity to sell that painting!"

"I wonder if that painting can buy a house in the upper city."

Feng Xiuhu was unsure, so Shunzi reminded her, "You can ask Boss Xiong to take a look. She's knowledgeable and discerning, and should be able to determine the painting's value."

Feng Xiuhu understood immediately and clapped his hands happily, saying, "Good idea! She actually runs a bidding agency. If it's valuable, we can ask her to help sell it."

Shunzi was still a little worried: "But that painting is the private property of the church. If Big Brother really sells it, nothing will happen, right?"

"What could possibly happen?" Feng Xiuhu waved his hand, unconcerned. "I have the final say in the Holy Church now. Not only am I going to sell the painting, I'm also planning on getting you into the church and making you a priest."

Shunzi was overjoyed: "Really? I—I can be a deacon?"

Feng Xiuhu looked at him and hesitated: "If that doesn't work, the Divine Guards will do."

Shunzi didn't despise it and was still excited: "The Divine Guards are also okay!"

The two chatted about the future and before they knew it, they were almost home.

Suddenly a voice shouted from a distance: "Feng Xiuhu!"

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw Mike running towards him with an anxious look on his face.

Feng Xiuhu greeted him with a smile: "Come to visit again?"

Mike had no time for jokes. He ran over and spoke quickly, "Someone told me that when Lu Hongxi learned of Paul's death, he was so angry that he vomited blood. He was so furious that he threatened to perish with you!"

Feng Xiuhu was surprised and said, "You are so well-informed. You know everything about other people's families?"

Mike explained, "There are many nobles in the Upper City, and their servants often make extra money by selling gossip about the nobles' homes. I know many of them well."

He slapped his thigh and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. You better be careful."

"I heard the news in the afternoon. I couldn't find you at home, so I was planning to go to the hot spring house to look for you."

Feng Xiuhu pondered for a moment, "Isn't this unfairly accusing a good person? What does Paul's failed breakthrough have to do with me? Why is Lu Hongxi asking me for an explanation? Is Yu Kehu trying to smear me?"

Mike shook his head. "I don't know about that, but I heard that Bishop Yuke didn't stay at the Lu family for long before leaving. He didn't even stay for lunch."

Feng Xiuhu sneered, "If he really wanted to throw dirty water, it wouldn't take much more than a few words. But who is he, Lu Hongxi? Is he worthy of being destroyed with me?"

"His son is already dead. How dare he kill a church priest for a dead man? Unless he doesn't want to live anymore."

Mike also nodded in agreement: "Lu Hongxi is indeed not a brave man, but the feud is firmly established. Even if he doesn't dare to kill him, you have to be careful and guard against his sneaky tricks."

Feng Xiuhu patted Mike's shoulder: "I'm indebted to you for this..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Suddenly, Shunzi roared, "Brother, be careful!"

Before Feng Xiuhu could react, Shunzi pushed him hard and he collided with Mike and flew out.

boom--!
Feng Xiuhu heard the gunshot.

(End of this chapter)