Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 77 077 read wrong

But Feng Xiuhu is not an ordinary person. He does not recognize nobles or the government office, but only recognizes his own principles.

Obviously, the manager couldn't stand Feng Xiuhu's point here.

But the manager didn't think so. He only knew that the approval documents from the nobles and the government office were the most solid truth.

So he tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his lapel and unfolded it.

"Deacon Feng, please understand clearly. I'm not here to cause trouble today. These documents clearly state that a new elevator will be built in the base city for workers to go to and from work."

"Once the government approves, it's the whole of Fancheng's business. If you insist on stopping it, will there be any place for you to stand in Fancheng?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded and put the steward down. "I can't read. Can you read it to me?"

The steward thought that Feng Xiuhu had given in, so he spread out the paper on the table and read.

"I have learned that the factory area has submitted a request for the construction of an elevator. This government has received your attention."

The steward glanced at Feng Xiuhu carefully, and seeing that Feng Xiuhu looked normal, he continued reading.

"Elevators are facilities that provide convenience to the public..."

These words were just spoken.

boom!
Feng Xiuhu chopped down with his axe, chopping off the steward's little finger.

"what--!"

The steward cried out in pain, and blood stained the paper red.

He looked at Feng Xiuhu in disbelief.

Feng Xiuhu said seriously, "You read it wrong. This sentence clearly says, 'Elevators are facilities that exploit the people.'"

The steward's lips trembled and he didn't dare to refute.

Feng Xiuhu pointed at the document and said, "Keep reading."

The steward bent down tremblingly and said in a trembling voice, "...improving the efficiency of urban and rural construction will truly benefit the people."

boom!
Another axe chopped down, and the manager's ring finger and middle finger flew out together.

Despite the steward's cries and howls, Feng Xiuhu corrected him: "You're wrong again. This clearly says, 'Increasing the efficiency of oppression and cruelty is actually a move that benefits the nobles.'"

The steward sat on the ground, holding his injured hand in his arms, and looked at Feng Xiuhu with horror.

Feng Xiuhu picked him up and said, "Continue reading."

The steward cried out, "Deacon Feng! Master Feng! My dear grandfather!"

Feng Xiuhu patted his shoulder and said, "My dear grandson, if you don't study hard, don't blame me for punishing you."

The steward was at his wit's end, sobbing as he continued, "This is hereby granted... This is hereby granted, and the government office shall approve it."

Seeing Feng Xiuhu raise the axe again, the steward shuddered and cried, "Again, another mistake?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "Think about it again."

The steward stared at the paper intently, sweat dripping down his forehead, whether from pain or from holding back his breath. After a long pause, he finally tried to speak: "We...we hereby reject their request. The government office...no, no, Deacon Feng refuses to approve it?"

He cast a questioning look at Feng Xiuhu.

boom!
Feng Xiuhu chopped off his index finger again.

The steward rolled on the ground in pain, crying loudly: "What went wrong again?!"

Feng Xiuhu grinned and said, "Yes, this time it's a reward for you."

Feng Xiuhu bent down, grabbed the manager's ankle, and dragged him in front of the brothers.

Feng Xiuhu asked, "Do you understand everything?"

The brothers looked at each other.

Feng Xiuhu asked again, "Who has the final say in this city?"

Finally, someone understood. Someone in the crowd shouted, "The squad leader has the final say!" As soon as this was said, more people responded, "I understand! We all understand!"

Feng Xiuhu was satisfied. He clapped his hands and said, "Then why are you still standing there?"

The momentum is back.

The brothers rushed forward, ready to fight, and looked at the workers with hostile eyes.

Before, the manager came up and took out the approval document from the government office. The brothers were frightened and dared not act rashly, but Feng Xiuhu told them with practical actions that this approval document was bullshit. With him taking the lead, the brothers had the confidence to continue to act wildly.

A brother came forward to help Sanmazi untie the restraints. Sanmazi pushed away the brother who was supporting him, picked up a piece of broken porcelain and walked towards him with murderous intent.

Without saying a word, he squatted down and wiped the manager's neck.

Feng Xiuhu kicked him and made him fall over. "What's the matter with him being your relative? Why are you so eager to kill him?"

San Mazi rubbed his face and got up: "The squad leader is really thoughtful."

After saying that, he squatted down and cut the tendons of the manager's hands and feet in a few strokes.

At last he spat: "Pfft! You're just a bully, is it that easy to break into the city? Once you break in, don't even think about leaving!"

Suddenly, a brother not far away shouted, "The workers are running away!"

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw that many workers, realizing that the situation was not right, were scrambling to grab the rope ladder and climb up.

Fortunately, Feng Xiuhu was well prepared.

Shunzi put his finger in his mouth and whistled loudly.

Hempseed and Ermazi, who were guarding the wall, heard the signal and immediately cut the rope ladder.

The workers who were halfway up fell down screaming.

The steward, who had recovered a little, saw that the situation was hopeless, so he threw himself into despair, collapsed on the ground, and cursed: "Feng Xiuhu! You are courting death! Not only are you courting death yourself, but you are also causing so many people to die with you!"

Feng Xiuhu squatted down and said, "We've been talking for so long, but I still haven't asked for your name."

The steward glared at him fiercely. "I'm not worthy of your advice. My name is Zhong Siyuan, and I'm just a servant working for the master. I'm not worth Steward Feng's trouble to remember. But my benefactor is Lu Hongxi, the director of the Planning Department. You must remember this, or you'll end up dying a fool when you report to the Wheel of Reincarnation Heaven."

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "In this respect, you are not as good as Cheng Aimei. At least she knew to be polite to me when she came to my territory. You didn't deserve this punishment."

Picking up the axe, Feng Xiuhu used the blunt end to knock out Zhong Siyuan's teeth one by one.

"But don't worry. Just wait here and watch to see if your benefactor comes to rescue you and whether the elevator can be set up."

Feng Xiuhu was afraid that he would bite his tongue and commit suicide.

I overestimated him a little bit. Zhong Siyuan started crying and begging for mercy halfway through the knock, but his voice was already limp at this time, and Feng Xiuhu couldn't understand him even after he howled for a long time.

Feng Xiuhu had Zhong Siyuan hung in a conspicuous place against the wall.

Shunzi asked him, "Since you want to keep him alive, should we feed him some food and water every day?"

Feng Xiuhu kindly declined on Zhong Siyuan's behalf: "He's a precious child from the upper city. What if he gets sick from eating food from the lower city? Be careful he might blackmail you."

Shunzi tutted his lips and said, "But if I don't feed them anything, the wind is so strong at the seaside that they'll be blown into bacon in a few days."

Zhong Siyuan's face turned pale with fright.

Feng Xiuhu's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands, saying, "Bacon is great! It's almost the end of the year, and we haven't prepared it yet."

Zhong Siyuan's stomach churned as he heard this, and he vomited all over himself. He looked at Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi in horror: "You—you people from Dicheng actually eat people!?"

Feng Xiuhu looked at him with a smile: "Isn't this what I learned from you guys?"

Zhong Siyuan was completely terrified. He struggled mightily, but could only sway back and forth as he dangled in mid-air. "Feng Xiuhu! If you're a real man, you should be reasonable! We both agreed to the Owl Man going to work, but you're the one who's trying to get in the way and end up pleasing neither side! You've offended both sides, so what good is this for you?!"

Feng Xiuhu was stunned and asked, "What are you talking about? What do you mean I can't let the owl people go to work?"

“I clearly didn’t allow all the workers to go to work!”

PS: Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi would like to wish all the gentlemen a happy New Year, and hope that everyone can be a decent person in the new year!

(End of this chapter)