Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Chapter 123 Towards a New Era

The American wind howled past, and Shen Daniu sat calmly and composed in a grand chair.

Old Chen, on the other hand, had already cunningly hung his press pass around his neck and, dragging Zhou Lin along, hid among his American colleagues.

At first, Zhou Lin hesitated to leave Shen Daniu alone, but then a large group of men in Tang suits with raven-tail hairstyles suddenly appeared.

Remembering Shen Daniu'er's advice, Zhou Lin felt it was safer to follow Lao Chen.

Across from Shen Daniu, in the crowd.

The rat spirit hugged an even older rat spirit and kept crying out about Shen Daniu'er's inhumanity.

He said a few words and then spat out a glittering silver dumpling.

"Cough cough... He's a devil, he's the legendary Yellow Turban Warrior..."

"The old rat spirit waved his hand, stopping the restless young rat spirits behind him. He looked at the silent man sitting motionless on the armchair, his eyes dark and unfathomable."

Shen Mo felt that he had softened his heart and hadn't made sure he swallowed those glittering silver dumplings.

That son of a bitch actually vomited it up.

That bastard was bragging, saying that the silver pill was a real power pill, and that even though he ate so many, he didn't get a thing.

The older rat spirit, facing Shen Mo, first took a deep breath, then said: "I am a Manchu of the Qing Dynasty, a member of the Plain White Banner, the second-place scholar in the military examination of the 24th year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign, a First-Class Imperial Guard in charge of affairs at the Imperial Guard's Preparatory Office, a First-Class Imperial Guard with the head of the Imperial Guard, and concurrently serving as the Chief of the Imperial Guard. I am awarded the yellow riding jacket, a member of the Fuca clan, the son of Fuca Fulong, and the son of Fuca Fugui..."

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After speaking, the old man named Fugui took a long time to catch his breath before he could recover.

Shen Mo opened his mouth, afraid that he would say something that would kill him.

These titles are fine if they belong to this rich kid.

Shen Mo might still think highly of him, after all, he was once quite wealthy.

The Qing Dynasty has been gone for so many years, why are you, a son, getting so worked up?

The American journalists around were hearing such a long speech for the first time. Although they couldn't understand it, they felt it was very impressive.

Everyone applauded for the rat spirit, Fugui'er.

Encouraged by the foreigner, Fugui felt confident again.

He straightened his back, gave a group bow to the reporters around him, and then gestured to the large group of young men who had come with him.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the deafening sounds of gongs and drums and the crackling of firecrackers. What nearly made Shen Mo's eyes pop out of their sockets was that, taking advantage of the gongs and drums, the group of people actually started performing a lion dance.

Shen Mo had to admire the tricks these bastards had up their sleeves; they must have some skill to have survived in this place for so many years.

No matter what the topic, they can create a lively atmosphere for you.

After a busy day, a bunch of reporters took photos, and some even posed for group photos.

After receiving a round of applause, the old rat spirit finally withdrew its supernatural powers.

Shen Mo felt that the Qing Dynasty was finished, and these guys had to bear some responsibility for it.

The middle-aged rat spirit had just left when an old rat spirit appeared.

Either fight or sue.

There were two options, and these bastards chose the obtuse angle, turning themselves into a lion.

If you didn't know better, you'd think some shop in Chinatown had opened.

"All done?" Shen Mo asked coldly. "What are you trying to say?"

Fu Gui'er was furious that Shen Mo ignored his unusual opening remarks.

"You feverish joker, you have tarnished the reputation of us Chinese."

"It's also possible that he practiced the evil arts of the Yellow Turban Warriors."

"Today, I will represent the glory of our ancestors and show you the methods of the Sticky Pole Office in eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path."

"The Flying Guillotine Formation!"

A group of young people all pulled out a hat-like object from behind their backs, with a long iron chain attached to it.

The object was being snatched away by the young men with a loud whooshing sound. Perhaps they didn't control the distance well, because several iron chains got tangled together, whipping their own men until they were knocked over.

Seeing a hat that almost landed on the head of the old rat spirit Fugui, Shen Mo clicked his tongue.

Now he understands why the Empress Dowager was so obsessed.

Anyone who sees these guys is easily provoked.

The fall of the Qing Dynasty was entirely justified.

"Why So Serious?"

The media, large and small, in the United States have never been so unified.

Shen Mo, the Joker with a fever, the bastard Chinese guy who had a fling with Anne Hathaway, has completely entered the American public eye.

Upon receiving word, Warner immediately dispatched a large team to Shen Daniu'er's side.

The team's main components are security and lawyers.

Shen Mo thought he had gone too far, and Warner was afraid he would cause more trouble, so he sent someone to keep an eye on him.

Unexpectedly, the person in charge who came brought the most sincere respect from Warner's top management.

That is: "Can we make this even bigger—"

That damn Joker is Warner Bros.' cash cow. With his actions, he's saved Warner Bros. a fortune in advertising costs.

Warner's Vice President, Jeremy, called Shen Mo personally and told him not to worry about the aftermath, as Warner is an established company with a wide network of connections and a strong legal team.

The implication was that Shen Mo should take initiative, such as taking down another Blood Gang member, or engaging in a fight in Chinatown—just go for it.

Warner Bros. has the financial backing, so go ahead and do it.

The middle-aged man in the executive jacket was contacting Shen Mo for the first time since he had taken the donkey whip from Shen Mo.

That is, for those rat spirits, Shen Mo would be willing to fight them as long as it doesn't violate his principles.

This will allow outsiders to have a clear understanding of the current state of China and reduce the slanderous attacks against the Chinese people by these scoundrels.

Shen Danu rubbed his chin, watching Fugui'er prepare for his UFC pre-fight performance.

These guys were able to live quite comfortably after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, so they were definitely experts in judging the times.

If you can't beat them, then join them—the kind of joining who clings to someone's coattails and begs for their help.

Shen Danu felt that the old man's fur had turned completely white, and he looked exactly like his long-lost junior uncle. He must be his junior uncle.

Suddenly having an apprentice and a group of younger generations, Shen Mo felt a little melancholy.

Fu Gui was very excited to learn that Shen Mo was going to be a guest at the UFC and also become sworn brothers with the golden retriever.

Fu Gui'er volunteered to give Shen Mo a big celebration.

We're professionals at dragon and lion dances.

Our uncle's affairs are our own affairs.

Shen Mo waved to Fucha Fugui, and the old man nimbly ran over.

"Uncle, did you need something?"

"If you insist on recognizing me as your junior uncle, that's fine, but there are some conditions."

Fu Gui'er immediately became excited and blurted out, "Junior Uncle, just tell me what you need, no conditions required."

Pointing to Old Deng's raven tail, Shen Mo said, "Cut that off, and then he'll put on a show later."

He clutched his money rat tail and asked hesitantly, "What program?"

"Moving into a new era."