Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0396 Reading People
When Wang Chao Mahan saw that the justice maintenance machine had arrived, his sense of justice became even stronger. He waved his tactical baton and rushed towards the arrogant boy's bodyguard more fearlessly.
The evil represented by those bodyguards was like vampire zombies suppressed by silver. They froze there, not daring to move. They could only watch helplessly as the raindrops of justice washed away and cleansed their evil hearts.
In just a few moves, several bodyguards were knocked down.
Seeing his bodyguards all being knocked down, plus the five justice maintenance machines, the arrogant boy suddenly became scared.
"A good man will not suffer a loss in front of him. According to the current situation, even if I am beaten, it will be in vain. I'd better bow my head first." So he said to Li Zicheng: "My friend, I am really sorry. I just drank too much horse urine and said nonsense. Please forgive me."
There are no real fools among those who come from wealthy families. They act arrogantly because they think too highly of themselves and think that others are ants who can be manipulated and trampled at will. However, they also understand that a man who knows the times is a hero.
Now that he was awakened, he naturally knew what to do. Even though he wanted to kill Li Zicheng in his heart, he also knew that the most important thing at the moment was to protect himself.
As for revenge, we'll talk about it later.
But, is it really that cheap?
If apologies are useful, then what is the point of justice?
Li Zicheng walked up to the arrogant boy with an expressionless face, sneered, and quickly swung his hand towards the arrogant boy's left cheek with a crisp sound.
"ah!"
The arrogant boy let out a cry of pain, his face burning and his heart filled with humiliation.
In his own territory, in front of his friends, he was hit on the right cheek and then on the left cheek, which was a complete disgrace.
A surge of anger surged from his chest, and the anger split into two paths, one went straight to his brain, and the other went straight to his anus. However, he suppressed it and did not say anything harsh, but endured the pain and gave Li Zicheng a flattering smile.
"A barking dog never bites. It seems that it is not easy to make money here." Li Zicheng thought secretly in his heart.
But what had to be done had to be done, so he walked towards the other guys and kicked them a few times, then left with his bodyguards and five representatives of justice.
It was not until Li Zicheng and his men disappeared from their sight that the arrogant boy and the others around him breathed a sigh of relief.
One of them looked at the bodyguards who were still wailing on the ground and unable to get up. He said with lingering fear: "Damn it, the ones in the front can fight, and the ones in the back have guns. Who are they from?"
"Third Master, do you want to call the police? If it's any later they will be gone." Another person said, looking at the gloomy face of the arrogant boy.
The arrogant boy clenched his fists, his eyes full of cruelty, and said hatefully: "Don't call the police, as long as they are in London, we can find them out."
Two slaps have woken up the arrogant boy. He still understands the principle of planning before taking action. He still has to find out Li Zicheng's background first. If he can deal with him, he will do so. If he can't, he will just blame himself.
As for calling the police, he couldn't afford to lose face.
Calling the police would only make the matter worse. If the news got outside and other people knew that he was beaten in his own territory, how would he save face? His reputation in the family would also be affected, which was not what he wanted to see.
Besides, the police in London were busy with the coal miners' strike, so they had no time to come.
"hiss……"
He clenched his teeth unconsciously, tensed the muscles on his face, and when he touched the painful spot, he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Third Young Master, let's go to the hospital first." The follower beside him flattered.
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"I never get tired of reading about you a thousand times. Reading about you feels like March, a romantic season, an intoxicating poem, hmm..."
The CD player was playing the record that Nan Yi had bought not long ago. He was flipping through the report sent by Hunter. After reading it, he tapped his fingers on the table.
"Assessing the situation and being able to bend and stretch, a dog that can't bark is a bit like me, how interesting." Nan Yi said to himself: "Wu Zhenkai, what will you do next?"
While Nan Yi was thinking, the school beauty came to report that Wu Zaisheng had arrived.
"Ah Hao, today I will take you and Miss Dongyue to Chinatown for a good stroll." In the living room, Wu Zaisheng stood up from his chair and said when he saw Nan Yi appear.
"A Sheng, you came early." Nan Yi said with a smile.
"We have to go early. There are many interesting places in Juelu Street. Half a day is not enough."
"Okay, I'll go call Dongyue." Nan Yi said, and went upstairs to call Ueto Masami.
After a while, Nan Yi and Ueto Masami went downstairs together.
"How do we get there? Do you drive?"
"It's open. There's only one car."
"Then you lead the way, and we'll follow behind you."
"good."
Five cars shuttled through the bustling city of London and spent about an hour on the road. Finally, after the car turned a big corner, Wu Zaisheng's car slowly stopped and did not drive inside.
The car that Nan Yi and his group were traveling in also stopped, and everyone got out one by one.
Nan Yi looked around and didn't see any Chinese archway with a red base and gray accents.
There should be a plaque inlaid on the archway, with the four big characters "London Chinatown" written on it from right to left. There are also couplets on both sides, the top couplet is "Huatang is willing to buy Tao Gongye", and the bottom couplet is "The port is prosperous and the people are happy".
It seemed that the time had not yet come for the archway to be erected, rather than him remembering the wrong place.
Nan Yi still has a deep impression of the restaurant next door.
Wu Zaisheng came to Nan Yi and said, "Ah Hao, Miss Dongyue, the inside is Chinatown. Cars can't drive in, so you need to walk."
"Then we'll walk in."
Wu Zaisheng walked in front, introducing the situation in Chinatown to Nan Yi and the others along the way. Nan Yi also looked around.
The decoration styles of the shops on both sides of Juelu
Some shop signs are in pure Chinese, some are in pure English, and most are a combination of Chinese and English. Some are mainly in Chinese with English as a supplement, while others are mainly in English with Chinese as an embellishment.
Through the words on these signs, one can roughly guess who the potential customers of the store are .
It wasn’t long after the Spring Festival, and the atmosphere of the New Year was still there. Pairs of red lanterns were still hung next to the signs of many shops, and some shops had couplets posted on their doors, with the handwriting in flamboyant style, looking quite elaborate.
Nan Yi looked at several couplets in different fonts. It can be seen that they were probably written by one person. There must be a great calligrapher living in Chinatown.
Along the way, Nan Yi discovered that Chinatown has similarities with other Chinatowns, that is, the majority of shops are Chinese restaurants, which are connected one after another; occasionally there are grocery stores, barber shops, Chinese medicine stores and the like in between.
"Ah Hao, this is Juelu Street, where we Chinese live. Do you feel a sense of familiarity?"
Nan Yi nodded gently and said with emotion: "It feels more comfortable here."
"Haha, of course. You know we Chinese are nostalgic. Even though we have been here for so many years, there are some traditions that are deeply rooted in our bones that can never be erased."
"Indeed." Nan Yi nodded slightly to show his agreement.
"Let's go on, and I'll tell you about the history of Chinatown." Wu Zaisheng walked and introduced: "Ah Hao, in the past two hundred years, there have been more than 400,000 Chinese and overseas Chinese living in Eagle Country.
Although we are scattered all over the United States, as long as Chinatown exists, the connection between us Chinese will not be broken. Chinatown is the bond that connects us Chinese to each other.
Juelu Street is the place with the highest concentration of Chinese in the entire Eagle Country and also the largest Chinese settlement.
In the whole of Europe, this is not the largest, nor the oldest, but it is definitely the most traditional and .”
When he spoke, Wu Zaisheng's tone unconsciously carried a sense of pride, which made Nan Yi feel conflicted.
He didn't forget his traditions, didn't forget his roots, and didn't become a banana person. The more advantages Wu Zaisheng had, the more difficult it would be for Nan Yi.
As they walked along, Wu Zaisheng stopped from time to time to introduce the shops nearby to Nan Yi. From time to time, shop owners greeted Wu Zaisheng enthusiastically, and Wu Zaisheng also took the opportunity to introduce them to Nan Yi and others.
Wu Zaisheng didn't lie, he really knows everyone in Chinatown.
Before they knew it, Nan Yi and the others had reached the end of the street, and it was time for dinner.
"Ah Hao, we have already visited most of Chinatown. Let's go to my restaurant for dinner first, and then we will continue to visit in the afternoon."
"Okay, you are the host here, I will follow your wishes."
"Haha, my restaurant isn't here. We have to go to Regent Street."
"Oh." Nan Yi deliberately asked, "Is it because there are too many Chinese restaurants here that you opened a store on Regent Street to avoid competition?"
"I guess so." Wu Zaisheng said perfunctorily.
I walked back, got the car, and drove towards Regent Street again.
After another few dozen minutes, the car stopped in a parking space outside a store.
As soon as they got off the car, Nan Yi saw an old man in his sixties wearing a Tang suit coming towards him from a shop with a Jinggexuan sign.
"Young Master, why didn't you notify me when you came?" The old man said to Wu Zaisheng as he came to him.
"Uncle Liu, I'm going to Chinatown with my friends and I'm here for dinner." Wu Zaisheng said with a smile, "Ah Hao, let me introduce you, this is Uncle Liu, Liu Agui, my family's old housekeeper.
Uncle Liu, this is Song Zihao, and next to him is his girlfriend Dong Yuezi. They just came from Beijing not long ago and live next to my house. "
"Hello, Uncle Liu." Nan Yi bowed and greeted Liu Agui.
"Mr. Song, Miss Dongyue, hello, welcome to London." Liu Agui also politely greeted Nan Yi and the others.
It wasn't obvious just now, but as soon as Liu Agui said this, Nan Yi understood it. Although Liu Agui spoke Mandarin, he obviously mixed in the unique vocabulary of Weitou dialect.
Weitou dialect is the local dialect of Bao'an and Hong Kong New Territories. Although it also belongs to the Cantonese language family, it is actually slightly different. It is somewhat similar to the difference between Beijing dialect and Mandarin. People who don't understand Mandarin cannot tell the difference between Beijing dialect and Mandarin, but people who understand it can hear the difference.
"Uncle Liu, your accent sounds like you're from Shenzhen."
"Mr. Song has a very good hearing. I am indeed from Baoan, but not from the market town. I am from the countryside of Baoan."
"Oh, so that's the case." Nan Yi nodded, thinking slightly in his mind.
"Nan Yi, this is my restaurant, and it is now run by Uncle Liu." Wu Zaisheng explained again as they walked in.
Nan Yi raised his eyebrows and looked up at the shop in front of him. The door was decorated in a classical and elegant style using vermilion color. There was a sign hanging in the middle with the words Jingge Xuan written on it.
It turned out to be a Chinese restaurant with an ancient style.
"The name is nice, and the decoration is also nice." Nan Yi gave a thumbs up and said to Wu Zaisheng.
"Haha, please come in!"
Hearing Nan Yi's praise, Wu Zaisheng was delighted and made a gesture of invitation as he approached the door.
I followed Wu Zaisheng into Jinggexuan, and was welcomed to the second floor. I walked into an office and sat down on the sofa. After a while, two young women wearing Qing-style chǎng clothes came over with two trays.
The cloak was a women's clothing in the Qing Dynasty. The style of the cloak was similar to that of the shirt.
The shirt is a long gown with a round collar, right lapel, twisted collar, straight body, flat sleeves and no slits; the cloak has slits on the left and right sides that extend to the armpits. The top of the slits must be decorated with cloud heads, and the patterns on the cloak are more gorgeous, and the edging is more exquisite.
The two women put down the fruit platter and four teacups, bowed and left.
Whether from the clothing or the etiquette, Nan Yi can feel the decadent atmosphere of a wealthy Han family in the Qing Dynasty, with a hint of Manchu, and the smell of decadence in the mansion.
"Tea, please." Wu Zaisheng picked up the teacup and gestured to Nan Yi and the others, "Ahao, you don't have to be polite. Just treat this place as your own home."
"Yes, Mr. Song and Miss Dongyue, please don't be polite." Liu Agui, who was sitting next to them, also echoed.
