Chapter 202: Disaster

One was eager to go home to visit his father, and the other was ill. When Wang Maoru came to Tianjin, he was surprised that Fang Hongxin had found a talent for himself? Where did the talent go?

When they saw the younger brother, Wang Maoru was very happy, but Jin Xiushan was still innocent and didn't care about politics at all. He talked more about his movie dreams. When talking about movies, he was frowning when talking about careers after returning to China. When the two talked, they learned that Zhang Hongyang was still sick in Tianjin. Wang Maoru asked Jin Xiushan to wait for him to come to Beijing. Two days later, when Wang Maoru saw the talent that Fang Hongxin said, he looked sick and lay in the hotel of the Edward Hotel, with his eyes blank and humming in English or Cantonese. Seeing Wang Maoru, Zhang Hongyang barely raised his eyes and closed it, and hummed for a moment, unable to lift his energy.

Jin Xiushan said anxiously: "Jack Zhang, **oss is here, hurry up and be more energetic."

Zhang Hongyang thought that he would invite Zhuge Liang to visit the cottage three times. I am a returning overseas Chinese and a financial talent. Why shouldn't I be so angry? Otherwise, I would give up and stop me.

"This is not OK. I'm terminally ill. These are all dying people. What an international joke." Wang Maoru looked carefully. This guy was holding the air. Well, no matter how you handle it, I'll give you a warning first, and then turn around and say, "Wuresong, take it out and bury it. Don't forget to use mats and coffins, it's too expensive."

Zhang Hongyang glared at him and almost passed by. Don’t use a coffin or a mat. Can’t I use a coffin?

"Well." Guard Wuresong was a minority guy. He was honest and did not care about his orders after hearing the orders. He immediately walked to the bed and lifted the quilt. The cold wind blew on Zhang Hongyang's pajamas. Zhang Hongyang was clever and was about to speak, but Wuresong grabbed his arm. Before he could react, Wuresong threw it away again, and Zhang Hongyang's thin body hit Wuresong's shoulders. Zhang Hongyang, who was carrying only one hundred pounds, didn't take it seriously and asked silly: "Master, where are you buried? I think there is a good place in the backyard, it is a dry well. The depth is also right."

"No. If people still drink water in the future, you can find a place, and the mass grave outside the city is fine." Wang Maoru said deliberately, looking at Zhang Hongyang with his eyes squinted. Seeing that the boy was shocked, he said, "Hey, you said Fang Hongxin, why did you find a sick person for me? No matter how big a talent is, this disease is nothing. It's better to bury it early. By the way, let's go eat hot pot."

Zhang Hongyang immediately shouted with great energy: "I'm cured from my illness, I'm cured from my illness. I'm definitely cured." He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat. The illness was really cured.

Wang Maoru and others laughed, "Come on, let go of him, Wuresong." Wuresong threw him on the bed and thumped. Zhang Hongyang only came back halfway through the three souls and seven spirits, and finally he didn't have to be buried alive.

Zhang Hongyang was indeed scared. More than a dozen strong men in military uniforms surrounded him and looked at him fiercely. First, a tall man was still sneering. This was not the boss, he was simply a bandit. He stammered: "Boss, are you doing the verge?" He was from Guangdong. His parents were sold to the United States by selling piglets, so everyone could barely understand what the Northern dialect said. Wang Maoru traveled around the country. Although he could not speak all the dialects in various places, he could understand them. He said: "Brother Xiushan didn't tell you my identity?"

"Qu said that you have money, power and power." Zhang Hongyang said.

"I am a warlord." Wang Maoru said.

"Boss, are you a warlord?" Zhang Hongyang's eyes widened.

Wang Maoru patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "So, you have a lot of room for development in the future."

Zhang Hongyang screamed and looked back at Jin Xiushan, cursing, "Jin Xiushan, I, Pu, your mother!" Jin Xiushan hurried to the door. Brother Wang became a warlord, which was really different from before. His temper... he would always bury people. Even if he had ten lives, he was not enough. He was thinking about whether he had joined the wrong party? It would be better to go back to his hometown to be a clerk. He would take one step at a time and follow Boss Wang to have many opportunities for promotion, but if he was unhappy one day, he would not remember the relationship between the same boat... Besides, how strong can the relationship between the same boat be. Thinking about it, Wang Maoru in the hall asked Zhang Hongyang to take care of his illness, and to find him in a few days, he said to Jin Xiushan: "You should be an adjutant first, learn from Wei Dongling and change your problems."

Jin Xiushan said embarrassedly, Wang Maoru said, "I heard that you learned to smoke big cigarettes when you come back?" Jin Xiushan hurriedly said, "I am a decent person in my hometown, but I am not addicted to socializing. Wang Maoru said, "I am so decent, I am so slim in my face, just like a stubborn person, I am so angry that I am so thin. You are here to join me and be my little brother, I can't treat you badly. But don't embarrass me, do you know?"

"I know, I know." Jin Xiushan dared to object, and he was half regretful and half expectant. From then on, he became a man from the warlords. Will he carry a gun? Will he ride a tall horse, will he wear red and green? What government is there? Where can the government have the prestige of an official army? But what should I do if my own film career? Yes, isn't what I learned in three years useless? I was thinking about everything, but when they left, they wanted to raise their legs and follow him. But he saw a tall man coming over and said, "I am the deputy chief Wei Dongling. The commander has given you a task and give you a favor. Look forward to Zhang Hongyang and let him get sick quickly."

"Ah? I'm serving that ancestor?" Jin Xiushan cried and said, "I've cheated this little Guangdong, and I'll see how the boy dealt with him."

After a few days of rest, under Jin Xiushan's "careful care", Zhang Hongyang finally recovered. In addition to being scared to the cold sweat that day, Wang Maoru found him a nurse with a nurse of foreign women, with a daily companion fee of fifty dollars. The foreign women also knew who was the customer. Jin Xiushan was obviously a errand. Although he winked, he ignored this person and took full care of Zhang Hongyang.

Although Zhang Hongyang has seen many blonde and blue-eyed foreign girls in the United States, foreigners look down on Chinese people abroad and do not even do prostitutes in Chinese business. Unexpectedly, there are foreign women who will serve them when they return to China. When they are in a good mood, they are in good condition and their health will naturally recover. Seeing Zhang Hongyang sitting in front of him and looking a little restrained, Wang Maoru asked with a smile: "Have you worked at Standard Chartered Bank? Are you still a graduate of Yale University?"

"Yes, not all." This time, I stopped speaking Cantonese again. After seeing Jin Xiushan again, Zhang Hongyang was moved by Jin Xiushan and decided to be Wang Maoru's aide. Not everyone can become ambitious in this era, and some people can climb on a big tree and soar to the forefront. He knew that no matter how he was a young man who was not very good in the United States returned to China, he would only be a bank employee who earned more than a dozen dollars a month or a comprador translator of a foreign company. He was unwilling to be so confused all his life, and he hoped that he could make great efforts in the Republic of China. But in reality, no one would appoint a young boy like him. Although Hulunbuir's guards had few soldiers, who knew whether he would soar into the sky? He always emphasized speculation in everything, and he should not lose his chances.

“How to say it?”

Zhang Hongyang said: "I used to take classes at Yale University, but after a long time, I was kicked out because of my Chinese identity. I only worked on Wall Street for a year and then left."

"That's not bad," Wang Maoru smiled and said, "As far as I know, Yale University is the cradle of American politicians. What major do you listen to when you go to a class?"

"Major in Economic Relations." Zhang Hongyang said shyly.

"Are you on Wall Street, New York or something?"

Zhang Hongyang sighed and said, "I wonder if sir knows the Kiri Act?"

"Sorry, I have been to Europe before, but I have never been to the United States." Wang Maoruhu said that he traveled through time and traveled to Europe twice, but he did not have money to go to Europe in his previous life. He used half-baked English to fool these people who had never been abroad, but he would definitely reveal his talents when he met someone who was really talented.

Zhang Hongyang did not ask him about Europe and the United States, and explained: "This bill is actually the American anti-Chinese bill. Americans only allow Chinese people to work in the lowest level of servants in the United States. In places like Wall Street, non-white people cannot enter. Moreover, once Asian Chinese in the United States conflict with white people and are killed in time, as long as white people make any excuses, they will not be guilty. My classmate found a cheap job on Wall Street, and was shot and killed by a banker because of a quarrel with others. Afterwards, we went to the government to ask for his life. The explanation they gave us was that my classmate was crazy and had an aggressive mental disorder. My classmate is from Shanghai. Although he likes to offend people, he is timid by things by nature. Moreover, from the six years since we knew about it, he was killed by Americans inexplicably. What human rights can we Chinese have? Alas, no, no!"

Wang Maoru stood up, walked over and patted his shoulder, and said, "Sorry, compared to Chinese in the United States, Chinese in Europe are treated better."

"Yes, Europe is pretty good." Zhang Hongyang said silently.

The Chinese in this era discriminated against people all over the world because of the weak country. This discrimination lasted for a hundred years. Wang Maoru couldn't help but feel sank in his heart. He thought that after a hundred years, Europe not only sanctions China, the United States sanctions, Japan and South Korea repeatedly provoked, and even those small countries in Southeast Asia slaughtered Chinese from time to time. This is all because the motherland is not strong. The country is not strong, not only reflected in wealth, but also in spirit. For some historical reasons, the last backbone of the Chinese people was also broken. They must live honestly every day and live on their knees. Thinking of this, Wang Maoru even more resented the Russians. When the Russian nation has the opportunity to burn all the Russians.

Seeing Zhang Hongyang looking at him in confusion, Wang Maoru took back his thoughts and asked, "Actually, I want to ask Mr. Zhang that there is a way to make money. I am a martial artist, and I have no way to make money, so I can only live in vain." To be continued...
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