A cold wind suddenly entered the warm hall, and everyone couldn't help but shiver, but what made them even more frightened was the uninvited guest standing at the door.
This guy is really tall.
Using Western measurements, he must be six feet tall.
He wears a black and yellow dog-skin hat, and his hair is more than three inches long.
He wears a bare sheepskin jacket, and a big belt tied around his waist, which is very tight.
The ground, showing a slender waist and back, extra energetic, wearing a pair of yellow woolen breeches and leather-toed leather shoes, the people in the room were shocked when they saw it.
This is not the attire of ordinary Beijing men.
Only foreigners wear such dog-skin hats.
Yellow woolen breeches are not something ordinary people with flat heads can wear.
Everyone knows that they are the attire of an officer with riding boots.
Wearing this mix and match, it reveals There is only one identity that comes out, and that is the beard from outside Guan.
Beards are bandits, and things are not peaceful outside the customs.
Old Maozi and little Japanese are fighting each other.
Bandits are rampant on the ground, and there are many heroes with good marksmanship and courage.
But those are all things north of Shanhaiguan.
Why did you come to my hometown?
The Ma family's house is here.
"Hello, everyone, I'm going to change my name, but I won't change my surname.
The hero of Guandong is the little white dragon with two guns and quick legs.
Don't be afraid, everyone.
I'm here to wish you a happy birthday.
The guy in the police uniform put his hands on the table. , don’t touch the gun, it will be bad if you misunderstand.”
As soon as these words were said, everyone in the room fell silent, and the only sound was the beeping and burning of coals in the white copper stove.
Ma Laowu originally wanted to touch the gun, but after hearing what the person said, he quickly put it on the table.
He knew very well that these beards outside the customs were very powerful.
They didn’t need to aim when shooting.
If they said they’d hit you in the left eye, they wouldn’t hit the right eye.
Then It's all about the ability to hit the target with bullets.
I can bully thieves with my little ability, but I don't dare to show it off in front of the beard.
Maybe I'll use it on myself first, and then I can get a headshot with a bullet and then I'll eat whatever I want.
It doesn't smell good anymore.
Mr.
Ma could still keep his composure.
He had seen too many things in his life, including the Eight-Power Allied Forces, the Boxers, Yuan Shikai's Beiyang Army, Zhang Xun's braided soldiers, and he had only passed five emperors: Xianfeng, Tongzhi, Guangxu, Emperor Xuantong and Emperor Hongxian were brought with him.
He had never seen anything.
A little bandit from outside the customs was like a gangster in front of Mr.
Ma.
He had no access.
The old man coughed dryly and stood up, still holding a glass of wine in his hand.
His wrist did not move at all, which was called calmness.
"Hero, since you are here, you are a guest.
Let's sit down and have a drink.
Mother Wang, please bring me some greetings."
The old man's magnanimity and courage impressed everyone, and they felt a little more at ease.
The servant brought a chair over and presented him with chopsticks, spoons, wine glasses, bones and saucers.
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Chen Zikun did not hesitate, sat down and picked up the wine glass and filled it himself: "Mr.
Ma, I wish you a happy old age, I will do it first as a token of respect."
With a sizzling sound, he finished his wine, picked up the silver-tipped ebony chopsticks, picked up the big piece of meat and said hello.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, thinking that this bandit must be the reincarnation of a starving ghost.
Chen Zikun didn't care about that.
He had run all over Xiangshan Mountain today, and his legs were almost broken from fatigue.
He didn't have enough water and rice to soak his teeth all day long.
If he didn't put some food on his stomach, he wouldn't be able to run, let alone fight.
Taking advantage of the time when the bandits were immersed in eating, Mr.
Ma signaled his servants to go out and call for reinforcements.
Watching Wang Ma go out, everyone was convinced.
Officer Li felt that on this occasion, as a law enforcement officer on the ground in the capital, he seemed to have nothing to say.
It didn't make sense, so he took out a pack of Sanbaotai cigarettes and asked reservedly: "Hero, do you smoke?"
"Smoking, why don't you smoke."
Chen Zikun took the whole box of cigarettes over.
He was quite disciplined.
He first gave one to Ma Shihai, then to everyone present, and finally took their turn.
He came to himself, touched his body, and said to himself: "I didn't bring a match."
Officer Li was just about to take out his match when he saw the bearded man stand up and walk to the white copper stove in the center of the room.
He took away the white iron kettle that was simmering on it.
In full view of everyone, he actually put his hand into the blazing stove.
He just took out a piece of red coal from the furnace.
"Come on, old man, I'll light some for you."
Chen Zikun's expression didn't change.
He held the charcoal and handed it directly to Mr.
Ma.
Everyone smelled the smell of burnt flesh and their expressions changed greatly.
Ma Shihai was secretly worried.
This set of tricks was not uncommon.
Those gangsters from Tianjin Wei were more ruthless than this, but they only dared to torture themselves.
He admitted that he could not understand the way of the hero in front of him, so he had to He lit the charcoal fire and lit the cigarette.
Chen Zikun continued to light cigarettes for everyone with the charcoal fire.
The charcoal fire made his palms sizzle, but he still had a smile on his face.
Is this guy still human?
After ordering in a circle, Chen Zikun finally ordered it for himself, but still holding the piece of charcoal in his hand, he muttered: "Brother, I have a heavy mouth.
Today's food is not very tasty."
As he spoke, he threw the charcoal into his mouth and started chewing it.
Everyone was horrified to see him, and the sound of him chewing charcoal could be heard in the room, and finally he drank it with a sip of wine.
In fact, Chen Zikun was not sure at this moment.
It was the first time for him to go to a meeting alone for business.
In the past, he only heard similar jokes from the big brothers in the gang.
Today, he just followed the example of a gourd and showed it off.
It was normal to grab the charcoal with his hands.
There is no falsehood in Erba Jing.
The people here are all famous gangsters in the capital.
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It is definitely not possible to play the deceptive trick of Tianqiao in front of them.
My hands were so hot that it hurt, but I had to pretend to be indifferent on my face.
It was really a kind of torture.
However, there was only one way to go now.
Otherwise, if I used this hand to calm them down, they might not even be able to speak.
No chance.
The Ma family has a bad reputation.
The five brothers are like wolves and tigers, and there are no less than dozens of thugs and bodyguards.
Chen Zikun is covered in iron and can drive a few nails.
Even if he rescues Xing'er and offends the Ma family, he will never expect peace in his life, so You can only outwit but not attack by force.
He lowered his head to eat vegetables and drink vigorously, which made the young and old of the Ma family confused.
Ma Shihai's face was uncertain, and he finally couldn't help but said: "Hero, since you have this intention, my surname is Ma as well." , Come here, bring some money for the hero."
The servant brought a tray with thirty silver dollars in it and a stack of Bank of China banknotes, which was at least a hundred and ten dollars.
This much money should be more than enough to send a bandit away.
But the little white dragon with two spears and quick legs didn't even look at it and continued to eat and drink.
The gloomy look on Ma Shihai's face became darker and he winked at Lao Wu.
"Boy, what do you want to do?
Just draw out whatever you want.
Stop fucking bluffing.
Do you think I, Ma Lao Wu, am scared?"
Lao Wu slapped the table, his wine glass and chopsticks shook, and he suddenly stood up. , stepped on the chair with one leg, rested his right hand on the wooden box of the cannon, and stared at Chen Zikun with both eyes.
Chen Zikun was biting into a chicken leg.
He was enjoying the meal and ignored Ma Laowu at all.
After chewing the chicken leg clean, he wiped his hands on his leather jacket and said calmly: "I first arrived in this precious land.
It was my fault to visit my house, but my house had no business in tying up my unmarried daughter-in-law.
The hatred of killing my father and taking away my wife.
If I could swallow this, am I still a fucking man?
" With these last words, he suddenly became powerful, his voice was like thunder, and he slapped his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan on the table.
All the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks shook, and even the wine in the large white porcelain wine glass in front of Ma Shihai spilled out.
Ma Laowu trembled and almost pulled out his gun.
His hand was halfway outstretched, but he was frightened back by the fierce light in Chen Zikun's eyes.
Ma Shihai finally understood what was going on.
He was so annoyed that his second brother was so unreliable in his work.
Buying a big girl could bring so many troubles.
It was not good to offend anyone, but he got offended by a big bandit.
But what makes him even more angry is that this foreigner dares to run wild on his own land.
What happened to the bandits?
I have seen them a lot.
When I went to war with the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, you didn't know where you were playing with mud.
Well, no matter what kind of hero he is, when he comes to the ground in Beijing, he has to be coiled up for me, and he has to lie down for me for the tiger.
Originally, he thought that the other party was just here to have a good time, and could get away after asking for a hundred dollars at most.
If that was the case, the Ma family would not be in trouble.
After all, it was better to dissolve enemies than to marry them, but the other party actually came to ask for the concubine he had just married.
That It's just a slap in the face.
Ma Shihai has lived to be almost seventy years old, and all he wants is face.
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If someone snatches his new wife away at the birthday banquet, then no one with the surname Ma will hang around in Beijing from now on. , can’t afford to lose that person Thinking of this, the old man stood up slowly and asked his second son: "Second son, how did your father teach you how to bully men and dominate women?"
Father and son are connected.
Of course Ma Laoer knew what his father meant.
He quickly took out a contract of prostitution from his arms and said: "Dad, you have wronged me.
It is white with black words and red handprints.
This girl is the one I got from her father."
I bought it from Sanpi.
Even if the lawsuit goes to Dali Temple, we will still be able to handle it."
Ma Shihai glanced at his second son with satisfaction and said: "Hero, you heard it, our family never does that kind of thing.
As for the daughter-in-law you said is your unmarried daughter, does it have the orders of the parents and the words of the matchmaker?"
This statement stopped Chen Zikun from questioning him.
He said that Xing'er was his unmarried daughter-in-law, and he just wanted to outsmart others in terms of theory, but instead he set a trap for himself.
They were contracting to buy and sell people, and he couldn't take it.
The marriage certificate is here.
"Hahaha" Chen Zikun looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing, which made everyone in the Ma family puzzled.
The laughter stopped suddenly, and Chen Zikun said coldly: "What the fuck, do you think my little white dragon with two spears and quick legs is a good citizen who eats fast and chants Buddha's name?
If my parents ordered me to be a matchmaker, I would still be sitting here I'll stop talking nonsense with you here.
Your house was set on fire.
I and Xing'er are in love, and they are about to take her to enjoy happiness outside the customs.
What kind of dog is Chen Sanpi, and he is qualified to sell his daughter.
I don't like nonsense, so I just want to ask you, it's a friend.
Still not paying” Ma Shihai looked at the swaying figures outside the window and knew that reinforcements had arrived.
His confidence increased and he said coldly: "So what if we don't hand over":