The leading guy who was thrown down by Yang Xiaolin struggled to stand up, ran to the side of a person, and muttered something. The man was wearing a French military uniform, and the color and style of the military uniform were different from the others, and he must have been an officer. Yang Xiaolin found that the guy's eyes were getting more and more vicious, and he was now looking for a new route to escape. But those Ah San have begun to slowly surround them. Yang Xiaolin spat at the corner of his mouth: "Damn, I'm careless!" ”

He adjusted his breathing, then retreated to the toilet door to prepare for a desperate fight. It's not that he can beat thirty people, but in this position, he can put at least one one! Yang Xiaolin is okay to fight, but can he fight thirty? That's the level of chivalry!

The Indian officer walked in the front, staring at Yang Xiaolin with his eyes, the distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, just when the officer was about to approach the toilet door, when Yang Xiaolin was about to fight, suddenly a black shadow flashed over, blocking between the officer and Yang Xiaolin, like a huge chimpanzee!

"Get out of the way, I want to pee."

Nyerere whispered, and Yang Xiaolin flashed half of his body and let him in first. Nyerere's appearance was so sudden that both Yang Xiaolin and the Indian officer were a little overwhelmed. A dozen black soldiers followed Nyerere in, filling a small toilet to the brim.

The Indian officer said something, and Nyerere ignored him. Looking at Ah San, who was still squatting inside, he suddenly smiled, and said to Yang Xiaolin: "Friend, it's not good for you to be like this, let him come up." ”

Yang Xiaolin didn't say anything, Nyerere shook his head at the guy in the manure tank, and the guy climbed up and went to his team with a smell, but those Ah San avoided him one by one in fear.

Nyerere pulled out the blackest part of his body, whistling as he released the water. He didn't wash his hands after he finished, and when he walked to the door, he hugged Yang Xiaolin's shoulder: "Let's go." ”

The Indian officer was stunned for a moment, and was still in front of Nyerere, but as soon as Nyerere's eyes flashed fiercely, more than a dozen black men followed Nyerere, and a few jumped out of the toilet as soon as they climbed over the wall.

Ah San obviously didn't dare to fight with these chimpanzees, and when they saw Nyerere pull out this jiashi, they flashed to the side. In this way, Yang Xiaolin met a group of friends on the first day of the French Embassy and made a group of enemies.

In the evening, he did not go back to see Biaozi and them, but stayed in the embassy. Maybe the meal cooked at noon was too delicious, and Minister Sherley was still unsatisfied, and he still had to eat Chinese rice in the evening. So Wu Daoliang prepared a house for Yang Xiaolin.

Fortunately, Biaozi and Erpolezi are professional bandits, and they are very good at doing such things, so they don't need Yang Xiaolin to point out what to pay attention to. After dinner, Yang Xiaolin accepted Nyerere's invitation very casually and went to a bar in the eastern suburbs to drink together.

To be honest, Yang Xiaolin doesn't like the atmosphere of the bar very much, it's too noisy. In the 21st century, he generally doesn't go to such places, not because he's a police officer, and he really doesn't like it.

But in the past, when there was nothing to do, you could play with the computer, spray with the angry young netizens on the military forum, or tinker with your own model gun, but in this era, there is nothing to do except be in a daze, and there is nothing wrong with going out to look around and see every situation in the eastern suburbs.

This pub is owned by an Englishman, the construction of the eastern suburbs has just begun, the entertainment venue is not very perfect, as one of the few places where young people from all over the world can vent their emotions, it is very lively.

When Yang Xiaolin entered the door, Domliksava was holding the arm of a young Russian man and walking towards the bar. Yang Xiaolin had forgotten about this Russian girl who had only seen her once, and Domliksava obviously had no impression of Yang Xiaolin, and she tried to forget her memories in Liaoxi for a while, like forgetting a nightmare that frightened her. …,

What left her with a nightmare was the second pole that took away her first time, and the biaozi who surrounded her with a group of people, as for Yang Xiaolin, this person who only took a picture at the gate of the mine did not even exist in her nightmare.

The two men walked towards each other, looked at each other and looked away. Domliksava didn't want to walk side by side with the Chinese, so she pulled the Russian companion next to her and stopped for a while, and only after Yang Xiaolin went in did they enter the bar.

The bar was even more lively, there was no sound system in this era, there was a band playing a special stage, and there were many people on the dance floor dancing to the music.

Nyerere found a table and beckoned Yang Xiaolin to sit down, and the waiter quickly took a bottle of foreign wine, and Nyerere skillfully opened the bottle and poured a glass for Yang Xiaolin: "Lu, have a drink." ”

Yang Xiaolin raised the goblet in his hand and took a sip, the foreign wine was a little out of his taste. Nyerere obviously saw something, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Yang Xiaolin's performance: "Come on, take out the strength of your fight and drink it all in one gulp." Don't save me money, because I don't know how long I'll be able to spend it. ”

After saying that, he drank it all by himself, Yang Xiaolin smiled, picked up the cup again, and drank it in one gulp: "I haven't asked you to help me?" ”

Nyerere shrugged his shoulders: "There's no reason, I see you're running very well, so when the thirty of them come together, I want to see if you can get rid of the thirty people." I just wanted to take you out of the bathroom, but I didn't expect them to have the courage to chase you, and I was so disappointed. ”

Of course, this is a joke, and Nyerere's Chinese joke is not very good, but Yang Xiaolin still smiled politely: "I want you to be xiexie, otherwise I will definitely be seriously injured now." ”

Nyerere pointed to the bottle of wine on the table and signaled Yang Xiaolin to pour it himself if he wanted to drink it: "To be honest, there are not many Chinese like you, and most of the other people in the embassy will swallow their anger if they are bullied, and you are the first to fight with them." Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble? ”

Yang Xiaolin's mouth smacked: "I'm afraid, but sometimes there are some things that you can avoid if you are not afraid of trouble." He peed on my shoes and I couldn't bear it. ”

Nyerere clearly agrees: "That's right. ”

Yang Xiaolin poured himself a glass of wine: "Nyerere, you speak Chinese very well, how many years have you been in China?" ”

Nyerere thought for a moment: "It's been three years, and I can speak not only Chinese, English, French, German, but also Russian. ”

Yang Xiaolin was stunned for a moment: "I admire you a little." ”

Nyerere shook his glass very casually: "What's this?" I'm just here for life. If we are mercenaries, we will follow the French to fight the British today, and tomorrow we may help the British to fight the French, just to survive. I have to listen to whoever I follow, so I have to learn from them. ”

Yang Xiaolin said: "I can understand, mercenaries are not easy to be, Nyerere, do you plan to continue like this forever?" ”

Nyerere smiled: "I don't want to live like this, I used to think when I was a mercenary, if I could, I would do business in the future, like those white people, I believe I will be successful." This idea was especially strong when I came to China, and I have now started to implement it! ”

He seemed very excited when he said this, and the corners of his mouth shook off at a guy next to him who was talking to someone else: "That guy's name is Robert, and he is a British scoundrel." In Britain, the poor didn't even have pants to wear, but after coming to China, he first snatched a very valuable antique from a Chinese family and used the funds to do transit trade. Lu, this kind of business is very good here in China, those Chinese merchants are looking for foreigners to cooperate everywhere, as long as they get a decent house and hang a sign of a trading company, they can sit at home and collect money. ”…,

Yang Xiaolin only understood after hearing this that the house of the Zhao family would be favored by foreigners. It was as if the man looking at the house was the Englishman named Robert.

He raised his glass: "Good business, when are you going to start doing it?" ”

Nyerere thought for a moment: "I don't know, my contract with the French has not expired yet, and I hope to have a French nationality at that time, so that it will be more convenient." ”

At this time, Yang Xiaolin suddenly heard Robert on the other side arguing with a guy, he didn't understand what it meant, looked at Nyerere with a smile on his face, and immediately asked, "What happened?" ”

Nyerere said: "The Englishman invited the Russian girl who had just come in to dance, and the person next to the girl was a military attaché in the Russian consulate, and he knew that the Englishman was a scoundrel, so he refused him for that one. The British are now arguing with him. ”

Yang Xiaolin was not interested in such a quarrel, but what Nyerere said next surprised him very much: "The British said that the Russians are all wine barrels and don't know anything but drinking, so they were beaten by a Chinese bandit in western Liaoning." ”

"Chinese bandits?"

"Don't you know? This incident made a big fuss a few days ago, and newspapers from all over the world published it, the bandit's name is Yang Xiaolin, nicknamed Yang Dagui, I heard that he killed thousands of people in Russia overnight, including hundreds of unarmed women and children, these white people all said that he was a beast! ”

Yang Xiaolin's heart was extremely shocked, he really didn't expect his reputation to spread so quickly, and he actually arrived in Beijing! And he wants to be a good person, even if he is a bandit, he rarely robs his house, and now he has been made to wear a "beast" hat on his head!

"What does he look like?"

Yang Xiaolin's biggest concern now is whether there is a portrait of him on the newspaper, and he can't wait to find a copy of the newspaper to read it immediately.

Nyerere shook his head: "I don't know, there is no photo of Yang beating ghosts in the newspaper, I heard that everyone who has seen him is dead." ”

Yang Xiaolin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it's good if there is no portrait, he is now Lu San, and Yang Fighting Ghost will not come out until it is time to come out.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he heard a faint commotion on his side, and turned his head to see that Robert was already fighting with the Russian, and the scene was so lively!

Nyerere seemed very excited at this time, blew a sharp slogan, and then jumped on the table to watch the excitement: "Lu, I like to watch white people fight!" ”

Fighting, apparently, is a feature of this bar, and the people drinking next to him are all making noise, at first it was Robert and the Russian who fought alone, but the Russian, although he was tall and horsey, was obviously not as experienced as the British hooligans, and his head was broken in a few clicks. Later, the Russians came up to help, and the British next to them naturally did not stand idly by, and jumped on the dance floor to help Robert, and a group fight began.

It wasn't until the patrol of the eastern suburbs came that the people who were fighting pulled away.

Yang Xiaolin also felt that it looked quite enjoyable next to him, and he and Nyerere were still a little unsatisfied when they came out of the bar, Nyerere kept talking to him about the scene of the two white men fighting, and discussed with Yang Xiaolin how to attack if they were one of the parties in the fight.

When talking about the excitement, Nyerere said: "If I could catch a white man one day and beat him hard, I would definitely beat him and never get up!" ”

When the two of them returned to the French Consulate, the door was actually locked, which made Nyerere a little stunned, and looked at his watch: "What's the matter?" They all locked the door at half past ten in the evening, weishenme so early today? ”…,

He looked up at the sentry inside the gate, and saw the figure of a guard standing there, and immediately shouted in French, and the guard heard and shone his searchlight at them, but did not immediately come down and open the door.

Nyerere was a little angry, and kicked it very hard with his foot, and the iron door was kicked by him with a loud bang!

At this time, the guards above reacted, but they did not come down. Yang Xiaolin heard him shout, and the muzzle of the gun was already pointed at Nyerere.

Yang Xiaolin hurriedly pulled Nyerere back a step: "Don't kick again, if you kick again, he will really shoot." ”

Nyerere's eyes were fixed on the guard above, anger and reluctance in his eyes. At this moment, the French nobleman appeared inside the gate, holding his head high, looking at Nyerere with haughty eyes, and began to say something.

It looked as if the French aristocrat was reprimanding Nyerere. From time to time, Nyerere made two remarks, but the arrogance of the nobleman was even more arrogant. This reprimand continued for more than half an hour, until then it was the Frenchman who chattered and Nyerere responded with silence. Yang Xiaolin felt that Nyerere beside him was already very angry.

Everyone has an impulse, and everyone has a reason to endure it. Nyerere's dream is to do business in China, and he needs a French citizen, so even if he is angry, he can only remain silent.

Zuihou estimated that the nobleman was a little thirsty, and finally stopped talking, so he opened the door and let them in. After entering the door, Nyerere didn't say anything, and strode towards his room, Yang Xiaolin also wanted to go back to the room, but was stopped by the French nobleman.

"Zhanzhu, are you the new Chinese chef today?"

This time he spoke Chinese, and Yang Xiaolin understood it.

This person's height is half a head taller than Yang Jiang, Yang Xiaolin's eyes must look up if he wants to see him, this posture makes Yang Xiaolin a little uncomfortable, and after looking at his appearance, he no longer looks at him: "Yes." ”

"I heard that you are very good at fighting, and today you beat seven guards alone in the back garden, is there such a thing?"

Yang Xiaolin knew in his heart that impulsiveness was always in trouble, but since he was impulsive at the beginning, he was ready to deal with trouble.

"They bullied me."

To Yang Xiaolin's surprise, the French nobleman didn't ask any more, but just said: "This is the French consulate, not the streets and alleys of your Qing Dynasty, you are not allowed to fight here in the future, if they trouble you again, you can report to me." Okay, you go to the kitchen and get me some supper, and remember to bring a bottle of wine. ”

Yang Xiaolin immediately understood that in the hearts of these arrogant white people, the status of Indian Asan was not at all different from that of the Chinese, and they were all looked down upon by them the same. If you want them to look up, you can't just wagging your tail behind white people like Ah San, you have to let these people know that you are better than them!