Chapter 116: The Ruthless Actor (24)
"Where are the people? Why are you the only one here?" Master Zhan asked Shi Sui, "Where did everyone else go?"
Shi Sui smiled and did not answer, but pushed him into the cold ancestral house.
"Come, Master, I have prepared the incense and candles for you."
Shi Sui handed three lit incense sticks to Mr. Zhan.
Mr. Zhan took the incense, held it high to his forehead, and bowed reverently to the tablets of his ancestors.
"I'm sorry I haven't come back to burn incense in such a long time... I pray that our ancestors will bless the descendants of the Zhan family with peace, success, and prosperity..."
After Mr. Zhan finished muttering, he inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner in front of the tablet.
Hey, how long has it been since I cleaned the incense burner ash? It's all clumped together...
Mr. Zhan used all his strength to press the incense sticks into the incense burner.
But when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he raised his head slightly and suddenly found that the tablet placed right in front of him was new.
The tablet is clearly engraved with:
The spirit tablet of the late father Zhan Yuanzheng
Zhan Yuanzheng is Mr. Zhan’s real name!
So just now... was he burning incense on himself? ! !
A burst of cold and gloomy energy quickly spread from the soles of Mr. Zhan's feet to his upper body.
He stared blankly at the strange tablet with his name on it, and was suddenly burned by the ash falling from the incense and candles.
"hiss--"
Master Zhan reacted and roared at Shi Sui in anger, "Who set up this tablet?! Where is Deyun? Where did he go?!"
Shisui smiled and said, "Yeah, where is your son? Maybe he's acting as bait..."
…
Of course, the father and son must be neat and tidy.
Mr. Zhan has a wheelchair, so of course his good son Zhan Deyun must have one too!
Zhan Deyun is now outside a warehouse where the British Concession and the International Settlement meet, preparing to exchange money for goods with Davis.
He didn't want to come.
His legs have been broken and he is paralyzed on one side. Why should he care about these trivial matters?
But Shi Sui threw the agreement he had signed with Davis in his face and said, "You signed this in your own name. It has nothing to do with the Zhan family. Go and deal with him. I have no objection to you selling yourself out or dying to atone for your sins. But don't involve me!"
His mother, the second wife, also advised him, "Good son, go ahead! Take over the opium, and then we'll find an opportunity to sell it. We'll double our profits! You can also use this opportunity to ask the British for asylum and rescue us from the Zhan family!"
Zhan Deyun was forced into a corner and had to sell all the valuables around him, even his mother's jewelry, and barely raised enough silver notes to buy 227 kilograms of opium.
Let’s take it one step at a time and see what happens after this month!
Even if he can't sell the opium, he can keep it for himself!
Forced to quit smoking these days, every night as soon as it gets dark, he feels as if millions of ants are crawling over his body. His whole body twitches, his nose runs, and he is in extreme pain.
But what made him feel the most terrible was that whenever he had a craving for cigarettes, Shi Sui would always order people to carry him to the yard, leaving him in an open space where dozens of servants from the Zhan family could watch and talk about him.
He is the second young master of the Zhan family!
I have never suffered such injustice!
Zhan Deyun was lying in a wheelchair with bandages wrapped around his body. He came to the transaction site accompanied by only one helper.
At this point, he still didn't know that the 227 jin he saw on the agreement was not the catty he had always thought of, but the kilogram used by the British.
227 kilograms, when converted, is actually 454 catties!
So when Davis took the silver notes presented by Zhan Deyun and counted them one by one, he became furious.
"We agreed to give you at least 500 pounds of opium every month! But you only paid me 250 pounds. What's that?!"
Zhan Deyun was confused and had no way to defend himself.
Davis shouted to his left and right, and his soldiers immediately raised their guns at Zhan Deyun.
Zhan Deyun raised his hands and begged for mercy in a humble tone: "Please don't kill me! How much money do I need? Give me some time, I'll go back and raise it for you right away!"
But Davis had no patience to listen to his explanation and ordered the soldiers to "shoot!"
At this critical moment, Miao Jue rushed to the scene in a car.
This was the first time she left Shisui and faced the ferocious British generals alone.
It’s a lie to say you’re not afraid, the other side is armed with real guns!
But Miao Jue took Shi Sui's instructions to heart...
"Jue'er, your mission is to lead Davis to the Zhan residence. If possible, it's best to save Zhan Deyun's life. He's a traitor, a heinous criminal... That's why we can't let him die at the hands of the British. He's not wronging the British, but our fellow countrymen! Only the Chinese can punish him and execute him!"
Miao Jue took a deep breath, opened the car door, and walked towards Davis calmly.
Davis had a very good impression of this girl who came back from Southeast Asia and spoke fluent English.
He immediately asked the soldiers to put down their guns.
Miao Jue pretended to be flustered and made the sign of the cross on his chest.
"Oh my god, I'm glad I'm not too late."
She communicated with Davis in English, explained the difference between "jin" and "kilogram", and said that Mr. Zhan had just been discharged from the hospital and discovered the mistake of his son Zhan Deyun, so he sent her to save the situation.
"My master would like to invite you to his house to pay you back for the goods and apologize to you in person."
The story Miao Jue told was very reasonable and his tone was sincere.
Davis did not suspect any trick, so he ordered his men to drive after her and go to the Zhan residence together.
If it weren't for this drama, Davis, who felt that his bloodline was superior, would never easily step into the Chinese mansion.
...Their convoy drove straight into the Zhan residence.
It was gradually getting dark.
Davis got out of the car, looked up at the big red lanterns all over the yard, and frowned slightly.
"Sir, Master Zhan is waiting for you. Please come this way~"
Several women dressed in red came forward to greet Davis, smiling and talking.
Davis was so happy that he didn't even notice that they...actually, none of them had feet...
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