Chapter Twenty-Eight: Repression, Catharsis
Time flies quickly, and you don't have to count it, you just slip away from you. According to the speed of communication at that time, even if Ah Fa could quickly translate the manifest and instructions, it was impossible to send a letter and receive a reply quickly. Because many foreign merchants are far away from the ocean, thousands of miles away.
On this day, Ah Fa walked through the long crowded streets of the Public Concession, passing by narrow canals and alleys. As he walked past Molly, several faces stared at him with teasing glances by the door of a house. The rickshaw driver shouted in the pole to pull business: "Very clean, Portugal, Philippines, China, Japan, girl, which one do you want?" ”
Somehow, Ah Fa suddenly remembered the singer, and he frowned. The girls passed him with a desire to pass by, and touched his arm softly with their hands, and a shuddering disgust rose over him, and he quickened his pace and walked quickly.
Si Fei, Ah Fa came to this familiar again. There are also a lot of foreigners living here, of course, foreigners in the middle of Shanghai. At the other end of this line, the senior foreign companies who have made a fortune doing business in Shanghai are building independent garden houses, and it is estimated that it will soon become a high-end garden residential area. The Bund, the earliest and most prosperous place in the concession, is full of foreign banks and prosperous trade, and it is the place where the so-called gentlemen and rich people live.
Ah Fa's new residence is a house in the vicinity, which is much better than Jing'an Temple. There were gas lights, running water, toilets, and a large cellar. Among them, the cellar is the main reason why Ah Fa chose this house. It was being cleaned up by him into a secret room, and some application things were bought and put in, mainly some hardware tools and chemical reagents, as well as chemical experiment tools.
It is not necessary to use a gun to kill people, and although the use of a gun is straightforward, simple, and deterrent, it is also easy to expose. Poisons, although insidious and dark, are almost impossible to detect under the current level of technology and medical care. The conditions and knowledge are limited, and Ah Fa can't refine a pure poison, but if it is just to kill people, it doesn't matter if the dosage is a little larger.
Although he did not sign an employment contract with Qin Manguo, Ah Fa reached an agency agreement with Qin Manguo and took the first step towards an independent agent.
It is not an employment relationship, although it is still necessary to sell the goods of Qin Ji Trading Company to overseas foreign merchants, but Ah Fa has a lot of freedom and time. He can work in a house in Zhabei District, or he can take his work to his home. If the foreign merchant is interested, Ah Fa is responsible for correspondence, negotiation details, signing contracts, or receiving foreign businessmen.
Of course, in addition to expanding the scope of agents, Ah Fa is also paying attention to other projects, such as the idea of buying land and building factories.
It seems that everything is starting to get on the right track, but as Ah Fa sees more and more social phenomena, he feels more and more depressed and depressed in his heart. Living in the future generations, or overseas, how can I know that at this time of time, the life of the Chinese surname is miserable, seeing that the human life at this time is like a mustard, saying no, no, hunger, disease, gang fighting, murder and robbery...... In Shanghai, every day someone from the world leaves the world.
Will I become insensitive, even indifferent, over time? Ah Fa did not take a rickshaw today, but walked home on his legs. When he saw the rickshaw driver's thin legs and feet, or coughing and wheezing, or sweating like rain, he felt a sense of shame; Whenever he was surrounded by beggars, looking into those eager eyes, an indescribable guilt and pain would envelop him.
As soon as the novelty of the time passed by, waiting for the anxiety and worry and other emotions to make him abandon the way of life he was used to, and although that way of life has become a memory, the point is that nothing new can completely replace them at this time.
Suddenly, Ah Fa heard shouts and shouts coming from the street. Among them were the voices of angry and rough men, as well as the screams of women desperately resisting. He looked up and looked at it with a frown. On the other side of the horse, a woman cowered by the wall, two men were punching and kicking her, and people walked by, just staring with wide eyes and looking indifferent.
At this moment, the woman was beaten to her knees, and a fat guy was slapping her, while the other skinny grabbed her hair and flung her head for him to beat. The woman saw Ah Fa and suddenly screamed his name. Well, to be exact, she was calling "Mr. Chen" and begging him for help.
Ah Fa recognized that the woman who was beaten and covered in blood was the singer. For some reason, he rushed over with little hesitation, perhaps because the depression in his heart these days was urgently waiting to find a channel to vent.
Especially when he saw the singer's originally childish face become bloody, he felt even more angry and became extremely violent. He grabbed the thin head and neck from behind, and the strength was so great that the thin feet were off the ground, and the hand holding the singer couldn't help but let go, and because of suffocation, the hands and feet kept fluttering. Ah Fa shook it hard, threw the thin man to the ground, and kicked the thin body hard.
Fat Zheng raised his hand to hit the singer, and when he saw this, he stopped, and looked at Ah Fa blankly without expression, like a toad staring at people. The singer slowly raised her head, sobbed, touched the blood on her lips with her hand, and then lowered her head and looked at her fingertips in surprise, as if she didn't believe it.
Ah Fa stared at the fat man, and because of his anger, his mouth spewed out of his mouth, and he scolded loudly: "Get out, get out, you fat pig!" ”
The fat man stood motionless, his small eyes glaring at Ah Fa like opaque prayer beads, and then said slowly in a dull and hoarse voice: "This woman, this young woman is mine. ”
"Fart!" Ah Fa said fiercely and loudly, pointing his index finger at his chest, "My, understand? She's mine! ”
Fat stared at Ah Fa with a cold and arrogant attitude that bordered on majesty, his huge head shaking slightly, and the long braid hanging behind his head kept shaking.
Ah Fa clenched his fists, his stature, his physique, the strength he had regained, and the pistol he was carrying, made him feel full of courage and an urge to smash people.
"Let's go, let's go!" A short foreigner seemed to have been, but apparently he had seen what had happened, and said to Fat, "Otherwise, you will go to jail." ”
Ah Fa gave this foreigner a strange look, he didn't know this guy.
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