Wang Feng met with foreigners under Baoshan City a few days ago, Xu Naizhao and Wu Jianzhang couldn't interject, this time in the periphery of the concession, the same is true, but the two times are not without difference, the previous time, Xu Wu and the others were full of disdain, arrogant, and this time, standing far away, not daring to approach, for fear that the Taiping Army would suddenly rush in and catch them!

You must know that although rushing into the concession to arrest people will offend foreigners, Wang Feng is in debt and does not worry, even if the foreigners protest, what can he do? The lives of the two of them must be gone, but they seem to lose face when they leave, so they can only stand uneasily!

Taking advantage of the time when Wen Xian and the others were going to prepare, Wang Feng noticed Wu Jianzhang, and couldn't help laughing: "Lord Wu, how does that shot taste?" I heard that in addition to Liu Luoguo, there was no second crippled official in the Qing Dynasty, you are another person after fifty years, but Liu Luoguo was born as a jinshi, and he was promoted step by step to a university scholar, and you are an official who spent money to donate, if someone impeached Xianfeng, do you think this silver will be in vain? ”

"Flutter~~" Hong Xuanjiao couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, and slapped Wang Feng with a wink.

"Humph! The crime of bandits is extremely evil, sooner or later you will not die well, you have killed so many foreigners, it is going to be a catastrophe, it is better to wash your neck and wait for the foreigners to cut it! Wu Jianzhang was trembling with anger, and shouted with his neck raised!

Wang Feng snorted coldly: "Lord Wu, take you a dog's eye outside Baoshan City to show a light punishment, if you don't repent again, the next time you are bumped into by Lao Tzu, you will be killed!" As he spoke, he looked at Xu Naizhao again, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Xu, I hope that you can remove the siege of the Little Knife Society before dark, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" ”

Xu Naizhao's subconscious fear came to his heart, after all, Wang Feng killed nearly a thousand foreigners, and in the Qing-British War more than ten years ago, the Qing Dynasty killed 10,000 people, but the British army only killed 79 people, and the government and the opposition were suddenly shaken!

But Xu Naizhao immediately suppressed his fear and flicked his sleeves: "Don't be ashamed, you made Baoshan rob last time, do you think you can do it again?" This official returns to Jiading today, waiting for you to attack the city! ”

"Good! See you on the battlefield! Wang Feng nodded.

At this time, the foreigners who went to Baoshan to visit the captives had already taken their clothes, so Wang Feng hurried up and called to the refugees onlookers: "Are there compradors among you?" It is natural to work for foreigners and get money, but if anyone dares to sell opium~~ films, or be a traitor, relying on the power of foreigners to bully the poor people, don't blame me for liquidating them one by one when I take back the concession! ”

Among the onlookers and refugees, there were really nearly 100 compradors, and when they came into contact with Wang Feng's sharp gaze, they were all stunned, and they subconsciously held their breath, for fear of being recognized.

In fact, Wang Feng couldn't tell at all that the refugees who fled from Shanghai to the concession were almost all rich because Xiaodao would adopt the policy of killing the rich and helping the poor, and they were more decent in terms of dress, similar to compradors.

Wang Feng glanced at it slightly, beckoned, waited for the soldiers to lead the horses, and signaled: "Ladies and gentlemen, please, let's try to rush back to Baoshan before dark." ”

Wen Xian's side and his entourage had a total of sixteen people, and Wang Feng ordered two hundred soldiers to accompany him.

Galloping all the way, about late in the evening, Baoshan has appeared in front of him, Wang Feng walked into the city through the north gate, that is, the side that was destroyed by the Hermes, and from a distance, he saw that the city wall had not been repaired, but the bricks and rubble had been removed, and dozens of people were digging trenches.

Riding on the horse, Wang Feng said lightly: "Gentlemen, on that day, you bombarded the city wall with naval artillery without declaring war, resulting in the death of 823 of our soldiers and civilians, is this the spirit of the convention that your European countries are about to conclude?" ”

Wang Feng is pure nonsense, but the foreigners don't know, Alice didn't dare to look at Wang Feng with a weak heart, pretending to talk to Angelina and turned her face to the side, Wen Xian also looked very unnatural, and shrugged his shoulders: "It wasn't me and anyone present who commanded the Hermes at that time, but I still regret the civilian casualties and send condolences to their families." ”

"I can accept it!" What Wang Feng needs is Wen Xian's apology, which will put him on the moral high ground.

At this moment, Angelina, who had been staring ahead, suddenly screamed: "Wang Feng, you actually use prisoners of war for hard labor? This is too much! ”

Wen Xian also looked forward, and said with a calm face: "Mr. Wang Feng, please give us an explanation." ”

Wang Feng said disappreciatively: "Mr. Wen Xian, Miss Angelina, I don't support idlers, if you want to eat, you must pay labor, and you European countries also have a tradition of using prisoners of war labor, please don't use double standards."

In addition, as far as I know, the average British industrial worker works twelve hours a day, and a considerable part of them live in dark, damp, cramped, and poorly ventilated basements, taking Manchester as an example, the population of the city living in basements is about 20,000, and the average population density of each basement is 3.29, and you British capitalists employ a large number of child and female laborers, and their health deteriorates due to endless labor, they grow old early, die quickly, have no ability to read and write, and their morals are also degraded. Hardly anyone earns more than ten pounds a year, and many don't even reach eight, but the minimum you Brits spend on clothing is about six to seven pounds a year!

Half of the day of the British industrial workers is occupied by labour, and the income is only a shilling for the poor bastard, in exchange for a rough and unpalatable black bread to the belly, and then drag the tired body back to the dwelling where there is no light of day, and hurry to sleep, and the next day before dawn will begin to toil again day after day, year after year!

What is the meaning of their lives? Is it to squeeze surplus value for the capitalists like crazy? Produce goods at the lowest cost and dump them in Asia, Africa and Latin America? Ladies and gentlemen, why do you all claim to be civilized people, turn a blind eye to the misery of your own country, and instead point fingers at me? You treat your own people like this, and I only give 10 hours of labor to prisoners of war, which is very humanitarian. ”

"Oh~~ My poor Clinton!" Angelina didn't care about arguing with Wang Feng, grabbed the horse's belly and galloped away!

Wen Xian was completely speechless! The rest of the people were roughly similar to him, exchanging puzzled glances with each other, Wang Feng's understanding of Europe has exceeded the ability of human comprehension, and without persistent investigation, it is impossible to draw the above conclusions, who is he? Just a simple Chinese?

Alice was ashamed and surprised, and couldn't help asking, "Wang Feng, where did you know?" ”

Wang Feng pointed to the sky: "God sue me." ”

"You" Alice showed a look of anger, if it weren't for Wen Xian by her side, she really wanted to reward this guy with a pink punch!

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