Gu Li handed the gold sore medicine in his hand to Huang Feihong and helped to help.

Huang Feihong was not very good at treating gunshot wounds before, after all, foreigners have only flocked to Foshan in recent years. Gu Li advised him some advanced surgical experience from later generations, and combined with Huang Feihong's superb medical skills, the bullet was quickly removed from the wounded man's thigh.

Huang Feihong sprinkled the gold sore medicine on the wound, bandaged it with gauze, and said to the pale patient with a smile: "The wound has been treated, it is not very serious, and it will be fine after a few days of rest." ”

"Master Huang, thank you." The patient struggled to open his mouth, grateful.

"They are all brothers of the militia, you are welcome." Huang Feihong waved his hand and comforted.

"Master, what's going on, the foreigners are going to shoot our militia?" Lin Shirong on the side was full of anger and opened his mouth angrily.

"Alas!" Huang Feihong sighed, frowned and said helplessly: "Now there are so many foreign ships in the port, and there are all kinds of national flags. Because he couldn't tell which country he could tell, he got on the wrong foreign ship and was shot and wounded indiscriminately by foreigners. ”

"The capital is engaged in a Westernization movement, and in disputes like this, the official uniform must protect the foreigners."

One word angered the fiery Lin Shirong.

"Are we alive anymore? We don't rely on Manchurian dogs! The Manchurians have occupied our Central Plains, and now they are colluding with red-haired devils to betray the great rivers and mountains. Brethren of the militia, let's go and dismantle the foreign ships! The more Lin Shirong spoke, the more excited he became, and his anger burst out. Walked out of the inner hall and picked up a trident placed in the courtyard, and shouted at the militia brothers beside him.

How could Gu Li let Lin Shirong lead the militia brothers to use their flesh and blood to fight against the muskets and cannons of foreigners?

picked up a basin of cold water and poured it on Lin Shirong's head, which immediately made him a soup chicken.

"Calm down!"

"You know what!" A basin of cold water obviously couldn't extinguish Lin Shirong's anger, his eyes widened, and he looked at Gu Li.

"Pigs... Pig! Gu Li was angry about his fiery temper and scolded.

"It's not big or small, call me senior brother!"

Lin Shirong relied on his strong martial arts skills and regarded himself as a senior brother.

"Seyoung!" Just as Gu Li wanted to wake up Lin Shirong, Huang Feihong shouted angrily.

"Master." Seeing that Huang Feihong was angry, Lin Shirong stopped his anger and calmed down.

"This matter is about human life, we have to find the yamen to clarify with the foreigners. Otherwise, I think we Chinese, how can we live in Foshan? Wong Fei Hung sat on a wooden chair, picked up his pipe and took a puff.

"Huh." Gu Li sighed secretly in his heart, how could the government collude with foreigners, how could they make decisions for the militia group?

"Everyone disperse, I will make decisions for the militia in this matter." Huang Feihong said to the people in the courtyard.

When the militia brothers received Huang Feihong's reply, they stopped staying and dispersed. The pork in Lin Shirong's shop was still waiting for him to sell, and he told Huang Feihong to retire and leave.

One day later, near noon, Huang Feihong took Ling Yunkai and Gu Li to the foreigner's restaurant. He had already contacted the Admiral and the foreigners for dinner to negotiate the gunshot wounds of the militia brothers.

The decoration of the foreigner restaurant is noble, and there is a neatly dressed Indian Ah San standing at the door. As soon as you enter the gate, you can hear the beautiful music of various Western musical instruments coming from inside. These foreigners obviously regard Foshan as their own country, and even enjoy eating so much.

"What do you want, sir?" A foreigner in a white suit walked over and said to the three of Guli in English.

"Asu, you want this shopkeeper to explain." Huang Feihong couldn't understand the foreign language, so he asked Gu Li to come forward to communicate.

Fortunately, Gu Li was a good young man with excellent character and learning in later generations, and he spoke fluent English to foreigners.

"We have appointments with Mr. Ji Shan of the China Pacific Company and Admiral Wiggens of the British Navy, and they have already reserved a table. This is Master Wong Fei Hung, can you take us to the reserved table? Thank you! ”

Gu Li barely squeezed out a smile and pretended to be polite.

Traveling to the world of movies, Gu Li usually speaks Chinese with knots and stumbles, but he speaks English very fluently.

Ling Yunkai's eyes widened at the boss, as if he couldn't believe Gu Li's fluent foreign language.

"You... How can foreign people say this... Are you fluent? ”

Gu Li glanced at Ling Yunkai and didn't bother to explain to him.

"Three gentlemen, please come here." Mr. Ji Shan should have greeted the waiter at the restaurant, knew that Huang Feihong was coming, and led the three of them to the reserved table.

The three of them sat down, and the cleanly dressed Indian Ah San walked over, handed over a menu and said, "Sir, your menu." ”

Huang Feihong flipped through the menu, but the menu was all written in English, and he handed the menu to Gu Li with a blank expression: "Asu, you can take an idea, just order a few snacks." ”

Gu Li ordered a few snacks and tea, and the three of them sat in their seats and waited slowly.

After a while, the new Admiral and the American businessman, Mr. Jishan, and the British Navy Admiral Wiggens approached with a smile and a smile, followed by a few foreign soldiers.

"Lord Admiral." Huang Feihong clasped his fists and saluted Lord Admiral, Mr. Jishan and General Wiggins, and Gu Li and Ling Yunkai also stood up and clasped their fists one by one.

The Admiral seemed to turn a blind eye to Huang Feihong's salute, and nodded to the two foreigners beside him, chatting and laughing.

Gu Li was a little angry in his heart, and the Admiral had a very happy conversation with the foreigners, completely leaving the three of them aside. It wasn't until Huang Feihong drank the tea in the cup that the Admiral spoke to him.

"Huang Feihong, this is General Wigans of the United Kingdom and Mr. Jishan of the American merchant navy. Trespassing on a foreign merchant ship should have been killed. They were all very magnanimous and did not pursue the matter anymore. Don't insist on claiming compensation on behalf of the injured, and leave this matter at that. ”

"Your Excellency, the wounded were working for the American merchant ships, but they were injured for no reason when they mistook the flag and got on the British ship. If Britain does not compensate, it will be unfair to the injured, how can you appease the anger of the people of Foshan? ”

Huang Feihong raised his eyebrows, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"Public indignation? Huang Feihong, which yamen did you send from? You are just a grass people, what qualifications do you have to discuss and make decisions with the government? Now the capital is engaged in the Westernization movement, endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky. ”

The Admiral's face flashed with anger, and he sneered at Huang Feihong.

Huang Feihong was righteous and awe-inspiring, and he was not threatened by the Admiral at all, picked up a piece of bread in front of him, and said to him: "These breads are made of our flour, and foreigners have drawn boundaries in our territory and set up forbidden areas. If the Chinese people are still suspicious of each other, but they tolerate foreigners everywhere, sooner or later we will not even have the flour to make steamed buns! ”

Seeing that Huang Feihong dared to speak out and teach himself a lesson, Lord Admiral felt that his majesty had been provoked, and said sharply with a gloomy face: "Huang Feihong, I know that you have a deep friendship with Liu Yongfu, the commander of the Black Flag Army, don't think that he is out of touch with the imperial court whip commander in the south, and he sings against each other everywhere. Now the imperial court has sent me south, just to watch you and find someone to kill the chickens and monkeys. As far as I know, the wounded man is from your militia! ”

The meaning of the Admiral's words is very obvious, if Huang Feihong doesn't know each other again, he will take the lives of the militia brothers and make an example of the chickens!

Huang Feihong's eyes widened with rage, and his fists were clenched tightly. For the sake of the militia group, he could only swallow his anger at the moment.