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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face Part 2 Introduction Imperial Violence 120 Minutes (3)

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    Under the power of the sky and the sea, a group of passengers were terrified even in their own cabin. The cabin in their eyes was so dark that they couldn't see their fingers, only the terrifying lightning flashes in the portholes flickered on and off; in their ears were the roar of the ocean and thunderbolts.  Thunder; lying on the bed and hugging the bed rail, I felt like I was holding the saddle of a crazy horse, bumping up and down like beans in a frying pan.

    Half an hour later, the thunder gradually faded away, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the portholes. When the vomit residue on the mouths of many passengers was still wet, the violent wild horse disappeared without a trace.

    The storm has passed, it has passed!

    The pale-faced passengers opened the cabin door and went outside. They saw the blue sky again and the bright sun shining high. The dazzling sunlight hit the deck that was still covered with a layer of water and raised haloes. The hellish scene just now  The storm seemed almost like a dream.

    The weather on the ocean is more fickle than a woman¡¯s heart.

    People who have experienced a sudden storm care more about the beautiful scenery. Everyone came out. Some people who may have sworn not to leave the cabin until they got off the ship stood under the southern sunshine. Everyone was laughing and laughing on the deck.  With a smile like a flower, I realized God¡¯s grace at this moment: sunshine and beautiful scenery are one of the meanings of life.

    The captain was holding Fu Renyong's hand and saying thanks to Kishida: In the storm, these two passengers desperately dragged an injured sailor into the medical room below the deck, although the sailor still died.  Death in a sail crash is not uncommon for people who eat this bowl of rice, but how can you not be moved when someone desperately tries to save you?  This is the pulsation of conscience buried in the chest, knowing what is good.  What is worth being thankful for.

    Fu Renyong touched the bruise on his forehead but looked at a group of people not far away. It was the sailors who took off their expensive clothes and hats and climbed up to the four-story-high mast to reef the sails with them in the wind and rain.  That Chinese-British.

    The big bruise was a souvenir left by the sailor when he was dragged below the deck. The hull of the ship was lifted up by the wind and waves, and he flew up and hit the water pipe on the ceiling. However, this burning pain could not make him feel better.  He stopped being curious about the Englishman: the young man took back his soaked tuxedo and top hat, held it in his arms, stood barefoot, and several sailors were shouting all over the deck looking for his shoes, and the right hip  The revolver and bullets inserted in the holster of the belt are extremely conspicuous.

    And what makes Fu Renyong most uncomfortable is: the more he looks at this person, the more he feels he has seen it before, but he just can't remember the Song Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty, and Hong Kong.  I have seen who is a powerful person in the Shanghai Concession or their relationship.  Why can't this make Mr. Fu, who has "obsessive-compulsive disorder to recognize people," scratch his head?

    "Everyone! Our two sailors are missing. Has anyone seen them? Or seen someone fall into the sea?" The boatswain asked the passengers loudly. Everyone looked at each other, and it seemed that no one had seen them.

    "Oh my god. Two are missing and one is dead. This ship. Damn it!" The captain muttered with a bad look on his face. The bosun next to him poked the captain and whispered: "I heard that the Japanese ronin almost wanted to fight.  Pastor. Is it because of this that you are unlucky?"

    The captain was startled for a moment and said: "If his country pagan, who has never seen the world, offended the priest, what does it have to do with our ship?"

    After saying that, he whispered a few words to the boatswain with a look of lingering fear on his face. The boatswain immediately ran out and shouted: "Mr. Pastor, please pray for our ship."

    At this time, the passengers were standing under the low sun, and the temperature had risen sharply. The summer in the south was as terrible as a steamer. Everyone took off their coats, and they were all tired, hungry, and hot. Someone shouted: "Everyone is  It¡¯s twelve o¡¯clock noon, when will dinner be served?¡±

    The captain slapped his head, walked over to the passengers, clasped his fists and smiled: "Something happened, I was so busy that I forgot about it. The ship was slightly damaged in the storm, and the galley was flooded and is being repaired, but don't worry  Worrying, we immediately brought parasols, tables and chairs up to the deck and cooked and ate here. We are treating everyone today: meat and wine.¡±

    Hearing what he said, everyone cheered.

    The passengers spontaneously helped move tables, chairs, kitchen utensils, etc. Fu Renyong also asked his attendants to follow the sailors to move the stove below the deck. He chatted and laughed with the familiar passengers while pretending to be casual.  Walking towards the Chinese-British man, he thought that his coat and clothes had been dried by the scorching sun in the blink of an eye. He took his coat and walked to the cabin below the deck. He passed by Fu Renyong, leaving the latter in his heart.  He shouted helplessly, "Boy, let's chat! Why are you so anxious!"

    At this moment, there was a commotion below the deck, "There's an accident in the coal bunker!" Someone yelled like his throat was on fire, and the passengers were in a commotion. They watched the captain and sailors rushing below the deck, Fu  Renyong and others were already curious and had nothing to do, so they also ran down.

    The coal bunker is a place where coal for ships is stored. In powerOver there, Ginka Kishida walked towards Fu Renyong and said, "Mr. Fu, are you sure this is a Japanese trafficker?"

    "Mr. Kishida is so good at Japanese, but the language of your country sounds like Annan?" Fu Renyong had already changed his clothes and said angrily sarcastically when he saw the Japanese who had just tried to deceive everyone.

    "I'm very sorry." Kishida Ginxiang immediately bowed to Fu Renyong in a standard manner, and his tone was sincere.

    "Sigh." You don't hit the smiling person, let alone the businessman. Fu Renyong's professional experience and cultivation make him unable to speak harshly, so you can't beat him up.

    Kishida Ginka straightened up and said, "Please forgive me, after all, I don't want to lose the face of the Japanese."

    "Losing face?" This sentence made Fu Renyong feel angry again. He pointed at a row of corpses that had been transformed into straw mats on the deck and shouted: "Those are your compatriots, five Japanese girls, who are going to be sold as sex slaves."  ! She died miserably! You actually denied to her face that she was not Japanese? Do you still have a conscience?"

    Looking at Fu Renyong who turned around and held the railing of the ship, Kishida Ginka took a step forward and said patiently: "This is just an accident. We Japanese don't hate this kind of thing, and we won't discriminate against these girls. They will all become Buddhas. If  They started a business and wrote letters and sent money home every month. Their parents were reassured and their neighbors praised them. The village chief heard that he came to ask for income tax. Not only the husband's family, but also his natal family became rich. Not only that, all the land and farm buildings in Nanyang were built.  Whoever builds a girl's house must build a grocery store accordingly. The clerks are called from Japan, and they open their own businesses and set up overseas offices of the company. The husband of the girl's house does not want to be called a concubine and runs the store, and the land is developed in about a year.  The number of visitors increased rapidly. Then, Japanese ships arrived, and that area became prosperous"

    "Shut up! This is going to hell! Is it honorable for my female compatriots to sell their bodies?"

    "Go to hell?" Kishida Ginka pondered for a moment and said: "You must be talking about Christian hell. But how long has it been since this word was introduced to China? In 1851, the rise of the Taiping Rebellion swept China. It has only been thirty years. And you and I are selling sex.  But it has a history of thousands of years, during which there was the might of the Han Dynasty, the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and the overlord of Zhu Ming. So many people are going to hell? You say that I have no conscience, but I don¡¯t think so. In Christianity, I have no conscience;  Among traditional Chinese culture and Yamato civilization, my conscience is very broad. Consciences have different standards, and I do not think that the conscience of Christians who believe in white standards is the only conscience."

    ¡°You are barbarians!¡± Fu Renyong shouted, and many passengers on the ship looked over.

    "No, it is Christians, not the Japanese, who are burning the flames of war across the world now. The so-called barbarism is just a synonym for weakness. You see, these girls sell their bodies and remit money back to Japan, and the money will buy the most advanced  Western warships, forging Japanese sabers, and maintaining peace in East Asia. If one day, the Japanese Empire rises and leads the Asian people to defeat the Christian forces, wouldn't it mean that Christianity is barbarism, and buying and selling sex is civilization? This is a different standard, just like you  In hot springs or swimming in the sea." Ginka Kishida laughed.

    "I like to respect women, and I like to ban human trafficking. This kind of Christian culture has been reflected in the laws of East Asian powers. You use your own culture and preferences as an excuse to despise other people's culture and laws. Is your standard God?"  Fu Renyong glanced at Kishida Ginxiang with disdain and continued to choke. At this moment, there was a big uproar on the deck.

    I saw a man flipping over the side of the ship. It was the Japanese trafficker Muraoka Iheiji.

    Just now, he was hiding under the raincloth of the rescue cabin, but was discovered by a sharp-eyed passenger. He had no choice but to escape to the upper level of the ship. The sailors held sticks and swarmed up. Behind him, the boatswain held a rifle and shouted orders. The passengers also  Everyone gathered around to watch.

    The sailors gathered around and blocked the way at both ends. The Japanese scurried around like a rat, and finally sat down on the deck with nothing to do.

    Just as he was about to catch this guy, suddenly, there was a strange shouting, and four people dressed in Qing Dynasty short coats rushed up from the bottom cabin. What they held high in their hands was a Japanese sword, and they were shouting.  It's also in Japanese. The first sword hit the boatswain who was commanding at the rear and snatched away the rifle. Then the sailor with the stick in his hand scurried away under the light of the opponent's sword, and in the blink of an eye, Iheiji Muraoka was surrounded.  .

    "This guy has accomplices!" Fu Renyong was shocked.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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