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"Shopkeeper's"

Liu Xiaoshan exclaimed, Han Deshan sat on the ground and his ears were buzzing, his eyes were demented and motionless, and he was covered in book friends' uploads until Liu Xiaoshan pulled his arm and stood up. Then he felt the numb left face was so painful. He opened his mouth, blood clamped his teeth and vomited out

"You...how do you hit someone? Stop and don't leave"

The Japanese slapped Han Deshan in the face, and then walked out with a bowl as if nothing had happened. Liu Xiaoshan suddenly became anxious and rushed up and pulled the Japanese and asked.

"Baga" The Japanese man who was pulled on his sleeve suddenly turned around, raised his hand and slapped Liu Xiaoshan again. Liu Xiaoshan was young after all, and his reaction was much faster than Han Deshan. He squatted and hid away. Then he hugged the Japanese's legs and pulled his throat and shouted: "It's a Japanese who beat people. The Japanese are fighting. The little Japanese buys things and kills people if they don't pay."

"Baga" struggled a few times but couldn't break away. The Japanese were so angry that they beat and kicked Liu Xiaoshan, and Liu Xiaoshan was not vague. He hugged the Japanese tightly but refused to let go, shouting louder and louder.

Soon, Zhao Mutian, who came from behind, ran out from behind. When he saw Han Deshan covering half of his face and mouth was covered with blood, Liu Xiaoshan squatted on the ground and hugged a Japanese man and refused to let go. However, the other party was fist-killing at him and suddenly rushed over and grabbed the Japanese man's fist.

"Don't hit Xiaoshan, what's going on?"

"This Japanese guy doesn't pay for money to buy things, but he beats people, the shopkeeper beats him."

"It's a big deal. If you don't pay for money to buy things, you will hit people? Is there any other way to do this?" Zhao Mutian was so angry that he was trembling all over. Han Deshan was a good shopkeeper and always took good care of them, especially Zhao Mutian, who had been studying for a few years. He often expressed his intention to leave the shop to Zhao Mutian to take care of when he gets old in the future.

In this era, "benevolence, righteousness, integrity and shame" are the most important. People attach great importance to kindness. This is completely different from the material desires and weaknesses in later generations. In the hearts of Zhao Mutian and other friends, Han Deshan is not only their shopkeeper but his teacher and relative. Seeing his teacher and his relatives beaten like this by this Japanese, Zhao Mutian, who has always had a good temper, suddenly turned red in his eyes.

Liu Xiaoshan held his arms tightly and grabbed Zhao Mutian. The Japanese couldn't break free for a while, and a panic appeared slightly in his eyebrows.

In just a blink of an eye, Qian San, who was sending the guest out in front of him, ran back after hearing the noise. When he saw it, he was furious and rushed over and beaten up the little Japanese.

"Qian San" Zhao Mutian had read books, knew words, and had the most knowledge among the three guys. Seeing Qian San trying to fight the Japanese, he hurriedly stopped him as he looked at him as if he was desperately trying to get to the Japanese.

"You can't beat him. If you hit him, we will make a mistake but we will turn it into ignorance. Come and call the police, hurry up."

Qian San suppressed his anger and put away his fists, glared at the little Japanese: "Mom, little Japanese, wait and see."

After leaving a word, Qian San ran out and hurried to the police.

It didn't take much time to talk about it. The noise in the store was so big that it immediately attracted the attention of passers-by. When these passers-by learned about the situation, they were all extremely angry. They blocked the store door three circles inside and three circles outside, pointing at the arrogant Japanese and cursing them.

Now, even if Zhao Mutian and Liu Xiaoshan didn't hold the Japanese, he couldn't leave. Zhao Mutian, who breathed a sigh of relief, gave Liu Xiaoshan a wink and signaled him to continue watching the Japanese. He hurriedly went to see the injuries of the shopkeeper Han Deshan. After seeing that there was nothing serious about the other side except for a tooth, Zhao Mutian felt relieved.

Not long after, Qian San rushed over with a patrolman and squeezed out the crowd and entered the store.

"What's going on? Who can tell me what's going on?" Most of the patrol officers in Fengtian City were in charge of each area, and they knew the merchants and residents of the film. Some patrol officers were even their neighbors who were in charge of this area. They happened to live not far from here. They had a good relationship with Han Deshan and others on weekdays. When they heard that the shopkeeper Han, who had always been kind, was beaten by someone, he rushed over with Qian San without saying a word.

When he entered the door, the patrolman was stunned. Because Qian San was anxious and did not explain clearly who was hitting the person. Now, when he saw that he was a Japanese man in a kimono, the patrolman's majestic face suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment.

"Mom, why are you a Japanese?" He complained secretly. If the conflicts are all Chinese, it would be easy to deal with, but the Japanese are beating them. Recently, Zhang Zuolin and Zhang Dashuai repeatedly told him that if you meet Japanese people, try to cause less trouble, and all conflicts should be based on concessions. Who would have thought that it was a coincidence that I met myself today.

However, although the other party is Japanese, as a patrolman, he still has to fulfill his obligations. Otherwise, he would be stung by neighbors in the future and scolded his ancestors. This life would be difficult to see the tense posture of both parties in the store. The patrolman first asked Liu Xiaoshan to let go of his hands and separate the two parties, and then asked about the passage.

The reason for the matter is very simple. I can figure it out in a few words. The Japanese came to buy a bowl and chose the most expensive one. When paying, they only paid the average price. Of course, the shopkeeper refused and had to ask the other party to make up for the money. Who would have thought that the Japanese acted like a scoundrel and slapped the shopkeeper. After hitting the person, he raised his legs and left like nothing happened. He was just grabbed by Liu Xiaoshan next to him...

"Sixth brother, this is all about this. This Japanese bully people." After Liu Xiaoshan said that, he stared at the Japanese with an angry look. Who would have thought that the Japanese was not nervous at all, but instead glared at him instead.

"Mom, this little Japanese is really asking for a beating." The sixth patrol officer cursed in his heart. The fact is clear. Everything is on the surface. If the other party is Chinese, he can carry him to the bureau to buy things without paying money and beating people. Is there any other way to the king? Don't let this boy suffer, can you think these policemen have nothing to do?

However, the one who hit people is not the Chinese, but the Japanese, so this matter is difficult to deal with for a while. The Sixth Brother, who couldn't figure out a good idea, thought about it, walked up to the Japanese and asked, "Sir, what the guy Liu Xiaoshan said just now is right? Is this the way?"

Facing the police, the Japanese calmed down slightly, stood there and said in a buzzing voice: "Sir, when I asked about the price, the other party only said one dollar. I have given the money, but they didn't let me leave, and rushed up to beat and scold me. I did this for self-defense. You Chinese are too untrustworthy in business. How can you say the price change at any time? You beat customers in the store. It's like a group of thugs. In our Japan, we have to go to jail."

"You are talking nonsense about you..." Liu Xiaoshan was furious and jumped up to argue with the Japanese.

He quickly pulled Liu Xiaoshan aside. The sixth brother shook his head and secretly complained that the Japanese were obviously acting like a scoundrel. It would be a waste of debate. After all, it would be a problem to make a fuss. The sixth brother thought about it for a while and scolded Liu Xiaoshan with a stern face and said, "I said Xiaoshan, how can you do business like this? It's not a good thing to do business? No matter what, it's always wrong to beat people. You apologize to this gentleman, and this matter will be over."

"What? I...I apologize to him?" Liu Xiaoshan pointed at the Japanese opposite incredibly.

Before Liu Xiaoshan could speak, the sixth brother winked at him, turned around and said to the Japanese: "I just said that it is wrong to hit someone, this guy will apologize to you, but maybe it is because of language issues and the communication between the two sides is not in place, so the difference in the price you got must be made up for, which is good?"

"Sir, I think you're wrong? I've paid the money. This bowl is mine. The shop owner and the guy beat people. You should arrest them. As a citizen of Japan, I order you to arrest all these thugs immediately. No... I also have to compensate me for the losses of being beaten..."

The Japanese were talking lies with their eyes open, and there was a lot of curses around them. Even some people who came over to watch the fun couldn't stand it anymore. A few young men with a fierce temper even put up their sleeves and prepared to rush over to teach this shameless Japanese a lesson.

"Young and young men, we have reason, we can't be too sensible, can't we let the little Japanese see that we Chinese are ignorant, can't we?" The sixth brother saw that the situation was wrong, and quickly stopped everyone and persuaded them. The mess was so full of sweat that he finally stopped and explained to the Japanese, and stated that the shopkeeper and the clerk could apologize to him, but if you want to take this bowl, you must make up for the difference, otherwise the matter would not be resolved

Han Deshan, who gradually came to his senses, was helped by Zhao Mutian and sat aside. Seeing his friends being angry, he was full of anger at first, but after thinking about it, he still felt that big things turned into small things, and small things turned into good things. After all, Han Deshan was more than a generation older than Zhao Mutian and others, and he walked more bridges than they had walked. When he was fighting the Qing Dynasty, foreigners showed off their power on China's territory. He saw this much when he was young. Although he suffered a loss, if possible, Han Deshan still wanted to let it go. However, this bowl could not be sold so cheaply. If the Japanese refused to make up for the difference, they would rather not sell it. As for the slap he slapped, he would just take it as a bite to the mad dog.

Han Deshan and the policeman Liu Ge were both thinking about calming down the situation. If the Japanese lowered their heads, even if this matter was over, who would have thought that the Japanese would be stubborn and bite them. They would take away the things without making up for the difference. Now everyone who had just stopped couldn't help but curse again.

"Young and young men, why are you quarreling? Don't make trouble for this matter, I will solve it." The sixth brother persuaded him with sweat and rushed out of his hands, urging a few people who had already been squeezed into the store, scolding him for being ignorant of his appearance. He even gave him face but he was still calm. He was simply a thing.

"I said sir, you still paid the money. Is this matter a failure?" While driving the person out, the sixth brother turned around and continued to persuade the Japanese man.

"You Chinese are all rogues, colluding with officials and businessmen." Who would have thought that the Japanese actually got angry and jumped up and cursed: "It is impossible to pay, it is impossible to keep things behind. We Japanese have backbone. If you must do this... give it to you..."

With a raised hand, everyone was stunned, the Japanese actually made an action that no one expected. He suddenly smashed the bowl in his hand into the pile of goods displayed on the side. There was a clamor, and all the valuable porcelains were rubbed into pieces and to be continued.)

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Volume 1 of the Republic of China Years 1913: The turbulent era Volume 1: The turbulent era Chapter 175: Playing tricks

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