The main part of the agreement had no objection. Ma Qian'an then solicited Zhang Yi's opinions and Chris' opinions. The two sides agreed to deliver the goods in two days, but Ma Qian'an insisted that the goods must be delivered to the door, and the delivery location was in a valley below a highway 20 kilometers away from Zhangyi Manor.

Chris was not dissatisfied with this, but just muttered and asked to increase the toll fee, "Brother Zhan, the cargo you want is more than 40 tons, and I have to dispatch more than a dozen trucks to complete it. You need to pay the round-trip toll fee."

"What if I buy all the trucks you delivered? Isn't there any need to pay the travel fee?" Ma Qian'an took the opportunity to tease the other party.

Chris blurted out, "What did you say? Each 2-ton and a half truck is 500 pounds. The car is in good condition and can usually carry more than 4 tons of goods." Chris danced and immediately promoted the broken truck in his hand.

"You are here again?" Ma Qian'an frowned, "I just don't want to change cars when picking up goods. In order to improve efficiency, do you really think I like your old car? Is it 500 pounds? Do you know if you choose 220 pounds in Star Singapore?"

"Ah? Hehehe!" Chris, who woke up, touched his head embarrassedly, "I'm used to it, I feel uncomfortable if the goods I've got out of my hand don't double the price."

"Each car will give you 15o to 2o pounds depending on the condition of the car. I will subsidize you a little more. How about it? Don't forget that I have another order." In this world, if you have money, you are the master.

Chris thought for a while and nodded helplessly and agreed.

"You can handle it all the way from your warehouse to the delivery point, right?" Ma Qian'an asked pretend.

Chris gave Ma Qian'an a blank look, "Brother Zhan, are you doubting my strength?"

"I dare not, Mr. Smith must be the one who walked away with his arms around the corner. If you say this, I will feel relieved." Ma Qian'an flew a small high hat to Chris at the right time.

After listening to Wei Guangshen's translation explanation, Chris shook his left and right proudly and walked a few steps, then turned to ask Ma Qian'an, "Do you walk like this? Chinese language is always so funny, good, Ella has no worries."

Ma Qian'an shook his body slightly and said to Wei Guangshen in a low voice: "Did you translate the word "Aila Wuyou" incorrectly?"

"That's right, it's Ella Wuyou. In Chinese, I admire you."

Come on, Ma Qian'an waved his hand. It's quite feudal. I haven't seen anything before? Even if he really pulls me, I'm not afraid.

Chris showed surprising affection and affection for this big customer who had over 10,000 pounds per order and made him make more than 60,000 pounds at one time. He reached out and pulled Ma Qian'an's right hand. The unprepared Ma Qian'an's arm immediately froze, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He thought, "It's really ***, is it really? That's so embarrassing, and he said he wasn't afraid, but in fact there is no solution."

"Brother Zhan's hand is so hard? Come on, I have a question and want to ask you." Chris said without any explanation, and pulled Ma Qian'an to the floor-to-ceiling window, let go of his fingers and pointed at the people who were shouting happily, yelling at the gambling.

"What did you see?"

Ma Qian'an shook his head. What could the chaotic crowd see? He didn't understand what Chris meant.

Chris pointed to a group of people in the corner and said to Ma Qian'an, "No! This is a group of Chinese." Then he pointed to a group of people in the center of the hall and said, "No, this is a group of Indians and local Malays. They always occupy the best betting table. Even if there are more Chinese people than them, they never dare to compete for the best service. If I were not to maintain order here, as long as I remove the casino guards, they would fight immediately, and I bet that the loser must be the Chinese."

"Why?"

"This is also what I am surprised about. Logically speaking, even if you fight in a group, it is impossible for the Chinese to lose, but that's the case."

After listening to Wei Guangshen's translation, Ma Qian'an stared at Wei Guangshen and asked directly: "Is that true?"

Wei Guangshen stumbled for a long time before he squeezed out a sentence, "I'm afraid yes, we Chinese have been a very low-key ethnic group since we came to the local area. We rarely participate in politics, are timid and cautious, submissive, obedient, wandering and changing, seeking profit and avoiding harm. They rarely have the spirit of teamwork and self-sacrifice. At least I know a lot of such things. Of course, this is related to the British improving the status of Indians and locals and suppressing Chinese. If this continues, Chinese will naturally become timid and unwilling to cause trouble."

If you don't push me to the British, Ma Qian'an's expression became a little depressed. This is not someone else's problem, it is our own problem.

The dissatisfied Ma Qian'an began to refute, "But as far as I know, tens of thousands of overseas Chinese have returned to China to participate in the anti-Japanese war. They died in battle on the battlefield and were exhausted on the Yunnan-Burma Highway. They are so brave, why aren't they as you said?"

Wei Guangshen smiled bitterly and hesitated to express his judgment, "I'm afraid that all the people who brought the seeds returned to China to fight against the war, right?"

Fart! Some Chinese men with seeds are, okay, let me see if there are any seeds in this bunch. Ma Qian'an signaled to Wei Guangshen to translate.

"Remove the guards and let me see!"

Chris gave Lloyd meaningfully a few words. Lloyd turned around and went out. After a while, he saw Mary appearing in the hall with her butt twisted her butt, and then walked through several locations like a butterfly, and threw a charming look at the window of the big room on the second floor. Chris flashed violently, hit Ma Qian'an, and was bounced back to the window. Fortunately, Ma Qian'an stretched out his hand and pulled Chris's bear-like body, so Chris did not pierce it.

Electric eyes! Ma Qian'an judged that Chris and Mary had a bad relationship.

After Mary left, the guard suddenly disappeared without a trace. Several Malays in the center of the hall who were notified shouted in local language first, and then another group of Indians began to gather. The two groups of people briefly discussed a few words and reached an agreement. They quickly assigned personnel to occupy the main position and sealed the door of the hall.

Gradually, some Chinese people who were happy to bet had an abnormality and shouted, and everyone immediately ran around like bees that exploded. Seeing that the door was blocked, some of them began to shout the casino guards anxiously, but they were fruitless for a while.

In just a moment, the Chinese crowd also contracted into a group and confronted the other two groups of people who were eyeing each other.

Ma Qian'an opened a window and poked his head curiously to watch the negotiations between the two sides. Wei Guangshen was quickly translating next to him.

There are more than 70 Chinese people, including a few young people dressed in bright clothes, and most of the others are dark-faced and strong coolie people, with few thugs among them.

It seems that most people are not people who make a living by gambling, but they also come to gambling. It seems that gambling is really the nature of my nation! Ma Qian'an shook his head, not obeying these people who come to the casino in his heart.

A San brother, who was wearing a headscarf, had a deep eyes, a tall nose, and a dark face suddenly slapped the table in front of him and shouted: "Chinese people cheat, leave money to buy the road, and let you go out!"

A thin, flat nose and wide mouth, a local, jumped onto the table with the help of Indian shouts, pointed to the Chinese who were cringing into a bunch of Chinese, and added, "I've cheated so miserably! They cheated me of the money I bought for my mother. I have to pay ten times the compensation."

Such a strong aura, such a powerful reason, the world is so popular. Ma Qian'an held his breath and saw how the Chinese deal with it.

The Chinese crowded together for a long time and pushed out a young man with a greasy and pink face. The young man staggered and was pushed out of the crowd. He stood up straight, looked at the back with a grievance, then threw his big part, and defended the Indian man: "Mori Ahan, you are here again. You used this excuse to steal my 1oo Dotelcoin half a year ago. Can you change the excuse today? It's not that I have no money, I have money, my uncle is the boss knows? I'll give it to you." The young man took out a bunch of chips from his body, leaned over to the Indian man Mori Ahan with a calm face, shook the chips on the table with a thunderous sound, and turned around and wanted to leave, "Can I leave?"

cao! Before you can get a fight, you can cede land and pay compensation? Ma Qian'an was stunned when he saw it.

Mori Ahan signaled the people around him to come forward, searched the young master one after another, and found a stack of paper money.

"Damn it! Do you want to lie to me?" Mori Ahan slapped the young master's face with the banknote in his hand and scolded: "Get out! Your uncle, your uncle is just a piece of shit! Use a piece of shit to scare people. I think you are so shameless!"

The young master squeezed out of the door of the hall and fled in panic. Another "victim" was thrown out by the Chinese group. The strong man tried his best to squeeze back to the crowd, but was stopped by several more powerful men and pushed him hard in front of the Malay natives.

"Strong and strong" didn't say much nonsense. He squatted on the ground, hugged his head with both hands, and shouted: "Boll! If you want me to pay, I will not die. I will beat me to death. I will be a hero again twenty years later. Be careful not to be a ghost, and you can't spare you." "Strong and strong" fingers were the places where there were Chinese people. Obviously, these harsh words were said to your fellow villagers.

I *** this bad temper! Ma Qian'an really couldn't stand it anymore, so he patted Chris who was smiling and watching the fun, and said, "Are you afraid of smashing your own sign? Will they come next time?"

"Well..." Chris nodded in a strange tone, covered her shoulders and said to Ma Qian'an with a smile: "I'm all for you! You rarely want to watch a show. Didn't I just ask them to act? Why? I'm not satisfied?"

Only then will my grandson be satisfied! Ma Qian'an spitted hatefully, "Bah!"

Chris smiled even more happily. This kind of drama is not often performed, and it will not happen twice a year. Besides, if the natives make a fuss too hard, they will clean up the situation. As long as they give the Chinese some symbolic return, they will still come back obediently. Who said that this casino is the only local one?

The situation below changed again. The man squatting on the ground had been searched for money and kicked aside. The third person who was pushed out was a thin, gentle young man wearing glasses and carrying a civilized stick in his hand. He began to roar fiercely, pointing at A San and cursing at the local leader.

Ma Qian'an rushed to the window, and a sense of pride arose. Who said that they were cowards? Look at the momentum of the person below, he really had a good face!

Wei Guangshen next to him looked at the hall with a strange look, not doing an interpreter. The person below was speaking English, and Ma Qian'an couldn't understand it.

The gentle young man swung his civilized stick towards the Indians and the last extremely intimidating word came out, "Bagaya Road!"
Chapter completed!