Chapter 287 Are You Chinese?

The tall alloy iron door slowly opened, revealing the manor inside. Looking through the car window, there were many buildings inside.

The luxurious villa in the middle was built by Zhang Qiandan specifically for Li Qing.

A group of younger brothers stood in front of the villa, all of whom were members of the New World who followed Zhang Qiandan from Hong Kong.

"Brother!"

"Brother."

A group of people shouted at the same time.

"Well, brothers, you have worked hard."

Li Qing smiled and greeted them, and then exchanged pleasantries with a few familiar people before entering the villa.

"Brother, you guys take a rest first. We will have a dinner party tonight. The brothers are very happy that you are here, and they all want to have a drink with you."

"Okay, I also want to communicate with them." Li Qing smiled.

After Zhang Qiandan left, Li Qing sent everyone to the room to rest. Only Crow and Gao Jin did not move, and they sat silently by the side.

Li Qing leaned on the sofa with his face up and his eyes closed, but his heart was very uneasy. The situation of the Chinese in Java was very bad.

I vaguely remember the "Black May Riot" in my previous life, but I can't remember the exact time.

Since I'm here this time, I have to protect my brothers.

"Crow, contact Tian Yangsheng to transfer a batch of arms, quickly!" Li Qing ordered.

I've been busy making money in various places in the past few months, and I almost forgot about it. It was only when I heard Zhang Qiandan talking in the car that I remembered it.

I don't know if it's too late.

Crow was stunned and hurried to contact Tian Yangsheng, even though he didn't know what his elder brother was going to do.

In the evening, the whole manor was in full swing. One by one, the members of the New World were bare-chested, showing their hideous tattoos, and walking around with barbecue.

They lined up to toast Li Qing with wine. Of course, Li Qing also took a sip of it, otherwise, he would be drunk in a few glasses.

"It's been a long time since the manor has been so lively." Zhang Qiandan sighed.

This manor was built from scratch by himself. He was very happy to finally invite his elder brother.

Zhang Qiandan took over 80% of the rubber industry in Liaonei Province, far exceeding Li Qing's expectations.

"Brother, I'll toast you a glass." Zhang Qiandan saw that the younger brothers who toasted him had left, so he came to Li Qing.

"Come on, Qiandan. Not bad, you can take over these industries in Java. I can see that you are serious."

Li Qing picked up the wine glass, clinked it lightly, and drank half a glass of wine.

Several people sat in the pavilion, looking at the barbed wire and high walls, and recalled the years in Stanley.

"A Jin, you don't know that the crows danced every day at that time, which made Brother upset."

"You're still talking about me, Zhang Qiandan, you stole my beautiful posters and masturbated, why didn't you say anything."

"Fuck, it's a scholar's business, can it be called stealing?"

"....."

A group of people talked about the interesting things in Stanley, and Li Qing felt as if he had returned to the old days.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath silently, and looked at the stars in the sky. Maybe there is a star in the sky called Ding Qing now!

"Bang bang~" A huge sound of knocking on the door sounded.

Suddenly disturbed, Li Qing's face flashed a trace of displeasure, "Go and see, what's going on?"

A younger brother immediately ran forward to observe the situation.

After a while, he came back to report, "Brother, Brother Qiandan, people from the next village are making trouble."

Li Qing frowned and looked at Zhang Qiandan, who immediately explained in a low voice: "Brother, a few days ago, people from the next village came to steal things from us with dirty hands and feet, and we caught them and buried them."

These people in the manor followed Li Qing to fight all the way, and their work style was even more influenced by their boss.

More than a dozen Javanese bodies have been buried in the rubber plantation.

"How many people are on the opposite side?" Li Qing asked softly.

"About a dozen people."

"Call them in, I want to see them."

"Okay, big brother."

Not long after, the younger brother brought a dozen dirty Javanese people to Li Qing.

Java is a country that prohibits guns just like China, but the leaders held homemade guns and looked at Li Qing and others fiercely.

What surprised Li Qing was that there were several young people who were obviously descendants of Chinese.

"Are you the owner of the rubber plantation? Let the people in our village go." The leader was about forty years old, with dark skin, short stature but strong limbs. He looked like a person who often did manual labor.

Li Qing sat on the sofa and tilted his head to look at him, "Why did the people in your village appear in my rubber plantation?"

"I don't know, you must let them go today. The man yesterday was my nephew. If you don't let him go, I will burn your house down."

The leader shouted in half-familiar Chinese.

Zhang Qiandan looked at the newcomer with a sullen face. Damn, they had to come today to make trouble for him. You know, this was the first time his boss came here. If the others knew, they would laugh him to death. This time, he would definitely make a fool of himself.

Crow was looking at Zhang Qiandan happily with a look of contempt, which almost made him spit out blood.

Li Qing ignored the leader and was very interested in the young Chinese.

"Are you guys Chinese?"

"We are not Chinese!" One of them said viciously.

They finally married a local and became a son-in-law, which was considered to have gotten rid of the status of second-class citizens. How could they be happy when they were suddenly called Chinese?

"Hurry up and let him go, or we will burn your rubber plantation." Another Chinese young man helped.

"What, you still want to make friends? Let me tell you, they are all the sons-in-law of our village. They even changed their surnames. Don't expect them to talk to you."

The leader looked at Li Qing with a proud expression.

Li Qing frowned and glanced at several Chinese descendants with disgust.

"Want to find your nephew? Okay, I'll have someone take you there."

Li Qing didn't intend to talk nonsense with this group of people, and pointed directly at these people.

The boys took out their guns, turned on the safety, loaded the gun, and "bang bang bang~" killed several of the gunmen first.

Then he slapped the others until the magazine was empty.

More than a dozen people didn't react and fell directly to the ground, their blood soaking the surrounding land.

Zhang Qiandan waved his hand, "Clean up, don't disturb big brother's interest, keep singing and dancing!"

Corpses were dragged down one after another, and the young Chinese man who was pressed at the bottom was still breathing.

"Save me~ I am Chinese..."

Crow sneered and took out his pistol, "Idiot, you know why my elder brother asked you if you were Chinese just now. That is your last way to survive. Go to hell, idiot~"

"Bang bang~" Crow didn't stop shooting until the barrel was empty. Like his elder brother, he hated these people who forgot their ancestors.