After Zhang Qijie told his truth, Zheng Abao didn't say much, and paced repeatedly. From time to time, he picked up the flyer on the table to look at it, put it down, picked it up and read it again, and then put it down. He didn't read what was written on it. This was just that he fell into chaos: Zhang Qijie's self-confession completely broke all his perceptions and judgments about this person. Who would have thought that the past of the welding, which was dressed brightly and respected by Zhang Qijie, was so dark and unbearable? In connection with the bloody campaign game, he could not think for a moment.

But he was not empty, full of fear and disgust for the man with braids at the table: a person can hide such things for ten years, pretending to be a saint than a saint, how dirty and despicable is this person? He used to deceive himself without hesitation. This is simply a chameleon! Even if he can be said to be a bit evil and useless, the evil people will never like the evil people because they are too dangerous, and even more so, the evil people think they are saints. What should I do if such a traitor and loyal person is involved in his team? The lottery has been bought, the public opinion has been created, and he is already the leader of the Liberal Party! What should I do?

After walking around the narrow space between the table and the camp bed for many times, Zheng Abao raised his head and saw Zhang Qijie starting to play with his own braids again with a look of pain. Zheng Abao stopped and pointed at Zhang Qijie's action, and asked in annoyance with some deceived: "I don't know what you said now. You always show off your experience of braids, but in fact, why do you never cut your braids? I miss the life of the ironing worker who tied the braids with the beam? No?"

Zhang Qijie was stunned for a moment, let go of the ends of the braids that were wrapped between his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and sighed and said, "The braids are the memory of my parents' birth and me, and represent the connection between our overseas Chinese workers and our homeland and their hometown, and are generally not cut;

Secondly, I don’t miss my ironing career with my braids, but the sequelae of hard work in those years of hard work and learning thousands of skills. I have received guidance from experts: I usually have to cover up my words. These covers are false and real. Others think that they know you are real, but they are just your cover.

Braids are my cover. I deliberately developed the small movement of touching braids and playing braids. When others mistakenly think that I have big cards and good cards or I don’t have cards to intimidate, this sign will appear, and they will make wrong judgments. If the braids are put down or wrapped around their heads, they will be very conspicuous. If the braids are moved back and forth, some people will suspect that you are hiding something in your hair, because when you touch the braids, you can be near the collar, near the pocket, or even raise your hand, and the movements of the cuffs will be covered. The movements in these places will be alert. But in fact, they just stare at my head and braids and ignore my other movements. I have two hands."

Zheng Abao sniffed in his nose, raised his chin and said disdainfully: "Since you are not gambling anymore, you still have this prop? Then you just missed when you were a gambler. Are you still planning to have the opportunity to continue to gamble in the future?"

Zhang Qijie's head was shaking helplessly, as if he had just been kicked in his chest. He lowered his head and said, "No, I'm used to touching my braids. I feel safe when I hold my braids in my palm."

Then he smelled the subtle change in Zheng Abao's attitude and showed a look of fear, but the fear quickly shattered, and replaced it with a helplessness of "I deserve it". He sat in the chair, looked up weakly at the dark clouds outside the glass window, spread his hands and said, "Master Bao, don't think that I got so much hard-earned money from Lao Pan, I lived to this point of peace. I have died once."

"Die? How do you say it?" Zheng Abao was stunned when he heard this, forgot the anger of being deceived and the instinctive fear and disgust of facing a chameleon.

Zhang Qijie replied: "Man does not have everything if he has money. When he does not want it, he wants it crazy, and after he gets it, it is not the kingdom of heaven, but another kind of hell. People cannot get peace by anything outside their souls."

He shook his head and continued, "I jumped off the passenger ship with Lao Pan's box of money and sneaked back to my hometown without looking back. I clearly remembered that I was only happy for 20 seconds during the whole process."

"20 seconds was the last time Lao Pan and I opened the card. I won the last ring and a piece of cigarette paste when he collapsed on the ground. I jumped out of the chair happily because the bet was over and I won. That kind of happiness was incomparable. But after only 20 seconds, I felt that the moment when the dizziness disappeared when I opened my hand and raised my head to look at the ceiling."

"After 20 seconds, I was extremely afraid that someone would rush in to stop me from taking the money I had won. I was afraid that the little brother behind me would stab me in a knife. Old Pan, who was afraid, would draw a gun to kill me. At that time, the only thing I wanted to do was to quickly pretend and leave quickly. I was so scared that I was about to blow it up;

I tried my best to pretend to be like putting my heart that broke out of my chest and jumped back. After running away from the gambling game, I was so scared that I couldn't say anything. The two little brothers held me tightly and wanted to divide the lottery. I could no longer hear what they were saying, but I instinctively knew what they meant. In order to escape, I opened the suitcase and took two tiger-mouthed money to them. Until now, I don't know how much money I gave them. It's not that I'm generous or that I'm stingy, but that I'm so scared that I can't think. The fear will collapse at any time, and I dissipate invisible.

The same is true when I walked home. When I walked into the crowd, I was trembling, worried that someone would follow me. When I went to the store to buy clothes to dress myself, I was wearing a suitcase without any clothes. It took a long time to find that I couldn’t wear sleeves with my suitcase in my hand because I didn’t even think about letting the handle go for a second; when the boat went to my hometown, I was trembling all over because I was afraid that it was a black boat and that my ill-gotten fortune would be cheaper for others...

I carried my suitcase all the time, for more than 24 hours, and only let it go after a few seconds when I had to wear my newly bought suit. I only wanted to put it down after 5 hours after I sat in the first cabin of the passenger ship from Haijing to Huizhou, but I found.... My left hand could no longer be loose, as if it was frozen with the handle. I used my other hand to pull the hand tightly holding the suitcase one by one, which was so painful that it hurt. The whole hand and the whole arm were so painful that it was so blackened by the thumb, and I almost slaughtered my hand; but half a minute later, I frozen the other hand on the handle and fell asleep holding the box.

After I got home, I tried hard to cheat, holding my own mask, and telling countless people the lies you have heard. At first, I was so scared that I was stuttering. If there were a cheater or a liar like me, I could tell at a glance that I was talking lies, but there were no people in my hometown. Just like other gamblers who were blinded by my braids, they were also fascinated by my wealth. Even if I said I dug up gold nuggets in the sun, they would nod in admiration.

Those who only recognize money but not people are true, and that is true.

I have ill-gotten gains, and I have become a famous person. I have bought the best houses and a lot of land in the village. I told me that the mediators would line up from the door of my main hall to the street. The village chief would re-engrave the genealogy, put my one in the most conspicuous place, and also trace it red.

The funny thing is that it was not until this time that I remembered that I didn’t have a name, because I was born in the seventh grade of the lunar calendar and I wrote “even?g” in my foreign handwriting. Foreigners like this name very much and said it is easy to remember.

But now I am well developed and I have to have a name. I found a scholar and told him that I hope I can express my beautiful wish of having fruitful results and being able to maintain my family business. That is why I have the current name: Zhang Qijie.

For me at that time, I only had to build two monuments in my life - tombstones after death and archways during my lifetime.

Then I began to build my own archway - a Western-style building that showed off my achievements. I found skilled craftsmen from the county town and all over the country to build the tallest Western-style building for me.

Although I can't get involved in the foreign abortion society, and I'm not even considered a person from the sea Song scattered back then, I've never eaten pork, I've always seen pigs running away. I've seen Western buildings like Westerners and rich people live in a grand manner. There are three-story buildings at the back, rows of large glass windows, with bright windows inside, and a dragon's panoramic view from outside. The yard in front is so big that it's enough to run a horse, and I have to plant flowers, plants, and water and trees, and then make a fountain. After entering, I feel relaxed and happy.

But after discussing with local craftsmen, we cannot design this way: the long three-story building is good, but the distance is too long, there are too many windows, and the courtyard wall also needs to be very long. In this case, what if there are thieves? How to prevent it if there are robbers invade? I will have three wives and four concubines in the future. As the master, I cannot see the every move of my wives and concubines. What should I do if they have an affair with my servant?

"And, Mr. Zhang, your original idea looks a bit like a military camp. You are a successful person in our county. Don't you want to climb a high place to see far? What's the use of being so long? You have to be tall and suppress Feng Shui." Someone also added this idea.

After discussing, the drawings were changed again and again. On the night when I finally decided, I couldn't help but review the drawings I discussed with the craftsmen again. I was shocked to find: This is not a Western building? I built a bunker for myself! And it looked like a tower!

But when I thought about it, I was happy again: the area covers a small area, which is convenient for family members to monitor and hide; there is only one door, which makes it convenient for me to close the door and resist thieves; there are gun holes around me, and I am not afraid even if there are bandits coming. It is so good to close the door and shoot them in the building; the floor is as high as a tower, so I can put all the treasures and grains in and let them sleep in my bedroom. Who can steal it? There is only one staircase, and the space is too narrow, but I can be a one-man who can keep the door open. I can hear anyone going down the stairs. The wives and concubines in the future are not honest? And my watchtower can be seen far away. It is too powerful. I will suppress this land for decades and hundreds of years, and my descendants will live happily in this fort.

As a result, although I was determined to build a Western building, I actually built a Chinese bunker.

Not only me, but all the successful people who have made money in the United States have built Chinese bunkers like me. Although we have the money from foreigners and can speak foreign languages, we are still in the faith of the ancestor who wanders in our hometown, and we cannot avoid fear, evil, and ugliness.

This is how you can see the beautiful things in other cultures, when you move here, you find that you can't copy them, and you'll make it ugly and evil, because your heart and soul are ugly and evil."

Hearing this, Zheng Abao finally smiled. He pulled open the chair and sat opposite Zhang Qijie across the table, and smiled and said, "I have heard of your country bunker. The locals have proved your success in the United States with that. I also praised you to my subordinates: Lao Zhang is quite self-aware and did not pester me to visit the Western buildings of the countrymen."

Zhang Qijie shook his head and said, "That thing is my aesthetic before my death. I have been proud of that thing for several years. Now I live in the courtyard next to the factory without looking at it. I have a monogamous wife and a son, and two servants. It is ten thousand times better than living in that thing. Carrying a water building can make me exhausted."

Then he continued: "When I first returned to China, I married my wife and built a watchtower and rebuilt the ancestral tomb. On the surface, it was considered a glorious family, but in fact, I had a grinding in my heart. Two grinding stones turned back and forth, and I was about to turn into powder. At that time, it seemed like I was crazy.

A grinding stone is fear.

The first fear is that they come to me. I am afraid that Lao Pan will find him back at all times. If he comes, there are only two possibilities: either I kill him or he kills me; I am also afraid that the younger brothers who know my roots on the boat will come here. Although they don’t know my real name and hometown, because as a down-and-out wanderer, there is no face to tell others about their own background, and we don’t trust each other; but when they come, they must be for my money, and they dare to kill me!

The reason why I was worried about being killed at any time, I realized that it was not that they wanted to kill me, but that I had the heart to kill them long ago. It was because I didn’t care about killing them for money that I was worried that they killed me.

I heard that tigers are actually more afraid of people, because people have no intention of harming tigers, and tigers are harmful to people's hearts, so I am a tiger.

The bunker had not been repaired yet, and I had already lived in the bunker. I bought a lot of guns and put them at home. There were always a revolver under the pillow. The house was full of dogs, so when someone came to the village to look for me, everyone told him: Just listen to the dog barking.

Another fear is that I have no money. My money is ill-gotten money. It is not what I earn. It is better to say that it is robbed by me. This kind of money is rootless water. If you spend a penny less, the money I earn when I buy land and rent is not as fast as I spend a lot of money. One year after I return to China, I got into counting money. I counted the remaining money and saw how much it was left. It was not enough to count the money, and I also weighed it. I bought a Chinese scale and a foreign balance. I weighed it in my house for a day. Every time I weighed it, I went to beat my wife, because it is conceivable that there would always be a little less.

This fear also gave me one more problem. I was afraid of gambling. I didn't wake up from the 20-second pleasure of winning Lao Pan. You know, if a gambler finishes a big bet, it will always be calm for two days. This thing is like an opium addiction. If you dizzy, you won't get it right away.

I just play gambling. I know that if I don’t pay a thousand, I can’t win money. Fair gambling is just a hard work. Winning and losing are almost the same, and I have to pay a thousand. So whenever I bet, there will be a thousand, so fat sheep always loses everything. I don’t want to be a fat sheep, because I am not a god of gambling. I have a strong one. If you are a trick, you can kill the master if you kill a master if you have a trick.

Even if you can't meet a strong enemy or a monster with great luck, you may not be able to get a thousand. Judging from my experience, although I am a good player in the profession of a fraud, I can't accumulate wealth at all. I have never heard of any fraud who has a good destination. This is a cursed profession.

And I also know that I have a gambling nature. In fact, everyone has a gambling nature. Once I get in, I may not be able to stop. Didn’t Lao Pan just fall into 53 yuan for 14 yuan? In order to save this mere 67 yuan, his lifelong efforts were wasted.

I am afraid of Lao Pan and I am afraid of being like Lao Pan. What's more, I feel that my money is getting less and less, and I am afraid that the people in my hometown will know my background, so I will never gamble, and I will not gamble if I beat you to death.

At that time, they said that I believed in Christianity in the United States because I looked very strange in my hometown where gambling was everywhere. In fact, they didn’t know that the time when I didn’t gamble was not because I was good, but because I was evil, just like eating people, so they stopped eating people because they were afraid that bones would prick their necks.”

"What else is there except fear?" Zheng Abao looked a little patient, and asked with a cigar in his mouth and rubbed a match, because it seemed that Zhang Qijie was not very much like a cunning chameleon, and he might be talking to his heart.

Zhang Qijie actually laughed and said, "I think you have experienced it too."

"What have I experienced?" Zheng Abao held the matchstick on the fire and raised his head suddenly, while Zhang Qijie on the opposite side apologized repeatedly, as if he thought he had said the wrong thing, and then he started to speak.

"Apart from fear, the second thing torment me is........ I especially want to prove that I am superior because I gave it and I have money. I want everyone to know, respect me, and look at me with the mentality of looking at the master..." Zhang Qijie stuttered and kept staring at Zheng Abao's expression opposite.

"Just show off your wealth. I showed off my wealth, but later I felt it was boring because of the emperor... because..." Zheng Abao was very smart and immediately understood that Zhang Qijie said that he was also a nouveau riche. Who took over a factory, equipment, and human resources from the emperor overnight? Will the Zheng brothers and Li Yuting, who were born in a peasant, want to show off their wealth? But their status was too high and completely surpassed the Zhang Qijie class. Who can show off their wealth? Go to show off their wealth with the royal family and those high officials? So he stuttered. The reason why he stopped showing off his wealth was because he saw that Hai Song was a Christian court and did not like this. In order to invite favor, they began to show off their wealth and began to learn to be low-key. Now, the only blacksmith father in their family is showing off their wealth to a group of servants every day at home.
Chapter completed!