America 1881: Legend of the West

Kameda Masao is a tough man and a man of action.

This is destined to make him different from the ambassador who only shuts himself in the door and stamps his feet and is incompetent and furious.

He can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, even if he doesn't get any support, or even commits the following crime.

Therefore, when the Japanese who came to invite Chen Jianqiu stood at the door of Chinatown, Chen Jianqiu was a little surprised.

"Neither humble nor arrogant?" Chen Jianqiu stood on the second floor of the teahouse, looking at the Japanese who stared intently.

"Well, he said that President Kameda sincerely invites you to have a chat. In exchange, he can stay in Chinatown as a hostage." He Kuan said standing beside him.

He once studied in Japan, so he understands Japanese.

"Bullshit, a hundred of them are not worth enough for my boss's life, do you think we are fools?" Li Sifu behind him was very dissatisfied, "Besides, he didn't say a word when the fight started, and now he comes to sue for peace after losing, it's nothing. thing?"

"Then, I'll send him away." He Kuan said and turned around to go downstairs.

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand:

"If you want to talk, I'm sure you're welcome. I also want to know what the guy opposite, Masao Kameda, is up to."

"However, he does not have the final say on where the negotiations will take place,"

He turned to He Kuan.

"Go and tell the messenger that if Kameda Masao really wants to negotiate, he will come to this teahouse at noon tomorrow, and forget it if he is afraid of death."

The Japanese who brought the letter quickly told Kameda Masao the news.

"Kameda-kun, those Chinese are so scheming, you'd better not go!"

In the game room of the guild hall, Priest Sato held a small paper fan and sat face to face with Kameda Masao.

Yamamoto Haruma sat beside the two of them.

The two did not play chess today.

Kameda Masao still has the face of a dead mother, but from Sato's perspective, there is unwillingness and forbearance in the dead mother.

"No, we initiated the negotiation. If we don't go now, it will be more solid that our original motivation for the negotiation was problematic!"

Kameda Masao spoke word by word in a stuck tone, and his voice was extremely hoarse, boring and unpleasant.

"Then what if they detained you?" The priest fanned his face, but his expression showed no concern at all.

"No, I think Mr. Chen is a smart man and he would not do such a thing." Masao Kameda said, "I will ask Haruma Yamamoto to go with me, and nothing will happen to him. "

Yamamoto Haruma trembled violently.

The scene in Chinatown that day emerged in his mind.

Anyway, he didn't want to go to that place again in a short time.

But he soon caught Kameda Masao's gaze.

Haruma Yamamoto couldn't help but tremble again.

These are the eyes of an old crocodile, with a haggard face but a gaze that can kill at any time.

Yamamoto Haruma didn't know if he could come back safely this time when he accompanied Kameda to Chinatown, but he understood that if he refused now, he would never see the sun tomorrow.

So he lowered his head: "Hey!"

After receiving Haruma Yamamoto's reply, Masao Kameda immediately looked at Priest Sato and said in a low voice:

"If something unexpected happens to me, then I have sacrificed my life for the emperor, and I should be a heroic soul in the world, right?"

Priest Sato fanned himself a few more times.

He tilted his head and looked at Kameda Masao for a long time, and then he said one sentence from his thin lips:

"Yes, Kameda-kun."

The next day, Masao Kameda and Haruma Yamada appeared at the entrance of Chinatown.

The president of Xuanyang Society is still dressed like a traditional samurai.

He chose a navy blue silk kimono and put on his family's ancestral samurai sword.

Kameda Masao glanced at the sword in his hand and felt a little emotional.

The ancestor of the Kameda family was originally a retainer of the Takeda family, and later joined Tokugawa Ieyasu, and he became famous over time.

However, in his generation, he could only serve the emperor in places like Hawaii.

Next to him, Yamamoto Haruma was still wearing the same sleeveless short coat, with his turban fluttering in the wind. The muscles on his arms were strong and strong, with veins popping out.

Let's face it, this guy still has the demeanor of a master when he's pretending.

"Chen Jianqiu! Come out to see me! We are here to negotiate!"

Haruma Yamamoto took a deep breath and shouted with great energy.

Although it is the Chinese home court, the momentum cannot be weak.

"Chen! Sword! Qiu!"

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Chinatown has long since returned to normal, and there are many pedestrians coming and going at the intersection.

They all looked at the two Japanese with strange eyes.

Although they didn't understand what they were saying, they could still understand the three words "Chen Jianqiu".

That person is now a first-rate hero in their minds.

What are these two Japanese doing with that great hero?

"Chen! Sword! Qiu!"

Haruma Yamamoto continued to shout, his face turning white and red for a while.

White is because the shouting consumes too much energy and the breath can't keep up; red is because the blood surges from embarrassment to anger and the face turns red.

Kameda's expression was as gloomy as ever.

But it was obvious that he also felt greatly insulted, and his lowered fingers were trembling slightly.

"Hey, what are you yelling about? Didn't I ask you to come to the teahouse?"

After a while, a head popped out of a teahouse not far from the street entrance and shouted at Haruma Yamamoto.

It's Li Sifu.

He didn't care about etiquette, he just felt that the two people were too noisy, so he stuck his head out.

Yamamoto Haruma cannot understand Chinese, and Li Sifu cannot understand Japanese.

The two of them just stared at each other like they were talking to each other.

"You came here to negotiate without even a translator." Li Sifu muttered.

Kameda, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head and shouted in a hoarse voice toward the teahouse:

"We are sincerely here to negotiate, and we also invite Mr. Chen to come out and meet."

He spoke Chinese. Although he was not proficient, his words were clear.

Kameda understands Chinese. He not only understands Chinese, but also understands Cantonese.

When Xuanyang Society was first established, he was originally sent to Guangzhou, but later came to Hawaii due to various reasons.

Li Sifu was stunned for a moment, but then he returned to the house.

After a while, the side window on the second floor was opened, and Chen Jianqiu's face was exposed through the half-open window.

He didn't speak, just looked at the two people downstairs silently.

Kameda Masao just thought for a moment, then took steps towards the tea house.

Along the way, no one made it difficult for them.

The first floor of the teahouse is still in business, and the tea patrons are even discussing the battle that took place in Chinatown and the Japanese a few days ago.

Kameda Masao said nothing.

Before he came, he had predicted what might happen.

The president had enough determination to face all this, and Haruma Yamamoto next to him also had an expressionless face, but he mainly didn't understand.

After passing through the lobby on the first floor, the two people climbed the wooden stairs to the second floor.

There are private rooms on the second floor.

However, this time, Chen Jianqiu did not make things difficult for them.

Because the door of one of the private rooms has been opened.

Chen Jianqiu, on the other hand, was sitting in front of a long table by the window, waiting for them.