chsdbacks Chapter 32 Worshiping Foreigners and Fawning on Them! Fake Foreigners Sucking Their Feet!
Chapter 32 Worshiping Foreigners and Fawning on Them! Fake Foreigners Sucking Their Feet!
Based on Fang Qi's understanding of Xu Fangjing, this woman was not a naive person and it was unlikely that she would resort to hiding to sulk.
So they were kidnapped?
Xu Fangjing's strength has already reached the level of mastering the twelve internal energy points and opening up seven meridians. Coupled with her identity as the daughter of the owner of the Xingyi Quan school, most people really wouldn't dare to make a move against her.
But now the waters of Tianjin are very murky.
It's not impossible that someone from the West, the East, warlords, esoteric religions, or some extremist groups would kidnap a temple owner's daughter.
After thinking for a while, Fang Qi summoned Lin Zhan, Lin Zhou, Chen Qing, and other guards, and asked them to use their networks to investigate.
Upon learning of this matter, Meng Yusen, the current head bodyguard of the Fang family, also took the initiative to inquire with the Fenglei Martial Arts School.
"A reward of one hundred silver dollars will be given to anyone who provides reliable clues, and three hundred silver dollars will be given to anyone who provides direct clues."
Fang Qi then instructed Jia Nian to release the reward notice.
Xu Fangjing was his business partner and a good person. Her disappearance was somewhat related to him, and given the promise Xu He made before leaving, he had to find her.
......
The night was deep.
A cruise ship is slowly sailing on the sea off Tianjin.
This is the famous cruise ship "Biluo" in Tianjin, made of Western gold, and its hull resembles a white whale floating on the sea.
Tonight, there's a cocktail party here for so-called high society people.
"Mr. Fang, please come in."
Cheng Ting and his elder brother Cheng Fujun warmly invited Fang Qi into the reception hall.
The hall has a very high dome, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the center. The chandelier is made of strings of Western colored glass, and the tassels hanging down are white crystals that look like crushed ice. The light shines through the chandelier, casting mottled red and green shadows in the hall.
The hall was already quite full of people, some dressed in Western suits, others in Dongshan suits with stand-up collars.
There was also a woman with wavy hair wearing a cheongsam with a base embroidered with golden crabapple blossoms and a very high slit, which revealed the lace trim of the lining when she walked, attracting the subtle glances of many gentlemen.
Several younger ladies, dressed in plain white satin with only a jade dragonfly brooch at their collars, stood out as pure and ethereal amidst the brocade and embroidery.
Fang Qi entered the wine room under Cheng Fujun's guidance. A waiter brought over a tray with yellow and green Western liquor on it.
Cheng Ting and Cheng Fujun each took a glass, while Fang Qi glanced at them and simply picked up a glass of water from the side.
He didn't like the Western liquors, which were half strong and half sweet.
"A toast to Mr. Fang!" Cheng Fujun raised his glass, beaming. "Mr. Fang's healing hands are truly miraculous!"
He had already tested the effects of the two pills they had exchanged earlier.
It's not so much good as it is amazing.
Regaining his former glory and conquering the inner chambers was even more exciting than his years of hard work in the business.
To his greatest surprise, his wife was indeed pregnant.
Fang Qi smiled meaningfully: "Brother Cheng, you need to take care of your health. Taking that medicine once a month is enough."
Before boarding the ship, Cheng Fujun personally escorted materials on thirty demons to the Fang residence as a token of his gratitude.
Incidentally, we also closed another deal.
Every month, I take one box of Dianfeng Peiyuan Dan.
Cheng Fujun laughed heartily, just as he was about to boast about how amazing he was, three people came up with glasses in hand.
"Mr. Cheng, what good news is there?"
Two men and one woman, all around the same age as Cheng Ting, exuded an air of refinement in their demeanor.
Cheng Fujun suppressed his smile and introduced the three of them to Fang Qi.
"Li Fu returned from studying in the West and, at a young age, took charge of the Li family's car dealership and transportation businesses."
"Zhou Ge is a kendo genius. He previously studied kendo in Japan and was praised by many kendo masters there."
"Zhou Yin, a true strong woman, single-handedly built the Tianjin Eagle Demon Arena."
After the three introduced themselves, Cheng Fujun paused for a moment before introducing Fang Qi.
"Mr. Fang Qifang, you should all have heard of him."
"I've long admired your name." Li Fu raised his glass in a gesture of respect.
Zhou Ge simply smiled faintly, the meaning of which was unclear.
"Zhou Wei has mentioned Mr. Fang to me many times. I never imagined that Mr. Fang would be so young. It's a pleasure to meet you." Zhou Yin extended her hand to shake hands.
She is Zhou Wei's eldest sister, the woman who single-handedly built Tianjin's first demon and beast fighting arena from scratch for the Zhou family.
"Nice to meet you." Fang Qi extended his hand and shook it lightly, acknowledging each other.
He came here tonight for two reasons: first, Cheng Fujun extended a warm invitation, and second, to see if there were any investment opportunities available.
Zhou Yin's demon arena is quite good. I've heard that there are many kinds of demons in it, including not only cows, sheep, and dogs, but also tigers, leopards, jackals, and the like.
If a cooperation is reached, the variety of demon materials can be enriched.
Zhou Yin had been too busy to meet with Fang Qi in person until tonight, but seeing Fang Qi's truly extraordinary demeanor, she wanted to have a further conversation with him.
But at that very moment...
A young man wearing a dark blue satin robe with floral patterns suddenly barged in from behind Zhou Ge and stared at Fang Qi for several moments.
Zhou Ge was a member of the Zhou family, a sword genius, and had never been hit by anyone before. His anger flared up instantly.
But when he saw the person who had barged in, his anger immediately vanished.
Li Fu, Zhou Wei, Cheng Ting, and the others also had the same expression.
Cheng Fujun paused for a moment, then quickly greeted him with a smile, "Young Master Wu."
Then, he introduced Fang Qi to Wu Zhan, saying, "Wu Zhan is the last disciple of Master Wuji."
This person is young, impulsive, and loves to fight. In fact, he is very strong and has a powerful background, so they usually don't want to run into him.
Fang Qi's heart stirred.
In a place like Tianjin where martial arts flourish, those who can be called masters are those who have surpassed the level of Hua Jin and reached the level of Dan Jin.
He had heard of this Master Wuji; he was the head of the "Wuji True Qigong" school.
The Wuji True Qi Gong is a martial art passed down from the Wuji True Sect two hundred years ago.
Although this sect no longer exists, even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and Wuji True Qi Gong still enjoys a very high status in Tianjin.
If Master Wuji were to open a martial arts school, the Xingyi, Fenglei, and Black Dragon Society would all have to submit.
The closed-door disciple of such a figure could not be simple.
However, the man in front of them, named Wu Zhan, had a serious expression and seemed to have ill intentions.
But Fang Qi thought for a moment and realized that he should never have had any interaction with this person or that Master Wuji.
"You don't like drinking this kind of imported liquor either?"
Wu Zhan suddenly grinned and asked.
Fang Qi paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Come on! It's so smoky in here, let's go outside for some fresh air."
Wu Zhan grabbed Fang Qi and pulled him outside.
Cheng Ting instinctively wanted to follow, but was stopped by Cheng Fujun.
"Big brother..." Cheng Ting didn't understand.
This martial arts battle is like a ticking time bomb; you never know when it might suddenly attack, and he fears Fang Qi might not be able to handle it.
Cheng Fujun watched the two disappear through the door and said with a teasing smile, "Wu Zhan is just a little childish, not brainless. He knows what kind of occasion this is tonight."
"Furthermore, if Mr. Fang is unwilling to go, do you think Wu Zhan can be mobilized so easily?"
......
On the deck, the sea breeze caressed my face, and in the distance, there were sparse lights along the coast, while behind me, the intermittent sounds of Western violins and cellos drifted out.
Compared to the floral and fruity aromas in the bar, the air outside, though carrying a fishy smell, was much more pleasant.
"They're all a bunch of foreign-worshipping bastards!" Wu Zhan stood on the iron railing at the edge of the deck, the sea breeze making his long robe whistle.
"Wearing Western clothes, drinking some foreign liquor, and spending a few years in some foreign country, they think they're at the forefront of the new era, superior to others. It's truly laughable..."
Fang Qi listened silently, occasionally chiming in with a few words, and roughly figured out this successor of the Wuji True Sect.
Wu Zhan was forced to come here to attend the banquet by his master, Master Wuji.
Despite his young age, he is very traditional in his thinking, and he only recognizes the culture of the East that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"These foreigners are nothing but wolves in sheep's clothing, trying to devour my Eastern country completely, and yet they still fawn over them!"
"Pah! Disgusting!"
As Wu Zhan spoke, his gaze occasionally swept over Fang Qi.
He doesn't drink foreign liquor, doesn't wear Western clothes, and has the aura of a traditional sect. He can sense that Fang Qi is like him, sharing the same ideals.
"Brother Fang, don't you think so?" He looked at Fang Qi's clothes with curiosity.
Fang Qi nodded.
Although this is not the Republic of China on Blue Star, the development trajectory is similar, and he agrees with what Wu Zhan said.
Foreigners aren't here to make friends; they're here to eat you.
Wu Zhan was even more delighted to see Fang Qi's approval.
"Brother Fang, you have excellent physical constitution and a deep and concentrated aura, so how come you only have internal strength?" When he pulled Fang Qi out, he immediately felt Fang Qi's physical constitution.
talent?
Fang Qi was speechless for a moment.
"There's no suitable martial art," he said.
"Just because of this?" Wu Zhan muttered under his breath, "Are martial arts techniques really that hard to acquire..."
"..."
"Brother Fang, wait here. I have a few martial arts manuals on the level of internal energy in my room. I'll get them for you right away."
Wu Zhan jumped onto the iron bars. "By the way, Brother Fang, that shirt you're wearing is really nice. Where did you order it? Take me to see it sometime."
After saying that, he grinned and went down to the deck.