Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1193: Long-lost Frustration

Taiwan is a good place, at least for Du Weiguo.

Because he is not particularly conspicuous here, his accent, appearance, and habits can be relatively easily integrated into the surrounding environment.

The key is that basically no one here knows him. With a simple disguise, he can blend in with the crowd and avoid unnecessary trouble.

At least Du Weiguo naively thought so.

The last time he came to Taiwan, Du Weiguo planned to spend two days alone and quiet, away from blood and scheming, but he ended up causing a lot of trouble.

But he was still a little unwilling, so he came again.

However, things went against his wishes. It seemed that there were some dark hands that had been manipulating Du Weiguo's fate.

Just like that, he just randomly found a restaurant and had a meal, and he was targeted again.

At this moment, he had already cleared all the food on the table. It must be said that the food at this Sanyanqiao restaurant is quite good, with good color, aroma and taste.

Apart from that, I don’t know if it’s because of the special secret ingredient that makes it so fragrant.

Especially the signature braised pig's trotter, which is so delicious that Du Weiguo ordered more twice until it was sold out.

"Damn it, where exactly is the problem?" Du Weiguo muttered to himself, tapping lightly on the table.

Before, Miss Hu said that people like him would not be tolerated in the world, and Du Weiguo was skeptical about this statement.

Moreover, even if there really is such an illusory existence as divine punishment, there must be traces to follow and it must be logical.

If there is no divine thunder from the sky, it can just kill him directly.

Therefore, up to now, most of the troubles and disasters that Du Weiguo has experienced are basically man-made disasters.

Except for the occasional time when he took the initiative to meddle in other people's affairs and got himself into trouble, most of the time, trouble came to him on its own initiative.

For example, now, the clever young man who had just come forward and entertained him enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

At the moment, he was in the back alley, playing with crickets with a few guys who were dressed in shabby clothes and looked like they were not good people.

During this time, he would point to the private room where Du Weiguo was, and then measure his height and appearance with his hands.

Du Weiguo was considered an old hand, and even if he used his heels to think, this guy couldn't possibly be praising him for being handsome.

Combined with the boy's action of secretly weighing Du Weiguo's handbag just now, and his intentional or unintentional glances at his watch, as well as the subtle greed and contempt in his eyes.

All signs indicate that these guys probably regarded him as a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

"Is it because of the accent?" Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, scratched his head, and looked a little annoyed.

People say that capable people can do anything. Du Weiguo occasionally feels that he is quite awesome. However, he has an obvious shortcoming: his language talent is very poor, so poor that it is unbearable to look at.

Let’s talk about Cantonese first. He had been staying in Hong Kong Island for quite a long time, on and off, and during that time he also found a professional language teacher to study hard.

However, until now, Du Weiguo's Cantonese is still scattered, and local people can tell at a glance that he is from the north.

Besides, his English and Japanese are not that good either.

My English relies on my memories from my previous life and is just passable, but my Japanese is terrible. I can't speak long sentences at all and I often make mistakes in grammar and vocabulary, so I can just barely communicate.

In Taiwan, although the daily language is very close to Mandarin, it is not Mandarin after all. It also has an accent, and it is very representative.

In fact, almost every place in the entire Chinese region has an accent.

In slightly more remote places, the dialects vary from village to village. Even Bincheng, which speaks the closest language to Mandarin, has an accent.

Therefore, in Taiwan, whenever Du Weiguo opens his mouth, he will be defined as an outsider.

After all, judging from his current age, if he is a local, he must have grown up in Taiwan Island and would speak with a Taiwanese accent.

"Alas, besides my accent, my behavior is also problematic. I always spend money lavishly like a wealthy local, which inevitably makes people covet me."

Du Weiguo stroked his pipe, sighed softly, and realized his problem.

Disguise has always been a science. External changes such as appearance, age, height, and body shape are only the most superficial parts.

A true master can also change his voice, tone, accent, catchphrase, daily habits, and even his temperament, expression, and even his eyes.

For example, the old fox Guiziliu in Sijiu City is a master in all fields.

Even if you know his true identity, you will still be confused by his disguise and begin to doubt yourself.

As for Du Weiguo, he is now very boastful, and he has been doing so for too long.

I won't go into details about how powerful Lord Sha Shen is now, but at his current limit, he can only hide his appearance and become more ordinary, not standing out from the crowd.

But it would be extremely difficult to make him eat coarse food, become ragged, and pretend to be an ant at the bottom of society.

The so-called flexibility also has its limits.

The bottom line for a wolf pretending to be a dog is not to eat shit, and the bottom line for Du Weiguo's makeup change is at least to achieve financial freedom in food, clothing and daily necessities, and not to be stingy everywhere.

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, so Du Weiguo now looks like a wealthy and powerful nouveau riche wherever he goes.

Think about it from another perspective: an ordinary-looking stranger wearing gold and silver and spending money like water.

I am afraid that in any era and any place, one would be regarded as a sheep by the local lower class.

Right now, World War II has just ended not long ago, and wars are still ongoing in some local areas. The whole world is still in a relatively chaotic and wild stage, and the security situation in most countries is not optimistic.

The same is true in Taiwan. Due to historical reasons, it is a mixed bag of good and bad people. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, there are turbulent undercurrents.

Therefore, a fat sheep like Du Weiguo who has no background is naturally easy to be targeted.

After figuring out the key points, Du Weiguo flicked away his cigarette butt helplessly, then squinted his eyes and glanced towards the back alley.

At this moment, the young man had finished discussing with a few thugs. He hummed a little tune and strolled back to the restaurant.

Those thugs trotted all the way and came around the front door. It was obvious that these bastards wanted to surround Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo slowly crushed the cigarette butt and smacked his lips a little angrily:

"Damn it, I don't believe it. I can't avoid this bullshit."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up and kicked the window open with a loud bang.

"Gan!"

The young man who had just walked to the stairwell heard the noise coming from the private room. He cursed anxiously and hurried in to check.

However, in the private room, apart from a table full of leftovers and an open window, there was no sign of Du Weiguo.

The young man hurriedly ran to the window to look again. The street was crowded with people, but there was no sign of Du Weiguo.

"Stop! I was blinded. I actually ran into a scoundrel who ate and ate for free!"

At the same time, more than ten kilometers away, on Zhonghua Road close to Ximending, is the rooftop of Zhonghua Department Store, Taipei’s most distinctive landmark building.

The two wild mandarin ducks who were hiding behind the chimney and fighting passionately were almost scared crazy by the sudden appearance of Du Weiguo.

"Ah!" The woman screamed and squatted on the ground in a panic, holding her dress, barely hiding her private parts.

"Sa Xiao, who the hell are you? How did you get up here?"

The man was a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair and a protruding belly. His penis was so frightened that it had become a small snail. He was holding up his trousers in panic while shouting and cursing in a timid manner.

"It's okay, I'm just passing by, you guys continue."

Du Weiguo waved his hands loudly and walked around the chimney.

"Fuck you! You ruined my good deeds and you want to leave!"

As the saying goes, if you endure for a moment, they will become more aggressive; if you take a step back, they will become even more aggressive. Human beings are essentially animals that bully the weak and fear the strong.

Seeing that Du Weiguo spoke very politely and turned around and walked away as if he was escaping, the man with the slicked-back hair thought that he was guilty and chased after him relentlessly.

"Stop right there, little Sa!"

At this time, there were still dozens of meters left to the exit of the rooftop that was locked with an iron chain.

Du Weiguo was now a well-known figure, and he couldn't let a pervert chase him away. "What do you want?" He could only stop helplessly.

Having learned from the rather unpleasant experience just now, Du Weiguo deliberately used a soft Taiwanese accent when speaking.

  But it was a complete failure, and he was directly called out by the slicked-back guy:

"Ha! You're still trying to be so pretentious with me, you damn northerner. Did you just escape from the north?"

"Uh~" Du Weiguo was speechless for a moment after his identity was exposed.

  However, seeing his frustrated look, the man with the slicked back hair became even more proud. He tied his belt slowly, walked in square steps, and asked jokingly:

"Ha! I was right, wasn't I? Tell me, what on earth are you trying to do by sneaking up here? Are you planning to hide on the rooftop and then sneak into the mall at night to steal things?"

The China Plaza is composed of eight three-story buildings and is the largest comprehensive shopping mall in East Asia and even in Asia as a whole.

The Zhongzi Building where Du Weiguo was located was the first building on the north side, right next to the train station. The second floor was connected to the platform, so there were indeed conditions for him to climb up to the roof with his bare hands.

Originally, according to Du Weiguo's previous temper, he would definitely kick him unconscious with a flying kick and then walk away.

However, because of what happened at the Sanyanqiao Restaurant just now, coupled with the current situation, Du Weiguo's desire to win was aroused.

"Damn it, as an ordinary person, I can't take a single step?"

Du Weiguo cursed in his heart, but put on a stern expression on his face and shouted in a deep voice.

"Get lost! I have things to do. If you delay my work, I will kill you!"

"Fuck you! Who are you pretending to be, you damn Yankee? How dare you threaten me?"

Upon hearing this, the man with the slicked-back hair was not frightened at all. Instead, he became furious and slapped Du Weiguo in the face while cursing.

If Du Weiguo was hit by his slap, he would be finished. It would be better for him to just find a piece of tofu and kill himself.

He dodged by just slightly turning his body.

But at this moment, Du Weiguo was actually quite helpless. He didn't expect that this guy with a slicked back hair was so difficult to deal with. He was a tough guy who wouldn't listen to any advice.

  Resisting the urge to kick him to death, Du Weiguo lowered his voice and scolded in English:

"Madfake, I'm a CIA agent, and I'm on a secret mission right now. Are you tired of living?"

"Ok?"

The man with the slicked-back hair is the building manager of Zhongzi Building. He is doing pretty well and has a certain status, so naturally he knows English.

He was stunned when he suddenly heard Du Weiguo speaking a series of fluent English.

After all, he had already determined in his mind that Du Weiguo had just smuggled in from the north, and there were very few people in the north who could speak English.

  But the next second, the man with the slicked back hair swung his arm again and hit him on the head, cursing loudly:

"CIA! Fuck you, you damn Yankee. If you were the CIA, I'd be the President of the United States!"

"Fuck you!" Du Weiguo had to dodge sideways again. He was also a little irritated.

At this moment, he felt a long-lost sense of frustration, and he never expected that it was given to him by a street ruffian.

It turned out that without his omnipotent superpowers and his unique identity and background, he really couldn't even fool a small-time thug and was completely useless.

Du Weiguo suddenly felt a sense of loss as if he had fallen from the sky to the mortal world.

"Fuck! You dare to hide? I now suspect that your clothes and watch are stolen!"

The man with the slicked-back hair took advantage of the situation and kept chasing Du Weiguo, but his physical strength was very poor and he was sweating and panting after a few hits.

As a result, not even the corner of his clothes was touched. In fact, Du Weiguo just stood there without moving, and just turned his body a few times.

However, the guy with the slicked-back hair was a typical scoundrel who would take advantage of others. When he saw that he couldn't slap the woman, he actually kicked her and loudly called out to the woman who was having sex with him to come over and help.

"Ah Fang, come here quickly, help me catch this guy and send him to the police station!"

The woman named Afang is probably around 30 years old, which is not considered young. She looks average, but she has a nice figure and a seductive look in her eyes.

She had just put on her dress and when she heard the man's greeting, her eyes were wandering and she seemed a little hesitant.

"Jianlin, forget it, let him go!"

It was obvious that this woman was quite scheming and she didn't want to make the situation worse. It was highly likely that the relationship between them was not proper and could not be made public.

"Ah Fang! What are you afraid of? Don't worry, I'm very familiar with Chief Zhou. As long as this northerner is arrested~uh~"

The slicked-back-haired man's shouting stopped abruptly, as a cold gun was suddenly pressed against his chin.

"Yeah~"

Seeing the gun, the woman couldn't help but scream, but she reacted quickly and covered her mouth in time before she finished screaming.

"Brother, don't be impulsive. It's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding~"

The cold touch of the steel and the faint smell of gunpowder emanating from the muzzle of the gun made the man with the slicked-back hair break out in a cold sweat in an instant, and he became timid in an instant, just like the little snail under his crotch.

"Damn it, weren't you so awesome just now?"

Du Weiguo's tone was stern. He was actually very annoyed now, feeling as if he was in a difficult situation.

Killing the guy with the slicked back hair would mean admitting that he was indeed incompetent. If he didn't kill him, this guy would be a reckless person and it would not end well.

The key point is that there is a spectator named Afang standing next to them. She is a completely innocent person, so Du Weiguo can't do it to her.

When it comes to killing, he has always been decisive and has never been as conflicted as he is now.

"Brother, yes, I am blind and don't know the real purpose. You, you are just seeking money. It would be embarrassing if a gun went off and someone died.

The man with the slicked-back hair raised his hands. He was trembling with fear and stammering, but his thoughts were very clear.

"Brother, I know all the rules of the underworld. I, I have money. As long as you name an amount, I will never bargain. I will also forget today's incident and your face. By the way, I swear, I will never call the police!"

"Uh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Weiguo hit his protruding belly hard with the butt of a gun. His face turned red in pain and he slowly squatted on the ground.

"boom!"

Du Weiguo kicked him again, knocking him onto his back, and then with a sharp look, he scared away Afang who was about to rush over.

Damn it, he was treated as a robber again. It was quite an improvement, he was upgraded directly from a thief to a robber.

A pair of size 44 hard-soled leather shoes stepped hard on the soft belly of the man with the slicked-back hair, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead.

"Damn it! I asked and you answered. If you waste another word, I'll kill you right away!"

"Okay, okay, brother, you ask, you ask."

The man with the slicked-back hair looked like a drowned dog, his face full of humility and flattery, as he clung to Du Weiguo's big feet tightly.

Du Weiguo's back teeth were clenched and he asked word by word, "I said I was from the CIA, why the hell didn't you believe me?"

"I believe it, I believe it, sir. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize the real talent."

"boom!"

Such obvious perfunctory response made Du Weiguo so angry that his blood pressure soared and his head ached. He stomped hard on the hip nerve plexus of the man with the slicked-back hair.

"Ah~" The man with the slicked-back hair wailed like a slaughtered pig, tears streaming down his face, begging for mercy without thinking:

“Please, please spare me, big brother, please spare me, no, sir, I was wrong, I was really wrong!”

Du Weiguo exhaled a breath of foul air, veins popped out on his fists, and he resisted the urge to shoot the guy with the slicked-back hair.

  He pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead and asked through gritted teeth:

"I'm asking you one last time, why don't you believe it?"

"Brother, please don't kill me. I'll tell you everything."

The man with the slicked-back hair waved his hands like windmills and agreed silently, but his cunning eyes swung wildly, staring at Du Weiguo without blinking.

Du Weiguo is now quite experienced in dealing with people, so of course he understood what he meant in seconds. This guy was waiting for a promise, a promise not to kill him if he told the truth.

"Damn it, did I ever give you face?" Du Weiguo's eyes became fierce and he pulled the bolt directly.

The man with the slicked-back hair didn't dare to hope for luck anymore: "No, no, I say, brother, your accent is wrong! Your manners are wrong too!"

"Hmm? Style?" Du Weiguo frowned.