Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 76 076 Forgot to ask
If he really succeeds, will Feng Xiuhu still have the reputation he has worked so hard to build?

After jumping off the rickshaw, Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi walked closer to take a look.

I saw workers gathered around the white stone wall, working together and using rope ladders to transport workers and building materials down.

Feng Xiuhu leaned on the stone railing and looked down. There were already many workers busy in the area where the stockade building was originally built in the base city.

The people from the lower city who were forced to chisel the wall and build stairs stopped working and gathered not far away.

Standing in front of the crowd were Feng Xiuhu's brothers, who seemed to be confronting the workers.

Feng Xiuhu laughed: "Well, you didn't even say hello to me. You don't even take me seriously."

Not only did no one greet him, but even the cleverest Ermazi didn't come to inform him of the news, for some unknown reason.

Shunzi was also furious. He rushed over first and pushed the workers who were moving things to the ground, saying, "Stop! Stop!"

The workers looked over one after another. Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi, who had changed into new Western clothes, looked quite respectable. The workers did not know their background, so they did not dare to act rashly.

A man who looked like a foreman came out and bowed to Feng Xiuhu: "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

Feng Xiuhu looked at him with a smile: "Don't you know me?"

The foreman studied Feng Xiuhu's face for a moment and shook his head, "He certainly doesn't look familiar."

Feng Xiuhu's eyes suddenly darkened: "How dare you work on my land without even knowing me?"

The foreman's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a serious tone, "Excuse me... is it Master Feng, the Crazy Tiger, who is here in person?"

Feng Xiuhu's expression turned from confusion to doubt, then from doubt to shock, and then from shock to anger. He grabbed the foreman by the collar and said, "Who gave me this nickname? It's too ugly!"

The foreman quickly begged for mercy: "Forgive me, forgive me! I heard it from somewhere else, everyone calls it that."

Feng Xiuhu let go of the foreman, his eyes wandering, his brain thinking urgently - who was ruining his reputation outside?
Shunzi knew Feng Xiuhu had forgotten his business again, so he leaned over and whispered, "Brother, the elevator."

Feng Xiuhu came to his senses and said, "Right! Who gave you permission to start working?"

The foreman smiled bitterly and bowed, "Master Feng, we're just doing our bit and following the factory manager's orders. We do whatever he tells us to do. Why are you arguing with us?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "You are right. I won't argue with you. Then tell me where the manager is and I will go to him to reason with him."

The foreman pointed to the wall below and said, "The elevator needs to be built from the bottom up. The manager has already led the people down and said he wants to supervise the work personally."

He glanced at Feng Xiuhu, not knowing whether it was a kind reminder or a warning: "The steward also said that no one can stop you from taking the elevator. If you do, you will be going against the government and will lose your head."

Feng Xiuhu drew his hatchet from his waist, nodded, and said, "Alright, if you lose your head, I'll do as he says."

……

Shunzi hailed a rickshaw, gave the driver some money, and asked him to help go to the house to report the news.

After a while, the driver came back with Ermazi and Damazi.

Feng Xiuhu asked the two brothers to stay here and supervise the workers to transport all the building materials downstairs, and then drive the workers away.

After explaining all this, Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi went down to the bottom city together along the rope ladder.

There were quite a few workers working under the wall, and they were working hard. They had already cleared the ruins of the original village building and were laying the foundation for the new elevator.

Seeing two strangers without work clothes suddenly coming down the rope ladder, the surrounding workers cast curious glances at them.

Feng Xiuhu was not going to tolerate them, so he drew out his hand axe and threw it out with all his might.

boom--!
The hand axe chopped hard into the wooden stakes of the foundation and stopped in front of a worker who was working.

Feng Xiuhu took a deep breath and roared with all his might, "Stop it right there!"

This caused a huge commotion. Everyone stopped where they were and looked over here.

"Cough." A light cough was heard, and the workers made way to both sides.

Feng Xiuhu looked in the direction he was going and saw a figure sitting on a wide chair at the end of the road. Next to the chair was a small table for placing tea cups.

The man was wearing a long gown and a mandarin jacket, and a top hat. He slowly turned his head to look at Feng Xiuhu.

He sat there calmly and motionlessly. When his eyes met Feng Xiuhu's, he took off his hat and pressed it against his chest, nodding slightly at Feng Xiuhu.

It seems that he is very confident.

Feng Xiuhu walked along this road and took the axe halfway.

When they got closer, seeing Feng Xiuhu was in a threatening manner, some workers surrounded him and blocked the road.

Shunzi squeezed forward and pushed forward, his eyes wide with anger: "Dare to block my big brother's way? I'll break your bones!"

His physique was indeed intimidating, and the workers subconsciously took a step back.

"Let him come."

The manager's calm voice sounded again, and the workers made way.

Feng Xiuhu came to him. The steward didn't even raise his eyelids, scraping the tea foam with the porcelain lid: "Deacon Feng, right? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Feng Xiuhu ignored him and kept his eyes on the ground beside the chair.

Sanmazi was left there with his hands and feet tied and his mouth blocked.

Judging from the gray marks on his clothes, he must have been severely beaten.

Sanmazi's broken bones had not yet healed, and he suffered this torture again. He was whimpering in pain on the ground.

Feng Xiuhu looked towards the opposite side not far away. There were obviously quite a few brothers, but they were all standing there with their heads down and no one said a word. Even when Feng Xiuhu arrived, no one greeted him.

Feng Xiuhu was a little angry: "Are you all mute?"

The brothers looked up at him, and finally someone whispered, "Squad Leader..."

Behind him, the steward chuckled, "Most of the people under Deacon Feng are sensible, unlike this little bastard at my feet, who appears young and energetic but is actually impulsive and brainless."

He raised his eyebrows and said something with a hint of meaning: "I think Deacon Feng should be a sober person..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Feng Xiuhu suddenly turned around, snatched the teacup from the steward's hand, and smashed it on his forehead with a bang.

"Did I let you talk?"

The incident happened suddenly, and the manager forgot the pain for a moment and looked at Feng Xiuhu in shock.

The surrounding workers were about to attack, but Shunzi stood in front of them, arms outstretched, ready to attack: "Whoever comes will die!"

Feng Xiuhu grabbed the steward and held the axe blade to his throat. "Come on! Come on if you're brave enough! I'll chop him off first!"

A streak of blood trickled down the steward's forehead. He was panicked for a moment before he quickly calmed down and waved his hands, shouting, "Don't move!"

He forced a smile at Feng Xiuhu: "Deacon Feng, calm down. Let me make myself clear first."

Feng Xiuhu also sneered at him: "Explain clearly? I don't understand it, but you - did you forget to ask what kind of person I am before you came?"

You know what, the manager really didn't ask.

He didn't think of the worst. He was the factory manager, a close confidant of the nobleman, and had the approval document stamped by the government office. What else did he need to bother to find out?
Not to mention that Feng Xiuhu was just a small deacon, even if a priest came, he would not dare to stop the work that had been approved by the government office.

　A new year, a new month, and I start asking for monthly tickets all over again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)