Chapter 31 of 100

Chapter 31

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"Please give some recommendation tickets, it's really hard to make it to the category chart..."

On this day, Lin Sha, who was supervising the construction site at Baozhi Lin, suddenly received a summons from his master and hurriedly rushed to the backyard, only to receive a very strange message: the American merchant ship captain, Sassoon, had invited Wong Fei-hung to watch a play with the theater troupe!

How absurd!

This was the first thought that surged in Lin Sha's mind, and the second thought that followed was: there must be a conspiracy!

Unfortunately, due to the passage of time, he could no longer remember the specific content of the first Wong Fei-hung movie. It seemed that foreigners appeared in every film. Could this American merchant be the boss of the first movie?

"Who is this Captain Sassoon, does the master know?"

With too little information, Lin Sha couldn't easily draw a conclusion and had to pass the ball back to his master.

"I've only met him twice, and I don't know much about him. Ya Cha Su should know more!"

Wong Fei-hung shook his head, his brows furrowed, and his tone hesitant.

What are we waiting for? They called Ya Cha Su, but the young man was also confused and didn't know much. He only knew that Sassoon was a relatively powerful merchant, but he wasn't clear about his specific business or strength.

Without knowing the other party's background, not only Lin Sha but even Wong Fei-hung was unsure. However, the American had sent an invitation, and whether it was a blessing or a curse, there was no reason for his master, Wong Fei-hung, to refuse. He had to reluctantly agree.

Fortunately, the local militia had considerable influence, with its reach extending rapidly. In the dock area, they could easily gather information about the foreign merchant ships.

"What? Sassoon's merchant ship is specifically recruiting laborers for 'Gold Mountain'?"

The information returned by the militia brothers made Lin Sha jump up from his chair in shock.

Selling coolies!

This was the only thought that flashed through his mind, and he was firm in his belief!

Lin Sha's intense reaction surprised his master, Wong Fei-hung, and his fellow disciples, who urgently asked what was going on.

Lin Sha didn't answer lightly. Instead, he called Ya Cha Su to explain to his master and fellow disciples how his elders were sold as coolies and struggled to survive in America.

This wasn't a secret involving privacy, so Ya Cha Su had no reason to hide it. He told the story of his ancestors being sold as coolies and their difficult survival in America, a story filled with the tragic blood and tears of Chinese laborers.

Wong Fei-hung was shocked, Ya Cha Su was shocked, and the entire Baozhi Lin was shocked. Even Lin Sha, who already knew about the tragic fate of Chinese laborers in America, was deeply moved by the firsthand account.

There must be a conspiracy!

This was the first thought that came to everyone's mind after hearing Ya Cha Su's story.

Damn Sassoon, you American villain, inviting Wong Fei-hung to watch a Chinese play at the largest theater in Foshan—just thinking about it reeked of conspiracy.

"Why not go?"

Wong Fei-hung suddenly felt a surge of righteousness, rejecting his disciples' advice and firmly deciding to accept the invitation. He wanted to see what tricks the American captain had up his sleeve.

Unexpectedly, Thirteenth Aunt, unwilling to be left out, insisted on going. Neither Wong Fei-hung nor Lin Sha and the other disciples would agree, as it would only cause trouble.

After much persuasion, Wong Fei-hung signed a series of unequal treaties to barely pacify the unhappy, Western-dressed beauty, Thirteenth Aunt. Then, Lin Sha and the other disciples began their preparations.

Porky Rong and Lin Sha, the two most capable disciples, had to go. Ling Yunjie, who was always by his master's side, also had to go. The other disciples would stay at Baozhi Lin, supervising the construction site and guarding against any trouble.

Once everything was ready and the agreed time arrived, Wong Fei-hung led three or four capable disciples to the largest theater in Foshan, where Liang Kuan had previously worked.

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"Liang Kuan, what are you doing here again?"

At the theater entrance, for some reason, there were many more people than usual. A long queue formed at the entrance, and many excited theatergoers gathered, discussing something animatedly.

Lin Sha, holding the invitation, saw that the person collecting money at the entrance was none other than Liang Kuan.

"Ah, it's Brother Lin Sha. Why are you here? Are you a fan of Bai Yulan's plays?"

Liang Kuan's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but he didn't rush to answer Lin Sha's question. Instead, he enthusiastically took the invitation from Lin Sha, his face, dotted with a few pimples, showing curiosity.

"I never watch plays!"

Liang Kuan didn't want to explain, and Lin Sha didn't press the issue. He pointed to the invitation in Liang Kuan's hand and said loudly, "I'm here for the invitation!"

Feeling a bit uneasy, he pulled Liang Kuan aside and whispered, "Be on your guard, something might happen later!"

After giving a well-intentioned warning, Lin Sha ignored Liang Kuan's repeated calls and turned to lead his master and the other disciples into the open-air theater, finding a few good seats with a clear view.

"Isn't there a bit too many people?"

As they sat down, Wong Fei-hung frowned, looking around the crowded open-air theater, and whispered to his disciples.

If he hadn't known before, it would have been fine, but now that he knew the American merchant was not a good person and that there might be a fierce struggle, he was worried about potential collateral damage in such a noisy and crowded environment.

"Master, I'll go check around with Yunjie!"

Before Lin Sha could respond, Porky Rong couldn't sit still. He wriggled in his seat, looking around eagerly. Seeing his master speak, he immediately pulled Ling Yunjie away to the crowded areas.

"Master, everything will fall into place. Since we're already here, worrying won't help. Let's wait for the American to arrive and see what happens!"

Lin Sha was also uncertain and couldn't guess the American's intentions. He forced a smile to reassure his master, but his right hand unconsciously touched the hidden spot on his waist.

"General has arrived!"

At that moment, a loud announcement came from the theater entrance. Under the welcoming of the theater manager and the staff, the Foshan General strode in, his steps powerful and imposing.

"How is it you, Wong Fei-hung? Did Mr. Sassoon invite you as well?"

Seeing Wong Fei-hung sitting confidently, the Foshan General frowned, his tone surprised and somewhat displeased.

"Master Wong, greetings!"

Before Wong Fei-hung could greet the Foshan General, a young man dressed as a wealthy son, wearing a pair of sunglasses, greeted him with a bow.

Wong Fei-hung and Lin Sha were both stunned: "Thirteenth Aunt, how could it be you..."

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