C1096 A new day

Boss Mi's words had moved everyone on the streets. Many of the mega-merchant who were of similar wealth to him were now regretting to the point that their intestines were about to turn green.

Everyone knew that doing good deeds and doing good deeds had good rewards, but how many people would do that even if they knew about it? Or did he really do it without any regrets?

It was not that Shopkeeper Wang and the rest had not done good deeds before, that they had not supported the military and saved the citizens, but that they did not do things as thoroughly as the Boss Mi.

The Boss Mi truly had a good fate! On the night when Xiao Letian first came to the Ryukyu to lead a hundred thousand Chinese to revolt, the life of the entire family of the Boss Mi was saved by the Prime Minister.

His wife and daughter were about to be insulted, and his son's life was about to be lost. Just at that time, Xiao Letian's blood flag suddenly appeared on the street, and with a shiny long blade, it chopped down that group of evil spirits.

The Mi family's life had been saved by Xiao Letian, and from that moment onwards, Boss Mi had resolved to repay the Prime Minister's life saving grace!

French Expeditionary Force called for help, Boss Mi called for food, the new army was short of manpower, he wanted to provide them with supplies! What Mi Fei had done was only one of the reasons, and the more important reason was to repay the gratitude.

As for the other mega-merchant, their attitudes when doing good deeds were not as pure as before. People like Shopkeeper Wang did indeed spend a lot of money, but they were a lot less generous.

On the one hand, they wanted to accumulate some merits for themselves. On the other hand, they also had thousands of years of unwritten rules of survival for Asian businessmen. They wanted to spend money to avoid disasters, especially disasters in the public sector.

Asia was deeply influenced by the culture of the Central Plains, especially this kind of mercantilism. It was not a joke to the four peoples of the industry and industry. Although the merchants were rich, in the eyes of the most senior scholars, they were like a flock of fat sheep.

In the ancient times, a magistrate was already a marquis. A marquis was a marquis was a marquis. A marquis was a marquis was a marquis. A marquis was a marquis was was a marquis. A marquis was was a marquis was was was.

In fact, there had always been bullying by the officials towards the peasants, workers, and merchants. However, due to various reasons, it was not the extremely poor rural workers that felt threatened the most, but those mega-merchant s.

The theory was very simple! How rich the merchant was, he could be fat for a year with a bite, and how much did the destitute peasants and craftsmen have to eat in order to be comparable to the merchant's? Besides, there were a lot of poor people. Occasionally, he would need to rely on them to raise his reputation.

Therefore, in all the generations of Chinese government, it was never a serious crime for local officials to bully merchants. Even if they did, they would only bully the upper echelons.

In history, there had even been cases involving some officials. First, let's see who on the plaintiff side had the money, and the plaintiff side would always win the case. Now we look like a joke, but in ancient times there was a lot of praise for this kind of behavior.

The survival of merchants in this kind of environment naturally allowed them to develop a set of good abilities to adapt to the environment, especially when they understood that it was impossible for the people of mega-merchant to be merciful and forsaken, and spending money sometimes meant avoiding disasters.

Thus, Shopkeeper Wang and the group of merchants also took the initiative to join in on the various activities. They expressed their admiration for the various policies of the Prime Minister's Manor and applauded them.

But for the old bureaucrats, such hypocritical spending could be easily seen through.

However, seeing through them didn't mean it was out of the question. This was the basic quality of a mature official, so Xiao Letian chose to use the six levels of authority and eighteen levels to slap them in the face instead of retaliating in private like with the officials of the Great Qing Empire.

Today, when Shopkeeper Wang and the rest saw with their own eyes the Prime Minister's boldness and how glorious the Boss Mi and the Keeper Niu were for sincerely doing good deeds, they truly regretted it until their intestines turned green.

If only he had known earlier, why would he have waited for the other party to ask him to help him instead of initiating such an action? If they knew that they had the title of nobility waiting for them at the back, they would still have the courage to scrape for food.

Only at this moment did they truly understand that the sky had changed, that the past experiences were completely useless, and that a new era was finally coming.

In the area where the Japanese immigrants gathered, there was a place called Half-Hill Village. This place had always been the gathering place for the Japanese small merchants, and after the expansion of a large number of Japanese immigrants, this place had already become the most concentrated commercial street in Ryukyu.

On the most bustling street on the hillside, there was a small alley that connected with the main street. Compared to the neat main street, it was dark and narrow.

In the depths of the alleyway, there was a shabby little tavern. A boss with only one hand and two waiters with weak legs were maintaining the tavern. Perhaps because they were too reserved, the tavern's business was never that good.

Compared to the lively atmosphere on the main street, the alleyway was very quiet. Only the occasional sound of children's footsteps could be heard, indicating that the alleyway was connected to the human world.

It was already past six o'clock, and the eastern horizon revealed the white of the fish's belly. Unfortunately, the earliest ray of sunlight was blocked by the shop in front of them.

The neighbors were surprised to find that there were two marines guarding the door of the tavern, which usually had very few customers. They were tough, but they were a little short and had a long katana at their waist. This clearly showed their identities.

They were the core members of the Marine Corps, the knife drawing team Fusang!

"Hiss …" The neighbors all gasped, "There is a Knife Puller standing guard? Looks like there's an officer inside drinking … But how could the officers have taken a fancy to such a shabby tavern? Shouldn't they have gone to the food street near the mountain and the sea for a drink? where the scenery is so beautiful! "

The neighbors were whispering to each other, not knowing what was going on.

There were really some important guests in the tavern. Under the dim candlelight, a martial general in a military uniform was sitting cross-legged on a tatami. The short man in front of him had all the best dishes and wine that could be taken out from the tavern.

The single-handed boss and the two employees knelt before the general without saying a word.

The general's hand, which was holding the sake pot, which could not tremble even after decapitating a hundred people, started to tremble slightly. The surface of the wine that was biting onto the wine cup, was immediately destroyed by the vibration, and wine started to flow down the wine cup.

A cup of inferior sake s, which was not worth much money, had caused that general to instantly collapse in emotion. Tears rolled down her face like a stream, followed by a wolf's howl, shocking everyone.