African Nationhood

Chapter 6 Fighting together
  Ouyang Geng's words not only shocked the white drunks, but also made Shi Jintang and the others the focus of the bar.

The white drunkard's shock lasted only a moment. He ignored the waitress's struggle and cursed contemptuously at Ouyang Geng: "You stupid yellow-skinned monkey, how dare you order me?"

Ouyang Geng's whole body was hot at the moment, and his forehead could not help beating. His breathing became more rapid, and he shouted in Chinese: "You are the stupid guy. Bullying women is a sign of cowardice."

The drunk white man couldn't understand what he said, but he understood that what the yellow-skinned monkey said at this moment was definitely not good, so he looked around and immediately locked the target.

While letting go of the waitress's hand, she reached out to pick up a beer bottle from the table and was about to throw it at Ouyang Geng.

Unexpectedly, before he even raised his hand, he saw a tall black figure rushing towards him and taking the lead in attacking him.

"Let's do it. Do you want to be beaten like a goose?"

When Shi Jintang shouted this sentence in Chinese, he had already controlled the white man and struck directly with his iron fist.

"Ah, Falk!"

Two punches had already broken the bridge of the drunken white man's nose. His head was dazed, and the scream just now was a subconscious act.

But Shi Jintang didn't let him go at all. He stretched out his hand to grab his hair and slapped him on the floor.

"Bang bang..."

The dull sound of the wooden floor was like a drumstick beating in people's hearts. The drunken white man's companions also reacted at this moment, cursing loudly and trying to help.

Ouyang Geng was in a very strange mood at the moment. He was surprised at Shi Jintang's quick and decisive decision, but also feared that Shi Jintang would be punished for it. Deep in his heart, he had the urge to vent wildly.

Although Zhan Tianyou, Tang Guoan and others tried their best to suppress their impulses, under the stimulation of Shi Jintang, they still took action.

Several people joined in the melee, and soon the whole bar fell into chaos.

The moans of drunkards after being beaten and the frightened screams of women became the main theme in the "Roseville Belle" bar.

But the chaos was quickly stopped, and the bar owner took action.

When everyone separated, they found that several overseas students from the Qing Dynasty were more or less stained.

Among them, Shi Jintang had the most footprints and wine stains on his body. Because he struck first, he became the center of the group beating. Naturally, the most seriously injured was the white drunkard, who not only suffered a concussion but also had a tooth knocked out.

But this is nothing. Fights like this happen in bars every day, and the bar owner can handle them as long as no one is killed.

In the end, Shi Jintang paid $100 to the bar owner and was allowed to leave the bar.

As soon as I left the bar, I heard a female voice shouting from behind: "Please wait a moment."

Shi Jintang knew who was coming without looking back. Ouyang Geng and others looked back and recognized the waitress who was chasing them.

"Don't thank us, this fight was worth it."

The waitress turned a deaf ear to Shi Jintang's words and came straight to them, "This is the only money I have. Although it's not much, it can always make up for some of the losses you have suffered."

Under the dim light, the roll of money handed over by the woman was not too thick, at most more than ten dollars.

In this era, the daily wage of an average adult male worker was around US$2, and that of a woman was even less.

Most workers earn an annual salary between US$300 and US$500.

So when the bar owner saw the $100 compensation, he smiled and asked them to leave. As for the one who got beaten, it was fine if he didn't have to pay.

For poor students like Ouyang Geng, the daily expenses are provided by the Secretariat, which is only one to twenty US dollars a month.

Being from the same lower class, they understood that the waitress must have saved more than ten dollars for a long time.

In addition, Shi Jintang, who contributed the money, had already spoken, and Zhan Tianyou emphasized again: "We can't ask for your money. This is our business and has nothing to do with you." The waitress pursed her lips, with tears already rolling in the corners of her eyes, "Thank you You guys, you don’t know if I can do anything for you, otherwise I will feel uneasy inside.”

Ouyang Geng and others were a little flustered. After all, they were just young boys, and they all looked at Shi Jintang.

"Do you know there is a safe and clean hotel nearby? It's not convenient for us to go back to our hotel like this."

Shi Jintang's words brought Ouyang Geng and others back to reality immediately. If they returned to the Secretariat like this, they would definitely make Chen Lanbin angry and make Rong Hong embarrassed.

So they all agreed with Shi Jintang's opinion and looked at the waitress.

The benefactor made a request, and the waitress nodded immediately, "I know, please come with me."

After speaking, the waitress walked up to Shi Jintang and took his arm. She reached out to the right and pointed in this direction. The distance was not too far.

Soon they came to a hotel called "Old John's House".

This hotel has more than ten rooms, and the owner is an elderly white man.

When he saw the waitress, he scolded the waitress unhappily: "Alice, you haven't paid last month's rent yet. If you don't pay, I will kick you out."

Alice Underwood was the name of the waitress. Old John directly called her out on her financial situation, which made her very embarrassed.

She did not answer the landlord's words, but lowered her head and whispered softly: "I have brought you a guest. Mr. John, please take care of him."

After saying that, she nodded to Shi Jintang and the others and left, disappearing into the night soon.

When Old John saw that the guests were a group of yellow-skinned people, a white man's arrogance appeared on his face, and his words were not very polite. "The rooms are priced at US$1, US$2 and US$4. How many rooms do you want to open?"

"How many beds are there in each room?"

“The prices are $1 and $2 for two beds and $4 for one bed.”

Shi Jintang pondered for a moment and said, "I'm not used to sleeping with others, so how about we share a room?"

Shi Jintang's words put Ouyang Geng and others to shame. This guy was too extravagant. Why spend all that money on a hotel?
  "No, you can live in a single room by yourself, and the five of us can squeeze into two rooms. There are heaters in the rooms and we won't get cold at all."

Shi Jintang looked at these simple guys and felt secretly happy. All his psychological expectations were met, so this final kick had to be done well.

"No, how can I make you feel wronged by coming out with me? One room per person, no need to save money for me."

After saying that, he took out a few bills and threw them on the table, "One person per person, one single room."

Old John looked at the banknotes in front of him and this arrogant yellow man. He couldn't help but swallowed. When did these yellow-skinned monkeys become so rich?

You are a fool if you don't make money. He immediately put away his arrogant face and said, "Okay, please come with me."

Ouyang Geng and others looked at the arrogant classmate. They didn't know what to say. They just firmly recognized Shi Jintang as a good friend in their hearts.

Soon everyone settled down and checked each other's injuries. The problem was not serious, bruises were inevitable.

When they wake up tomorrow morning, they will be in better shape.

Shi Jintang's room was at the end. He endured the pain and lay down on the bed, silently thinking about his future arrangements. Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Alice Underwood. A French businessman wants to see you. Is it convenient for you?"

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