Chapter Seventy: Arrogant in Advance, Respectful Afterwards

  Looking at the foreigner, You Fei scratched his head, but didn't know how to deal with this person after all. They couldn't even have a conversation, and You Fei hadn't insulted him much this time. After all, scolding someone who wouldn't understand would be a waste of energy, something You Fei wouldn't do.

  Just as You Fei was at a loss, Lin Yurui walked in with a bowl of millet porridge. The aroma that hit the nose made the foreigner gulp down a big mouthful of saliva, and his eyes stared tightly at the bowl filled with millet porridge, shining with a crazy light. Lin Yurui put down the bowl and asked You Fei in a low voice, "Hey, where did this foreigner come from?"

  "I had no idea, grandpa's, a mouthful of bird language not one sentence that I can understand. I stared at him for a while with wide eyes. Hey, I said, how come my porridge seems thinner than others? I said are you discriminating against me, treating me differently?" You Fei glared at the porridge in his bowl, full of discontent.

  Kindly bringing porridge to You Fei, Lin Yu Rui also had to endure his teasing. She turned her head away, no longer looking at You Fei's face that often made her angry. Unintentionally, she caught sight of the foreigner staring fixedly at the bowl in You Fei's hand, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed saliva repeatedly.

  Lin Yuru saw that the ghost looked like a European white man, so she walked up and started communicating with him in her stiff English. The foreign devil was overjoyed to finally have someone to talk to, and immediately made the sign of the cross on his chest, thanking the Virgin Mary for her protection and expressing his most sincere gratitude. The foreigner hastily introduced himself to Lin Yuru, saying that he was Smith, an American leather goods merchant, who had been hijacked by a ship and had wandered into these mountains in a daze.

  When Lin Yurui repeated Smith's original words to You Fei, You Fei muttered in his heart, "This foreigner, with a surname like 'shit' and a given name like 'honey', is really disgusting. Foreigners are just foreigners, their names are all weird and deadly." You Fei sized up Smith, thinking that such a big man would be a businessman was beyond his imagination. "What kind of leather goods business do you actually do?" You Fei asked, as there were not many people running leather goods businesses alone, let alone a foreigner. There must be something fishy going on here. Lin Yurui then acted as an impromptu translator.

  Smith was taken aback, his mouth couldn't utter a single word, he opened his big mouth and roared: "Damn it, you old hairy guy, the captain is asking you questions, are you itching to be beaten by me before you'll speak?"

  Although he couldn't understand what Zhang was saying, he could sense the warning tone in his words and was extremely afraid of this crazy little boy Smith, who was pulling his hair. He hastily replied: "Ah, my respected General, I sincerely declare my identity to you here. I am indeed a fur trader, but I don't trade animal hides, only pig bristles. I represent the US military for procurement purposes. The relationship between your government and our American government is very good. I have an operating license issued by your government, let me show it to you." Smith quickly pulled out his treasured proof from his pocket, which was the greatest proof of his identity, wrapped in seven or eight layers of waterproof paper, treating it like a precious treasure.

  Youfei took a look at the so-called certificate and also recognized it roughly. Youfei cast an inquiring glance at Lin Yurui, who lowered his head and whispered in Youfei's ear: "This certificate should be real, with the big seal of the Minister of Commerce on it, looks like it's not a small matter." Lin Yurui was so close that Youfei could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from Lin Yurui's body. Youfei sniffed and greedily inhaled the enchanting scent.

  Lin Yurui saw You Fei's thief-like eyes scanning back and forth across her chest, his nose twitching with each sniff. At this moment, she couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this bad person must be thinking of something obscene again. Lin Yurui let out a clear "ahem" sound, glancing at Zhang Dàmǒu and Smith, seeing that they seemed to have not noticed You Fei's strange behavior, she finally relaxed. You Fei saw Lin Yurui's face turn red as she took a deep breath, her chest heaving up and down, his eyes fixed on the snowy white skin at the base of her neck, his heart skipping a beat.

  He took a deep breath and tried to pull himself together, what he was concerned about wasn't whether this big foreigner was selling salt or rice, but the word "US military" in Smith's words. Although he didn't know what kind of country America was, he had heard Lin Yurui mention that American weapons were very good before, so Yu Fei paid attention to America.

  "Hahaha!" Yu Fei suddenly burst out laughing, then got up from his seat and strode towards Smith with big steps. Smith was startled by Yu Fei's sudden change in expression and took a step back, having heard that Chinese people were very cunning. Now, the commander of the Chinese army was laughing loudly, which was completely different from his previous demeanor. Was he trying to prove that the evidence was fake? Did he want to harm himself? Smith's face twisted in fear as he retreated step by step.

  You Fei quickly rushed up and gave Smith a big bear hug, almost choking him. He didn't expect this Chinese general to be so short yet have such great strength. You Fei laughed loudly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! We're all brothers, haha! Your American friends are also our own people, come on, sit down, Yu Rui, bring a bowl of hot 'Communist' congee for this Brother Shi, treat him well!"

  It was clear that You Fei was talking about "shit" and "feces", Lin Yu Rui looked at him with dissatisfaction, smiled and nodded to Smith before going to the kitchen to get him some food.

  Here is the translation:

  Lin Yuru had been gone for a while, and You Fei was hugging Smith, calling him "brother" one after another. The warmth of their interaction was like they were long-lost brothers who hadn't seen each other in years. But to Smith, this Chinese general who was hugging his shoulders made him feel sick to his stomach, with goosebumps rising layer by layer on his skin. This person, could he be a homosexual? The hand that was wrapped around his shoulder made him feel cold all over, and this Chinese guy was really too shameless. Seeing You Fei's physique wasn't overly robust, Smith thought he shouldn't have to endure this kind of treatment. Just as Smith let out a sigh of relief, he turned to look at Zhang Dàmǒu, who was staring at him with anger in his eyes, as if he had deep resentment towards him. Smith looked at You Fei's hand on his shoulder and finally understood - he glanced at You Fei, then at Zhang Dàmǒu, and suddenly realized that these two people had such a dirty relationship. In his heart, Smith was crying out to God, but his body was shaking with fear.

  If Yu Fei knew what was going on in the foreign devil's mind, he would have vomited blood, of course, he couldn't know, at this moment, the spittle stars in his mouth were flying about, scattering a mist of water in the air...