Reborn as King of South America

Chapter 165: Going to Southeast Asia III
The noise of "trample trample" on the deck was too loud, and the armed sailors in the cabin thought that the Chinese workers were going to riot, and they all rushed to the deck.

"Get out, right now!" The black musket was pointed at Huang Ping and his men. If they showed any resistance, the sailor with the gun would pull the trigger without hesitation.

Huang Ping obediently raised his hands, squatted down, and protected his daughter under his body. Seeing this, the other Chinese workers did not dare to resist and also squatted down obediently.

"Take them all away!" Seeing that the Chinese workers did not dare to resist, the first mate waved his hand and gave the order without asking the reason.

"No, no," the fat sailor said, sandwiched in front of the other sailors, "You can't do this. They are our uniforms and should be handed over to us for disposal. You are overstepping your bounds by doing this."

"Shut up, bastard! I have the final say here!" The first mate looked at the fat sailor fiercely and said with disgust.

"They can take it away and leave the little girl behind."

The fat sailor was afraid of the first mate's authority and compromised.

"Leave the girl behind and take the others away." The first mate looked at the fat sailor impatiently and ordered his men to start taking people away.

The two sailors put away their guns as ordered, took a few steps forward to separate Huang Ping from the other Chinese workers, and pulled Youlan out of Huang Ping's arms with all their strength.

"Dad, Dad!" he shouted in panic, holding his father's shoulders tightly.

Huang Ping's eyes were red, he knew very well what fate his daughter would face if she left him. He hugged his daughter with his left hand and reached for the scimitar at his waist with his right hand, ready to fight to the death.

"Stop." A typical Hakka voice sounded at this time. Huang Ping looked up and found that it was the man with a scar who had a conflict with him a few days ago.

After the man with the scar spoke, he walked up to the first mate and whispered a few words. The first mate nodded and signaled to the two sailors in front. The two men immediately let go of Youlan and took two steps back.

"Brother Huang, you are in trouble. The foreigners say you are planning a riot. They are going to execute you in front of other Chinese workers." The scarred man said with a look of regret.

"Brother Wang, I was wrong a few days ago. I hope you can help us because we are all Hakkas. After this, we will never forget your kindness."

People are despised when they leave their hometown. Leaving the hometown where they have lived for decades, Huang Ping had to humble himself for the sake of his daughter and other relatives of the same ethnic group on the coolie ship controlled by foreigners.

"Brother Huang, what are you talking about? I have already forgotten what happened a few days ago. Why are you still fussing about it?"

The scarred man smiled and said, "My fellow tribesmen are in trouble. I brought everyone here, so I will naturally not leave them alone. But if you make Mr. Yang unhappy, I will not be able to deal with you."

"Brother Wang, I have some small change here. I'll give it all to you." Huang Ping knew that the man with the scar would not be so kind as to help them, so he took out all the belongings he had on him and held them in his hands.

The total wealth of Huang Ping's family and the money of the men with him was only a dozen taels of silver. The scarred man shook the silver in his right hand, walked to the first mate, took out most of it and handed it to him, saying in English he had learned halfway: "Sir, this is the only money they have. Take it first. When they return to the cabin, let them pay you a tribute." "Wang, I let them go for your sake, otherwise they will all be shot for rioting."

The first mate casually put the change into his arms and said arrogantly.

"Your Excellency is magnanimous and will not bother with them." The scarred man complimented him and explained, "I have something to advise you. These people are not ordinary peasants. They are the remnants of the long-haired bandits who rebelled two years ago. Each of them has killed a person. If you kill a few of them, the rest may revolt. Unless you kill all the able-bodied Chinese workers on the ship, you will always have to worry about them revolting. In this way, not only will you not make any money from the voyage, but you will also have to pay for the fare of hundreds of people. The boss will definitely not be satisfied.

So it's better to have less trouble than more. Anyway, their conflict just now was just a small misunderstanding. Just let them go and save you from trouble."

"Well, what you said makes sense. We came to the Far East to make a fortune. I don't want to kill more people if I can avoid more trouble. But they beat up the German sailors on the ship. If they are not punished, it will not convince the people. Go and tell them that each troublemaker will be whipped ten times."

"Ah, I understand." Scarface turned to Huang Ping and said, "The foreign master said that since you are first-time offenders, you will be spared and each of you will only be whipped once. However, each of you must sign a five-year contract to sell yourself and agree to work for the Heshun Company for five years without compensation. Otherwise, the foreign master will kill you in public as a warning to others. I have said everything I can say for you. It is up to you to choose which path you want to take."

"Brother Wang, it was that fat foreigner who caused trouble first, why are you punishing us?"

Although the living conditions of Huang Ping and his companions in Southeast Asia were difficult, after they paid off the shipping fees owed to the coolie ship merchants, the remaining wages were theirs. The scarred man asked them to sign a five-year unpaid work agreement, which clearly meant that they were asked to sell their bodies for five years. How could Huang Ping agree so easily!
"Hmph, you don't even appreciate my kindness in helping you. In that case, I won't care about your business anymore. Don't blame others when the foreign boss shoots you later." The man with the scar pretended to be angry and made a gesture to walk away.

"Brother Wang, please stop. I... I agree." Huang Ping struggled in his heart and agreed.

"Haha, that's right. We are all family. Don't worry, Brother Huang. Once we arrive in Singapore, Heshun Company will not treat you unfairly." The man with the scar said a few words to a few people with a smile, then turned around and walked towards the first mate.

"Mr. Yang, they have taken care of it all."

"Very good, take them away and punish them tomorrow morning."

"Sir, you promised to leave that little girl to me, you can't go back on your word!" The scarred man had agreed with the first mate, and five or six of them were about to escort Huang Ping, You Lan and others to the cabin. The fat sailor hurried over and shouted.

"Bill, when did I promise to hand the little girl over to you? Don't talk nonsense, or I will teach you a lesson according to the rules of the ship!"

"Asshole, you clearly agreed just now." The fat sailor was furious when he heard the first mate's words. Taking advantage of the alcohol, he cursed the first mate and turned towards the mountain, trying to snatch Youlan from Huang Ping.

"You filthy mad dog, stop him." In the fleet, it was a very serious matter for a sailor to openly contradict and insult his superiors. How could the first mate tolerate Bill's open resistance to his authority, so he immediately shouted loudly.

The fat sailor had always been unwelcome on the coolie ship, and now he was beaten by several Chinese workers. The first mate did not admit that he had tacitly allowed Ta to take the girl away. He felt greatly insulted and ran forward regardless of anything, knocking down three sailors in a row and appearing behind Youlan.

(End of this chapter)