Miaohua loved these Wudang disciples so much. When he saw such ferocious martial arts wizards, he couldn't help but compare them to the Shaolin Temple back then. If the Shaolin Temple had not suffered a catastrophe, there would be many of them now.
Let such elite juniors emerge.
Miaohua's words reminded Zhou Wen, and he said: "Today, these Japanese will be sent to the training ground and handed over to Mingqing, Mingyuan and seven of them for execution."
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Early the next morning, Peng Feng arrived at Fuyuan Store impatiently. Today was two days later as Zhou Wen said, so he arrived before Fuyuan Store opened. At this time, there were several people waiting at the door carrying baskets.
The hawker who bought the goods did not know it but thought he was also a businessman who was in a hurry to buy goods.
Now Peng Feng has long lost the cautious mentality of the past. He has become accustomed to coming to Fuyuan Store to enjoy the autumn breeze. After all, it is bourgeois money. If it is used in the revolutionary cause, it will give you a chance to atone for your sins, right?
But he is still grateful and respectful to the old shopkeeper from the bottom of his heart. Among other things, during the days when Zhou Wen was not in Taiyuan, the old shopkeeper responded to all requests. Several times, the organization was temporarily short of funds, and he had no other way to get money.
, I can only tentatively come to the old shopkeeper to borrow it. Every time, he generously donates money and takes dozens or hundreds of dollars at a time. He is always kind and friendly, and never makes any pretense.
The old shopkeeper just asked Peng Feng to sign his name on the IOU, saying that the accounts should be settled clearly by the brothers, and that the store's accounts should be kept in detail. As for how to repay the money, he had to wait until the young master came back.
When Zhou Wen came back, he saw that the accumulated IOUs were almost a thousand dollars, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud at this shameless old Qiao. He was such a good person, but he had been used to him and turned into a piece of meat.
As for the money borrowed, it is like a meat bun beating a dog, and you will never get it back.
If you don’t believe me, try asking him to pay you back the money with the IOU, and he will definitely say: “If you don’t want money, you will lose your life.”
However, Zhou Wen believed that Lao Qiao must have borrowed the money for the organization. Not to mention the three thousand US dollars given to him every year, I am afraid that he even handed over more than half of his teaching salary. It would be unreasonable for him to care about it, right?
Peng Feng waited at the door for a short time when he saw the door of the shop opened. The clerk who opened the door also had a discerning eye. When he saw Peng Feng, he knew that he was here to see the old shopkeeper, so he immediately let Peng Feng in.
Now some of the hawkers who came first were unhappy and started shouting.
"I came here first, why should I let him go in first?"
"That's right, I'm the second one here..."
But the waiter didn't want to eat this. He raised his eyebrows and said: "What are you yelling about? Do you not want to do business or what? I am negotiating business with the old shopkeeper. Are you qualified? Just stand aside for now and come in after I finish cleaning.
Check out the goods."
This clerk's arrogant attitude is justified. Now the business of Fuyuan Company has spread all over the north, and almost every county in Shanxi has its own shop. Not only the business is booming, but also the business partners have to choose.
It's hard for me to even talk to you, let alone some of the vendors like you.
Peng Feng had no time to pay attention to the noise outside. He was taken to the warehouse in the backyard of the store by the old shopkeeper. As he opened the door, the old shopkeeper said: "This box is heavy. I'm afraid it's hard for you, Mr. Huang, to carry it alone. You'd better call a rickshaw."
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Peng Feng saw a suitcase placed on the wall at the entrance to the warehouse, but it was relatively large. When he went to lift it with his hands, it was indeed quite heavy. He thought to himself: "This little wolf bastard is still as trustworthy as ever. He scared me that day."
I won’t bother with him anymore.”
Seeing the smiling expression on the old shopkeeper's face, Peng Feng realized that they were worried that he didn't have any money and wanted to call a rickshaw for him.
I couldn't help but blush. I came out in a hurry. I really didn't have any money with me.
The old shopkeeper is so shrewd. He can tell at a glance that Mr. Huang has no money again, but he won't ask any more questions. He believes in his young master's vision. People who can deal with the young master are definitely not ordinary people, and the old shopkeeper
I have read countless people and dealt with Peng Feng many times, so I know that this person is not a deviant person.
He did not want to embarrass Peng Feng. He greeted the waiter with a smile and called a rickshaw. After paying the money in advance, he sent Peng Feng to the door with a smile.
After Peng Feng thanked him again and again, he picked up the box and got into the car and left.
When they arrived at Qingjing Bookstore, Peng Feng hurried in with the box in hand. After seeing Xia Boyan in the back room, he quickly put the box on the table and said, "Quick, open it and take a look. It's not easy to inspect the goods before."
"Xiao Zheng, come in and check." Xia Boyan ordered.
In fact, he was just as anxious as Peng Feng, just to see if this radio station could be used.
That little Zheng was the telegraph operator, and now he was dressed in student clothes. He opened the box and looked carefully.
"Wow, I've never seen a radio station this small."
"Ah, it's all in Japanese. I don't understand Japanese, how can I use it?"
Xia Boyan and Peng Feng were anxious when they heard it. They didn't know how to use it? What should they do?
I finally found a radio station, but you can’t use it? Doesn’t that mean there is still no radio station?
"Hey! There is a small book here. Let me take a look...oh...it's an instruction manual in Chinese, or handwritten. It's OK now."
Xia Boyan was so angry that he almost gave little Comrade Zheng a chestnut on his head, "Can you please stop being so babbling? You've almost given me a heart attack."
But he also knew that Xiao Zheng had lost control due to surprise. You must know that since the old radio station was scrapped, this Xiao Zheng seemed to have lost his soul. He kept thinking all day long that if he had been more careful before, how could he make do again?
After using it for a few days, the radio station fell apart when it was needed most. The organization hadn't said anything, but he was burdened with it.
In order to give Xiao Zheng a quiet environment to learn new equipment, Xia Boyan took Peng Feng to another room.
The two of them lit up cigarettes, and in the mist, Xia Boyan said: "This little Commander Zhou is really a thoughtful person. He knows that giving us other radio stations will easily expose his base, so he actually robbed the Japanese radio station to give it to us.
We are really awesome!"
Peng Fengqi said: "He was robbed, Lao Xia, how do you know he was robbed?"
Xia Boyan glanced at Peng Feng with disdain and said, "Speaking of Lao Peng, don't you usually read newspapers? When your wife and children come, you start to live a peaceful life? You don't care about current affairs anymore?"
Peng Feng suddenly said angrily: "Don't you put your hat on me, why don't you care about current affairs? Most of my money will be handed over to the organization, and the other half will be given to my wife's family. Where can I get the money to buy newspapers?"
Xia Boyan laughed and said, "I'm wrong, I can't even make a joke for you."
"You don't know, a penny can stump a heroic man, and today I have to ask the old shopkeeper to pay for the car, which makes me embarrassed. Oh! By the way, stop talking about those useless things, and hurry up and talk about that little wolf bastard
