The living room is very large, and in the middle sits Yang Xinli, who is in his early fifties, has a sharp mouth, a mustache, and a bald head. He looks a bit nondescript.

His disciples stood on his left and right, some had revolvers on their waists, and some had an ax hanging on them.

Huo Mazi came in with Meng Shaoyuan and the others: "Thirteenth Master, this is Boss Meng from Nanjing."

Yang Xinli stretched out his hand and stopped Huo Mazi.

His eldest disciple Gu Haidong stepped forward and looked at him visually.

Huo Mazi understood immediately and stepped aside.

Gu Haidong held his right fist with his left hand, stretched his palm flat, and raised his thumb upward: "There is a cloud floating in the sky, and there is a red stick in front of Zhongyi Hall!"

what?

This is Qinggang slang. The first sentence has no practical meaning and is regarded as an opening statement. The second sentence means that we are the boss here.

The problem is, Meng Shaoyuan knows nothing about slang.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Gu Haidong thought that the other party also had a big background, a strong backing, and the old man who worshiped him had some tricks. So he continued:

"Half the clouds come and half the rain comes, which cloud brings the distant passengers?"

What is this mess?

Meng Shaoyuan had a headache. Seeing that it was impossible not to answer, he bit the bullet and cupped his hands:

"If you don't know Wu Tenglan in your life, it will be in vain if you read all the love movies."

ah?

Gu Haidong was stunned.

There is no such sentence for Qingbang incision?

What is Wu Tenglan? What is a love movie?

I heard that recently a group of people from the north have been active in Shanghai, Nanjing, Wuhan and other places. Could it be that the young man in front of me is a Yankee?

Gu Haidong is also well-informed and knows a little about the rivers and lakes in the north and south. The incisions are divided into "Southern Spring and Northern Codes". He immediately changed it to Diankou and said: "It's Jiang Dou'er, it's Dou Hua'er. Are you here to pick bells, or are you an eagle?"

From the claws and grandsons?”

I understand Eagle Claw Sun, it means the imperial eagle dog.

Meng Shaoyuan finally understood: "I'm here to see Sora Cangjing!"

Gu Haidong was completely at his wits end.

What is this guy talking about?

It’s not Nanchun, it’s not Beidian, I really don’t know how to answer it!

"Step back." Yang Xinli said with a sullen face, asking the bitter-faced Yang Xinli to step aside: "Is this Boss Meng?"

Finally someone spoke human language, Meng Shaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, Meng Shaoyuan."

Yang Xinli asked gloomily: "Boss Meng didn't come from the south, or from the north. Which sect is he standing in, and who does the old man worship?"

You see, if you said this earlier, wouldn't everyone understand it when you talk about it, what are they doing?

Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Brothers eat from the public family, and the old man they worship is Chairman Chiang Kai-shek!"

Yang Xinli's expression remained unchanged: "I also know a lot of people who work for the government. There are many committee members and policemen who are my guests here. Show me your name."

"It's inconvenient to tell you my brother's name." Meng Shaoyuan came with Dai Li's personal mission this time, so he definitely couldn't tell Li Xing She: "I'm sorry, Thirteenth Master."

Yang Xinli didn't ask further questions, but he also guessed the identity of the other party, and he was most likely a spy from Nanjing.

Recently, the Red Party members on the ground in Wuxi have started to make a fuss again. Maybe these people are here to arrest the Red Party members, and this will definitely require the help of a local snake like myself.

Thinking of this, his face softened a lot: "Everyone has difficulties when walking in the world. What is the origin of the Cangjing Sora that Boss Meng is looking for this time? Why does my name sound like an Oriental? Come on, give me

Boss Meng is watching."

A stool was brought over.

She is really an Asian. The problem is, even if I tell you who she is, you don’t know her?

Meng Shaoyuan sat down: "Brother was entrusted by important officials in Nanjing and came here for Luo Hewang."

Yang Xinli's expression changed again.

Reinforcements invited by the Luo family?

An important person in Nanjing?

Luo Yuancheng reached out to Nanjing?

After all, Yang Xinli is a local tyrant and is used to being domineering. With the support of his old man Ji Yunqing, he has friends with powerful people and is not afraid.

In addition, Meng Shaoyuan was really young. If Luo Yuancheng really knew any big shot, he would definitely not send such a young person here.

It's just that the other party is from Nanjing. Without knowing the details, Yang Xinli couldn't immediately offend him and sneered: "Luo Hewang? Who is Luo Hewang? Haidong, do you know Luo Hewang?"

Gu Haidong was his eldest disciple and understood his thoughts best, so he immediately said: "Isn't he the son of Wuxi merchant Luo Yuancheng? I heard that he was kidnapped, and the kidnappers demanded a ransom of three million oceans."

"It's unreasonable. How could such lawless things happen in this bright world? Boss Luo is an honest and serious businessman. Even if he loses everything, he will definitely not be able to raise such a huge sum of money." Yang Xinli pretended: "I, Wuxi, have always been peaceful.

Now that something like this has happened, I am really ashamed and ashamed."

Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Thirteenth Master, my brother is also entrusted by others. The person who asked me to do this has great hands and eyes. It stands to reason that even if a regiment of regular troops is mobilized, it is not impossible to turn Wuxi upside down..."

"Are you threatening us?" Gu Haidong was furious.

Yang Xinli waved his hand: "Listen to Boss Meng."

Meng Shaoyuan was calm: "But he also said that the Thirteenth Master is the most proud disciple of Boss Ji Yunqing. He is the most reasonable in his conduct. When we get to Wuxi, as long as we ask the Thirteenth Master, we will definitely be able to find a solution. Let's talk to each other

Friends, we can’t guarantee that we will meet again in the future. The Thirteenth Master will come to Nanjing when he has the opportunity, and the brothers will have a banquet to welcome the Thirteenth Master!”

What he said was both hard and soft, neither humble nor overbearing, threatening and giving face.

Moreover, he also played a psychological game.

The more unwilling you are to explain your true identity, the more the other party will think that you are mysterious and unsure of yourself, and they will never dare to fall out easily.

Sure enough, Yang Xinli became more and more curious about this person's identity.

It seems like it has a really big background?

He also knew very well that even if Luo Yuancheng sold off his property and sold his children and daughters, he would not be able to raise three million. He sent people to kidnap Luo Hewang and told such an astronomical figure. It was nothing more than a warning to Luo Yuancheng, who has the final say in Wuxi

.

The second is to leave room for future bargaining.

There is a saying among Suzhou people: If you ask for a high price, you should pay it back on the spot.

Yang Xinli pondered for a moment: "Although I don't know who Boss Meng is entrusted by, this matter happened on the ground in Wuxi. As a gentleman, I can't ignore it. Fortunately, I also have a few friends on the road, but

Those brothers on the road also have to make a living. Let's do this. I will try my best to mediate. Within seven days, I will pay 1.5 million oceans, and I will try my best to offend those brothers."

"No room for negotiation?"

As Meng Shaoyuan spoke, he specifically noticed Gu Haidong next to Yang Xinli. He frowned and couldn't help but take a small step forward with his left foot, then quietly retracted it.

"This is the minimum." Yang Xinli picked up the tea: "Otherwise, when those people go crazy and Boss Luo's son loses his life, it will not be the brother's fault."

"I got it." Meng Shaoyuan stood up: "Seven days, one million. But within seven days, Luo Hewang lost a hair. Brother is determined not to let it go. Farewell!"

"see a visitor out!"

…

Walking out of the hall, Meng Shaoyuan suddenly stopped and whispered a few words in Gu Haidong's ear as he was seeing off the guests.

Gui Haidong was startled, but saw Meng Shaoyuan raise his hand:
Chapter completed!