Zhang Xiaolin's whole body was in a state of excitement.

In just one day, he instantly became one of the richest people in Shanghai.

He rarely set foot on the stock market in the past, but now, he suddenly felt the magic of the stock market strongly.

This money seems to have fallen from the sky.

"Third Master, 150, 150."

Zhang Yubao was so excited that he was at a loss: "I was right there, without doing anything, and saw our stock rising steadily. If we hadn't sold a lot at 120, we could still have made a profit."

…”

Having said that, shut up immediately.

It was Zhang Xiaolin's decision to sell the stocks.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaolin was in high spirits today and didn't care about this: "It's okay, it's okay, there are losses and gains. Generally speaking, we are still making a fortune. What do you think tomorrow?"

“It still needs to go up!”

Zhang Yubao is full of confidence: "They all said there that we can definitely break 200 tomorrow."

"real?"

"real!"

"Stocks."

Zhang Xiaolin suddenly let out a long sigh: "You said, we worked hard in the past, fighting with foreigners, fighting with patrols, fighting with bandits, fighting with our own people, fighting back and forth, how much money could we put in our pockets in a year?

What? During the holidays, I still have to honor this and please that. It feels silly to think about it now."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Yubao said flatteringly.

"One day, only one day."

Zhang Xiaolin sighed with emotion: "In just one day, we have almost earned back all the money we can earn in our lifetime. Why are we so stupid, why should we bother to do anything else?"

"Third Master, do you want to continue to increase investment tomorrow? The eight million we borrowed from the bank have been invested."

"Invest, why not invest?" Zhang Xiaolin had no time to think: "Let's invest again when the price rises to 200. Go, call Xu Laowu and Chen Heizi, and tell them first that the five million I asked them to prepare is ready.

No, I will use it tomorrow!"

…

The entire night in Shanghai was filled with a fanatical and restless atmosphere.

Countless people are tossing and turning this night, wishing that the sun would rise high now so they could continue to dive into the stock market.

sleep?

That's simply a waste of time.

With this time, how much more money can I make?

…

Meng Shaoyuan was sitting in the small courtyard, lying on a deck chair.

On the small coffee table on the left, there are two glasses of red wine, a pack of cigarettes, and a bunch of bananas.

Wu Jingyi was sitting next to him, also lying on the lounge chair, quietly bathing in the night like the young master.

She found that the young master had been looking at the sky blankly.

Tonight, there are only a few stars in the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Jingyi couldn't help but ask.

"I saw Lao Mu."

Meng Shaoyuan suddenly said: "Mu Dekai, you are not familiar with me. He was the first to follow me. Unfortunately, he died in the hands of the Japanese. Did you see that star on the left is Lao Mu?

"

Wu Jingyi fell silent.

"That star, the biggest one, belongs to Xiang Shounong." Meng Shaoyuan said in a daze: "Many, many people who followed me are dead. Do you think they are really like the legends? After death,

Become stars in the sky?"

Wu Jingyi didn't know how to answer him.

Why did the young master, who has always been playful and smiling but heartless, become so sentimental today?

"I miss them, I really miss them."

Meng Shaoyuan's voice was very low: "Last night, I had a dream. I dreamed about them. Everyone's faces were clearly visible in the dream. I heard Lao Mu say to me, Captain Meng, get rich."

Come on, burn some more paper money for the brothers. It’s not easy for the brothers to follow you. I was just about to talk to Lao Mu, but he suddenly disappeared.

Then I dreamed of Ji Yifan, who was Ji Shuang’s father. He grabbed my clothes and questioned me loudly. He said, Meng, I died to save you. I entrusted my son to

You, why did you send my son to meet me? Are you still a human being? I am not a human being, I really am not a human being."

"It's a dream, don't think too much..."

"I know it's a dream, but I still can't help but think about it." Meng Shaoyuan picked up the red wine glass, stood up, and poured the red wine in the glass onto the ground:

"I feel sorry for these brothers. They followed me through life and death. Before they could enjoy the blessings with me, they were gone. They were gone."

Wu Jingyi picked up the wine bottle and poured him a large glass: "Drink more. When you get drunk, you can still see your brothers in your dreams."

"When I want to get drunk, I just can't get drunk no matter what."

Meng Shaoyuan sat back again and slowly rocked the rocking chair: "There are fewer and fewer old brothers around me. I heard the day before yesterday that the Japanese carried out raids with unprecedented intensity. Wuxi, Changshu, Suzhou and other places have all encountered enemies. Yue Zhenchuan is used to it.

In order to live a comfortable life, due to carelessness, I encountered the Japanese and almost didn't make it out.

I was shocked when I heard that. Fortunately, Yue Zhenchuan still popped out and was slightly injured, but he was fine. These people are the so-called frontier officials and are my old supporters. I sent them out to take charge of their own affairs and help me.

Looking at the place, I feel relieved. If something happens to them again, I really have no way to explain it. There are not many old people from the B family."

Meng Shaoyuan talked about the "Bingzi Clan" headed by the old man, and Wu Jingyi was immediately fascinated.

"The Bingzi Department, the Youth Department, the Hangzhou Department, and then there is the Internal Affairs Department." Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "There are many factions in Shanghai. Your Assistant Wu's Internal Affairs Department is the most powerful. No matter which department it is, how much money will be given to you?

To save face, it’s okay to offend me, but to offend you, Shanghai will be unable to move forward.”

"There is such a name." Wu Jingyi admitted frankly: "But whether it is the B-type department or the so-called internal service department, in the end, you are still the leader. If you really think that the faction is too complicated, come here

Just a big overhaul will be enough.”

"You misunderstood." Meng Shaoyuan was silent for a moment: "There are factions everywhere, and this thing can't be eliminated. Let alone our Shanghai, even within the military command, there are more factions than us, but why are there no major conflicts? Because Mr. Dai is here

Then, if Mr. Dai is here and the military commander is here, there will be no internal chaos.

The same is true for Shanghai. As long as I am alive, there will be no chaos in Shanghai. No matter how powerful a faction is, I know how to control it. What I think about is, when the day comes that I am gone, where will Shanghai go? There are thousands of registered agents in the periphery, and countless

Wanli, what should we do with such a huge force? What will happen to them in the future?"

Wu Jingyi asked softly: "What happened to you today?"

"I just suddenly thought of this." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Are you really planning to be a spy for the rest of your life? When the Japanese are driven away, our mission will be completed. Have you thought about the future?"

"I haven't thought about it, and I don't dare to think about it."

Wu Jingyi drank all the wine in the glass and put down the empty glass: "It's getting late."

She took out a piece of ocean from the slit of the chair and threw it on the coffee table.

"What do you mean?"

"A piece of ocean."

Wu Jingyi stood up, grabbed Meng Shaoyuan's clothes and pulled him up:

"You are worth an ocean."

Meng Shaoyuan was dragged into the house by her.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground was particularly clear at night.

Night, soft...

…

August 9, 1939, 7 a.m.

Fenghui Woolen Textile Co., Ltd.

The workers received the notice last night and came to the factory early this morning.

He Yu came very early.

A long desk is placed there.

On the table, there are envelopes one by one.

Liang Genshan, the worker representative, asked cautiously: "General Manager He, do you have any trouble with us?"

"It's no big deal."
To be continued...