Mu Sanshou's face suddenly darkened again, and he said coldly: "The Qing Dynasty has been destroyed, where did the slaves come from? Li Desheng, do you still think you are your father-in-law?"

This fat and fat middle-aged man used to be a eunuch in the palace. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, some eunuchs were left in the palace. Most of the eunuchs were sent out of the palace to make a living. Li Desheng was one of them. Li Desheng said with a bitter face: "No matter when, in front of the third master, the young ones are slaves."

Mu Sanshou waved his hand a little bored: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go if you have farts, and I still have something to do!"

"Third Master, the young man was stolen at the City God Temple."

"Call the police! The police efficiency of the French Concession is quite reasonable."

"The money is second. The young man threw away the token that the prince entrusted me to the prince during his lifetime."

Mu Sanshou slowly turned his head, his eyes like two sharp swords that made Li Desheng feel cold in his heart, and he lowered his head timidly.

"Why haven't you heard of it in the past?"

"Because it's not a big deal, I forgot about negligence. I just learned that Princess had returned from France, so I was in a hurry to see her. I didn't expect to meet a liar at the City God Temple halfway through. The servant was designed by someone if he didn't notice it..."

Mu Sanshou pointed to Li Desheng's right hand and signaled him to raise his hand.

As soon as Li Desheng raised his hand, Mu Sanshou put the scorching white copper smoke pot on his palm. The pain made Li Desheng's fat face twist and deformed, and cold sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead fell. However, he was frightened by Mu Sanshou's power but did not dare to make a sound. His palms were so painful that they cramped and did not dare to avoid it.

It was not until he smelled the pungent burnt smell that Mu Sanshou had just put out the smoke pot, and then he knocked heavily on the table, stood up, and stretched out his two fingers that were scorched by the smoke in his right hand: "Two things, one, never mention her identity, two, get out of Huangpu, get out of Huangpu, get out of the way, don't let me see you again!"

The night rain is drizzling, and the prosperous French Concession, which was once prosperous, also seemed a little deserted because of this unexpected autumn rain. However, there is a place where the lights are still bright and wine. This is the Blue Mill opened by the French businessman Belmondo. Although this dance hall has only been open for half a year, it has successfully attracted the attention of celebrities from all walks of life in the French Concession. Almost every day, dignitaries come here to enjoy entertainment. Half a month ago, the singer Ye Qinghong, who returned from studying abroad in France, came here to stay. Her wonderful singing voice and wonderful dancing postures quickly attracted countless upper-class people in the French Concession. It is logical that a new singer and dance rookie cannot become famous in Huangpu in just half a month, but she has strong backstage support behind her.

Mu Sanshou almost included the influential newspapers in Huangpu and promoted them on the front pages every day. Under such a intensive publicity offensive, Ye Qinghong's name was quickly known, and her popularity speed can be described as a comet. While his extraordinary beauty attracted many admirers, it naturally attracted many ambitious people who wanted to have a love affair and even take it for themselves. Most of them just had such ideas. No one dared to put it into practice, unless he didn't want to stay in the French Concession, or was already tired of living a mess.

At 9:30 at night, two rickshaws stopped in front of the Blue Mofang gate and got off the car first. Luo Lie was wearing a black suit, a civilized hat, and a black windbreaker. He was tall and elegant. Then he got off the blind man An Zhai, wearing a camel-colored suit, but the suit was not fit, and the buttons on the front could not be buttoned up, and the abrupt belly was wide open, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Although it was night, the blind man still wore sunglasses, not to pretend. At night, his eyes became particularly sharp and could clearly see the scenery in the dark night. However, there was also a disadvantage. He was afraid of the stimulation of strong light. When God opened a door for you, he would inevitably close a window. There was never perfect in this world.

When Luo Lie lights cigarettes, the blind man takes out the copper plate and pays the car. After seeing one of the coachmen receives the copper plate, he still reaches out to him. The blind man said fiercely: "What are you doing? Not enough?"

"Sir, pulling you one is equal to two others..."

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!" The blind man raised his fists and widened his small eyes. Money is second to him, and it is unbearable to make fun of his weight.

Luo Lie had already taken out a few copper plates and handed them to the coachman, and pulled the blind man to the door.

The blind man was still angry: "I hate these things that look fat when you look at people with a lot of eyes the most." This word is his processing improvement.

Luo Lie stuffed half of the cigarette into his mouth. The blind man took a sip and immediately remembered something. He spitted it out in one mouthful. The cigarette butt drew a cool arc in the night sky, and then ejected it accurately on a young officer.

The young officer was wearing a yellow-green military uniform, a woolen coat of the same color, a shiny black high-waisted leather boot, a black lambskin glove, and a tall and heroic figure. Even his pale and cold face was shrouded in the shadow of the hard-shelled large-brimmed hat. He was stunned for a moment, paused and paused, looking down at the place on his chest where the ashes were stained with disgust.

The blind man reacted immediately, walked over with a smile on his face, and reached out to help the young officer slap the ashes on his body: "Sir, sorry, sorry..." His hand was pressed against the young officer's body by the other party and pushed it out extremely roughly. If Luo Lie had not supported his back in time, he would have fallen a heavy butt at this time.

The blind man was obviously offended and pointed at the young officer with his big face: "What do you mean?"

While pulling down his arm, Luo Lie apologized to the young officer and said, "Sorry, my brother is drunk too much."

The young officer glanced at Luo Lie coldly, without saying a word, and strode into the gate of Blue Mill.

When his back disappeared, the blind man said angrily: "What awesome? Damn! A little major dares to show off his tricks?"

Luo Lie couldn't help but slap him on the head. The blind man was afraid that he would mess up his head shape. He quickly combed his hair with his hands, and then blinked at Luo Lie with great smugness. Luo Lie had guessed what he had done and lowered his voice and said, "Don't forget the main purpose of our visit."

Entering the Blue Mill, he found a relatively secluded corner to sit down. After ticking the drinks, the blind man leaned forward and whispered: "That guy has two mattes on his body." The mattes are pistols, and they are used to communicating in this way.

Luo Lie found the position of the young officer from the corner of his eyes, and sat in the northwest corner, and like them, he chose a place that was not easy to attract attention. He sat there alone, took off his coat, and took off his military cap. The dim light reflected a cold and indifferent face, with clear edges and no slightest smile. The gloves were put together and neatly placed on the left side of the small round table. Half a cup of red wine was poured into the crystal cup in front of him, but it has not moved at all so far.

The blind man cut it off disdainfully and took out his trophy from his pocket. A military officer certificate with the number and rank of the army written on it. He came from the young officer just now. Although the blind man was fat and bloated, he had a pair of fat hands that were extremely agile.

Luo Lie frowned, and was helpless about the blind geese's old habit of plucking hair.

The blind man grinned: "Lu Weilin, a little major in the Fengtian clan."

Luo Lie reminded him: "Military people, you'd better not provoke them."

The blind man shook his head: "Military? A big little official, here is Huangpu. Not to mention him, even if they are the generals coming, they still have to walk under the roof of the French Concession. Everything must be judged by the foreigners' expressions." He couldn't help but feel a little excited when he said this: "When will it be our turn to be the foreigners in China?"

Luo Lie picked up the wine glass, swayed the red wine in the glass, and whispered: "You don't understand the national affairs, and it's not your turn to worry about it."

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country!" The blind man became more and more excited as he spoke.

At this time, a French man in a black tuxedo appeared on the stage. He first guzzled in French, and then shouted in an exaggerated and weird tone: "Next, please invite our beautiful Sophie, the beautiful flower from Europa France, and the brightest star tonight - Ye Qinghong!"

The scene was filled with joy, and the blind man couldn't help but take off his sunglasses, staring at the stage with all his attention, looking forward to Ye Qinghong's appearance.

Although Luo Lie is one year younger than the blind man, he is well-versed in his work, has an outstanding overall view, is vigilant, and can keep a clear mind in any environment. These advantages are exactly why he can convince the blind man. Everyone was paying attention to the stage and looking forward to Ye Qinghong's appearance, Luo Lie noticed a group of people coming in from outside the door.

In the center of the crowd, two people walked in side by side. On the right side was Mr. Mu San. The other was wearing military uniform, short and fat, and was holding a cigar in his mouth all the time. It was Ren Zhongchang, the governor of northern Jiangxi. When they entered the door, it was when Ye Qinghong came on the stage. Everyone at the scene focused on the stage, and instead ignored these two important figures. Although Ren Zhongchang was strong in northern Jiangxi, he was not known to the public in Huangpu. This time he came to Huangpu to seek military sponsorship, and wanted to see the French consul.
Chapter completed!