Chapter 1181 of the War Photographer's Notes: Walker and Xiao Su's Mother: "This room will be yours from now on. You are not allowed to go upstairs without the lady greeting you. I will tell you the other rules later. You should familiarize yourself with the room first, etc."
I'll call you out when you're done." After saying that, Yang's mother left the room and helped Wei Ran close the door.
Putting away the Mauser bayonet that was still held in his hand, Wei Ran leaned against the wooden door and listened to the Peking Opera that Yao Canhua was singing outside. At the same time, he also looked at the room, which was about 20 square meters.
In addition to a solid wood wardrobe and an iron frame bed covered with a mat, this room also has a green ceiling fan above the head. On the other end of the bed, there is also a bedside table with a lamp.
In addition to a few furniture and dark brown teak floors underfoot, this room also has a floor-to-ceiling window with a hanging flower door.
After passing through the wooden door on the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a balcony facing the gate of the small courtyard. There is also a bamboo deck chair and a small wooden table that is not too big.
Hearing that the opera was still singing outside, Wei Ran walked to the closet and opened the door and took a look. Seeing that there was nothing inside, he immediately quickly looked under the bed and the drawers of the bedside table.
Finally, he walked into the balcony, took out the cigarette case from the metal book and opened it.
This silver cigarette case from Leningrad can hold a total of 22 cigarettes. The 12 French silk cigarettes that originally came with it have been smoked long ago, and he later put none of the cigarettes in it.
I brought it, and now all that's left in it is a cigarette holder made of deer antler.
He took out the camera, medical kit, and food box in turn, and quickly checked with his guqin and flashlight, but the reality made his teeth itch.
Needless to say, the Guqin Yaoguang was packed in the piano case, but there was no film in the camera, the food box was empty, and even the flashlight had no batteries.
He put these things back into the metal book one by one with his front foot, and there was a knock on the door behind him.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately opened the door, and then found the girl named Qiushi standing at the door holding three long paper tubes on a wooden tray.
Looking past this pretty girl, Wei Ran happened to see the famous prostitute Mei Xiang walking upstairs alone along the wooden stairs, and Yao Canhua, who was singing just now, was sitting with the stout girl named Jasmine.
There was something whispered at a table.
"Brother Wei Ran, on the left is your salary for this month, a total of 120 yuan."
The girl Qiushi standing at the door raised her delicate chin and gestured towards the wooden tray she was holding in her hands.
Taking a look at the opponent's big watery eyes, Wei Ran looked at the tray the opponent was holding, reached out and picked up two paper tubes and two banknotes pressed by the paper tubes from the left.
Look at the right side of the tray, where there are also two banknotes pressed by a long paper tube.
"Mother Yang is waiting for you in the kitchen." Qiushi lowered her voice slightly and gestured in the direction of the kitchen with her big watery eyes.
"I'll be there later"
Wei Ran responded with a smile, and after waiting for the girl, who was probably about the same age as Lu Xinda, to turn around and walk towards Miss Jasmine and Yao Canhua, he closed the door and tore open the two long paper tubes in his hands.
In this long paper tube, there are a total of 50 Yuan Datou rolled up, plus the two green paper bills with a face value of 10 yuan and Mr. Sun's picture on them, it is exactly 120 yuan.
"The capitalists of later generations are worse than the lonely girls of this era."
Wei Ran mumbled and put the two green tickets into his pocket, took out the food box and threw the silver coins in.
What he said was not false at all. Although he had not worked seriously since graduating from college, he had never heard of any boss who paid wages first and then made people work - it would be great if they could not hold down wages for a month.
Already.
What's more, although his entry into this historical segment was delayed due to a few thieves, he still had to make a lot of preparations.
At least he knew clearly that as early as the end of 1935, the government banned the circulation of silver coins. Even so, Miss Meixiang still insisted on using genuine Yuan Dafa's wages, which was really conscientious.
Without daring to waste too much time, Wei Ran collected his wages for the next month, took off his upper body tunic suit, unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled up the cuffs, then opened the door and walked straight through the living room on the first floor.
Entered the kitchen.
There is a small door in and out of the kitchen. Through the small door, there is a small space between the back of the house and the courtyard wall.
This is also the place where later generations of sanitary ware would pry windows into the basement. But at this time, in addition to growing onions, coriander and the like, one end was blocked by a boiler room that did not exist in later generations.
And Aunt Yang, who was nominally Aunt Weiran, was sitting on the horse at the door of the boiler room, busy picking vegetables.
Seeing Wei Ran coming over, Yang Ma immediately picked up a mazha from beside her and handed it to Wei Ran to sit down. While busy, she said happily, "Miss, I am very satisfied with you. You have to work hard. In addition, you have to remember
A few rules."
"What are the rules?" Wei Ran said, reaching out to help the other party choose the food.
"You don't need to do this rough work."
Yang's mother took the beans from Wei Ran's hand and lowered her voice slightly and said, "Our lady is a very clean person. Her leather shoes must be wiped every day, and the soles must be wiped clean before entering.
You also need to change your clothes every day, and they must not smell like sweat. Your dumb uncle will take you to buy a few sets of clothes later, and he will also buy you a pocket watch."
Speaking of this, Yang Ma took out a silver pocket watch from her apron pocket and showed it to Wei Ran. Then she took it back and said, "Miss is a punctual person. This watch must be set with the first floor when you get up every morning."
The big clock is against the clock, but don't dare to let it run slower.
In addition, the biggest rule in this book apartment is that you are not allowed to play with money, drink alcohol, or smoke. If you are found out, you will be fired. Do you remember this?"
"I remember." Wei Ran nodded and asked in a low voice, "When is Miss' birthday?"
"The twenty-fifth day of the seventh lunar month," Yang's mother replied subconsciously, "but Miss' birthday is on the Western calendar, which is September 9th every year."
After answering Wei Ran's question, Yang's mother looked at Wei Ran suspiciously, "Why are you asking this?"
"Just ask," Wei Ran joked and changed the subject, while secretly muttering, "She is indeed a Virgo!"
"Although Miss is easy to talk to, I don't usually inquire about her affairs." Yang's mother whispered.
"Aunt, let's talk about the other people. What are their origins?" Wei Ran asked.
"Jasmine and Qiushi were both saved by the lady."
Yang's mother lowered her voice a little lower, put down the food in her hand and explained almost close to Wei Ran's ear, "Miss Jasmine was picked up by Miss eight years ago. At that time, she was begging for food at the door of Seventh Heaven. It was raining heavily that day.
, the lady saw that she was pitiful and took her back."
"She is that young man's aunt?"
"Can't"
Yang's mother explained, "The young lady needed someone who could play, play, and sing, so Jasmine found her nephew. I heard that the child's father died of cold in the spring. At that time, he was still working as an assistant in the troupe.
, Jasmine only recognized him when she accompanied her to a theater a while ago."
"Where's Qiushi?" Wei Ran asked.
"That girl also has a hard life. During August last year, her father wanted to sell her to a brothel to get some money for cigarettes. Although the girl looks delicate and weak, she has a very fierce temper!
I saw it with my own eyes. At that time, she broke away from her father and wanted to throw herself into the Haihe River. Fortunately, Cao Muba and I were passing by on behalf of the young lady at that time, so we managed to rescue her."
"What about the mute uncle?" Wei Ran asked.
"Cao Mute is not ordinary"
Yang Ma's voice became even lower, "It seems that he used to be a communications soldier for Marshal Zhang. When Marshal Zhang returned to the Northeast, he was sent to Tianjin on a business trip. Later, Marshal Zhang was killed in a bombing, and he was also arrested.
I almost got beaten to death and even hurt my throat."
"Miss picked it up too?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"That's not the case"
Yang's mother explained, "Miss is kind-hearted. When she saw Cao Dumb begging for food in Quanyechang, she rewarded him with five yuan. Later, one time, Miss's car broke down as soon as she drove to the entrance of Zhongyuan Company. Although Miss Jasmine also learned
She knows how to drive, but she doesn't know how to repair cars.
When the lady was worried, Cao Dumb, who was selling cigarettes on the street and was already relying on the five yuan given by the lady, saw him and came up to help repair the car. The lady simply hired him to be a driver, which saved money.
That girl Jasmine doesn’t dare to pour into the garage every day when she drives.”
Before Wei Ran could continue to ask, the mute Cao also knocked on the kitchen door.
"Go!" Yang Ma immediately urged, "Follow your mute uncle to buy things."
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately stood up and followed the mute uncle standing at the door and walked out.
When the two of them were about to go out, the girl named Jasmine also asked Yao Canhua to get up and go out together. When the mute uncle drove out of the garage, a milk-white four-door Chevrolet car was immediately brought in.
Yao Canhua, wearing cloth shoes, got into the rear compartment.
After Wei Ran also sat down in the passenger seat, Cao Duba immediately drove the car slowly out of the yard and drove out slowly.
In the stuffy carriage, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the world outside the car door. The various beautiful Western buildings along the way, the various foreigners who appeared from time to time, and the clanking trams all seemed to convey a busy and prosperous atmosphere.
picture.
But this world is by no means the romantic Republic of China era that those brain-dead sisters of later generations yearn for.
The slow tram on the street was crowded with people, and there were many "tickets" outside. The policemen directing traffic in the middle of the road would wave their batons to unruly rickshaw drivers.
A few times, so that for a moment he had the illusion that he was on the streets of Mumbai, India.
romantic?
Romance, how can Chinese people in this era be romantic?
All he could see were those young girls or women with good looks, standing under the signs of "Eighty cents for anything", "60 cents for anything" or even "40 cents for anything" in order to survive, looking forward to those who were waiting for them.
Coolies who have to do heavy physical work under the sun can have time and extra money to take care of their business.
He could also see the scrawny smokers huddled at the door of the opium dens that could be seen almost everywhere. They were trying to breathe with their mouths wide open in the eyes of the people around them, as if they were hoping to escape from the smokers who had not allowed them to do so.
I smelled some "second-hand smoke" in the smokehouse I entered.
He could also see that in this hot weather, there were still some half-year-old children who were either busy selling newspapers or cigarettes, or doing heavy physical work like adults.
In this world, in this era, perhaps only those foreign adults wearing suits, sitting on rickshaws and smoking cigars, perhaps only they can be flattered by those with almost numb faces, nestling in their arms and letting them be.
You can feel the so-called romance in this cheongsam girl who raises and lowers her hands in broad daylight.
In the midst of Wei Ran's thoughts, Cao Duba also drove the car to the door of a foreign bank.
In addition to the words "Schweiger Foreign Trade Co., Ltd." written in Chinese characters on this foreign company, the words "Schweiger Trading Co., Ltd." are also written in German.
At Cao Dumb's greeting, Wei Ran pushed open the door and got out of the car, and followed him to the door of the foreign bank. However, Jasmine and Yao Canhua, who were sitting in the back seat, did not follow. They crossed the road and walked to the opposite clothing store with a signboard with only Chinese characters.
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Withdrawing his gaze and walking into the foreign bank, Wei Ran walked into an office under the leadership of Cao Duba.
Soon, a blond white man who looked to be in his thirties and wearing a white suit came in. He shook hands with Cao Duba enthusiastically and asked in standard Chinese, "Is it Miss Meixiang who wants to see me?"
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Cao Mute shook his head, raised his finger and pointed at Wei Ran, then made a hand gesture in the shape of a pistol, and then took it from his pocket
He took out an ID and showed it to the other party, then pointed at Wei Ran again.
"Come with me"
The white man didn't show any disappointment. He asked Wei Ran to follow him out of the office, walked up the stairs to the second floor, and walked into a room that was not that big.
"Sit on that chair," the blond white man said, having already picked up a camera that was originally placed on the table.
"Why are you taking pictures of me?" Weiran suddenly asked in German.
"Do you speak German?"
The white man looked at Wei Ran in surprise, then put down the camera in his hand, took the initiative to reach out to Wei Ran, and introduced himself in German, "I am Volker von Schweiger, from this foreign company."
manager."
"My German name is Victor. Of course, you can call me my Chinese name Wei Ran."
Wei Ran shook hands with the other party and asked in a joking tone, "Are you a Junker noble? Why can't I see the ugly honor scars on your face?"
"You know about honor scars?"
The manager of the foreign bank looked at Wei Ran who was shaking hands with him in surprise. This so-called honor scar was actually the scar left by the Junker nobles who liked to duel at every turn when their opponent stabbed their cheeks with a sword during a fencing duel.
That's all.
Although not 100% of all Junker nobles have this kind of scar, at least during World War I and World War II, those who had scars on their faces in the German army were 100% of Junker noble ancestry.
There is no doubt that honorary scars have also become a joke for the common people to the Junker nobles, even if the latter regard those stab wounds as glory.
However, when the manager of the foreign bank saw that Wei Ran did not answer his rhetorical question, he smiled and shook his head, picked up the camera again, and explained in German extraordinarily calmly, "I am not a nobleman, but in this far east
, Pretending to be a noble will indeed make it easier for me to do business.
Okay, sit down quickly, I'm going to take a photo for you, and in a few days you'll be able to get a driver's license that can be used in the concession. By the way, who are you, Miss Meixiang?"
"bodyguard"
Wei Ran sat on the chair, straightened his back, and asked in Chinese, "Are you a friend of Miss Mei Xiang?"
"Friends? They can be considered friends."
Walker first pressed the shutter on Wei Ran, and then explained, "Miss Mei Xiang is a very good dance partner and a very patient Chinese teacher.
Victor, we will meet often in the future, right here at Love Letters Apartment. Okay, you can stand up now, you still need a pistol, right?"
"Yes," Wei Ran stood up and responded, "What styles of pistols do you have here?"
"Do you have any requirements?" Walker put down the camera and asked, "Since you can speak German, I can give you a good discount."
"Do you have ppk?" Wei Ran asked casually.
"Chinese people seem to prefer Browning and Mauser products"
Walker said, then reached out and opened a drawer, showing off very proudly, "But I do have ppk, how about it? Do you want one? It comes with two extra magazines and two boxes of ammunition."
"Is it expensive?" Wei Ran asked cautiously.
"I told you that I will give you a pretty good discount, so it won't be very expensive."
As Walker spoke, he took out a cardboard box from the innermost side of the drawer and pushed it to Wei Ran, "Have you been to Germany?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled with a strange expression on his face and joked casually, "I listened to Mr. Gerdorff's speech at the Krupp factory two years ago. He is a very contagious gentleman."
"I haven't been back for three years."
Walker said with emotion, "My wife just boarded the ship back to China a month ago, but it already feels like a century to me."
"Is your wife a Jew?" As Wei Ran spoke, he had already opened the paper box and took out a small ppk pistol and two magazines with thumb rests.
"Did Miss Meixiang tell you?" Walker asked with a smile.
"For the sake of your willingness to give me a discount."
Wei Ran took apart the small pistol in his hand for a more detailed inspection and said, "If you are willing to believe me, it is best to let your wife and family leave Germany within two years."
"Why?" Walker asked puzzledly.
"Do you sell film and batteries here?"
Wei Ran did not answer the other party's question, but slowly assembled the pistol that he had disassembled, "How much do I need to pay for this gun?"
"Miss Meixiang will pay the money for the weapons at the end of the month."
Seeing that Wei Ran didn't answer his question, Walker simply rummaged through a few boxes of ammunition and handed them to Wei Ran. He then changed the subject and asked, "What type of film and battery do you need? Miss Mei Xiang just made these things."
It was not mentioned in the phone call, so you need to pay for it yourself."
"certainly"
Wei Ran nodded matter-of-factly, and while taking the bullet, he also reported the model and quantity of film and battery he needed to the other party.
Without letting him wait long, Walker took what he needed and accepted the two banknotes in Wei Ran's hand.
After taking the change from the other party, Walker also handed Wei Ran a silver pocket watch. From what he meant, it seemed that this was what Miss Mei Xiang asked him to help prepare during the phone call she just made.
Without wasting too much time, Wei Ran said goodbye to Walker, went downstairs to meet Cao Mute and left the foreign company.
However, Cao Muba had no intention of opening the door and getting in the car. Instead, he gestured for him to follow him across the busy road, walked into a clothing store, and met Jasmine who was sitting at the table drinking tea.
"Dude"
Jasmine greeted the store clerk, then pointed at Wei Ran and said, "Measure him and make two sets of tunic suits and five shirts."
After saying that, Miss Jasmine asked Wei Ran again, "Are the shoes on your feet the right size?"
"A bit small," Wei Ran replied truthfully. The shoes on his feet were indeed a bit small.
"Bring him two more pairs of leather shoes, and I want them in this style."
After Jasmine said to the waiter, she immediately said to Wei Ran, "Take off your shoes and put them here. They were originally taken from this store temporarily."
Hearing this, Wei Ran obeyed the other party's instructions and took off his boots. With the help of the clerk, who looked about sixteen or seventy-seven, he changed into a pair of mid-top boots of the same style that was slightly larger than half a size, and got extra ones.
I bought a pair of replacement boots of the same style and a pair of round-top cloth shoes with mille-layer soles.
After finishing cleaning his feet, the clerk invited a tailor from the back room who looked to be in his forties or fifties to help Wei Ran measure the dimensions carefully.
Before he finished measuring, Yao Canhua also changed into a relatively more fitting gown and walked out.
After the guy finished measuring Wei Ran and agreed on a time to deliver it to his door, Jasmine and Cao Yaba took them into a barber shop not far away and gave them each a neat haircut.
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This was not over yet. Next, the two of them took him and Yao Canhua to buy some daily necessities such as towels, socks, and razors. Of course, they had to pay for these things themselves.
When they all purchased what they needed and returned to the entrance of Schweiger & Co., Cao Duba asked Wei Ran to sit in the driver's seat.
Seeing that the other party had a serious look on his face, Wei Ran handed what he was carrying to Jasmine in the back seat, started the car, and started driving happily without a license according to Cao Dumb's instructions on the slightly chaotic street.
Unlike the cars of later generations that could easily run more than 100 kilometers, the cars of this era only had a top speed of 50 or 60 kilometers per hour on the computer. This car had no seat belts at all, or even a headrest.
Coupled with the bustling flow of people on the road, he was actually just driving slowly at a speed of more than 20 kilometers per hour.
Such a slow pace didn't last long when he saw a beautiful building at the corner of the intersection directly ahead with the words "Jinmen Quanyechang" written on it.
Almost at the same time as he saw the building, Cao Yuba also signaled him to turn left in front.
When Wei Ran drove the car and stopped at the entrance of Quanyechang, Cao Mute lowered the window, put his hand into his mouth and blew a loud whistle.
Soon, a little guy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old ran over with a cigarette box in his arms and asked particularly enthusiastically, "Uncle Cao, are they still Camel cigarettes?"
Mute Cao nodded when he heard this, and at the same time handed out a paper ticket, and made a scissor hand gesture to indicate the amount he wanted to buy.
Upon seeing this, the young man immediately took the money, took two packs of cigarettes from the wooden box and a pack of matches and handed them in through the car window.
"Young man, come here." Wei Ran waved to the young man.
"Here we come! What cigarettes do you want?" The young man came around from the front of the car and asked enthusiastically.
"One package for the front door, one package for the camel." Wei Ran said, and handed over a two-yuan note that was left over from the change he had just made for something he had just bought.
"There are 10-packs and 20-packs on the front door. Do you want it?"
"Twenty cigarettes," Wei Ran replied casually. Smoking was a task given by the metal book. He didn't dare to bet on whether smoking 10 less cigarettes a day would make the ancestor of the book unhappy.
Seeing this, the young man took the money, picked up two packs of cigarettes and a pack of matches and handed them to Wei Ran.
"Give me two packs too"
Jasmine, who was sitting in the back row, said jokingly, "I want the fairy brand, Weiran, can I smoke two packs of cigarettes?"
"Of course." Wei Ran nodded happily.
Seeing this, the young man outside the car immediately took two packs of Fairy brand cigarettes and a pack of matches, and handed them to Wei Ran, who was driving, along with the change.
Passing the two packs of cigarettes and the matches from the vendor to Jasmine behind him, Wei Ran slowly tore open the pack of cigarettes with the front door number, then took out the silver cigarette case under the cover of his pocket and put it in
Got in.
While he was busy here, Cao Duba and Jasmine were doing almost the same thing.
When the three old smokers each lit up a cigarette with a holder, the car immediately became like a bacon kiln. As for Yao Canhua, the only non-smoker, he was naturally the only one waiting to be smoked.
Meaty.
"It's almost time, let's go home." Jasmine said as she taught Yao Canhua to roll down the car window.
Hearing this, Wei Ran looked at Cao Yuba, the co-pilot, but the latter just nodded, but did not mean to give directions at all. It was obvious that Wei Ran was still taking the exam for Wei Ran.
Naturally, this little test can't stop Wei Ran. No matter how hard he tries, Jinmen at this time is far less prosperous than in later generations. What's more, Wei Ran has been paying attention to his surroundings, so how could he get lost.
The car was driven back to the small western-style building without any obstruction. Wei Ran skillfully reversed the car into the yard and then backed it straight into the garage.
However, before he could turn off the car, he heard girl Jasmine in the back seat say reluctantly, "Little Su's mother is here. If I had known, she wouldn't have come back so early."
"Who is Xiao Su's mother?"
Wei Ran turned off the engine and asked curiously. He had also noticed the rickshaw parked at the door and the fat woman standing on the steps at the entrance of the small building.
"Xiao Su's mother is the young lady's former madam."
However, Jasmine was not in a hurry to open the car door. She just lowered her voice and explained, "In addition to introducing clients to the lady, she always wants to trick Qiushi into picking up clients."
At this point, Jasmine kindly reminded, "Little Su's mother will definitely not be able to say anything good. No matter what she says later, you two just listen. If you really don't want to listen, just smoke. She can't smell the smoke.
I cough whenever I smell smoke."
After saying that, Jasmine and Cao Duba each relit a cigarette, opened the car door and walked out of the garage.
"Do you want to pack cigarettes?" Wei Ran asked before Yao Canhua got out of the car.
"Miss, I'm not allowed to smoke," Yao Canhua quickly waved her hand and refused.
"Why aren't you allowed to smoke?" Wei Ran opened the car door as he spoke.
"Protect your throat"
Yao Canhua explained with a sense of inferiority, "The lady said that I can't play the erhu well and I can't sing well. My voice is worth some money, so I have to cherish it."
Hearing this, Wei Ran put the second cigarette he had just pulled out back into the cigarette case, then took Yao Canhua around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and took out their belongings one by one.
They each carried their things and left the garage. When Wei Ran just walked into the small building, he heard the little Su's mother in the living room on the first floor, wearing a top and skirt, with a round figure like a gourd, speaking in a sharp voice.
My son admired the delicious smell of sitting at the dining table and eating slowly.
"You damn girl! Look at all the things you picked up that are missing arms and legs!"
The little Su's mother put one hand on her waist and held a silk handkerchief in the other. She said in a scolding manner, "A rustic mother who doesn't know how to cook Western food, a mute who can't even kick out half a fart with three feet, and a guy who can't make a fart out of his mouth."
You are a stupid maid who is paying back a man! You finally have a treasure like Qiushi, but you are still guarding her from making money! You prodigal loser - who are these two men!"
Just when Wei Ran was reminded of Aunt Fu from his mother's travel agency for no reason, that fat woman, Little Su's mother, finally noticed him and Yao Canhua who was hiding behind him.
"The piano player and bodyguard I found"
Mei Xiang, who was eating, responded without raising her head, and then said, "Qiushi, go get the Yao Qin and let them each play a piece for Xiao Su's mother to listen to."
"Listen to whatever you want! Listen to whatever you want!"
Xiao Su's mother looked at Wei Ran and Yao Canhua displeasedly, and said angrily, "No, no, neither of them is good. You can't have any more men in this study apartment, especially the tall one.
"You're so handsome, it's hard to avoid the kindness that comes to you."
"Snapped!"
Meixiang slammed the chopsticks in her hand on the table. Little Su's mother, who was still nitpicking just now, also shivered and finally stopped talking.
"Wei Ran, see you off!"
"Hey! How dare you, you slut."
What else dares, Xiao Su's mother can't say, because at this time, not only has a slender and sharp Mauser bayonet been attached to her neck, but Wei Ran's other hand has also been inserted from the lower back.
He pulled out a small ppk pistol, pressed down the hammer, and pressed the oily muzzle against her temple, which was also shiny.
"Are you going to go out on your own or should I chop you up and throw you out piece by piece?" Wei Ran said with a smile against Xiao Su's mother's ear, who also shivered involuntarily.
This little Su's mother is an old madam, but when she was young, she was also a veteran in the sex industry. Naturally, she could tell that Wei Ran was really asking her to choose between the two, rather than simply threatening her.
In fact, not only did she hear it, Mei Xiang, who was sitting at the dining table, also heard that Wei Ran was not joking, so after sighing, she waved her hand to signal Wei Ran to withdraw his magical power, and then said seriously, "Xiao Su's mother, the Republic of China.
I have redeemed my life sixteen years ago, and I am still the guarantor of the young marshal. From now on, you will not need to worry about my affairs in the courtyard. As long as we don’t break up, I will still treat you as my kin.
Mom, I will never forget your kindness to me."
Glancing at the smiling Wei Ran with fear, little Su's mother took a few steps forward and asked tentatively, "What about Miss Qiushi and..."
"Don't even think about Qiushi's ideas."
Mei Xiang slowly lit a cigarette and said, "As for the Japanese merchant you mentioned, I can meet you tomorrow. I'm not in the mood today."
"Tomorrow, then tomorrow!"
Xiao Su's mother glanced at Wei Ran again, who was looking at her with a smile, and arrogantly pulled away Yao Canhua who was blocking the door, and walked out quickly carrying a small bag.
