The sound of the air whistle brought Gao Ning back to his senses. He swept away the children beside him and gained a lot of information with a sweep of his spiritual sense.
He frowned slightly and raised his hand to wave to a newsboy not far away.
The newsboy ran over quickly: "Sir, do you want to share the newspaper? I have the latest Times here. It only costs two cents!"
With that said, he handed one over.
Gao Ning threw a dollar and said: "No need to look for it, help me drive away these little devils!"
The newsboy looked happy. After briefly looking at the banknotes, he quickly put them away and thanked him profusely.
Immediately afterwards, the smiling face also changed into a fierce look, staring hard at the begging brats, and said loudly: "If you don't hurry up, do you want me to deal with you personally?"
The little guys were immediately frightened and trembled, and they scattered on the spot.
After finishing all this, the newsboy said respectfully: "Sir, there are a lot of these little beggars here at the pier. They are both beggars and pickpockets. Please pay more attention!"
After saying that, the newsboy turned and left.
Gao Ning nodded in response and focused all his attention on the newspaper.
Although he was not familiar with the old magic city, he was more or less familiar with it from various sources after the explosion of information.
Gao Ning knew that it was not that simple to be a newsboy in the magical city.
The little guys making a living here also have their own food chain.
Those who beg on the streets or work as pickpockets are naturally at the bottom, second only to the child laborers who do hard work for merchants. The life of newspaper boys is also difficult, and they are also exploited by newspaper publishers.
But in comparison, newsboys can make money, have force, and can seize territory, so they have a certain deterrent effect on those little guys.
If Gao Ning chased people away by himself, they would definitely pester him with shamelessness. Only the newsboy would be so straightforward.
At the dock, it is taboo to reveal money.
These guys are begging for money in a place like this. If they give money, they will be targeted by pickpockets down there soon, or they will simply take risks if they dare.
It’s better if you find out that you are a local, or have relatives here who have jobs. If you find out that you are just a foreigner who just came here, they will definitely steal from you without any discussion!
In this era, chaos and prosperity are intertwined, and debauchery and struggle for survival coexist. It is very magical.
"Xu Wenqiang, the tycoon of the Magic City, was killed and shot forty-six times?"
Seeing the bold and enlarged title on the front page, Gao Ning couldn't help but raise his voice an octave.
The man pulling a rickshaw next to him laughed when he heard this and said, "You don't know about this man's relationship yet? The news spread all over the place early in the morning! I heard that the body was taken away from the Paramount by the patrol overnight, and now it is on the road in front of the door.
All the blood and water have been washed out!"
"Parlem? Xu Wenqiang?"
Gao Ning blinked, he just ran to Shanghai Beach?
No, Xu Wenqiang is already dead and the plot is over. What are you doing here?
Wait, why do I vaguely remember hearing this headline in the newspaper somewhere?
Gao Ning frowned and thought deeply. He had so many thoughts at the moment that he couldn't find any accurate information.
He quickly shook his head and was too lazy to think about it anymore. He stretched out his hand and waved to the driver: "Come here and tell me about Xu Wenqiang!"
"this……"
The driver had a smile on his face, but he looked Gao Ning up and down without moving.
Gao Ning rolled his eyes, took out two one-dollar bills from his pocket, and shook them.
"Hey, you asked the right person. There is no news on this interface that we who pull sheep and charter a car don't know. Come on, take a seat. I'll tell you while I'm holding you!"
The driver quickly accepted the banknotes, shook them to confirm their authenticity, and quickly stuffed them into his belt.
He then diligently helped Gao Ning to the seat, then Ai lifted the handlebar with a smile on his face and ran forward slowly.
"Sir, this Xu Wenqiang is a big shot. It is said that when he first came to Shanghai a few years ago, he was still a penniless student. Because of an accident, he fell in love with Feng Jingyao. Do you know who Mr. Feng Jingyao and Feng Jingyao are?"
Gao Ning waved his hand impatiently: "No need to say this, just tell me if there is another Ding Li?"
"Hey! Don't dare to call Mr. Ding by his first name. Mr. Ding is now a famous tycoon and the leader in business. There is no problem in the entire French Concession that Mr. Ding can't deal with.
His current power is greater than Mr. Feng's before, but unfortunately the situation is different. The Japanese Concession is about to make a move, and you can often see groups of ronin wandering around on Xiafei Road.
I heard from our heads that some time ago, a guy who had a good life had a head-on conflict with Mr. Ding. However, due to various concerns and conceptual pressure, the two sides did not really fight.
But this kind of atmosphere also makes people very nervous!
This is not a fight between gods and gods. We mortals are suffering. I don’t know when the world will truly be peaceful!"
The coachman rambled on, but there was no main thread in his conversation. One moment he was talking about how great Ding Li was now, and the other moment he was talking about how Ding Li used to sell pears at the train station, and who lived in the same alley as him.
At one moment he admired Feng Jingyao for his great business, at another moment he despised him for his tragic death, and at another moment he mentioned that Feng Jingyao actually came from a humble background and got up when he got an opportunity.
Let’s talk about Xu Wenqiang’s rise and subsequent legend.
Talking about the story of two heroes, Xu Wenqiang and Ding Li, competing for a woman.
In short, Gao Ning heard a specious synopsis of the Shanghai Beach story from the coachman's mouth, but Feng Chengcheng in it seemed to have turned into a fairy and descended to earth. He was the type who could be fascinated by just one glance.
Gao Ning initially picked out some useful information from it, but later found out that it was all rumors, so he lost interest and simply interrupted.
"Okay, okay, stop talking about this, take me to the nearest hotel, and get a better one!"
"Dele! It's not far from the International Hotel. It's only two blocks away. It takes five minutes at most. Sit tight, sir. We're going to speed up!"
Mr. Ban'er spoke in a long-winded manner, but his movements were clean and neat. He accelerated when he was told to speed up. He ran down the two streets in less than five minutes, and then stopped steadily in front of the International Hotel.
Gao Ning took a look at the hotel. There was actually a man in uniform, a turban on his head, and a baton on his waist standing guard at the door. Judging from this western-style building, there were actually several banks.
feel.
Gao Ning scanned it with his spiritual sense, threw a banknote and got out of the car with satisfaction. When he walked to the door, the doorman saw that Gao Ning was wearing a bathrobe and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but when his body was about to move, he found that he was not listening.
Already.
With this delay, Gao Ning walked in with great dignity.
Under the gaze of a group of men and women in suits and leather shoes who looked like human beings, Gao Ning walked to the front desk calmly, took out a freshly made ID card and a few large US dollar bills from his arms, and said calmly
