That night, Gao Ning was already dressed in a decent suit and sat in the hotel's western restaurant, enjoying authentic Republic of China food.
The International Hotel is indeed an international hotel, and the services provided here can be said to be the most upscale in this era.
At the very least, in Gao Ning's opinion, the cooking techniques and the richness of the ingredients are not much different from those of later generations.
Even better.
Gao Ning took a bite of the lamb chop imported by Frankie, picked up the red wine glass, and took a sip of the red wine produced by Chateau Conti in 1900. The taste... didn't seem to be anything special.
Gao Ning has never been a person who likes to fool people.
Even before traveling through time, he rarely went to Western restaurants. Even if he had to spend money to entertain guests, he usually went to high-end Huaiyang restaurants.
To him, the eight major cuisines are far more delicious than all the weird Western cooking methods.
Maybe, you can go out and look for authentic snacks tomorrow. In this day and age, roadside stalls should still have real dragons, right?
Gao Ning was thinking wildly. A waiter wearing a black vest and neatly combed hair quickly walked up to him. He held a snow-white towel in one hand, bent slightly in a standard etiquette posture, and said softly.
: "Sir, the person you are looking for has arrived. Do you want to meet him now?"
"Bring him here!"
Gao Ning pulled off the white napkin at the collar, wiped his mouth casually, threw it aside, and pointed to the remaining one-third of the food in front of him: "Get these out!"
"Okay, please wait!"
The waiter turned around and said hello to his companion, and two more people immediately ran next to him. The three of them worked together to clear all the food on the table at once.
At this time, another waiter came over with a somewhat thin middle-aged man wearing a robe, mandarin jacket and hat.
When he saw Gao Ning, the middle-aged man had a trace of doubt in his eyes, but there was a bit more hesitation on his face.
"Mr. Wu, right? Please sit down!"
Gao Ning used his skills to invite the opponent to the opposite side.
"First of all, thank you Mr. Wu for coming. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Gao. I am a foreigner. I just arrived in Shanghai today and I want to ask you some questions!"
The middle-aged man named Wu nodded, "Hello, Mr. Gao, I am Wu Chunbo, I don't know..."
"Oh, it's about this report!"
Gao Ning picked up the newspaper he bought at the dock this morning from the seat next to him and put it on the table.
"I am a little concerned about Xu Wenqiang's affairs. When I went to the magic city, I didn't have a definite source of information yet, and I didn't want to wait, so I simply invited Mr. Wu who wrote this report. Please don't be offended because things happened in a hurry!
"
"Mr. Gao, you're welcome! The meeting of twenty pieces of ocean, no matter when it happens, cannot be regarded as hasty!"
Mr. Wu shook his head simply: "It's just that Wu is a little strange. Since Mr. Gao said that you are a foreigner who just came here, how did you know that I am a reporter for this newspaper?"
Gao Ning chuckled and nodded at the table: "This is the International Hotel!"
"That's it! Got it!"
Mr. Wu nodded: "I wonder what Mr. Gao knows about it?"
"I would like to know what changes have occurred in Shanghai after Xu Wenqiang's death. I wonder if Mr. Wu can shed some light on this?"
"About what?"
"Every aspect! The more comprehensive the better!"
"this……"
Mr. Wu looked hesitant.
Gao Ning smiled slightly, picked up a small one-foot-square suitcase from the side, gently opened the buckle, and opened it slightly.
A flash of bright silver light made Mr. Wu unable to open his eyes.
"I know that the situation in the Magic City is rather strange. Xu Wenqiang and Ding Li are involved in many foreign forces, and France and Toutonji are also related to many local tycoons.
However, even so, journalists’ freedom of speech is still something that no one can take away, what do you think?”
Gao Ning said, closing the small suitcase and pushing it forward slightly.
Gao Ning could clearly see that Mr. Wu swallowed involuntarily, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the small suitcase with a slight hesitation, but firmly.
After gasping twice, he put it aside.
"Mr. Gao is right, no one is allowed to interfere with freedom of speech! Then I will tell you everything I know!" Mr. Wu said firmly.
The corners of Gao Ning's mouth curled up slightly.
So, in the next twenty minutes, Mr. Wu told all the news about Xu Wenqiang that he heard, collected, and speculated on his own.
This includes not only what Xu Wenqiang has done before, the ideas and slogans he has always promoted, and his own stance.
We even briefly analyzed which force the enemy might be.
Gao Ning listened calmly, without any unnecessary expression on his face.
Finally, Mr. Wu said: "In short, according to my speculation, Xu Wenqiang's death was probably the result of a competition between various parties.
Half of the people who do it may be French people, and the other half may be people with weak feet.
It’s just that it’s impossible for such a big shot to do the dirty work himself, they all have their own dedicated rags.”
Gao Ning nodded: "The possibility is not small!"
"Mr. Xu came to Shanghai a few years ago. He was just a little guy who had just been released from prison. Over the past few years, he has grown into a hero.
Now that he has passed away, only Mr. Ding Liding is left to support him alone. Under such circumstances, it is still unknown how long he can survive!"
Mr. Wu shook his head with emotion. After finishing, the acquaintance suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way, the newspaper office received an invitation from Mr. Ding before, inviting us to attend the funeral of Mr. Xu Wenqiang.
According to the news we have received, the scale of this funeral should be quite large, and people from all walks of life will be sent there. If Mr. Gao is interested, he can go and join in the fun!"
As he spoke, Mr. Wu took out a black invitation card from his arms and placed it on the table.
Gao Ning picked it up and took a look at it, and found that there was only the time and address written in white characters on it, and nothing else.
"The funeral is scheduled for tomorrow? The burial will be on the third day? Are you a little anxious?"
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Mr. Wu said: "Before dawn today, there were already rumors on the streets that Mr. Ding wanted to avenge Mr. Xu. It was said that he targeted Lei Hu and offered a reward for promising three things.
There are a lot of people paying attention to this matter, and many people are secretly targeting the Ax Gang. I heard that many people who are trying to make money are eyeing Lei Hu's head.
No one expected that he would die in the hands of a young man at noon today. Mr. Ding was very happy and then announced the funeral tomorrow!"
Having said this, Mr. Wu could not wait to pick up his small suitcase, put his hat on his chest, and nodded slightly to Gao Ning.
"That's all I know. I've told Mr. Gao everything including my guesses, so I won't stay here any longer. Thank you for your generosity tonight. I look forward to meeting you next time!"
After saying this, Mr. Wu turned around and walked away, with a trace of eagerness in his steps.
Gao Ning ignored him, but looked at the invitation in his hand in a daze, muttering: "Thunder Tiger, a young man, funeral... Good guy, it turns out this is the world!"
Gao Ning seemed to have discovered a new world, his eyes widened.
"If you remember correctly, there should be a rare gun battle at tomorrow's funeral. Do you want to join in the fun?"
Gao Ning touched his chin and glanced at the peaceful and peaceful Alcatraz Island, as well as the prisoners inside who were calmly going to jail and working.
"Hehe, we have to make good arrangements for tomorrow's scene!"
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The next day, the sky was clear.
In the southern suburbs cemetery, a group of men in black lined up in front of the luxurious cemetery, looking solemn and solemn.
Ding Li held a cigar in his mouth, looking at the sky with somewhat blurred eyes, and said nothing for a long time.
Not far behind him, two guys, a fat one and a thin guy, were whispering.
The thin man lowered his head and found a small box. Sometimes he pulled out the antenna, sometimes he pressed the button twice, and sometimes he put it to his ear and listened twice, his face full of doubts.
"It's strange. There is obviously electricity and it was connected before. Why is it suddenly not working?"
"Really? Are you lying to me? Can such a little thing really be beaten decades later?"
"Of course! Didn't you see it before?"
"What did you see? I only saw your talking to yourself!"
"Forget it, I guess it's just intermittent convulsions, maybe I can just turn around and be fine!"
After tinkering for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so the thin man simply put it away and ignored it.
"Grandpa, I suddenly have an urgent need to urinate. When will this funeral end?"
"Are you kidding? The mayor hasn't come yet. Didn't you notice that Mr. Ding is waiting? Just hold it in for a while!"
"But I'm really in a hurry!"
"Grandpa, there is a rubber band here. Do you want to lend it to you first?"
"Um?"
The two stared at each other, and no one said anything for a while.
At this moment, an old-fashioned Ford car slowly approached, and the mayor, wearing a black mandarin jacket, walked slowly over with two young girls.
Ding Li saw it from a distance, dropped the cigar in his hand, and led the people to meet him quickly.
"Mr. Mayor, thank you for coming to Brother Qiang's funeral!"
"Mr. Ding, I'm very sad about Mr. Xu. It's a pity to be jealous of talented people!"
"Thank you mayor for your concern!"
"You still call me mayor? Your marriage to Ruxian has been decided. In one month, we will be a family! No need to be so polite!"
The mayor chuckled, the wrinkles on his old face blooming.
Ding Li turned his head uncomfortably, glanced at Ruxian, and said politely: "You're here too!"
"Brother Li, I will definitely get what you want!" Ruxian smiled gently.
When the two of them were about to exchange a few words, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the distance.
"Hahaha, Mr. Ding, I'm not too late!"
When everyone turned around, there was a guy wearing a snow-white suit, leading a group of fierce-looking guys, slowly pressing over.
Ding Li frowned.
The assistant beside him reminded: "Mr. Ding, be careful! Gold is precious, and they come with bad intentions."
"So what if he's not kind? Huh! He's just a clown!" Ding Li said something and faced him with a cold face.
