During dinner, Chen Baoxiang told him not to let Chuan Wen or Chuan Wu go out and talk nonsense, but to keep his mouth shut and hide everything about opening a restaurant.
You must not reveal your wealth until you successfully open a grand hotel.
Chuanwu angrily said: "Dad, why don't you let me tell you? It's such a happy event. I can't wait to set off two firecrackers to let everyone in Jinan know!"
Chen Baoxiang smiled and warned again: "Don't ask anything, don't reveal your wealth, understand? In the past, there were so many rich people in Jinan City. When the Nanshan bandits came to the city, they would arrest four or five at a time, kidnap them for money, and finally don't worry about confiscation."
When they got the money, they all voted for it."
Chuanwu was startled and fell silent.
In extreme anxiety, Chen Baoxiang finally received Lian Chengbi's secret message.
On February 2, the day when the dragon raised his head, Gu Lanchun disguised him and pretended to be another laborer. He set off from Flower Shop Street in Zhijin City and went directly to the goods counter.
"Don't come into contact with anyone. You won't see Wen Dujuan. You will only see explosive packs and incendiary bombs in the utility room. When evacuating, don't go back to Huadian Street, go directly to Daming Lake, and go around Daming Lake from the north bank.
Circle it back and find a place to wash off the disguise medicine."
Chen Baoxiang was very calm, neither happy nor worried.
If I could die for Gu Lanchun, I would be worthy of the fate of this encounter.
From regular patrons, Chen Baoxiang heard that the Southern Army continuously assassinated Japanese enemy chiefs in Peiping and Shanghai, sometimes using bombs and sometimes using poison. Their achievements were outstanding and very efficient, which frightened the little Japanese.
"Japs are also human beings, not gods. A friend in Peiping told me that three Japs went to have their heads shaved together. They all lay on chairs with soapy water on their chins. The shaver cut each one off, and blood flowed all over the floor."
"Okay, okay..."
Those who listened clapped their hands and applauded, waiting for the next words.
"The killers of the Southern Army in Shanghai are even more powerful. It is said that there is an assassination team, which is the disciple and grandson of the 'King of Assassination' Wang Yaqiao. They plant time bombs in places where the Japanese give speeches, hold meetings, and play in parks, killing twelve people at a time.
Nineteen people were killed. In addition to killing Japanese soldiers, many Japanese traders were also killed!"
Someone added: "We all know that those are not businessmen at all, but Japanese spies. Before the war started, they drew a map of China's passes, garrisons, roads, and waterways in the name of business and handed it to Japan.
Army. The Japanese army marched all the way south from Shanhaiguan with overwhelming force because they were familiar with China's terrain."
Chen Baoxiang remembered something Mr. Mu said. When Chief Han blocked the Japanese army on the Yellow River, he thought that the other side could only cross the river through the railway bridge and pontoon bridge. However, he did not expect that they were familiar with the water properties of the Yellow River and took advantage of the narrowing of the river surface in winter to cross the river.
Seven river mouths upstream and downstream of the pontoon crossed the river at the same time, forming a siege from the north, west and east. Commander Han's bridgehead position was attacked by two wings and suffered a disastrous defeat.
Without the map drawn by the spies, the Japanese battle would not have been so smooth.
"The fucking Japanese are thieves. They usually flirt with us and get close to us, but stab us in the back at critical moments. I will never be able to associate with the Japanese again. They are not good things!"
It's too late to say this now.
Chen Baoxiang saw with his own eyes that Japanese engineering soldiers went around Jinan City to draw maps, stroke by stroke, meticulously.
In the past, Chief Han's people had never done anything like this. Whenever there was a war, the cavalry charged and the sabers opened the way.
Chen Baoxiang suddenly felt that the gap between the Southern Army and the Japanese was not only in numbers and weapons, but also in overall backwardness and vulnerability.
"Boss Chen, what are you thinking about?"
Someone called Chen Baoxiang and served rice and meat.
Chen Baoxiang felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and he finally realized that the traditional saying of "kill one to earn a profit, kill two to earn one" was completely wrong.
The Japanese have crooked machine guns and 38-guns, as well as mountain cannons and mortars. If they only adopt sneak attacks like Wanhualou, everyone will be dead one day.
A rickshaw stopped outside the door, and a man walked in, swinging a folding fan, and it was Mr. Feng from Mingxinchi.
The regular patrons were stunned and lowered their heads.
"Boss Chen, I went to the Guandi Temple on Furong Street to offer incense, and I remembered you, so I came over to have a look, hehehehe..."
In the back, four diners carried boxes of snacks and stacked them neatly on the counter.
Mr. Feng is a prominent figure in Jinan's world, and he is of both black and white, Chinese and Japanese.
He gave Chen Baoxiang gifts, which immediately made the regular customers look at Chen Baoxiang with admiration.
"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it."
Chen Baoxiang walked out of the counter, wiped the table and made tea.
"Old Chen, don't be pretentious. I know you are going to open a restaurant in Grand View Garden. The plaque of 'Chen's Grand Hotel' has been written on it, with gold paint on a black background and a plaque with the calligraphy of Wei stele. It's grand, really grand..."
The regular patrons said "ah" and looked at Chen Baoxiang.
Someone reacted first and congratulated Chen Baoxiang with fists in his arms.
Chen Baoxiang did not expect that Master Feng knew about this in advance, and was a little embarrassed.
"Everyone, I'm really ashamed. I, Chen Baoxiang, am a commoner with no morals and incompetence. I was supported by a noble person who promised me to make a fortune. When the restaurant opens, you are welcome to come and join us. There will be many discounts..."
After everyone congratulated them, they dispersed.
They originally thought that Chen Baoxiang would only open a rice shop in his life and would not be able to make a fortune.
Now that Chen Baoxiang can open a restaurant in Grand View Garden, it is a great achievement. Everyone congratulates him, but feels sour in his heart.
When the shop was quiet, Mr. Feng clapped his hands gently, and a customer brought over a cloth bag, took out five large envelopes and placed them on the table.
"Old Chen, we didn't know each other before, so don't take it to heart. These oceans are my congratulatory gifts. Send them in advance. Then we can go have a drink."
Chen Baoxiang was stunned. Master Feng was bleeding so heavily, which was beyond his expectation.
Besides, he just went to Grand View Garden to open a restaurant. It was not an earth-shattering event, and it was impossible to bring benefits to Mr. Feng.
I really dare not accept such a generous gift.
"Master Feng, I am so ashamed of myself!"
"Old Chen, take it, the mountains will not change, the water will not change, the land will not change, the people will not change, we are all old Jinan, there will always be times when we need each other. If I am at the end of my rope one day, I still have to go to you to beg for scraps.
Geng, please take care of me!"
Regardless of whether Chen Baoxiang dared to accept it or not, Master Feng kept Dayang and left with others.
Chen Baoxiang took Dayang to the backyard, and Liu Yue'e was shocked: "So much money? Why did Mr. Feng give us so much money? Does he want to invest in it?"
Mr. Feng didn't say anything, and Chen Baoxiang didn't ask any questions.
He suddenly felt as if his eyes had opened in his heart, and he flew directly into the air, taking a panoramic view of the Japanese goods platform.
Where to go in, what to do at the goods counter, and where to come out... everything is like Yang Liuqing's New Year painting, you can see it clearly.
He is no longer a man standing on the earth, but a god floating in the sky.