Chen Baoxiang believes in Li Qingtian's strength. If Bi Jing pursues him closely, the latter will be the only one unlucky.
"Master, why don't we close the shop? If the rice shop is closed and no one comes around, it won't be too troublesome, right?"
Although Liu Yue'e's knowledge is short, she is also honest.
As long as the rice shop opens its door, it will welcome customers from all over the world.
The more you work, the more mistakes you make.
"No, just do it as usual."
Chen Baoxiang made a determined decision. He was now like a carp on the chopping block. No matter what he did, he could not escape his ultimate fate.
If you prepare for the worst, there will be nothing to fear.
Things seemed to have calmed down for the time being. The men in black outside were walking in a hurry, occasionally looking into the rice shop, but no one came in to disturb them.
Liu Yue'e held a broom in her hand, bent down to sweep the floor, and swept around, but the garbage under her feet was not reduced at all.
"Master, I'm trembling in my heart. I don't know what to do... Let's, let's send the children away first? Send them to Zhangqiu. After all, it's the countryside over there, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away..."
Chen Baoxiang held Liu Yue'e's hand, took the broom over, and comforted him with a smile: "We don't do anything bad, and we are not afraid of ghosts calling the door. Mr. Feng is not afraid, so what should we be afraid of? No matter what, we just do business here to make money, don't think too much about it.
Already."
Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.
As soon as Chen Baoxiang finished speaking, Mr. Feng came in crying.
"Boss Chen, I'm so fucking unlucky! My friend over there in Peiping called me and told me that Bai Fenghuang can't come for the time being because the Jinan Military Headquarters has issued an order to strictly inspect visitors from Peiping. Anyone who wants to come here must declare one month in advance.
The trip can only take place after the qualification review is completed. Damn it, I have tidied up the Mingxin Pond. I spent more than six thousand dollars to renovate it. The faucets were replaced with the ones used only by the French Emperor. If Bai Fenghuang doesn't come, I will open my business.
what to do?"
Chen Baoxiang asked Liu Yue'e to make tea and bring it over personally to pour tea for Mr. Feng.
"Boss Chen, I am having a bad time. I need to find someone to find out which plague god I have offended in the past few days. There is something happening every day and there is trouble every day. Damn this bird thing Bi Jing. I doubt Ming Xinchi every day."
Trae, his eldest brother was killed by a traitor. Tell me, am I unjust? The gold bars have reached the Taihang Mountains, and he still thinks it was the traitor. It was obviously someone from the Eighth Front Army who did it..."
Chen Baoxiang could not interrupt. Anything he said at this time might be overheard and reported to Bi Jing.
"Boss Chen, tell me, the gold is gone, why is Bi Jing still hanging around in Jinan? Why don't you go back to Peking?"
Chen Baoxiang also found it strange that Bi Jing was not sad at all after Bi Gong died. Instead, he worked more and more energetically, busying himself for the Japanese and wiping out the rebellious parties.
A person who cannot stand alone will definitely fail in the end.
"I'm hungry, give me a bowl of rice first, and then two pieces of meat. Damn it, wait until you're full, we can't care about that much!"
Mr. Feng had complained enough and his stomach was growling, so he could only eat first.
Chen Baoxiang heard that Mr. Feng was being ordered around by Bi Jing, but there was no benefit to him and he only became angry.
"Master Feng, what do you mean, if Bai Fenghuang can't come, Mingxinchi won't open again and we can only wait?"
"Well, I asked my friends to smooth things over. As long as I can come within half a month, thank God. I have many friends in Peiping, but the Japanese are ignorant and stubborn. Many people asked me for mercy, but they didn't care.
use."
Chen Baoxiang was thinking about another thing: "Master Feng, if Bai Fenghuang doesn't come, it's better to wait. When Mr. Tian is ready, how about we open Mingxinchi and Grand View Garden Chen's Hotel at the same time?"
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Mr. Feng's mind was spinning fast and his calculations were accurate: "Yes, our two families can invite a celebrity to help out, share the cost, and everyone will be happy. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
Chen Baoxiang was stunned. He didn't expect that Mr. Feng was so fussy about everything and refused to suffer any loss.
He suddenly thought of opening the hotel and having celebrities support it, but he hadn't calculated the cost yet.
What's more, Tian Dongliu is the boss behind the scenes.
If you want to do anything, you have to discuss it with Tian Dongliu, you can't make the decision yourself.
"Okay, I'll discuss it with Mr. Tian."
Mr. Feng's mood improved immediately, he stopped mumbling and cursing, and started eating seriously.
Chen Baoxiang sat aside, ostensibly chatting with Mr. Feng, but in his mind he had already begun to plan the battle situation in Jinan.
From Li Qingtian, he knew that a fierce battle between the two sides was inevitable.
If all the Japanese die, Jinan will briefly return to Chinese hands.
The Jianghu forces from all sides looted all the supplies in the city and then retreated back to the mountains.
This result was the heaviest blow to the Japanese.
After dinner, Mr. Feng suddenly became happy: "Boss Chen, I found out that no wonder Bi Jing likes you so much. It's because, no matter how many times I hurt you, you still treat him honestly as always and never dare to cheat on him behind his back.
Alas, people like you are like a donkey in a grinding mill. You will never harm anyone in your life. How good, how good!"
Chen Baoxiang laughed along without explaining.
His appearance is that he is honest and cowardly, but when it comes time to kill the Japanese, he will strike with lightning speed and show no mercy.
"I just can't give it in. When Chief Han was here, I paid tribute every day. The gold bars I sent out have not been returned, and the Japanese came again. I pretended to be a grandson to the Japanese, and a traitor like Bi Jing
Come on, do I still have to be the grandson of a traitor? Is this the end of the world?"
Chen Baoxiang poured tea and refused to answer Mr. Feng's words.
The reason why Mr. Feng complained was because he felt that Bi Jing didn't trust him now and was unsure of his feelings, so he came to Chen Baoxiang's rice shop to vent his anger.
Someone came in and looked at the porcelain basin on the table.
There are six porcelain basins in total, one holds a handful of meat, and the other five contain various braised vegetables.
Liu Yue'e greeted him, and the man ordered a bowl of rice, a tiger-skin chili, and a plate of cold pickled vegetables and dumplings.
He sat down in the corner and buried himself in his meal.
"Trash, Bi Jing is just rubbish. My old hospital was vacated for him to use, but who knew it would have been targeted by the enemy for a long time. No matter what I do, the Eighth Front Army will never let it go. This matter has nothing to do with me.
So many snipers have been killed, what can I do?"
The customer finished his meal in three bites, stood up, and prepared to pay.
However, what he took out of his pocket was not a wallet, but a two-inch long palm dagger.
Before Chen Baoxiang had time to react, the knife penetrated into the back of Mr. Feng's head with a clang.
The man was sure to hit with one hit and immediately escaped from the rice shop.
Chen Baoxiang wanted to chase him, but Feng Ye had already fallen to the ground, and blood spattered five steps in an instant.
Chen Baoxiang covered his mouth and was stunned.
"Help, help..."
Mr. Feng was so severely injured that his face was covered with blood and he could not move.
Chen Baoxiang jumped out of the door and shouted for help.
The men in black ran over and immediately carried Mr. Feng out with all their might and took him to the hospital.
Chen Baoxiang covered his chest and his face changed color.
With Mr. Feng's personality, he must have many enemies in the world.
This time, the opponent was merciless. This sword was not a threat, but a direct attack to kill someone.
If it was not Mr. Feng who was killed, but Chen Baoxiang, he would be dead.
There was a lot of commotion back and forth for a while, then the man in black left, and the rice shop became quiet.
Chen Baoxiang and Liu Yuee were sitting together, looking at the blood on the ground, and they were both shaking with fear.
"Master, what happened? Master Feng was killed, so the Japanese will no longer have any suspicion of him, right?"
"Yes, if someone assassinated him, they must have thought him to be a bastard of the Japanese."
"What about us, will something happen?"
"No, we are just a cook, not a gangster. Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. If they want to take revenge, they will kill Bi Jing to see what death means."
Chen Baoxiang put everything on Bi Jing and was absolutely unwilling to get into trouble.
When Bi Jing arrived, Chen Baoxiang had calmed down and explained the situation in detail.
"Master Feng is really useless. He doesn't just stay in Mingxinchi and rushes out to die? Boss Chen, from now on, don't go out to avoid assassinations. We here in Jinan, all the heroes and heroines, are not fuel-efficient lamps."
ah!"
Chen Baoxiang didn't know who to listen to. Bi Jing's words made sense, so he listened for a while.
It turned out that Bi Jing had been sending people to follow Mr. Feng. Later, he showed his flaws. As soon as Bi Jing was about to take action, Mr. Feng was assassinated and fell into a coma.
Same approach, same model.
The enemy is arrogant and domineering and no longer takes the Japanese into consideration.
"Okay, the rice shop will be fine. As long as you are friends with the Japanese, you will be taken care of."
Bi Jing left, and Chen Baoxiang looked at his back and fell into panic again.
He went to the backyard, invited the family to sit down, and said what was in his heart: "The Japanese have bullied people too much. Bi Jing, Feng Ye and others are also pressing forward step by step. If it doesn't work, I will go to Liangshan and leave Jinan!"
This is an angry talk. The world is as dark as crows. Wherever you go, there are good people and bad people.
"Dad, let's go to Dafeng Mountain. There is everything there."
Xiu'er also became excited. In the past, she never interfered in these matters.
Chen Baoxiang decided that he must leave with dignity instead of being expelled in despair.
In the middle of the night, Chen Baoxiang was suddenly awakened. There was a man standing in front of his bed, his face covered with black cloth, only a pair of eyes exposed.
"Are you tired of being a dog-legger to the Japanese? I'm warning you, from now on, just be a Chinese. Don't think that you can avoid assassination by hiding in a rice shop. Just dream!"
Chen Baoxiang didn't dare to move and looked at the man's pistol.
"Do you know where Master Feng hid the gold?"
"Wasn't it taken away by the Eighth Front Army a long time ago? It is said that it has reached the Taihang Mountains. It has nothing to do with us Jinan people."
"Who did you hear that gold arrived in the Taihang Mountains? Was it a passing merchant or one of your other friends?"
"I heard what the regular patrons of the rice shop said, and what Master Feng of Mingxinchi said."
"That's nonsense. The Eighth Front Army has never seen this gold. It must still be in Master Feng's hands. This sentence is just a false shot. Are you going to frame the Eighth Front Army?"
Judging from the other party's tone, he seemed to be from the Eighth Front Army.
Chen Baoxiang quickly changed his words: "It's just hearsay."
"Remember, Chinese people do not kill Chinese people. As long as you are a good person, no matter how dark it is or how difficult the road is, you will definitely have a chance to survive."
The man in black retreated, left the north room, and jumped over the wall.
Chen Baoxiang rubbed his eyes vigorously, got out of bed and chased him out, but the man had disappeared.
He hoped that the other party was just a feint, and that the real target was not him or Master Feng, but the main messenger behind Master Feng.