The night passed so long that Chen Baoxiang thought several times that it was already dawn, but when he opened his eyes, it was still pitch black.
When she got up in the morning, Liu Yue'e asked: "Master, were you talking in your sleep last night?"
Chen Baoxiang murmured twice and did not elaborate.
He was afraid of frightening Liu Yuee, so he took on many things without telling his family.
In the morning, Bi Jing sent someone to inform: "Master Feng has woken up. He is seriously injured, but his life is not in danger. The dagger used by the other party is very secretive, but it is too short. If it had been half an inch longer, Master Feng would have died."
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. The other party was not dead and he could still communicate with him in the future.
He was packing up the books behind the counter, Liu Yuee opened the door, and the day's business started again.
Before noon, someone came to send a message that Yuqian Cheongsam Shop wanted ten lunches and would deliver them now.
Chen Baoxiang packed up his food box and headed all the way to the cheongsam shop.
At first, there were a few men in black following behind. When we arrived at Furong Street, no one could be seen.
Chen Baoxiang entered from behind and saw Gu Lanchun.
"Boss Chen, thank you for your hard work."
Chen Baoxiang felt that Gu Lanchun's voice was strange, so he quickly asked: "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Gu Lanchun smiled and shook his head: "I started yesterday, trying to imitate the tone of different people's speech. Now I'm almost there -"
She randomly selected a few people Chen Baoxiang had met and asked him to judge.
Starting from Bi Jing, Funakoshi, the young master of the Huang family, all the way to Master Feng, Lian Chengbi, Ling Yunzhu, etc., everyone's words coming out of Gu Lanchun's mouth are no different from his own, and they can be mistaken as real.
"Boss Gu, what's the use of doing this?"
"I can imitate anyone, enter and leave any place, change at any time, and do it with ease, as if I was in a deserted place. It is useless to you, but to me, it is a self-defense skill."
The two sat down at the stone table, and someone came over to take away their lunch.
"Boss Chen, we have a huge operation now. Let us tell you in advance to avoid accidental injury."
Chen Baoxiang was startled and the tea cup in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"We are going to blow up the Luoyuan Mansion. It is a den of murder. We must not leave it there any longer."
Chen Baoxiang was anxious: "Boss Gu, if you blow up the Luoyuan Mansion, the Japanese will definitely build another one and still bully the Chinese together. You have all the time, why can't you blow up the cargo platform and completely paralyze the Japanese transportation lines?"
This is an obvious thing, but they cannot act without permission from above.
Chen Baoxiang understood that Gu Lanchun could not help himself and would always be under the leadership of Lian Chengbi.
"Sorry, Boss Gu, I overstepped my bounds."
Under the roof of others, I have to bow my head.
If he were Gu Lanchun, he would do the same thing.
"Boss Chen, when working in Wanhua Building, we always make plans before taking action. At present, our informant has infiltrated the Luoyuan Mansion, and the explosive packs are also on the way to be transported. All we need is an opportunity."
Chen Baoxiang has nothing to say, and any suggestions he makes are just scratching the surface.
Bombing the Luoyuan Mansion and destroying the prestige of the Japanese devils seems to be a remarkable thing.
"Did you assassinate Mr. Feng?"
"No, we don't have any grievances with Mr. Feng, so how can we talk about assassination?"
In this case, in Chen Baoxiang's opinion, there is only one possibility, which is that the Eighth Front Army assassinated Feng Ye, causing the latter to suffer heavy losses.
The two sat for a while, feeling they had nothing to say.
There were footsteps ahead, and then Du Juan and Ling Yunzhu appeared and greeted Chen Baoxiang.
"Boss Chen, thank you for sending me the food. I'm used to your rice and meat, and everything I eat doesn't taste good anymore."
Ling Yunzhu spoke calmly and joked with Chen Baoxiang.
"Thank you for the compliment. You can send it over at any time. You are also welcome to eat at the rice shop."
"Boss Chen, I have some doubts. If the explosive package is made into small pieces as big as a palm and hidden in rice, can it be sent to the Luoyuan Mansion to avoid the inspection of the sentry?"
Chen Baoxiang smiled bitterly: "Yes, that is indeed a way. However, this transportation method is too slow, isn't it?"
"We haven't thought of any good solutions for the time being."
Chen Baoxiang answered casually: "You use the method of flying a kite. Start near the city wall. When the kite reaches the sky above Luoyuan Mansion, let go of the kite string and it will automatically fall into the courtyard..."
This method was not easy to implement, so when the first attempt failed, Chen Baoxiang came up with another plan, which was to put the rice in a wooden barrel and stuff the explosive bag into it, so that he could get through.
Ling Yunzhu clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, okay, this method is feasible."
Chen Baoxiang became a co-conspirator and took the initiative. This was also determined by his thoughts.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. If we blindly hide and avoid, we will only be trampled into the mud by the Japanese devils.
With the help of Wanhua Tower, the Luoyuan Mansion will be blown up, and Ximen Street will be safe.
After coming up with all the ideas, Gu Lanchun said that he must report it to the chief sect leader and express his gratitude to Chen Baoxiang.
"I don't want anyone to thank me. Let's gather our strength quickly and carry out the final blow. We don't have much time left."
Chen Baoxiang clearly felt that the Japanese were not willing to surrender and were formulating various strategies to launch a counterattack.
A real attack is like an undertide in the sea. Before humans can see the shape of the waves clearly, the undertide has swallowed them up.
Gu Lanchun sent Ye Tian out and stood outside the boys.
Several children with braids pointing upwards rushed to the edge of Furong Spring, chasing and playing, shouting non-stop.
They never understand how evil the Japanese are. They still think that Jinan is their home and they can fight as they please without any danger.
"Boss Chen, please don't take it lightly. You haven't seen how powerful the Japanese are yet. Their counterintelligence experts are so elusive that they may be able to track down your family one day."
For some reason, Chen Baoxiang felt that he was getting farther and farther away from Gu Lanchun.
What Gu Lanchun said became increasingly unpleasant.
"I know, thank you for reminding me."
"Boss Chen, the attack on Mr. Feng is a lesson for you. Now many people say that you are the second Mr. Feng."
For Chen Baoxiang, this is already a high praise.
Before that, he was a small cook, and Mr. Feng was the owner of No. 1 Pool in North China. This huge difference made him feel stressed all the time.
"Boss Chen, let's say goodbye. I hope we can take a walk here in autumn and reminisce about the past?"
Chen Baoxiang walked back, always thinking about "fighting in all directions at night".
All the heroes of Jinan must have this great courage to stand up and fight against the Japanese.
The night was too dark and the enemy was too fierce, so many people became deserters.
Chen Baoxiang has never been afraid of death, he is just worried about his family.
Otherwise, he would have joined Commander Han's team long ago and had a duel with Xiao Nippon with real swords and guns.
As soon as we arrived at the rice shop, two people approached him from behind and pointed their pistols at him.
Chen Baoxiang raised his hand gently and looked at the four young people.