Chen Baoxiang stood there and felt a chill on his back, rising from his heels to the back of his head.
"If you open a restaurant, just open it properly and don't worry about the affairs of the world. If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work..."
A wonton seller came over with a load. On one end was a small stove and an iron pot, and on the other was a chopping board and wontons.
"I've been nagging you so much. Every piece of Jianghu experience can help you live a few more years. Why are people in Jinan so ignorant? Is there anyone who treats teachers like this?"
Chen Baoxiang came to his senses, called to the wonton seller, set up the stall, and placed down two bowls of chicken soup wontons.
"Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
Bi Gong laughed and said, "I finally figured it out. It's so cold in the dead of winter. I stood at your back door for a long time..."
Chen Baoxiang did not hesitate, took out his handkerchief bag and handed over two small yellow croakers.
"Haha, it's true. In that case, I'll give you another word - sweep the snow in front of your own door and don't worry about the frost on other people's tiles."
The wonton seller took off the small square table and bench from the pole and placed them at the base of the wall.
Chen Baoxiang wiped the stool with his sleeve and asked him to sit down respectfully.
"Little brother, you have never been in the world, and you don't know the dangers of the world. Some people talk nonsense to your face, shouting that they are a good brother, but turn around and stab them in the back. The people of Jinan are simple and simple, and they are the descendants of Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao, the heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Finally, there is still a bit of humanity. Qin Shubao is a filial son with everlasting loyalty. He puts filial piety first in all good deeds and is a role model for us..."
When the wontons were served, Chen Baoxiang picked up the sesame oil bottle and dropped two drops on the soup surface, and the aroma immediately hit his nostrils.
Bi Gong sniffed gently and admired sincerely: "It smells so good - brother, you are a restaurant owner. I really want to ask you something. Can condiments like star anise and aniseed really cover up the smell of rat poison?"
"
Chen Baoxiang was so frightened that he was speechless.
He realized that there were spies mixed into the Gunslingers Club, and Bi Gong already knew all the details of their discussions.
"Brother, don't get along with the Japanese. How should I put it? Your arms can't twist your thighs. This is a sure thing. Do you know the shame of Jingkang? Do you know the Three Massacres of Jiading? Do you know that Zeng Wenzhenggong besieged Tianjing City? The general trend of the world is like a big river.
The great river flows from west to east to the sea. Who can stop it? Who can reverse it..."
Chen Baoxiang suddenly felt that his chest was blocked and there was a dull pain.
The three examples Bi Gong gave are not the same thing at all.
Those three things were internal strife, while the Japanese crossing the Yalu River and attacking Shanhaiguan were external strife.
"Are you speechless? What you did was done by us in the Northeast a few years ago. It's useless, it's useless... If it were so easy to kill the Japanese, the old commander would give the order and drive the Japanese away.
If you go to the Yalu River and just let them make dumplings, wouldn't it be over? It's useless. The Japanese are not bandits from Changbai Mountain, nor are they the Eight Banners' disciples of the Western Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty. They can't be defeated, killed, or finished..."
Bi Gong drank wontons and taught Chen Baoxiang a lesson.
After drinking the wontons, he raised his head with satisfaction, burped, and pointed to the north.
Chen Baoxiang looked up and saw more than twenty men in black standing on the street, motionless and silent.
"Look, look at the men I brought, and look at the gangsters you have made friends with. Jinan is just a stage. Heroes coming from the south and the north stand on the stage. Some of them are proud of their ancestors and fly away.
Soar to the sky, learn martial arts, and sell goods to the emperor's family. Some are like old oxen plowing the fields, never looking back until they hit the south wall."
Chen Baoxiang kept his smile on his face, but the string in his head was so tight that he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, wishing that every word Bi Gong said could be engraved in his ears.
"Go back and think carefully about how to make this rice with meat so that it suits Japanese tastes, hehehehe..."
After Bi Gong stood up, the people from the north came over immediately and followed him towards Furong Street.
Chen Baoxiang paid for the wontons and returned to the rice shop as if he was lost.
In front of big men like Bi Gong and Bi Jing, he had no room for change.
He is Hai Dongqing and he is Rabbit.
He is a civet and he is a mouse.
He is a big shot in many circles, including the Japanese, but he is still a layman.
Entering the courtyard, he stood silently for a long time, letting the frost in the middle of the night wet his hair.
"If we can't kill Bi Gong and Bi Jing, all our plans will come to nothing."
He couldn't understand why Bi Gong told him this. Could it be that he felt pity for him and gave him a way to survive?
He sat at the stone table until the stars and moon set in the west.
"A decision must be made!"
When he said this to himself, he had already made a decision.
When he got up early in the morning, Chen Baoxiang drank two bowls of corn porridge and ate three tea eggs.
"Master, what's wrong today? You have such a good appetite?"
It's better to know your husband than your wife, Liu Yue'e noticed something strange about him.
"Yesterday I placed an order for dinner at the Yuqian Cheongsam Shop. I feel that our business is getting better and better. I need to eat enough first so that I can have the strength to work."
Chen Baoxiang remained calm, but his heart was already on fire.
He is like a man steaming dumplings on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. If he lights a fire, he will keep burning until the pot of dumplings is cooked.
The medicine has been mixed. The rat medicine that can kill 200 mice is mixed six times with star anise, tangerine peel, bay leaves, and pepper and cinnamon bark. From the initial pungent smell to the last, only the aroma is left, and no poisonous gas is found.
While doing this, Chen Baoxiang kept smiling.
He thought of the tragedy at Luokou of the Yellow River. After the family was wiped out, he swore in front of the corpses of his parents: "If the Japanese kill one of my Chen family members, they will have to pay a thousand lives to atone for their sins!"
Five lives, five thousand Japs, still far away.
He admired Zhao Wuji very much, and the purpose of administering the drug was to reduce the defense power of the Plum Blossom Mansion, not to directly kill people.
Poison combined with swords and guns is the fastest and most reliable way to deal with the devils.
Before lunch, Wu Yixiao came in through the back door and took away the oil paper bag placed under the stone table.
This was agreed upon in advance. Wu Yixiao was the vanguard. He took the poison, went straight to Xie Ma Road, sneaked into the Plum Blossom Mansion, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, he mixed the poison into the big pot of fried vegetables.
Chen Baoxiang kept a hand and let Wu Yixiao take away only half of the poison.
After Wu Yixiao left, Chen Baoxiang immediately took another oil paper bag and went to the inn at the north end of Furong Street, asking to see Zhao Wuji.
When the two met, he handed over the oil paper bag and quickly explained his worries.
"Gao, Boss Chen, is really high!"
Zhao Wuji raised his thumbs with both hands, then cupped his fists and cupped his hands, thanking him repeatedly.
"I'll send someone in. Regardless of whether Wu Yixiao executes the plan or not, I will mix the poison into the dishes."
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief and then talked about meeting Bi Gong.
"Hehehehe, it's interesting. The two old thieves are sanctimonious. They want to use the opportunity of teaching you a lesson to frighten you and eventually bribe you. Don't worry, my second brother will arrive in Jinan soon. I'm sorry, after all, I won't be around for a few days."
While the two were talking, Luo Hongying was sitting by the fire.
When Zhao Wuji mentioned "Second Brother", Luo Hongying's eyes immediately radiated light of hope.
The second master of the Shenqianghui, Long Qianli, was born in the West Kunlun sect, a martial arts family, and a prominent family in the northwest. He is good at assassination with cold weapons. He is as famous as the fifth master of the sword, the master of Tai Chi, and the number one bodyguard in China, Du Ye.
He was arrested for assassinating Master Yuan who was restored to the throne and was imprisoned in the capital prison.
The old commander came to Beijing, thirsty for talents, and rescued him from death row, which was a life-saving grace for him.
Therefore, Long Qianli joined the Shenqiang Club, and with his unparalleled reputation, he secured his position as the second leader.
With his ability, he can indeed kill Bi Gong and Bi Jing, and get rid of these two most insidious scum.
"Boss Chen, I'm taking the place of fourth brother. Thank you for your help. I don't have much contact with people in Jinan and I don't have any friends here, but I admire you very much for your character and courage. After this battle, I owe Boss Chen a
It's a great favor. If you need me in the future, I'll send you a letter sent thousands of miles away and I'll rush over immediately."
Luo Hongying also cupped her fists towards Chen Baoxiang, with a stubborn chill on her slightly pale face.
"Master Ninth, don't be polite. This time, everyone is helping each other and getting what they need. No one should be polite."
He said everything he needed to say and left immediately.
Along the way, his shoulders felt heavy, but his feet felt much lighter.
Once Long Qianli, the second master of the Divine Spear Club, the "Wan Guan Divine Spear", comes, Bi Gong and Bi Jing's life becomes difficult.
Walking through the stone street of Jinju Lane, Chen Baoxiang suddenly felt a little emotional.
Nine out of ten heroes in the world are related to the Northeast Army, the old marshal, the young marshal, and the Sharpshooter Club.
If the storyteller under the overpass knew that so many top heroes gathered in Jinan, he would surely come up with more exciting stories.
"It's a pity, it's a pity. After the First World War, many people may no longer be able to listen to books under the overpass -"
When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves.
Chen Baoxiang thought that one day in the future, he would also have a moment when he failed in battle.
"The luminous cup of grape wine, the pipa is about to drink. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? Hahahaha, what's so great about it? For the most important thing in life, throw your head and shed your blood.
, and it’s worth it!”
Returning to the rice shop, he opened the drawer, inserted the third knife into the cowhide scabbard, and quietly pinned it to his belt.
This time, he wanted to save people as well as kill people.
The Japanese owe him five thousand lives, and they have to harvest them slowly!
After lunch, everyone in the store dispersed.
Liu Yue'e cleared the table and went to the back to wash the dishes.
Chen Baoxiang sat behind the counter, staring at the door in a daze.
The figure flashed, and Wu Yixiao came in, carrying two boxes of snacks in his hand.
"Third brother, everything is settled."
"Didn't you agree that you would sneak into the mansion and administer the medicine yourself?"
"I entrusted someone with the money. It's foolproof. Don't worry."
Chen Baoxiang looked at Wu Yixiao, and he was indeed disappointed by what the other party did.
Fortunately, he had a hand on Zhao Wuji's side and was able to remedy the situation.
"Third brother, after finishing today's work, I will leave Jinan and go straight to Yidu. So, I bought two boxes of snacks to express my feelings. If we are brothers, we may never have the chance to meet again."
Wu Yixiao had a sentimental look in his eyes, but Chen Baoxiang immediately became clear-headed when he thought about his archery letter to the Japanese military headquarters.
No matter how good the sworn brothers are, in the face of gold and wealth, they will break off their friendship and become mortal enemies.
Cause and effect, one drink and one peck.
Wu Yixiao was in the first grade of junior high school, while Chen Baoxiang could only be in the fifteenth grade.