Chen Baoxiang ignored Wu Yixiao's ramblings and asked to the end.
"It's gold. It came from Zhaoyuan and was to be transported to the west. There was no escort, so we robbed it and hid it quickly. God doesn't know who did it."
Chen Baoxiang snorted and slowly put away his knife.
Zhaoyuan produces gold and is a famous golden nest in history.
Therefore, Wu Yixiao went his own way and went to Zhaoyuan.
"Third brother, this is a big piece of fat. We are good brothers, so I risked my life to discuss it with you. If it weren't for this relationship, I wouldn't bother to find you!"
Chen Baoxiang put away the kitchen knives and boiled water to make tea.
"Brother, the second sister is here, please give me a sweet word, do you want to do it together?"
"We'll wait until they come and see what their opinions are. Fourth child, the weather in Jinan has changed. It's very different from before."
Chen Baoxiang is telling the truth. He looks at this small rice shop not just to make a living, but to always keep a window open to the world.
When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves.
He didn't want to be an ordinary Jianghu person, so he put away his knife in time and calmly worked as a half-cook here.
"Okay, okay, Third Brother, we used to listen to the story of the One Hundred and Eight Heroes of Shuibo Liangshan in the overpass venue. What story did we hear first? Isn't it the 'Birthday Guide to the Wisdom Tribulation'?"
Tianqiao listening to books seems to have happened a long time ago.
Chen Baoxiang tilted his head and thought for a while. Ever since Tianqiao's most famous storyteller, Tiezui Zhang, was shot to death by the Japanese military police, he had never been to a bookstore again to avoid getting into trouble.
The Japanese do things without any rules.
He was present when Tiezui Zhang was killed.
The last book I listened to at that time was "Mother-in-law tattoos words to serve the country faithfully."
"Third brother, how about we follow the example of Chao Gai, the king of pagodas, and rob gold on the way? If the heroes of Liangshan can do it, of course we can do it too, right?"
Wu Yixiao was already moved, so he tried every possible means to persuade Chen Baoxiang to take action.
The brotherly love of the past is all in Chen Baoxiang's heart.
If he wasn't worried about the Japanese's foreign guns, machine guns and dogs, of course he could agree immediately.
"Third brother, you really...have been running the restaurant for a long time, have you lost your courage? Let me tell you, these golds are from eight aspects, not Japanese."
Wu Yixiao stretched out his right hand and made an "eight" gesture.
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. Now both sides of the Yellow River were Japanese territory. Although the Eighth Front Army was powerful, it was beyond their reach.
From this point of view, there is no hidden danger in robbing money.
"Tell me about it."
Chen Baoxiang was relieved, and Wu Yixiao was overjoyed and immediately explained the origin of the gold.
The Japanese have occupied Wei County and are continuing to advance eastward. There are people from the Eighth Front Army in Zhaoyuan who have accumulated a lot of gold and are trying to find a way to transport it to the base area in the west.
This gold transport line starts from Zhaoyuan, along the North Road, passes Changyi to Shouguang, then turns south, passes through Yidu and Linqu in Weixian County, passes through the mountainous area, reaches the neutral zone, and goes to Zaozhuang from there.
In the Weishan Lake area, there will be a large force of the Eighth Front Army to respond.
"Third brother, we don't care about anything, no matter where the gold comes from or where it goes, or whether it belongs to the Japanese or the Eighth Front Army. We are just trying to get the best of us, and then leave after doing one thing. I will go back to Zhaoyuan and never show up again."
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Chen Baoxiang bowed his head and said nothing, outsmarting the birth date is a good story, but those techniques may not work.
Chao Gai and his group robbed the birthday card and retreated to Liangshan, eight hundred miles away. From then on, the sky was high enough for birds to fly, and the sea was wide enough for fish to leap.
If they robbed the gold, where would they go?
As Wu Yixiao said, if you are still hiding in the busy city, I am afraid that one day, someone will expose you and you will be exposed, and that will be the end.
"Third brother, I know you went to the theater last night, and I also know that someone came to visit you today. Hahahaha, those people are not good and cannot be ignored!"
Until now, Chen Baoxiang has not seen clearly the origin of Yu Shutong.
The other party claimed to be a member of the Anti-Japanese Killing Group, but that organization had disappeared as the Japanese marched southward.
The remnants rarely show up in the world.
Now, Yu Shutong appears in Jinan, and it seems unreasonable to reveal his identity as soon as he appears.
"Third brother, don't hesitate. This opportunity cannot be lost. If you lose it, you will never come back. If we take this batch of gold, your two sons and one daughter will not have to worry about their future lives. With the gold, it doesn't matter whether he is Japanese or Korean.
It has nothing to do with us..."
Wu Yixiao was too excited and talked more and more.
Chen Baoxiang hissed and pointed out the window.
"Walls have ears, don't say too much."
Wu Yixiao smiled: "Yes, third brother is famous for doing things safely. When eldest brother and second sister arrive, we will come over to discuss it together."
He opened the small window and looked around. He saw a lion rolling a hydrangea, jumped out, and disappeared silently into the dark night.
Chen Baoxiang was a little distracted. He picked up the rag and slowly wiped the tables, chairs and benches.
The appearance of Yu Shutong reminded him of a famous martial arts organization when the young marshal entered the customs - the Sharpshooter Club.
Everyone in the Sharpshooter Association is a master at killing Japanese soldiers. During the battle at Huanggutun, the Japanese detonated a bomb and blew up the train the commander was riding in. It seemed like a great victory, but when the meritorious officers were commended, all they saw at the scene was
portrait.
The actual situation is that after the explosion, the Sharpshooters took action immediately and eliminated all Japanese involved in the explosion, a total of seventy-five.
"If the Gunslingers come and snatch the gold, it will be like pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth!"
Chen Baoxiang's heart is like a clear mirror, and he is never confused about big or small matters.
He believed in Wu Yixiao's news and the brotherhood, but "taking the birthday card out of hand" was a storyteller's story, not a true story.
In real life, there is no room for error.
The big hole caused by every mistake has to be filled with corpses.
When Chen Baoxiang got up in the morning, he felt his eyes twitching wildly, as if something bad was about to happen.
He sat alone in the shop and drank a large pot of Xingnao tea, feeling a little better.
Someone knocked on the door. It was the clerk at Gaosheng Inn over the Grand View Garden.
"Boss Chen, boss Gu, a famous actor in the theater group, wants to eat a portion of polished rice, the more cooked the better, and a handful of meat, alternate between fat and thin, with dry marinade. Come over before lunch. Besides, boss Gu likes it.
Qingjing, when she comes over, please don’t let other customers in for the time being. Boss Gu will settle the loss together with the rice shop.”
Chen Baoxiang couldn't believe his ears. He listened to Gu Lanchun's play the day before yesterday. The time was too short and he didn't hear enough.
"Is this Boss Gu Lanchun? She came to eat at my place from the Grand View Garden? This is a rice shop, not a big hotel..."
"Boss Chen, stop being verbose and get ready. Boss Gu said that as long as you feel comfortable eating, I will definitely eat at your place when I come to Jinan in the future."
After the messenger left, Chen Baoxiang was stunned for a while, as if in a dream.
Liu Yue'e came out from behind and was shocked when she saw his lost look.
"Pinch me, pinch me..."
Liu Yue'e came over and pinched the back of Chen Baoxiang's right hand gently.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts——”
Chen Baoxiang realized that this was not a daydream, but Boss Gu had heard from someone that his rice was delicious, so come and try it.
"Yue'e, it's business, it's good business...Boss Gu is coming to our house for dinner. She wants to eat rice and meat...Great news, hurry up, hurry up, make a fire, make a fire, make a fire..."
Throughout the morning, wherever Chen Baoxiang walked, it felt like he was stepping on cotton.
Until noon, a group of people from the theater troupe came over in large numbers.
The class leader led the way, followed by Gu Lanchun, a famous actor from Peiping who wore a coat, a top hat, and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
After that, there are eight apprentices, four men and four women.
Before Gu Lanchun sat down, his apprentices took out their white handkerchiefs and carefully wiped the tables and chairs.
In fact, all eight tables in the store have been cleaned.
In order to welcome the distinguished guests, Chen Baoxiang and Liu Yuee took new towels dipped in salt water and wiped the tables and chairs more than ten times, more carefully than during the Chinese New Year.
Chen Baoxiang personally carried the tray and brought a bowl of white rice, a plate of meat, a bowl of mashed garlic, and a plate of green radish strips to the table.
This was the first time he saw Gu Lanchun up close. He didn't dare to look at the other person's face. He just lowered his head and looked at the other person's hands on the table.
The hands were well-proportioned, the fingers were slender, and the skin was as thin and white as a spring onion.
Chen Baoxiang thought of Gu Lanchun's orchid fingers on the stage, and his heart was filled with love for those hands, but he couldn't say anything.
"Thank you."
Gu Lanchun thanked him in a low voice, his voice was like the singing of an oriole, extremely pleasant to the ears.
Chen Baoxiang did not expect that the other party could sing so well and speak so nicely.
Just as he was about to respond, a female disciple came over and pushed him away.
Chen Baoxiang returned to the kitchen door and looked at Gu Lanchun at the table.
Unexpectedly, from the beginning to the end, Gu Lanchun did not move his chopsticks, but just watched the rice and meat.
The eight disciples behind her were motionless with their hands behind their backs.
"Xiu'er's father, what's wrong? He doesn't want to eat and then he asks us to prepare food?"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head. He was from the world of martial arts. He knew that these big figures often did things unexpectedly, and ordinary people couldn't guess what they were thinking.
After waiting for a while, someone opened the door and came in with light steps, sitting opposite Gu Lanchun.
This man had his face wrapped in a scarf and was wearing a moonlight-colored cheongsam.
"The cheongsam is ready, but you don't come to pick it up. What do you mean?"
"It's done. The season has passed. What's the use of it?"
"It's your clothes, of course I'll pick them up. Do you want to keep them in my store for the rest of your life?"
"Yes, I just want to keep it away for the rest of my life, so what? I have a dress, which is priceless. The immortal rubbed my head and promised me eternal life."
Chen Baoxiang could tell that the two people came from the same place, and they seemed to speak Mandarin, but in fact they spoke in Jianghu code.
"Hehehehe, then just stay in my store. You are an opera singer anyway, so just wearing a costume is enough. Even if you have a new cheongsam, who will you wear it for?"
Gu Lanchun sneered: "That's not necessarily true! I am an actor, but as long as I leave the stage, I am an ordinary woman. If I don't wear a cheongsam, what else will I wear?"
"The Japanese are the masters of the country. I heard that you are very popular in Peiping. Wouldn't it be nice to wear a kimono and help the Japanese people enjoy themselves?"
"presumptuous--"
Gu Lanchun gave a low drink, and the hilts of swords suddenly emerged from the left sleeves of the eight disciples behind him.