Chen Baoxiang remained calm because he didn't know the background of these three people.
The fact that the other party revealed the details of Lian Chengbi proved that everyone had crossed paths in the past.
"You admitted your mistake."
Lian Chengbi refused to admit it and stared at the young man coldly.
"Okay, if you don't admit it, I'll call the Japanese military headquarters. Anyway, you live in the Yuqian Cheongsam Shop on Furong Street. You can run away, but a monk can't run away from the temple."
The young people were aggressive, but the middle-aged people never spoke.
"What do you want?"
"There is only one thing. Tell me, why did Wanhualou sneak into Luoyuan Mansion? What happened?"
Chen Baoxiang clenched the handle of the basket with his left hand and touched his waist with his right hand.
With the knife there, he felt at ease.
He listened carefully again, but there was no barking of the big wolfdog led by the Japanese patrol on Furong Street.
In the past, I didn't even dare to think about killing people here. But now, the situation is compelling and I have to start.
"Lian Chengbi, I'm asking you something? Do you hear me?"
The boy came back holding an ebony tray with three kinds of snacks on it.
He walked to the statue of Mr. Guan and placed the snacks on the offering table.
The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves, took three sticks of incense, lit it on the incense candle, bowed deeply to Mr. Guan three times, and then inserted it into the incense burner.
"Uncle, someone is coming in from the Luoyuan Mansion. Four large trucks, pulling more than a dozen prisoners, have stopped at the door."
"Are there any of our people?"
"No, they are all people dressed as ordinary people. I have seen it with a telescope, there is absolutely no such thing."
The middle-aged man smiled: "The little Japs are really cunning. They captured our people and imprisoned them in Jinan City, but they hid them so tightly that they didn't want us to find them."
"The people from the Sharpshooter Club are lying in ambush nearby. It turns out that their goal is not the Plum Blossom Mansion or the rescue of Ben Leihu, but the Luoyuan Mansion."
The conversation between the master and the servant was very low.
The middle-aged man always had a calm smile on his face, and he didn't take Luoyuan Mansion seriously at all.
"Xiao Qi, forget it, forget it."
The boy called out twice, and the young man took a step back and retracted his arm.
"Master Tan Yiyue, Wanhualou and the Eighth Front Army people have never had any quarrels. Don't push people too much. This Furong Street from south to north is the territory of Wanhualou. You have offended my sisters by acting rashly. You
Don’t even think about walking out.”
The three people laughed together and pointed at Liancheng Bi.
Chen Baoxiang immediately realized that Lian Chengbi had made a mistake in his judgment and that the opponent was not Tan Yiyue, one of the legendary four killers of the Eighth Front Army.
"Lian Chengbi, you are living in Jinan, your whole body is useless, you can't even recognize people. Our uncle is a 'saint's sword' traveling across the sea, hehehehe..."
Chen Baoxiang became angry and blurted out: "What's the point of bullying a girl? If you have the ability to challenge the Japanese devils, beat your own people and embarrass the Chinese people."
The young man sneered: "What do you know? Bullying her? Everyone in the world knows that once Liang Chengbi draws his sword, either you will die or I will die... In front of you, she is a pitiful and weak woman. In front of others,
She is the feared female killer - Liancheng Bi. To tell you the truth, inform your people not to pursue gold. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"
"Xiao Qi, why are you talking so much nonsense? What does Wanhua Tower want to do, and what does it have to do with our uncle? I want to do something, and there are thousands of troops in front of me, so I don't care about it, let alone Wanhua Tower?"
The boy complained a few words, took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and reported to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, let's go there now and come back before dark. The matter at Luoyuan Mansion will probably be over. The informant said that God
The Gun Club was a bit complicated. After they took down the Plum Blossom Mansion, they divided their troops into two groups and went all the way to Dafeng Mountain. They disbanded and lurked all the way. The previous intelligence was wrong. After the second master Long Qianli came over, the first master was very likely to
Follow here."
The middle-aged man smiled: "I've been busy for such a long time and I'm a little hungry."
The waiter nodded in agreement, then called to the young man in a suit, and together they followed the middle-aged man out.
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to see Lian Chengbi bullied, but at this time, internal strife among the Chinese was not the best strategy.
"Boss Chen, why do you have to talk so much?"
Chen Baoxiang was stunned. He helped Lian Chengbi, but he complained, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"Who do you think you are? A meat cleaver... Haha, don't think about it. The four killers of the Eighth Front Army have arrived. Can you afford to offend them?"
"Miss Lian, even if you can't afford to offend her, how can you force yourself to bear it when someone bullies her to the extreme?"
Lian Chengbi sneered: "If you don't have diamonds, don't take the porcelain job. You don't understand the horrors of the world at all. What a three-legged cat you have... Remember, you don't need to worry about Gu Lanchun, you know? No need."
You're worried about--she doesn't know who you are, so why are you being so sentimental?"
Chen Baoxiang took a step back and tightened his grip on the basket handle.
"Okay, let's go."
Chen Baoxiang silently left the Guandi Temple and returned to the rice shop with his head lowered.
The streets were deserted than usual.
From the direction of Luoyuan Mansion, Japanese people kept shouting hoarse commands.
"It turns out that the Plum Blossom Mansion is a cover, and everyone is aiming at the Luoyuan Mansion?"
Chen Baoxiang felt extremely ashamed. He now realized that his vision was still too short-sighted. He only wanted to save Gu Lanchun, the big Qingyi, but he never seriously thought about why he wanted to save her? What should he do after saving her?
Returning to the rice shop, he took out the offerings from the basket and sent them to Xiu'er's house.
According to the rules of old Jinan, after the patients ate these offerings, they acquired Master Guan's immortal energy and naturally hid away from evil spirits. Minor illnesses and disasters would be cured immediately.
Xiu'er was so burned that she lay motionless on the bed.
Chen Baoxiang walked to the store and asked Liu Yuee to go back to the house and take care of Xiu'er.
At this moment, the cotton door curtain was raised, and a young man in a suit came in lightly, with his hands on his waist, and he took a clear look at the situation in the rice shop.
There was no one in the store. Chen Baoxiang was sitting behind the counter, preparing to record the accounts.
The stove in the store was half closed, and the temperature had slowly dropped.
When their eyes met, the young man was stunned.
Behind, the boy opened the cotton curtain, and the middle-aged man walked in casually.
"Uncle, this is this person. We met him at Guandi Temple."
The young man turned around to report. The waiter responded very quickly and arrived at the counter in a few steps.
"Shopkeeper, is this Boss Chen?"
Chen Baoxiang stood up: "I am Chen Baoxiang."
The boy raised his hand and said, "Excuse me, Boss Chen. We are from out of town and we have a letter from an old friend, specially sent here."
He took out a letter from his pocket, held it in both hands, and handed it to Chen Baoxiang.
When Chen Baoxiang saw the signature on the envelope, it was the word "Yuan Chu", and his heart suddenly warmed.
In the past, there was a wise man beside Chief Han, whose full name was Xia Yuanchu, and whose nickname was "Jiaxuan Madman".
He and Chen Baoxiang were good friends. Before the Japanese entered the city, Chief Han ordered him to escort a group of soldiers to the south first.
From then on, Chen Baoxiang never saw him again.
Chen Baoxiang opened the letter, and there were only a few words in the letter: "Brother Baoxiang, it's like meeting each other. My brother Canghai went to Jinan on business. My brother is a native of Jinan and has a wide network of contacts. I hope you will take care of me. Twenty small yellow croakers, let's chat
Thank you very much, thank you very much.”
The boy handed over his hand again, took out a heavy handkerchief from the cross-body bag, held it in both hands, and handed it to Chen Baoxiang.
"Boss Chen, please order a few words in person. I am entrusted by someone to be loyal to you, and I must deliver it in full, so that I can reply to my friend."
Chen Baoxiang unpacked his handkerchief, counted twenty gold bars, and put them in the drawer.
"You Canghai, Boss Chen, nice to meet you."
The middle-aged man smiled and offered his hand to Chen Baoxiang.
Chen Baoxiang quickly boiled water and made tea. The other party did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Boss Chen, our goal is the leading car. When Chief Han was here, you went in and out of the Chief's Mansion many times, and he regarded you as a confidant. When he left Jinan, he could
The only person who can entrust it to you is you. Therefore, the leading car must also be in your hands, right?"
Gold is easy to get, but it is difficult to return it.
Chen Baoxiang gritted his teeth and shook his head with a smile: "Is there a leading car in the world? Is the leading car looking for clues to the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty... I can't tell. Boss You, can you think about it, Chief Han has friends all over the world?
Shandong, why did you give me the secret of the leading car? Everything is spread by lies, don’t be deceived."
When the water boiled, he took the big iron pot and made a pot of hot tea.
"Yes, how could it be handed over to you? If he handed it over to his superiors, he would at least be able to buy his life. His death would have been due to his resistance to his superiors. The superiors have made it clear that as long as the leading car is handed over, he will be pardoned.
"
Chen Baoxiang was speechless and could only lower his head and pour tea for the middle-aged man.
"Boss Chen has a good memory. Please help me think about it. Who will Chief Han entrust the leading car to? In Jinan, besides you, who else?"
Chen Baoxiang smiled bitterly and shook his head again.
Rumors outside are harmful to people. Even if he is familiar with Chief Han, how can people trust him with such huge secrets?
"Hey, Mr. Chen, my uncle is talking to you so loudly and angrily, but you are hesitant and don't dare to answer. Is there something wrong with you?"
The young man in a suit slapped the table and shouted, his attitude was extremely arrogant.
"Hey, Xiao Qi, you always lose your temper. The uncle is discussing things with Boss Chen, so how can we have any room to talk?"
"This old guy has made it clear that he is a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water. Chief Han handed over the leading car to him. There were both witnesses and physical evidence, but he just denied it! Could it be that he wanted to monopolize the leading car and then monopolize the Dragon Vein of the Qing Dynasty?
The treasure inside?”
Once he disturbed it, the stiff atmosphere in the store became much more relaxed.
Chen Baoxiang knew in his heart that everyone in the world knew that the leading car was hidden in Jinan, but there were too many confusing clues, which covered up the real clues and made it impossible to distinguish.
"Okay, Boss Chen, you insist that you don't know about the Dragon Boat Festival. We won't make it difficult for you, we can only leave you temporarily. However, I will give you a word. The Dragon Boat Festival is related to the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty, not ordinary gold and silver treasures.
You have the courage to hide it, but you may not have the luck to take it to find the Dragon Veins of the Qing Dynasty. The best way is to cooperate with the Eighth Front Army, act together, and share the value equally."
No matter what the other party said, Chen Baoxiang would never admit knowing the whereabouts of the leading car.
Otherwise, unexplainable trouble will come.
The three people walked out, and the young man named Xiaoqi fell behind. He raised his right hand and made a "shoot" gesture towards Chen Baoxiang.
"Old guy, you want to go against the Eighth Front Army. Are you tired of living? Hahahahaha..."