Liu Yue'e blushed: "Head of the family, I have no other intention. I just want to save more money to spread my marriage and my wife."
Chen Baoxiang knew that he had wrongly blamed his wife, so he drank porridge with his head down and stopped talking.
According to Chuanwen and Chuanwu, the Japanese brought many large wooden boxes from Peiping and Qingdao. They were heavy and heavy, and the signs of "handle with care" were painted on them.
I told you several times to take good care of these big wooden boxes and never touch them.
Not to mention, the Japanese sent two translators, and two middle-aged men wearing glasses watched carefully and carefully checked the number of each wooden box.
"Dad, there must be something valuable inside."
"Brother, is it gold? Is it filled with gold bars? Or is it a machine gun?"
Chuanwu came closer, his eyes shining.
Chen Baoxiang understood that no matter how valuable the things inside were, they couldn't be gold bars.
No matter which country people transport gold bars, they are transported in special vehicles with armed escorts. How can they be packed in big boxes?
Besides, last year Chen Baoxiang heard that every time the Japanese occupied a city, they packed the gold, silver, fine paintings and treasures there into boxes and shipped them directly to Japan.
They have built a hundred very large museums in their country and are preparing to fill them with Chinese antique treasures.
"Dad, brother, I heard from my co-workers that the bandits in Nanshan opened boxes to collect guns and clearly marked the price. If some people didn't dare to steal the guns, they stole the bullets. Three bullets can be sold for an ocean. If you take a box of bullets out of the city and sell them to the bandits,
, then send it——"
Chen Baoxiang was so angry that he snorted and slapped Chuanwu on the back of the head: "It's been sent out, it's been sent out somewhere? Stealing Japanese bullets is a capital crime; selling bullets to bandits, they go down the mountain to rob, and those in Jinan are also killed.
Common people, right? You stupid boy, can you use your brain?"
Chuanwu was stunned: "Dad, I'm not stupid. Think about it. Instead of selling the bullets to the bandits, they sold them to the Eighth Front Army in Dafeng Mountain. They took the bullets to beat the Japanese. This is called Zhu Bajie gnawing pigs."
Hooves—it’s your own fault!”
Chuanwen smiled: "Brother, you better think quickly, otherwise, dad will slap me again with this second slap!"
Xiu'er clapped her hands: "Second brother is right. It's a good idea to steal the enemy's bullets, give them to the Eighth Front Army, and then come back to fight the enemy..."
The children talked lively, but Chen Baoxiang finally warned him again and again not to touch the Japanese's things, as that would be a capital offense.
He is a man of rivers and lakes and knows that rivers and lakes are dangerous.
Sometimes, even if you just talk and talk too much, you will be reported and suffer disaster.
After dinner, Chen Baoxiang sat alone in the shop.
Too many things happened during the day, which made his heart feel up and down all the time, and he couldn't feel at peace.
Zhu Xiaotian went to negotiate with the Gunslingers Club, but he didn’t know what was going on?
Mr. Tian found a financial backer and used the money to open a restaurant. The future is bright and promising.
"Bless the ancestors of the Chen family, we only make money with conscience, not money with bad intentions... In troubled times in Jinan, we should open a good restaurant so that friends from all over the world can have a place to taste Jinan's famous dishes... I, Chen Baoxiang,
We must ensure that the goods are genuine and fair..."
There were footsteps at the door, and then someone knocked on the door.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk—"
The knocking on the door was steady and monotonous, only one at a time.
This is Zhu Xiaotian's unique secret code. He is the eldest brother, occupying the character "一".
Chen Baoxiang opened the door, and Zhu Xiaotian flashed in with a cold air.
"I made an appointment with some leaders of the Sharpshooter Club to discuss matters at Baotu Spring."
Zhu Xiaotian sat down to warm himself by the fire, and the firelight flickered, illuminating his solemn face.
"Who are you dating?"
"The second master, Long Qianli, and the third master, Zhao Wuji, are the ones in charge. As long as they nod, the second sister and the fourth brother will come back safely."
Chen Baoxiang thought for a while and reminded in a low voice: "Brother, the orders are not uniform across the sharpshooting corps. The fourteenth head, Yu Shutong, has defected to the Japanese. We must be careful."
"Haha, in troubled times, anything can happen. Let alone a Jianghu person. Over at Shanhaiguan, the entire army has defected to the Japanese. Hundreds and thousands of bandits have also defected to the Japanese. So what?
What? We have a lot of people in China, at least, neither you nor I have taken refuge... How many of the Jinan people are willing to be traitors?"
He smiled and stared at the red-hot coals in the stove.
"What preparations should be made?"
"No, my name, Zhu Xiaotian, is still worth a lot of money. Zhao Wuji said that he met Long Qianli and rushed to Baotu Spring immediately. I'll tell you and go there immediately."
Zhu Xiaotian took out the pamphlet, weighed it twice in his hand, and placed it in Chen Baoxiang's hand.
"Third brother, keep it for me and give it to me when I come back."
Chen Baoxiang had an ominous premonition. He and Zhu Xiaotian had been sworn friends since they were young, and they have been sworn friends for more than ten years now. He already knew the other person's temperament.
If he hadn't realized the danger, Zhu Xiaotian would never have been so cautious.
"Brother, how about forget it, don't go to Baotu Spring, and don't meet the other party alone, is that okay?"
Zhu Xiaotian smiled, adjusted his hat and straightened his collar.
"Third brother, we are authentic Jinan Jianghu people, how can we break trust on our own territory? When word spreads, friends from all over the world, what do we think of Jinan people? Today, Baotu Spring is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and even the three streams of water are...
It’s full of swords, guns, swords and halberds, so I have to go. Hahahaha, I want to see how many kilograms the magic gun club has?"
Chen Baoxiang could not persuade Zhu Xiaotian, so he could only watch him go out and head west.
He walked around the room a few times, picked up the food box, and walked out.
The night road was dark and his pace was very fast.
Before that, he and Zhu Xiaotian had the same mind, and both knew that this meeting was not a gathering of goodwill.
When he reached the entrance of Luoyuan Mansion, he suddenly realized that he was so preoccupied that he didn't even know how to dodge and went straight to the front door of the mansion.
Two Japanese sentries were dozing off while holding the Sanba Gai in their arms.
Above their heads, two electric lights were on, illuminating the inside and outside of the door.
"It would be nice if Gu Lanchun had never been here. If only Bi Gong and Bi Jing hadn't been provoked... Alas, everything has changed and it's hard to recover. What should we do?"
Thinking of Gu Lanchun, his steps hesitated slightly, but then quickened and continued westward.
When he reached the lower reaches of Baotu Spring, he approached the river and listened to the sounds on the other side.
He vaguely heard the gurgling sound of three streams of water rushing, but there was no sound of people, gunfire, or fighting.
"What's going on? Can Big Brother and the people from the Gunslingers Club make peace?"
He squatted in the shadows by the water and suddenly smelled the terrible smell of blood.
Then, he picked up the river water and smelled it carefully.
In the dark night, the originally colorless river water turned into blood-red blood.
In other words, Baotu Spring has already taken action, and it is very likely that something unexpected has happened to Zhu Xiaotian. This surprise is no small matter. For Chen Baoxiang, Zhu Xiaotian is not a sibling, but better than a sibling. In the past dozen or so bloody battles, if Zhu Xiaotian had not replaced him
Block the knife, Chen Baoxiang has long since disappeared from this world.