In the middle of the night, someone suddenly broke down the door, and then someone threw four or five bricks into the yard and smashed the pickle jar.
Chen Baoxiang got up and stood behind the door, hearing footsteps outside.
Finally, when the noise stopped, he went out.
The whole family stood up in silence.
"What's wrong, Dad? Who's causing trouble?"
Chuanwu rolled up his sleeves and carried a door pole, eager to chase him out.
"Go back to sleep."
Chen Baoxiang ordered in a low voice, knowing that this sudden disaster was all caused by Uncle Miao.
He didn't want to pursue the matter, he just wanted the matter to end quickly and not let himself become the target of public criticism among his colleagues in Jinan.
At dawn, he got up early, prepared snacks, and took the packed pig head to Uncle Miao as a return gift.
When he arrived at Miao Mansion, he was turned away.
The steward of the Miao Mansion came out and bowed to him respectfully: "The master is ill and has returned to the countryside to celebrate the New Year. I would like to thank Boss Chen for visiting me. I will accept the gift and we will talk about it after the new year."
Chen Baoxiang turned around, feeling depressed, and before he knew it, he arrived at the Yuqian cheongsam shop.
He glanced inside and saw someone with his back to the window, measuring and drawing on a piece of golden satin, as if he was about to cut it.
Seen from the back, it is Liancheng Bi.
Chen Baoxiang stood on the street and watched silently.
In the past few months, too many things have happened, many of which were related to Liancheng Bi. Without her, Gu Lanchun would still be singing opera, traveling from Jinan to Peiping, and working in Da Qingyi, her opera troupe.
Or, without the Liancheng Bi, there would be no battle at Plum Blossom Mansion...
Chen Baoxiang thought of Luo Hongying of the Sharpshooter Club, Yu Shutong and Wu Yixiao.
"Haha, things are really unpredictable and unpredictable... In this turbulent Jinan City, accidents happen every day..."
"Boss Chen?"
Someone passed by and called his name, and it turned out to be Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji wore a scarf to cover half of his face, his forehead was red from the cold.
The two of them headed north together and entered a small restaurant next to the Confucian Temple. While warming themselves by the fire, they arranged food and drinks and prepared to have two drinks.
"Boss Chen, please don't be offended because I was a little offended at Baotu Spring last time. Our people will evacuate from Jinan City soon. Don't bother us anymore. We may never see each other again in the future."
Zhao Wuji smiled and seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened in the past.
The shopkeeper brought the wine jug, which was placed in a bowl of hot water until it was very hot.
"Okay, Jinan City is so chaotic, it would be a good thing to leave early."
"Boss Chen, there is something I still don't understand and I would like to ask you for advice. What is your relationship with the Eighth Front Army?"
Chen Baoxiang was stunned. There seemed to be no relationship between the two.
You Canghai showed up at Guandi Temple without any warning.
The fact that he fell into the hands of Bi Gong and Bi Jing had nothing to do with Chen Baoxiang.
"I just run a rice shop and am the third in charge of the family. Don't praise me. Can I have a relationship with the Eighth Front Army?"
Zhao Wuji smiled, dipped his hands in tea, and wrote the word "guarantee" on the table.
"Boss Chen, that's strange. Friends on the road said that people from the Eighth Front Army have issued a Jianghu order, asking friends in Shandong to open a network for Boss Chen and give you face. Otherwise, the Eighth Front Army's thunderous sweep will definitely destroy
Don’t let it go.”
Chen Baoxiang was drinking tea when he squirted out a mouthful of tea and all of it sprayed on the stove, making a sizzling sound.
"What do you mean? The Eighth Front Army protects me? Don't be kidding me, Third Master, who do they know I am?"
Chen Baoxiang was filled with fear, this was really a disaster.
The Eighth Front Army has so many enemies in the world. If those people knew that Chen Baoxiang was a member of the Eighth Front Army, the consequences would be devastating.
"I don't know the rest, that's all I know. I also wondered, if Boss Chen has such a strong relationship, why bother with us? At that time, I was too hasty and didn't find out the details of Boss Chen.
Hehehe, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Chen Baoxiang felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, smelling the aroma of wine in the flask, and finding it difficult to swallow.
"Boss Chen, I have informed the brothers of the Sharpshooter Club that in the future, whenever it is Boss Chen's matter, I will try my best to help."
Chen Baoxiang shook his head anxiously: "No, no, no, Third Master, I have no contact with the Eighth Front Army, please don't say that. If the Japanese find out, I will be doomed... Oh, where is the misunderstanding? I am a real person."
You honest Jinan man, who is playing tricks on me?"
In any case, the misunderstanding about this matter has spread. Chen Baoxiang wanted to correct it, but no one dared to listen.
They were eating in a small restaurant. During the meal, a figure from Jinan came in and sent a greeting card to Chen Baoxiang. At the same time, he explained that the New Year gift had been sent to the rice shop and he would definitely invite him to dinner during the first month to strengthen contact.
Zhao Wuji laughed: "Boss Chen, now you are a celebrity in Jinan!"
After the two of them finished eating, they parted at the door of the small restaurant.
Chen Baoxiang kept an eye on it and first pretended to go east, then came back and followed Zhao Wuji.
He originally thought that Zhao Wuji would join his brothers from the Sharpshooter Club and then leave Jinan years ago.
In fact, Zhao Wuji went all the way west, out of Puli Gate, and headed straight for the commercial port.
Chen Baoxiang dodged and followed behind, watching Zhao Wuji enter the Grand View Garden.
"Are all the members of the Gunslingers Club here?"
Chen Baoxiang was confused and continued to move forward.
"Boss Chen, why are you here?"
Someone came out of the shop next to him and called him with surprise and joy. It was Tian Dongliu.
Chen Baoxiang was startled and quickly straightened up.
It turned out that Tian Dongliu was still looking for a house and negotiating rent here.
I have looked for several in succession before, but none of them satisfied me.
"Boss Chen, the most important thing when opening a restaurant is to choose an address. After choosing the address, ask the Feng Shui master to come over and see if there is wealth... Haha, since you want to do it, you have to do it well, otherwise you will be sorry for the sponsor. You are here just in time
, let’s check out the next one!”
Chen Baoxiang had no choice but to follow Tian Dongliu and visit two stores.
One of them is very close to the First Theater and has a huge passenger flow, so it seems suitable.
Tian Dongliu looked at it carefully and then negotiated the price with the boss.
Chen Baoxiang stood at the door, looking left and right, but could no longer see the shadow of Zhao Wuji.
In fact, he was thinking about Yu Shutong.
Yu Shutong defected to the Japanese. If he found out that the sharpshooters would gather here, he would definitely kill him, and it would be broken by then.
He had met the heroes of the Gunslingers Club before, and Luo Hongying left a deep impression on him.
Just for Luo Hongying, he also wanted to help the Sharpshooter Club to avoid this disaster.
A group of Japanese soldiers suddenly rushed over, stood next to the entrance of the First Theater, and quickly lined up to wait.
Tian Dongliu ran out and pulled Chen Baoxiang in.
"Come in quickly, a senior official from Japan is coming to inspect. Don't let others see you, or something might happen."
Sure enough, after a while, a group of local dignitaries came in accompanied by a Japanese officer, slowly walked up the steps and entered the First Theater.
Tian Dongliu sighed: "The Japanese are too arrogant, too arrogant..."