Tian Dongliu inquired from the store owner and learned that the Japanese had taken a fancy to the First Theater and wanted to perform a Japanese kabuki performance there, inviting middle-level and above-ranking officers of the Jinan garrison to enjoy it.
When Jinan people celebrate the Spring Festival, they sing operas, walk on stilts, dance dragon lanterns, and row land boats. The whole city is lively and lively.
The families of Japanese military officers and expatriates stationed in Jinan also want to take this opportunity to appreciate the art of their hometown and comfort their homesickness.
Tian Dongliu couldn't help but spat: "Damn it, if you really feel homesick, get out of Jinan and go back to Japan!"
The shop owner laughed: "Yes, yes, these little devils do tricks all day long. I have seen the kabuki they brought, painting a face like Bai Wuchang, trembling on the stage, ugh
Wow, the accompanying music is like constipation!"
The three of them laughed together. Since they didn't dare to scold the Japanese in person, they could vent their anger behind their backs.
Somehow, when Chen Baoxiang heard what the store owner just said, he had an uneasy thought in his heart.
If the middle-level officers gather together and a bomb is thrown in, some will be killed, some will be frightened to death, and another will be killed if the roof collapses...
He didn't have Chief Han's hundred thousand troops, so he couldn't march across the Yellow River to fight fiercely with little Japan.
If you can't fight with strength, then fight with wits.
He knows that there is currently a sufficient supply of goods on the black market in Jinan. A dozen or so people can buy guns and bullets, and a dozen or so people can buy a time bomb.
The Japanese walked out of the theater and a black car drove to the open space in front of the theater with a plaster flag hanging on the front of the car.
Several gentlemen from Jinan's literary and art circles in black cotton robes rushed down the steps and opened the car door for the Japanese.
"Holy shit, it's such a fucking shame. Are they still considered Jinan people when they rush to flatter the Japanese? I wonder if their parents are dead. I saw them in the underworld and blushed... These unscrupulous descendants have brought Jinan to their knees."
Everyone’s face has been lost—”
"Yes, yes, some Jinan people have backbone, and some are...soft-headed. However, there are nine kinds of dragons, and they are all different. Everyone has his own ambitions, and you can't force them, right?"
Tian Dongliu smoothed things over and continued to talk about the price.
After the scene just now, the store owner and Tian Dongliu had a common interest, and the atmosphere of bargaining became much more harmonious.
Chen Baoxiang stood in front of the glass window, staring closely at the door of the First Theater.
In the past, theater troupes from the north and south came to perform, either here or at the Beiyang Grand Theatre.
Chen Baoxiang remembers that it was here that he first watched Gu Lanchun perform.
"Lock the door, throw bombs in from the chimney... put time bombs under the seats in advance, and bomb them indiscriminately, killing half of the official Japs. It would be too much fun. Those stupid little Japs
, you have come to the right place to perform in the Grand View Garden. If you die here, the most prosperous place in Jinan City, we Jinan people can be considered worthy of you!"
He made repeated plans in his mind, and the blueprint for this matter was basically formed.
"Boss Chen, what do you think of this store?"
Tian Dongliu was very polite. Since Chen Baoxiang was present, he would definitely let him express his opinion.
Chen Baoxiang said a few perfunctory words, and from the corner of the glass window, he saw Zao Wou-ki coming out of the alley on the right side of the First Theater, still covering his face with a scarf, lowering his head and walking quickly.
He told Tian Dongliu to go out and get some fresh air.
By the time he went out, Zhao Wuji had already reached the northeast gate of the Grand View Garden, got into a rickshaw, and left quickly.
Chen Baoxiang did not have any real evidence, but he always felt that Zhao Wuji's route was not right.
The sharpshooters will be centered on Furong Street, stationed and lurking, aiming at the Luoyuan Mansion, and are unlikely to come here.
The Grand View Garden is too close to the Japanese military headquarters and train station barracks. Any gunfight or weapon fight here will alert the Japanese and lead to siege.
"What is he doing here?"
Tian Dongliu caught up and chatted with Chen Baoxiang about renting a house, finding a waiter, and getting materials.
"Boss Chen, I have been dealing with various circles in Jinan city these days. As soon as they heard that you were my partner, they all gave thumbs up, saying that you have both good character and skills. If we cooperate with you, half of our business will be done." !”
Chen Baoxiang clasped his fists and thanked him sincerely: "It's Boss Tian who has the face. Besides, our fellow villagers in Jinan always support and lift each other when doing things and talking. It's hard for folks in the countryside to change their accent. Even if they didn't know each other before, they just need to speak Jinan dialect." , that is, my brothers and sisters, they will never stumble secretly, they are just pulling and supporting to make a fortune together..."
These words made Tian Dongliu nod frequently and raise his thumb again: "Jinan people are all like this, they are loyal and generous!"
The two broke up outside the Grand View Garden, and Chen Baoxiang returned to the city all the way.
As he walked, Chen Baoxiang felt a little uneasy. Zhao Wuji was the third master of the Sharpshooter Club, and among all his brothers, he was the only one who followed his lead.
If there was a problem with Zhao Wuji, all the people who came to Jinan from the Sharp Gun Club would be useless.
Chen Baoxiang doesn't worry about others, he only worries about Luo Hongying.
This woman is really extraordinary. In order to rescue her imprisoned husband, she ran into Leihu. She was not afraid of the wind and frost swords of the Japanese. She took root in Furong Street, led people to rob prisons, and ran around in a series. She accomplished what even a hard-blooded man could not do. Difficult thing to do.
Although Wu Yixiao's incident happened, Chen Baoxiang knew that Luo Hongying was not at fault.
He arrived at the inn at the north end of Furong Street, went straight upstairs, and knocked on Luo Hongying's door.
The little maid's voice sounded inside: "Who is it?"
Chen Baoxiang responded in a low voice, and then the door opened, revealing the little maid's face full of vigilance.
Luo Hongying was sitting by the stove warming herself. On the small wooden bench next to her, there was a map of Jinan.
Chen Baoxiang walked in and greeted him with fists in his hands.
He came in a hurry, without any thought of a reason. He just came out of enthusiasm to deliver a message to Luo Hongying.
"Boss Chen, do you have any advice for this visit?"
Chen Baoxiang scratched his head and thought twice quickly: "Nine heads, Yu Shutong temporarily lived in the firewood shed of my rice shop before. It's not that I want his money, but he coerces and induces me, so I have to obey. Now, listen It was said that he had defected to the Japanese. I felt very unlucky, so I thoroughly cleaned the woodshed and installed a small bed. If my friends from the Gunslingers Club still want to use it, they can come over at any time."
Luo Hongying raised her eyelids slightly and shook her head calmly: "Thank you for your kindness. The third master said that we will withdraw from Jinan City immediately and no longer wade into the muddy waters of Jinan City."
"Where should we go after leaving here? The capital or Shanghai?"
"It's not decided yet, it's none of Boss Chen's business."
"Master Ninth, I just want to remind you that the city of Jinan is in the hands of the Japanese, so don't let it fall into their hands. Go as soon as you can, don't delay. It's the New Year's Eve, and the New Year is just about passing the customs. It's better to make arrangements in advance."
The little maid stood behind Luo Hongying, a little impatient: "When to leave, how to leave...it's all...the third master's decision, it seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"
"Yes, it has nothing to do with me, but I am a native of Jinan. A native of Jinan, like the scorpion and tiger curtain in the cracks of the rocks, we can all know in advance whether it is windy or rainy, cool or hot. Jiu Dangjia, everything
Be careful, be careful of those around you——"
The little maid shouted: "Bullshit, you asked the lady to be careful about the people around her, I am the person around her, be careful about me, right?"
Chen Baoxiang said the wrong thing for a moment, but the little maid caught him and made him blush.
"Boss Chen, no matter what you mean, I accept it with kindness. The mountains are high and the road is far. Goodbye in the world, I won't send you off!"
The little maid pushed Chen Baoxiang out, then closed the door and locked it with a clatter.
"Oh, what's wrong with me!"
Chen Baoxiang was upset, he didn't think about what to say, so he came over rashly, damn it.
When he returned to the rice shop, he felt disgraced and worked in the backyard instead of helping in the front shop.
He walked to the woodshed and cleaned it for a while. Thinking about Yu Shutong, he just felt it was a pity.
What a young man, with a handsome appearance and a lot of skills. He joined the Japanese and his ancestors were humiliated for eight generations. He will definitely not end well in the end.
"What on earth is Zhao Wuji doing? Going to the Grand View Garden, sneaking around, with the Japanese——"
Chen Baoxiang was shocked by his own thoughts. He should not doubt the heroes of the Gunslingers Club, especially Zhao Wuji.
He spent the whole day in a daze.
The Sharpshooter Club was founded outside the customs. They are the elites of the old and young marshals in the anti-Japanese team. They must not allow mistakes.
They also have contact with the Eighth Front Army in Dafengshan, Changqing. It is business for both parties to join forces to fight against Japan.
"Boss Chen, Boss Chen..."
Someone came in from the front shop, carrying large and small bags of snacks and tea, and it turned out to be Zao Wou-ki.
Chen Baoxiang was surprised as he did not expect that Zhao Wuji would come to give him a New Year gift.
"Boss Chen, help us prepare a table of meals tonight. It doesn't have to be extravagant. We just use your place so that we can sit together and chat about some family matters. When the time comes, you will close the shop and we will come in through the back door. Don't worry, I promise
Won’t cause trouble.”
Zhao Wuji smiled and whispered instructions in Chen Baoxiang's ear.
"Okay, no problem."
Chen Baoxiang agreed, appearing calm on the surface, but actually observing Zhao Wuji with all his concentration.
Zhao Wuji walked to the door of the woodshed and looked inside.
"Boss Chen, how long has Brother Fourteen lived here?"
"It only lasted three or two days. I have only seen it twice with my own eyes."
Zhao Wuji shook his head and sighed: "We have spoiled our fourteenth brother. With his skill and age, he could have taken over the position of the head of the family if he was well trained. Alas, doting is like killing. If I had set rules for him earlier, let him
Be a good person, love your country and your family..."
Chen Baoxiang listened silently, looking from Zhao Wuji's shoulders, arms, and hands to his chest, waist, legs, feet, and back.
Zhao Wuji is not an ordinary person. He is like a thunderbolt sharp knife when dealing with his enemies. If he were to turn around and deal with his own people, he would probably be a big trouble.
"Boss Chen, can you play chess?"
"I only know a little bit, I just barely know how to walk."
"Haha, some people say that playing chess is a pastime, but I never think so. Some masters start with abandoned pieces, move dangerously all the way, and finally kill with one blow. I often think that playing chess and Jianghu, there are seven