Chen Baoxiang thought for a while and replied with a smile: "The abandonment game is played by masters. When ordinary people play chess, they mainly focus on mobilizing troops and dispatching generals to fight for the pieces. Masters have their own ways of playing, and low players have their own ways.
pleasure."
"Yeah yeah--"
Zhao Wuji habitually raised his hands and looked at the cowering hay on the north roof.
"Boss Chen, the sharpshooter knows how to do things. He never takes the ordinary path and does not hesitate to abandon his son to achieve his goal. I have been prepared for this time when I come to Jinan."
Later, he chanted in a low voice: "I am so strong that I am overwhelmingly powerful, but the times are unfavorable and I am not going to die. What will happen if I am not going to die? What will I do if I am afraid of danger?"
This is a famous ancient poem left by the overlord of Western Chu when he was trapped in Gaixia.
"Boss Chen, the overlord of Western Chu is an unparalleled hero, but he was defeated at the hands of a pavilion chief. It is really a pity. I have read "Historical Records" well, and I am deeply worried about the death of the overlord of Western Chu. If it were me, I would give up my son and fight for the first place.
, in order to win the final victory, he would not hesitate to give up all his companions around him. The success of the king and the failure of the bandits were decided in a single thought. How can he be as indecisive as the overlord of Western Chu and have a long-lasting love for his children... How can he achieve great things? "
Chen Baoxiang couldn't answer. He didn't know what the use of Zhao Wuji's words was.
"Look at me, I'm nagging and saying these grumbling words, which is delaying Boss Chen from making money. These snacks, tea, and candies are bought for the children. Goose feathers are sent from a thousand miles away. Gifts are light on benevolence but justice is important. Please don't refuse. I will definitely accept it...
…”
Zhao Wuji handed the things to Chen Baoxiang, gave a few more instructions, told everyone what they were taboo about, and then left quietly.
Chen Baoxiang did not dare to neglect and asked Liu Yue'e to look after the store. He went out to buy groceries himself. He bought noodles, pig ears, large intestines, pork tripe, sausages, Boshan crispy pot, and fried peanuts from the cooked meat shop on Yunchasi Street.
I conveniently bought mutton slices, mutton blood, shredded mutton tripe, hot pot base and seasonings at Mijia Mutton Shop.
When he got home, he first took out the copper hot pot, wiped it clean, then poured a basket full of charcoal, lit the hot pot, and added Northeast hazel mushrooms, cabbage, green onion roots, ginger slices...
At dinner time, he closed the door and put two tables together.
The hot pot is served, with four meat and four vegetables placed next to it. The family dinner is completed smoothly.
It was getting dark, and Zhao Wuji arrived with Ben Leihu and Luo Hongying.
Chen Baoxiang was a little surprised to see there were only three of them.
According to his estimation, at least the second master, Long Qianli, should also come.
Zhao Wuji invited Chen Baoxiang to sit down with him, then heated a pot of wine and each filled their glasses.
"Fourth brother, ninth sister, this glass of wine is a farewell drink. After drinking and eating, you go south to find the boss, contact heroes from all over the country, and prepare to raise the flag to resist Japan in the two lakes area. Also, don't forget to turn the faucet
The news of the car was brought to the boss. The Japanese are also looking for the Dragon Vein of the Qing Dynasty and want to shake the foundation of China - they are ambitious and vicious!"
The four of them raised their glasses at the same time and drank it in one gulp.
Luo Hongying was unusually silent, her eyes falling on the table, not daring to look at Zhao Wuji's eyes.
"There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors even as far as the end of the world. When we cross the road of inaction, our children share the same fate. Little sister, don't be sad. When the Japanese devils are driven away, we will meet again. I went to Peking and outside the customs to contact Lao Shuai's old troops.
, together we raise the banner of resistance against Japan. Thousands of miles of snowfields and thousands of miles of forest outside the pass, just pull up a mountain and let the Japanese suffer a lot, hehehehe..."
Everyone raised their second glass of wine, and Luo Hongying's eyes suddenly became moist.
"Third brother, the Japanese invaders are rampant in the north. Going north this time is like entering a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, so please take care of yourself."
Zhao Wuji laughed boldly: "Little sister Jiu, have you forgotten that the three eastern provinces are where our sharpshooting club made its fortune. I am not going to Longtan and Tiger's den, but to go home. Don't worry, I and the princes of the Eighteenth Route of Baishan and Heishui are both
Friends, as long as we show the banner of our Sharpshooter Club, the Northeastern brothers will give us three points of thin noodles."
Chen Baoxiang was greatly affected when he heard the three people's generous farewell.
The three eastern provinces were the first to be trampled upon by the Japanese invaders, and suffered deeper trauma than Jinan.
Zhao Wuji traveled thousands of miles and rushed to the ice and snow country in order to contact the martyrs and join in the heroic feat, which is admirable.
"Third Master, here's a toast to you. What we Jinan people admire the most are heroes. I sincerely hope that next time we meet, all the devils in Shandong and Northeast China will have been killed. The mountains and rivers in the north will all be the flag of the Chinese people -"
After everyone drank their second cup, Ben Leihu suddenly said: "Third brother, I have something I don't understand and I always want to ask for advice. Can you tell me directly?"
Zhao Wuji raised his hands and nodded with a smile: "Fourth brother, it doesn't matter if you say it."
"You lost the old account books of the Sharpshooter Club in Peiping. The front and back accounts, 15,000 yuan, don't match up. The boss arranged for me to check the accounts, but you have been reluctant to hand over last year's new account books. I have already urged you to do so.
More than a dozen times, you always said that the military situation is urgent and you have no time to deal with it. This time we are separated, how to deal with the account book? If the boss asks, I have to tell the truth, and I will only offend the third brother? "
"Fourth brother, this is a business matter, and of course it should be handled impartially. When you see the boss, tell me that I was busy arranging assassination operations last year. There were a total of forty-five assassinations, and thirty-two were successful. I will definitely provide the account book.
Explain—"
Zhao Wuji stood up to pour the wine, walked over to Ben Leihu, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Fourth brother has always been selfless, and it's so right that the boss entrusted you with the task of supervising the accounts. He knows people well, is awesome, awesome
…”
Luo Hongying frowned and looked at Ben Leihu: "Third brother is always careful when doing things. Losing the account book was unintentional. You should have more kind words in front of the boss."
"Good words? That's not my responsibility. I only look at the account books and don't care about anything else. If the third brother can't hand over the account books and there is no other explanation, then I'm sorry. We will open a Dharma hall with three swords and six holes for the brothers.
An explanation!”
Luo Hongying stood up suddenly and pointed at Ben Leihu: "In order to save you, third brother worked hard, couldn't sleep at night, and used all his connections. It's good for you. You just escaped from prison and you are clinging to this matter. It's really shameless."
!”
Ben Leihu also jumped up and slammed the table: "Brothers are brothers, saving people is saving people, and account books are account books. How can they be confused? You are so stupid to say this -"
"Hey, fourth brother, little nine sister, please speak slowly and don't get angry!"
Zhao Wuji said and put the wine bottle on the table.
Next, he made a move that suddenly stunned Chen Baoxiang.
He dug his right hand out of his left sleeve, took out an almost invisible steel wire, wrapped it around Ben Leihu's neck, and then suddenly tightened it.
In an instant, Ben Leihu's Adam's apple suddenly collapsed, and then he fell down softly.
The wire was so thin that it was like a sharp knife, severing the neck of the Thunder Tiger.
This change happened so quickly. Chen Baoxiang was holding chopsticks in his hand and biting a piece of pork belly. Before he could put down his chopsticks to stop him, Ben Leihu was dead.
What was originally a farewell banquet of deep brotherhood suddenly turned into a guillotine.
"Third brother, what are you doing?"
Luo Hongying was shocked and pointed at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji smiled, and with a backhand, a wrist-breaking knife pierced Luo Hongying's left chest.
That move was lightning-fast and extremely powerful. The stabbing position was precise. After the knife penetrated the chest, the tip of the knife came out from the left side of Luo Hongying's back, between the shoulder blades.
"Ah-ah...ah..."
Luo Hongying couldn't deal with it, couldn't figure it out, was defenseless, and had no way to deal with it.
Under the lightning-fast blade of an assassin like Zhao Wu-Ki, she was no match.
With just one blow, Zhao Wuji took Luo Hongying's life.
"Xiao Jiumei, what do you think I'm doing? You two checked my account books and forced me to run away. I can only do this. I'll kill you and deal with it once and for all. I'm sorry!"