Chapter 61 The traitor who deceives the world and steals his name
Chen Baoxiang watched this tragic scene helplessly, but was unable to save him.
He was no match for Zhao Wuji, the third master, and besides, it was too late to take action now.
Ben Leihu has expired, and Luo Hongying has lost nine out of ten.
"Boss Chen, you come to clean up the mess. If someone asks you in the future, you haven't seen anything and you don't know anything. Do you understand?"
Zao Wuji placed two gold bars on the corner of the table, then picked up his top hat, opened the door curtain, and went out through the back door.
Chen Baoxiang covered his mouth hard, looked at the two people in front of him, and forced himself not to make any sound.
Zhao Wuji does things without taking action, and when he does something shocking, it completely violates the rules of the world.
Ben Leihu checked the accounts and only killed Ben Leihu, so that was all. Luo Hongying, who had nothing to do with it, was also involved.
He walked to the backyard, gritted his teeth, and kicked the big poplar tree hard twice.
"We can't just pull him down like this. The two masters of the Sharpshooter Club died in Jinan. What should we do if they come to investigate in the future?"
He locked the door of the north room to prevent Liu Yue'e and the children from coming out and being frightened. Then, he ran out and found a rickshaw at the corner of the street. He paid first and asked the driver to wait.
Back in the shop, he pulled off a sheet, wrapped Luo Hongying up, held her in his arms, went out and got on a rickshaw, and went straight to Mr. Mu's house.
After entering, he only asked one thing from Mr. Mu: "Take this person in and find a doctor. No matter what, if she survives, I will be grateful."
In Jinan City, there are not many people worthy of Chen Baoxiang's trust, Mr. Mu is one of them.
After returning from Mr. Mu's house, Chen Baoxiang knocked on the door of the coffin shop, asked for a thin-skinned coffin, put the body of Ben Leihu in it, and asked the coffin shop to send it out and bury it in the northwest cemetery, and set up a monument with the words "
The two words "Thunder Tiger, Hongying".
After finishing all this, Chen Baoxiang was panting from exhaustion, and spent the whole night cleaning up the food, wine, and blood stains in the shop before spending half the night on a small bed in the woodshed.
At dawn, he unlocked the north room, and Liu Yue'e came out tremblingly, not daring to ask a word.
What happened that night was enough for Chen Baoxiang to remember for the rest of his life.
He considered himself a Jianghu person and had seen the ups and downs of Jinan City. However, this was the first time he had encountered someone like Zhao Wuji who had killed his own people.
As a result of internal strife, the Gunslingers Association collapsed.
Fortunately, he knew that the second master, Long Qianli, was still in Jinan. If he wanted to avenge Ben Leihu and Luo Hongying, he had to find Long Qianli and execute Zhao Wuji on the spot.
"So it turns out that Mr. Zhao Sanye, who is so famous in the martial arts world, is also a deceiver. In the past, so many people admired the Sharpshooter Club, thinking that they were the iron-blooded warriors trained by the old marshals and young marshals of the Northeast Army. At the critical moment
, purge the traitors internally, and sweep away the Japanese pirates externally... They are all fake and deceptive!"
Chen Baoxiang's mood was extremely depressed, worse than the gloomy weather outside.
As the New Year is approaching, the passers-by on the street are all in a hurry. The old customers who come in to eat no longer chat with each other after the meal, but put down their chopsticks, wipe their mouths and leave.
At noon, Chuanwu ran back, carrying a bamboo basket with ten firecrackers in it.
"Over there at the shack under the overpass...someone came from outside the city to sell firecrackers. They were cheap...cheap. Many people bought them, so I bought them. We will open a restaurant next year and will need them..."
Looking at his out-of-breath son, Chen Baoxiang felt distressed and angry.
When it comes time to open a restaurant, you have to buy firecrackers with thousands of rings and four seasons red. How can you deal with these bargains?
What is distressing is that the second boy has become sensible and knows how to buy things from home, and also knows how to pick up bargains when shopping, so as to save money and live.
"Okay, go back quickly, watch the road carefully and don't bump into each other."
Chuanwu lined up the firecrackers on the window sill and went out carrying the empty basket.
There was a co-worker waiting for him outside. He was a handsome young man.
The two of them ran as fast as they could and soon disappeared.
Chen Baoxiang sat in the shop and watched the sky outside getting darker.
He entrusted Luo Hongying to Mr. Mu, and there was absolutely no problem, just like the play "Searching for Orphans and Saving Orphans".
"Luo Hongying must survive to avenge Ben Leihu and make Zhao Wuji deserve what he deserves..."
Jianghu has its own rules. This is an internal conflict within the Sharpshooter Club and must be handled by their people.
If someone didn't ask Chen Baoxiang for help, but he took the initiative to intervene, this would break the rules.
"How can we find Long Qianli?"
This question went around in Chen Baoxiang's mind, confusing him.
When Liu Yue'e saw the firecrackers, she couldn't help but muttered that she suspected that people were spending money to spread violence.
"Let it go. When the children are older, don't nag them."
"Head of the family, when you buy firecrackers, you just listen to the sound, and they will explode in a while. Let's save the money and find someone to marry the boss..."
Liu Yue'e has talked about this topic hundreds of times, and Chen Baoxiang's ears are almost calloused.
During dinner, Chuanwu smiled and took out a piece of ocean from his pocket and placed it in front of Chen Baoxiang.
"Where did the money come from?"
Everyone, including Chuanwen, was stunned.
"Xiao Anzi gave it to me. I help him with things and he gives me money."
Chuanwu slowly explained that Xiao Anzi was the boy who came back with him at noon to deliver the firecrackers.
Xiao Anzi lived in Wanzi Lane. After delivering the firecrackers, they went to Wanzi Lane and helped Xiao Anzi carry more than a dozen boxes from the second floor to the carriage.
"Dad, the boxes are all bamboo and rattan boxes with white copper plates inlaid on the four corners. Although they are a bit old, they look quite high-end. When I asked what was inside, Xiao Anzi said they were all old books."
Chen Baoxiang asked in detail. The box was so big and heavy that if laborers were hired to work on it, it would probably weigh more than an ocean.
He asked Liu Yue'e to collect the money and asked about Xiao Anzi's details before he felt relieved.
According to the description in Chuanwen and Chuanwu, Xiao Anzi came from a wealthy family. After the Japanese occupied Jinan, his family fell into decline and he could only work in the warehouse to supplement the family income.
"Well, you need to be careful when making friends and don't associate with those who commit crimes. Especially when it comes to martial arts, you have to discuss anything with your elder brother first."
Chuanwu made a face and nodded repeatedly.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, Chen Baoxiang went out with his food box and went straight to Mr. Mu's place.
Mr. Mu's side went smoothly. He invited a master who specialized in treating red and white wounds to come over and apply medicine and bandage to Luo Hongying.
The knife stabbed very hard and the position was extremely accurate. Fortunately, Luo Hongying responded to the situation and at the critical moment, she still inhaled and contracted her abdomen, shrank back half a foot, and took off the strong force on the sharp knife.
"The master said that if there is no quenching poison on the blade, the person will be fine. Change the medicine every three days, about seven times, and you can get up and walk."
Chen Baoxiang calculated that by the time Luo Hongying could get up, it would be after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
He left a gold bar for Mr. Mu. The two had been friends for many years. Mr. Mu did not ask about Luo Hongying's origins and just followed Chen Baoxiang's instructions.
"Baoxiang, I saw Yu Shutong a few days ago. Alas, it's hard to describe in words——"
Mr. Mu frowned and sighed three times as soon as he opened his mouth.
Chen Baoxiang knew the inside story. Yu Shutong had defected to the Japanese. He must have eyes on the top of his head. When he saw Mr. Mu, he didn't even look at him.
"This boy... This boy surrendered to the Japanese. He was followed by two Japanese ronin. He met him on Furong Street, holding a brand new box of chess in his hand. Baoxiang, what do you think this boy wants to do? Who is in the chaos of war?
Do you have time and leisure to play chess?"
There is a chess set on the Eight Immortals table in the living room.
The chessboard is made of cooked cowhide. It has been used for many years and is gray and black in color.
"Yes, Yu Shutong has joined the Japanese. He has no worries about food and clothing. He has enough to eat and drink. He will definitely have time to play chess. It's a pity that there are so many chess masters in Jinan City. Who is willing to play with a traitor?"
Mr. Mu nodded: "That's right, Jinan people are tough and look down on traitors the most!"
Chen Baoxiang walked to the table, looked at the chess pieces, and remembered what Zhao Wuji said - "abandon the pieces."
He knows little about chess, but Mr. Mu is a master at it.
"Mr. Mu, how many famous discarded chess records have there been since ancient times?"
"Many people give up their stones to fight for the first place, hit the mountain with one blow, and do not give up five stones, which is not a great weapon... It's just that ordinary people are too entangled between giving up and giving up, and they don't know that the meaning of playing chess is winning, not the number of pieces. No.
If you know how to discard pieces, you will never reach the super level of playing chess."
Chen Baoxiang didn't know how to give up pieces, and he was not willing to give up pieces when he played chess in the past. Therefore, he was never a first-rate player when it came to playing chess.
"Hey, Baoxiang, I remember when Chief Han just abandoned the city and left, a smart man jumped out and said that Chief Han was abandoning his son to be the first, and pulled all the troops to the south of the Great Wall of Qi, at Qingshi Pass and Jinyang Pass.
The three major passes of Huangshi Pass blocked the enemy and eliminated the Japs north of the Qi Great Wall. As a result, Commander Han's troops passed the Qi Great Wall, ran faster and faster, and went directly to the south of the Yangtze River. It was simply dumbfounding..."
Chen Baoxiang sighed. It has been three years, and it is already old history to talk about the incident of Chief Han abandoning the city.
"Baoxiang, I went to the Grand View Garden a few days ago and met some acquaintances. They said, you want to open a restaurant there? Is this true?"
Chen Baoxiang gave a general account of Tian Dongliu's involvement in the investment.
Mr. Mu slapped his thigh: "That's great, Baoxiang. With the support of noble people, you will definitely soar into the sky and become famous!"
The two chatted for a while. Luo Hongying, who was in a coma, struggled twice and opened his mouth, but said nothing. He just frowned tightly with an expression of extreme pain.
"Alas... alas!"
Thinking of Zhao Wuji's cruel methods, Chen Baoxiang only felt that anger was rising in his heart, and evil was growing in his heart.
"Zhao Wuji harmed his fellow disciples. He must be stabbed three times and six times in the hall, apologize to his ancestors, and then be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts!"
So far, Chen Baoxiang still doesn't quite understand. Wouldn't it be extremely stupid for Ben Leihu and Luo Hongying to eat and drink with Zhao Wuji even though they knew he had a problem?
It was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night when Chen Baoxiang left Mr. Mu's house.
Before returning to the rice shop, he made a special trip to Chasi Street for half a circle.
He only hoped that he could meet Long Qianli by chance, so that the Shenqianghui case could be solved quickly, and that Luo Hongying, who was in a coma, could feel better.
It's freezing cold and the streets are desolate.
He felt that his face and heart were cold. This new year might not pass comfortably.