Bi Gong walked out from behind the pillar and kicked Mu Changsha's arm with his toes.
Mu Changsha is dead. The sniper's shooting skills are so strong that he will never miss with one headshot.
"Kill even our own people, damn, even kill our own people..."
Chen Baoxiang had no choice but to stand behind the counter, motionless.
In this situation, he can't do anything, just like the curtain behind the stage in the Grand View Garden.
The actors sang and played, the audience cheered and applauded, and everything had nothing to do with him.
He is part of the stage, a table and bench, and dead. No one cares about him, and no one cares about him.
"Second brother, it's a good thing that the Sharpshooter Club is over. We have one less enemy in Jinan. We don't have to worry about them all day long. We have to guard against them day and night... These people have been deceived by the young marshal. They think about fighting them all day long.
Go back to the Northeast - shit, what's so good about the Northeast? It's so cold and freezing that even when you pee in the winter, you'll be shivering from the cold..."
Bi Jing didn't care about the body on the ground, he just looked out the door.
"The Sharpshooter Club is endless. Go back to the Northeast and defeat Shanhaiguan... It's not a dream. Brother, do you still remember what the old commander often said? Shanhaiguan is not a pass, it is a platform for generals. Point the generals to the generals and sweep them across.
Jiangnan. Now, the Japanese have done it... God knows, where did the old commander get the confidence? Now I understand, it was dozens of Japanese intelligence officers who encouraged him, and it was Yoshiko Kawashima——"
At the mention of that name, Bi Jing's empty eyes suddenly showed a strong fighting spirit.
"That woman has her own way. Damn it, she is a purebred, with extraordinary blood, and a Japanese education. We can't compare with her. Who are we? If we don't have a handsome man to enjoy the food, we can't go to Tokyo, Japan."
You can’t go to a training school, or go to Germany’s imperial military school... Well, it’s so irritating to compare people to each other. When that woman shows her thighs, how many men will obey her?”
Bi Jing stood up and walked to the door.
Outside, the men in black were still on alert, and someone was already on the opposite roof, bending down to look for the place where the sniper lay down.
"Since Yu is born, how can Liang be born?"
"What, dick, what did you say?"
"Immediate Yuliang... What Yoshiko Kawashima can do, I can do. What she can't do, I can still do. For example, the leading car and the Great Qing Dragon Vein... One day, I will take the Great Clear Dragon Vein
The treasure map was presented to the Emperor of Japan."
When Bi Gong and Bi Jing arrived at the door, the room was empty.
Chen Baoxiang looked at Mu Changsha and gritted his teeth, but his whole body was still shivering.
If he didn't have a close relationship with Mu Changsha and only knew that he was a theater fan in the days before yesterday, then forget it.
However, now he knows that Mu Changsha is from Wanhualou, a descendant of Shuibo Liangshan, and a well-known Jinan hero.
The hero is nameless and dies of loneliness.
"In the past, the heroes of Liangshan were marching south, and countless people's names turned into dust and died in front of the Fang La Formation. Just like now, Mu Changsha is dead. Who would have known that a useless idler living in Xigendao Street could be so glorious?
ancestral inheritance?”
Chen Baoxiang felt sad that a rabbit had died and a fox had died. He even thought that if he died one day, no one would know that he was a descendant of Chen Da, the jumping tiger.
"A little ant...we are all little ants!"
He looked at Bi Jing's back, and a surge of air suddenly filled his chest.
"Fuck, just this life, a cavity of blood, more than a hundred kilograms... If it doesn't work out, just fight, fight with them, lest you end up like Mu Changsha, who doesn't even have a chance to fight -"
When Bi Gong grabbed a handful of salt and rubbed it on Mu Changsha's face, Chen Baoxiang felt his cheeks sting deeply.
He looked down at the drawer and saw that the three knives were there.
Three knives will definitely be defeated by two masters, but it is also an honor to have a good fight and leave a name for a hero on the beam.
"The boss, the boss..."
Liu Yue'e hid behind the door curtain and called him. He temporarily suppressed all the crazy thoughts in his heart and walked over quickly.
"Master, there are so many people outside, it has nothing to do with us, right? We just open the shop well. Even though the war outside our door has been chaotic for so many years, it has not hindered our life and raising children. I have been with you for half my life. I don't seek wealth, only wealth.
Peace. Please, no matter what others say, let’s just endure it, endure it, okay?”
It was getting late, and the light in the courtyard was dim.
Liu Yue'e looked up at Chen Baoxiang, her eyes anxious and full of pity.
Chen Baoxiang suddenly discovered that at some point, his wife's temples had all turned white.
"I'll be fine, don't panic."
"I'm thinking about the children. We are all old. No matter whether they are dead or alive, the children have not even gotten married yet. We can't afford to offend the Japanese... We can't afford to offend anyone. Master, please
Already..."
Chen Baoxiang felt sad and held Liu Yuee's hand.
Her hands were very rough. In the winter, the backs of her hands were chapped from washing dishes and pots, and the cracks were covered with ointment.
"I know, I know, Xiu'er mother, don't worry!"
The two have been married for more than 20 years, and they can understand each other's thoughts with just one look.
Chen Baoxiang sighed, and his ambition suddenly disappeared.
He is the only pillar of the family. Once he falls, the family will be finished.
This sentence sounds discouraging to say, but it is the truth.
The Chen family's small rice shop is like an egg shell in Jinan City in troubled times.
As long as the shell is there, it can protect you from wind and rain.
If the shell is broken, the whole family will be exposed to the frost and snow in this cold winter month.
Therefore, he is not Mu Changsha. He can laugh to death, but can only live in cowardice.
The man in black searched half the street and looked on the rooftops, but found no one.
Bi Jing folded his hands and sighed in a low voice: "We are all Chinese, if we have to make a big fuss, will we live or die?"
All the men in black were not qualified to speak, so they scratched their heads respectfully: "Second brother, this... there is nothing we can do about it. All the forces in the world are staring at the leading car, and some are even staring at the gold transport team coming from the east. This is all
There is nothing we can do about it..."
"We still have ways to solve these troubles...Brother, we just need time, we need time..."
Chen Baoxiang listened to their conversation blankly. The current situation in Jinan City was in full swing and could only be described as burning the city.
All the anger that Chen Baoxiang had accumulated in his heart for such a long time swelled up at this moment, and seemed to be vented immediately, but he did not dare to take any drastic action because the whole family was watching him, so he could only endure it forcefully.
Wait for these people to leave.
Bi Gong and Bi Jing suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Baoxiang: "Boss Chen, what do you think should be done in this situation? There are so many heroes outside who are staring at Jinan City, staring at the leading car and the Qing Dynasty Dragon Vein.
The gold transport team from the east is also their target. You are the owner of this rice shop, so many people died here, you are also responsible, right?"
Chen Baoxiang stood at the door and looked at the two brothers.
They were all once capable officers under the old commander of the Northeast Army, but now they have become enemies of the Chinese and are helping the Japanese devils.
Like dyeing soap in vain, there is no turning back.
"You two, I don't know anything. I just run a rice shop to eat. Don't ask me for anything else."
Bi Gong laughed loudly: "Boss Chen, it's better not to be so humble. We all know that you are a capable person. The information on the road is very clear, and all roads are well connected. You must have many friends and connections here.
Being able to get through all the links, even if it's the Sharpshooter Club, will give you some face, right?"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head, he did not dare to admit these words.
At any time, Jianghu people are well-informed.
Once the news spread, he became a target of public criticism and could no longer survive in or outside Jinan City.
He had just made a deal with Boss Tian to open a big hotel in Grand View Garden. If something unexpected happened, all the plans would be ruined and the joy would be in vain. He didn't want to let his family down.
He even felt that this was the only way for the Chen family to turn around.
At the moment, facing these two people, he was submissive and had no choice.
"Boss Chen, we already know what you have done. Nothing inside and outside Jinan City can escape our eyes. Now tell me what kind of deal you have with the Sharpshooter Association and let them protect you.
Difficulty? There are so many businesses in Jinan City, but none of them are like you. They have been free and happy since the time of Chief Han, and they have been happy until now. The family is healthy and safe... If you don't give me an answer today, I can't guarantee it.
Your rice shop can still be open!"
Bi Gong and Bi Jing stared at Chen Baoxiang, their four eyes radiating cold light.
This was a very difficult moment. Chen Baoxiang knew that if he made any mistakes in answering the questions, he would die without a burial place.
"I've said what needs to be said. No matter what you two think, I can only listen honestly. I am a genuine Jinan native. I have no other skills. I can only open a small rice shop like this and make a living.
Let’s eat…”
Chen Baoxiang suppressed all his ambitions, hoping that the other party would think he was weak and incompetent and let him go easily.
"Boss Chen, so many people have died in the Sharpshooter Club. It's impossible to let this matter go. You should think about it carefully and what should you do? Hahahaha..."
Bi Gong and Bi Jing did not press too hard. After saying this, they left with the man in black.
Then someone came in, cleaned up the scene, and took away Mu Changsha's body.
Chen Baoqiang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his shop is clean and it doesn't delay tomorrow's business, let alone affect the reputation of the rice shop, that's enough.
Liu Yue'e has been following him, holding his arm, trembling all over.
"Master, what happened? What happened to this person? So many things have happened recently, and people keep coming to make trouble. Can we still do business?"
Chen Baoxiang gently patted the back of Liu Yue'e's hand: "Don't worry, it's okay as long as I'm here. Our Chen family will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties and usher in good times."
He comforted Liu Yue'e in this way, and he already had an opinion in his heart, that is, in troubled times, never stand on the wrong team, be yourself, and be an honest businessman is enough.
It has nothing to do with him as to which route the gold transport team from the east took, or whose hands the gold fell into in the end.