Chapter 84: Doing things for nothing and not receiving money is a pig
I answered him weakly: "Little horse, six, four chickens, five donkeys, and eight cows can do it. Brother Gui can't do it. He has his own way. Neither can I. What about Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Zen Pure Land, God Christ, Five Pecks of Rice?"
, Grandma Tutu, I don’t believe in the Monkey King, I only believe in myself. The dean once said that I have no soul roots, I am too angry, and I am not restrained. I want to be free, not restrained.”
"The mountain ghost may have believed in other doctrines. If he joins the gang again, it will be a betrayal of the oath he made in the past. You can only follow me within three steps." Na Miantang made the final decision.
"How much does it cost? If you don't get paid for working for nothing, you are a pig."
"100 yuan per month."
"make a deal."
The search team sent by the Japanese secret service was indeed very efficient. They soon discovered signs of messy ruts on a hilly ground in the Pudong area, and dug up the body of a Japanese soldier under a raised mud bag.
Looking at the body of Ronin with his head missing, Yamada Hara Ken had some doubts. Who killed him? This man's kung fu must be unfathomable. How did he decapitate Ronin? The sharp knife was obviously stained with blood.
Once upon a time, beheading Chinese people was a specialty of the Japanese occupying forces.
Back at the agency, the deputy gave Yamadahara Ken an encrypted telegram. The telegram was sent by his father Yamada Takeo:
1. Try every means to infiltrate the British and French concessions and contact all gangs. If Huo Zhuoshan, the leader of the Qinghong Gang, and Du Shaoqing do not cooperate, you can consider another ruthless character - Zhang Chenglin. He is a local snake with enough weight! Cooperate with the military department.
It is best to prepare before capturing Shanghai, capture all of Shanghai at the minimum cost, and all strategic needs based on the overall situation.
2. Continue to search for an 18-year-old girl with a beauty mark on her forehead. Please refer to the image of Nalan Pearl for the similarity of her appearance. Find her at all costs.
Ken Yamadahara walked around the office holding the telegram and began racking his brains.
Suddenly, a strange thought popped into my mind: There was a red mole on the woman who was rescued by the Black Masked Man during the demonstration! Could it be her? Who is she? Where is she now?
Yamadahara Ken couldn't help but get excited and quickly perfected this bizarre idea in his mind.
I was discharged from the hospital three days later. I insisted on going back to my rented house to rest. Firstly, I was worried about Xiao Ma Liu and others. Secondly, I became more and more afraid of being alone with Na Miantang. An inexplicable emotion was permeating me.
I.
As soon as they entered the house, Na Miantang and Song Da, who had come to accompany me, looked at each other and said, "There's someone on the roof!" because a piece of debris fell on the roof at the same time. After taking a few steps back, they vaguely saw a few black people on the roof.
film.
Na Miantang stopped, the two looked at each other for a second, and at the same time, they used their hands and feet like apes to climb up the drainage pipe to the roof. The man in black stood up and ran away like a cat lying on his stomach.
Na Mian Tang jumped over in one step, and the small flying knife in his hand had already been released and flew towards the man in black. He heard a "choking" sound, and the tip of the small flying knife actually touched the spine of the opponent's gun. The man in black suddenly felt that his wrist was cracked.
, the gun in his hand has been knocked out.
But that person was also a rare master. He remained calm in the face of danger. He rolled over and rolled out of the way. Only then did he reveal his face. He was actually dressed in powerful clothes and holding a crossbow box, aiming at the Mian Tang. This kind of
Zhuge's crossbow was unparalleled in its power at close range. However, his leg was injured, his face turned earth-colored, blood began to flow, and his body began to fight.
"Stop!" Song Da pulled out his short gun, "If you don't stop, I'm going to shoot! Which one is faster, your crossbow or my gun!"
The man in black suddenly remembered the two people, he quietly stepped back a few steps, smiled sinisterly, and said: "I didn't expect that there are experts here. Could it be that these two are the instructor and the young master of the Thirteen Taibao?"
I almost missed it. Are you here to seize the treasure too? If you want to alarm others, just shoot without warning."
Na Miantang smiled and said: "You still recognize us, and you are not blind yet. What else can you say?"
The black-faced man sighed, and the crossbow arrows were shot out like a torrential rain.
At that moment, the Mian Tang suddenly rolled on the spot, and Song Da took advantage of the situation with his left hand to pick up dozens of tiles from the roof and shoot them towards the black-faced man.
The tiles flew and turned into a halo, and the crossbow arrows were blown away in all directions. This move was so powerful and fast, as fast as lightning and as strong as a lightning strike.
The black-faced man was shocked and changed his moves, but it was too late. With a "chi" sound, the tile fragments were embedded in his throat, and blood spattered out like a flag-flower rocket. The black-masked man covered his throat with his hands, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.
He hasn't breathed his last yet.
Song Da's move just now was to seize the road first and hurt the person secondly. Therefore, the tile was missed by three points and passed right through the black-faced man's trachea and esophagus, without damaging his vitals.
The black-faced man gritted his teeth and smiled ferociously: "Teacher, the young master is so fast!"
Na Miantang smiled slightly. At this moment, every word became as cold as a knife, and said: "You are lucky."
The black-faced man stared at me downstairs with venomous eyes, and said with a ferocious smile: "Sure enough, it is difficult for a hero to be a beauty. It is so wonderful to have a beauty with great wealth." After saying that, he let out a roar and jumped down from the three-story building.
, depending on the situation, they are going to attack me like an eagle pounces on a chicken.
Song Da followed the fish and jumped down, and Na Miantang fatally struck the black-faced man with a flying knife.
The man in black fell next to me in the courtyard of the house, and I was carried to a safe place by Song Da. The face of the black-faced man was twisted, and even his lips were trembling, and he said: "You...you guys
It is true that a hero is in trouble with a beauty, you——are worth a lot of money." Suddenly, the face of the man in black was completely distorted, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. He suddenly pulled his mouth hard, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and his face
Every muscle in his body was beating, his nostrils gradually expanded, his mouth opened wide, his tongue stuck out, a stream of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his head tilted, he was dead.
Vaguely, Song Da spotted another one. When he saw him, he ran away. Song Da and Na Miantang chased him through the corner. Since they were not able to alert the surrounding people, Na Miantang threw a knife. The man in black was hit in the foot by a knife, but he still ran away.
Open it, and the person disappears instantly.
The crowd headed by Xiao Ma Liu came outside the hospital in a huff and puff, all carrying their favorites, as if they were preparing for a fight.
"Teacher, little boss, what's wrong? Who dares to break in?"
Ah Wu Lu reached out to search and took out a diamond-shaped gold needle jewelry from the pocket of the deceased's suit. Ah Wu Lu didn't know Chinese characters, so he had to give it to Na Miantang to look at the diamond-shaped gold needle jewelry carefully. Na Miantang immediately rolled up the deceased's sleeves and exposed his arms.
Japanese-style tattoos on the body, "This is the standard for members of the Yamaguchi-gumi gang in Yokohama, Japan."
"Why are there Japanese here? What priceless wealth?" Song Da questioned.
Na Miantang had a gloomy face, and he looked at me and Song Da who were holding me in his arms.
The office building of the bank president on the second floor of Baidi.
Mr. John, the French head of the French Concession in Shanghai, and Bai Zhengchang were sitting in the conference room.
John said arrogantly: "As far as I know, although your daughter did not participate in the parade, she was one of the main student leaders behind it. We have always been grateful to Boss Bai for his support, but I don't want your daughter to do it again next time."
Destroy our friendship."
John came here just to show off his cards. Negotiations can only be made after showing his cards. Bai Yachang no longer hesitated, because John came to China to be greedy for money. He was a fanatical Chinese collector. This time, he had already grasped the opportunity to escape and ascend to heaven.
In vain.
Bai Yachang slowly turned half of his body, picked up the coffee, and said to John: "Drink coffee, please." His eyes turned to the desk, where a painting handwriting had already been unfolded on the construction site, with paperweights on both sides, pressed firmly on the scroll.
both ends of.
Bai Yachang said calmly: "This is the couplet Zeng Wengong wrote to his subordinates of the Hunan Army in the big tent after he suppressed the Taiping Army."
John rushed past without etiquette and looked at it doubtfully. His eyes slowly brightened. Apparently he was attracted by the inscription on the painting: "Collected Sentences of Zeng Disheng in Xiangxiang"!
——Zeng Guofan’s own calligraphy!
John subconsciously moved closer, subconsciously squatted down, and looked at the two lines of characters on the banner that were half pavilion style and half mountain forest style. He looked at the painting with an obsessed expression, breathed heavily, and asked enthusiastically:
"Is it the couplet that says 'The sky shines on the sea and there are countless flowers, and the flowing water and the high mountains make the heart aware of itself'?"
"Autographed by Zeng Wenzhenggong?" John asked this question very solemnly, and his eyes changed.
"Yes, Mr. John, you are already a China expert. This painting has been authenticated by Mr. Wang Shixiang. It is Zeng Wenzheng's handwriting. In order to appease those in the Hunan Army, Zeng Wengong wrote it himself in the big account.
, which means that he and everyone are like mountains and rivers, and his whole heart should be loyal to Chao Yan, and should not covet any title or fame."
After saying this, John felt like he was holding his breath. He stood up slowly and looked at Bai Yachang, "You know, our friendship is very important, so I will keep the matter of my little girl under control for you, but you have to make sure not to let her go to the top next time."
Is it okay for women to participate in this sport again?”
Bai Yachang smiled faintly.
The auspicious day is the first day of the third month of the lunar calendar, Wang Yaxi's birthday, and it is also the day when Chengsheng Gang Zhongren Society opens the incense hall.
Today the CEO has a messy bald head. He is wearing a large white silk cardigan, black silk trousers, and a one-foot-wide red belt around his waist. He looks majestic: Open the incense hall, please invite me.
At this time, in the spring of 1935, Wang Yaxi held a grand and grand apprenticeship ceremony in his residence on Haige Road (Houhuashan Road) in Shanghai.
In the Wang's residence, there are hanging lights and colorful decorations, the floor is covered with red carpets, there are famous calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and there are red sandalwood chairs beside them, all decorated with brocade. The hall is the incense hall, with the tablet and portrait of Emperor Guan Sheng in the middle, and ten incense burners are burned on the table.
A pair of huge red candles weighing 100 pounds, dancing with dragons and playing with beads, are dazzling in flames. Inside the bronze furnace, sandalwood is scented. In the curl of green smoke, a couplet can be seen, posted on both sides of the statue of Guan Gong:
First couplet: Master Wolong, friend Zilong, Master Long gets friends;
Second line: Brother Xuande, brother Yide, brother De and brother De.
At about 10 o'clock, the old man Wang Yayan was wearing a blue-and-white satin robe, a mandarin jacket with embroidered Chinese characters for longevity, a black satin melon skin hat with red beads on his head, and double-beam black Zhigong cloth shoes with a red bead on his head. His face was full of red light, and he was surrounded by a group of people.