Na Miantang smiled grimly: "Marshuai Zhang, the ground on Shanghai Beach is always very small even though the mountains and rivers don't change. I miss you so much."
Zhang Chenglin looked dissatisfied and said forcefully: "Luck doesn't always come to you. Where have you been recently?"
Na Miantang stared at Zhang Chenglin closely, unwilling to talk about the past. He changed the subject and said straight to the point: "Well, there is no place. I just went outside and met some Japanese. I really didn't know that the Japanese dared to be so rampant in the concession.
"
"What do you want?"
There was a look in Mian Tang's eyes, and there was a murderous intent in his whole person: "Are you comfortable living with the Japanese? With your current status and property, aren't you satisfied? You want to get involved in such a disgraceful thing
?This kind of thing is just a rat crossing the street, and everyone can kill it."
The wine glass in Zhang Chenglin's hand trembled, and the red wine almost spilled out. He stared at Mian Tang and gritted his teeth, hating him to the bone: "Were you the one that day?"
Na Mian Tang moved freely and patted the elder on the shoulder like a little boss: "I thought the misinformation was true."
Zhang Chenglin looked at him and analyzed the authenticity of his words, "Don't be impulsive, young man, our Sanxin Company has the final say in Shanghai. Killing people to death is as easy as killing an ant. Don't get me wrong, I am not a grudge-bearing person."
Man, I’m just a businessman.”
This is already Zhang Chenglin's threat mixed with hints.
Na Miantang sneered and retorted: "I have never been afraid of being blackmailed. My Miantang has been traveling around the world for nearly 20 years. Many people in Shanghai know that I give one life for another. This is my principle! Your Sanxin Company
You are powerful, but my wife doesn't want to think of you as a god. If you don't agree with me, you can try to disturb my woman again. It's not like once or twice for me to take risks. Maybe you
Don’t forget how I dealt with Qi Mazi. Qi Mazi was cruel and cruel, and he didn’t give in to either black or white, but I dealt with him with a flying knife."
The muscles on Zhang Chenglin's face jumped: "Don't tell me the principles of justice. Everyone knows it in our hearts! Don't show off your courage and ruin the future of the entire Rensheng Society for the life of a woman, and even affect Hongmen. Young people, don't
Acting on our own initiative, we bought each other favors without any effort on our part."
Na Miantang suppressed his surprise and disgust, and laughed angrily: "You are too self-righteous! We are going to take a gamble and see if you, Marshal Zhang, will become a national scum after five years?"
John came over again with a gentleman's pace. He was obviously very satisfied with his people's arrangements and pointed out to the two of them: "I don't want to hear bad news from any of you, otherwise I will be angry."
John is a China expert, and of course he is proficient in Chinese. Now Consul John has the final say in the concession, and everyone understands the weight of his anger. Mian Tang and Zhang Chenglin both nodded and said yes. Neither of them looked at the other and raised their heads.
Laughing loudly, in the eyes of others, it is like a long-lost friend chatting about happy things and having a deep friendship.
After the dinner, a black Lincoln drove directly from the Liuguo Hotel to the Wang Yayan Mansion.
The night had sunk deep into the night, and it began to rain lightly. The fallen leaves covered the tree-lined paths, and the blue smoke passed by the car window. Na Miantang closed his eyes to rest, he was really too tired, so tired
He left his true identity in the fog of Shanghai late at night. Tonight, he received a call from his adoptive father. He didn’t know what happened, but he knew that he had not communicated seriously with his adoptive father since he came home as a drunkard. Moreover, his adoptive father had recently been away from home.
The activities were also frequent, and his adoptive father did not let him participate in many things because he did not want him to get into trouble.
It was past eleven o'clock at night when Na Miantang returned to the prince's mansion. He collapsed on the sofa exhausted and did not want to get up. The servant told Na Miantang that Mr. Wang was waiting for him in the ancestral hall. Na Miantang knew that his adoptive father needed an answer.
The so-called ancestral hall is a separate room in a private room in the prince's palace, where the grandfathers and parents of the Wang family are hung. It is used for worship. It is usually held on the New Year's Eve or important events. It is usually locked and is not allowed.
Anyone can enter at will. Of course, there is a small secret in that house. There is a secret room and it is quite soundproof. The main reason is that there is a portrait of Na Miantang's father, the former guard of the Qing Dynasty, Mr. Wang, which is a secret about Na Miantang's identity.
, only three people in the world know this secret - Wang Yayan, Bai Zhengchang, and Na Miantang.
When Na Miantang walked into the secret room of the small ancestral hall, he knew.
Wang Yayan was wearing a robe, with a calm face, sitting in the room. On one side of the table were the memorial tablets of her parents, and she was offering an imperial sword. This sword was commended by the Qing Dynasty, and the royal family bestowed the dragon sword. The dragon sword is long.
Eight feet long, the handle is hard and cold. The handle is painted with a coiled dragon. On the front, it says "Given the Dharma Protector Disk Knife" and on the back, it reads "Loyalty and Righteousness". The ancestor of that family was an important minister of the Qing Dynasty, so I waited a moment before offering sacrifices to the emperor.
It means not forgetting the roots, and secondly, it represents the family law. No matter how the world changes, one can never forget the ancestors. Na Miantang thought about how he and his adoptive father could avoid suffering from the family law in a relatively peaceful environment.
"Kneel down!" Wang Yayan said sharply.
The principle of Mian Tang's work outside is to kill everyone! But the principle at home is that those who understand the current affairs are heroes.
Na Mian Tang knelt down respectfully.
"When the Rensheng Gang broke away from the Ax Gang and formed its own faction, what did I teach you?"
"Mian'er inherited the court's teachings from a young age, and only knew how to serve the country with loyalty, save the people by being good at the world, strive for success, and benefit the world economically."
"Now, you are confronting the Qinghong Gang and the Japanese. With the orders of your parents and the words of the matchmaker, you have also made a lifelong decision for yourself in the newspapers." Wang Yaxi sneered, "Do you still have to go out to drink rats at a fixed time now?
Medicine."
"Father, you misunderstood." Na Miantang said.
"I dare to give you rat poison, and you have the guts to drink it all. Tell me honestly, what should Bai Wei do?"
"This beautiful lady is not my favorite," Na Miantang said cautiously.
"Who do you love, Lu Lanchun? I heard that this time I will stand up for her. Marry her back someday."
"Does the adoptive father want to tell the truth?"
"speak!"
"The Huns are not destroyed, so Mian'er will be taken without marriage." Mian Tang's words were concise and concise.
This was the most sonorous and powerful answer Wang Yaxiang had ever heard.
Wang Yayan's eyes were bright, but her words became more and more severe: "Okay! What a home for the Xiongnu before they are exterminated. What if Mao Jiujiu is willing to marry?"
"Marry." Na Miantang showed an intriguing smile. Na Miantang thought sharply. He knew that his adoptive father had long wanted him to get married as soon as possible. Only by passing on the incense to the family would he live up to his original adopter's trust.
.Wang Yaxiang was shouting in all directions, and the flags were waving all over the world. All the developments came from this incident.
He stood up, walked to the memorial tablet of Miantang's biological father, and stood with his hands behind his back.
"You are affected by your parents, tell me honestly in front of your parents, do you want to dare to go into the tiger's den to grab food alone again? Do you want to shed a lot of blood for the beauty! Have you forgotten your parents' high expectations?
!Our nation will inevitably fall into war and chaos. We are born in troubled times. You have talent, personality and understanding. Saving the country sometimes requires not only fighting and killing, but also relying on the economy. If you fall,
The Rensheng Gang might be changed by others, and this flag should no longer be peeked at - because it is not just your personal matter, it is about revitalizing the gang and saving the country! But you are treating it like child's play!"
Na Miantang looked at Wang Yayan and said affectionately: "The Japanese have been making frequent moves recently. Many people in the National Government are in Cao's camp and their hearts are in the Han Dynasty. Their adoptive father is already in his prime. The assassination of national traitors should be handled by his children."
As soon as Miantang finished speaking, Wang Yayan responded with a whip. The whip came so fast and violently that Miantang was caught off guard. A sharp pain shot up his arm, causing his whole body to tense up instantly. There was already a tear in his sleeve.
open.
Wang Yayan raised his head and withdrew the whip with a whoosh. He was cold and said with a strong voice: "Okay, very good, Assistant Rensheng? Are you awake?"
"Father, I have something to say." Na Miantang was also afraid of physical pain.
"Okay, just sober up, and don't mess around with me." Wang Yayan threw the whip onto the stage with a snap, "Tell me, why do you have to fight alone against the Japanese with your own strength?"
"Do what Chinese people should do." Na Miantang replied sincerely.
Wang Yayan's heart was stirred by this sentence.
"My heart has become clear. We are old and still have ambitions to compete. You can no longer interfere in the assassination incident. We should develop the Rensheng Gang well. Don't be afraid of civil servants. Who dares to use military force. As a party with political beliefs, the Surname Communist Party
They have their own moral bottom line and will not rely on political assassinations to eliminate political opponents or give people leverage. But I can do it. I am just a gang leader in Shanghai, but sooner or later Chiang Kai-shek will blame me, so
You can no longer interfere with my affairs - unless you can't even protect Mao Jiujiu."
Na Miantang's expression was calm, and he said calmly: "The king's anger lies thousands of miles away. Although Lao Jiang is not a king at this time, he is better than a king. Now Long Yan is furious. His foster father repeatedly assassinated Lao Jiang, and Lao Jiang
If he escapes this disaster, he will not let his adoptive father sleep peacefully. The last time Mr. Dai came to recruit us, our attitude had already made Lao Jiang murderous. As an adopted son, I will not let my adoptive father be in trouble.
I ask my adoptive father to make Mian'er's heart happy."
Wang Yayan was startled for a moment and looked at the parents of Mian Tang. "Brother, you gave birth to a good son. I am so lucky to see you in Quanxia." He walked to the hut and took out an erhu. This move meant that the meeting was over.
This has been Wang Ya'an's habit for many years. Whenever something happens in her heart, she always likes to play a song. At this time, Na Mian Tang can leave.
Wang Yayan understands Na Miantang just as Na Miantang understands herself. We have been together through ups and downs for more than ten years. This is like passing down will through blood.
The night was dark, and Wang Yayan was alone in the background of the small house. He played the erhu.
A burst of sad and sad music played melodiously from the hut. Wang Yayan used a pair of skillful fingers to play the music score of "Xia Xiqi" and sang in a low voice: