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446 [Seeing Blood]

During the Republic of China, many arts showed unprecedented prosperity.

Not to mention traditional opera arts such as Peking Opera, Yue Opera, Sichuan Opera, Henan Opera, Anhui Opera, Bangzi, Crosstalk, Dagu, etc., let’s just say that the painting industry has also ushered in a golden period of development.

Hundreds of art groups have sprung up across the country, such as the Chinese Painting Research Society in Peking, the Hushe Painting Society, the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Research Society in Shanghai, the Oriental Painting Society, the Tianma Society, the Qingyou Society in Lingnan, and the Jingmei Art Society.

, Chinese Painting Research Association, etc.

The Green Canal Painting Society in Tianjin is very famous in the Beijing-Tianjin area and has produced many masters of traditional Chinese painting and cartoons. The main founder of the Green Canal Painting Society is now the Kuomintang spy and the future Kuomintang Tianjin Party Headquarters

Secretary Su Jiheng.

On December 28, Su Jiheng's personal painting exhibition opened grandly in the French Concession in Tianjin.

"Brother Changtai (Su Jiheng), congratulations!" Sun Xiaomeng clasped her fists in congratulations.

Su Jiheng happily pulled Sun Xiaomeng and said, "Uncle, please come in quickly. Thank you for coming to show me your face!"

Sun Xiaomeng is a famous traditional Chinese painting master in Tianjin. Like Su Jiheng, he was taught by Chen Shizeng. However, Chen Shizeng was a disciple of the acting master (Wu Changshuo). Strictly speaking in terms of seniority, Su Jiheng is one generation younger than Sun Xiaomeng.

Later Chinese painting masters Sun Gong, Yu Moding and others were all disciples of Sun Xiaomeng.

After Sun Xiaomeng entered, Zhao Songsheng, a master of traditional Chinese painting, also came over, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Changtai, congratulations!"

Su Jiheng said quickly: "Brother Yuan Tao, I'm so ashamed! I'm not good at my art, so please ask my brother Yazheng."

"Haha, brother Changtai, don't be humble." Zhao Song laughed and patted Su Jiheng on the shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Naili, Zhou Weishan, Li Shandao, Chen Yuandu, Lu Wenyu and others came one after another, all well-known figures in the painting circles from Beijing and Tianjin. Among them, Zhou Weishan was also a cartoonist, and often drew satire and life cartoons in newspapers and magazines.

Wanrong came in a car and said with a smile: "Mr. Su, congratulations!"

"Miss Guo, you...you are here too." Su Jiheng was very surprised to see Wanrong. He thought the message he sent out was not delivered.

Fang Jianzhou suddenly walked out of the exhibition hall and said enthusiastically: "You must be Miss Guo. I like your "The Wanderings of San Mao" very much. The painting is really good!"

Wanrong smiled and said: "Where, thanks to the wrong love."



The art exhibition was bustling with activity, but at the second-floor window of the small western-style building opposite, there was a telescope peeking out from the cracks in the curtains.

Zheng Zhengyin used a telescope to spy for a long time, then turned around and said to Zhou Hexuan: "It's normal here. No suspicious people were found. The other party probably wanted to rob people and leave through the back door."

"Then we have to leave it to Xue Dian and the others." Zhou Hexuan said.

Zheng Zhengyin asked: "How about I go over there to help?"

"No, follow the original plan. You are responsible for guarding the front door to prevent accidents." Zhou Hexuan quickly stopped him.

Since it was in the French Concession, neither Yoshiko Kawashima nor Zhou Hexuan dared to make trouble in a big way. Firearms such as pistols were best not used if possible, lest they attract concession patrols and make things worse.

Zhou Hexuan invited more than a dozen teachers and students from the Tianjin Martial Arts Hall, as well as dozens of gangsters from the Youth Gang, which should be more than enough to deal with the Japanese spies. If something goes wrong, there are still people who are responsible for blowing the whistle to call for help from the patrol room. There are already people at the patrol room

Things are ready.



Back door, back street.

Xue Dian wore a hat and was chewing sugar cane. He glanced randomly and quickly locked onto a car parked on the street.

Zhao Daoxin quickly came to Xue Dian and whispered: "Uncle, there is something wrong with four people in the exhibition hall. They are obviously looking at paintings, but they have been secretly following Miss Wanrong."

Zhao Daoxin is a martial arts genius. He only learned martial arts for three months and defeated several masters in Tianjin. He made a sensation in the Tianjin martial arts world and will grow into the top martial artist in my country in the future.

Xue Dian ordered: "Keep an eye on them, don't scare them off, and put them down one by one slowly."

"Okay!" Zhao Daoxin was extremely excited. He was young and passionate and liked to play such exciting games.

Zhao Daoxin returned to the exhibition hall quietly, but Xue Dian said to himself: "That's not right. Since the Japanese want to kidnap people, they should hold the exhibition in the Japanese Concession. The French Concession is too obstructive!"

Xue Dian gnawed on the sugar cane and walked slowly without leaving a trace, his eyes peering at the entire street like a laser scan.

Arriving at a candy seller's stall, Xue Dian asked, "Did you find anything?"

"That car is suspicious," the vendor said.

"Damn it, you, such a loser, actually want five big characters, I won't buy it!" Xue Dian cursed and left.

Xue Dian continued to walk forward, and soon he discovered that something was wrong. There were two back doors in the small foreign-style building. There was a gambling stall outside one of the back doors, and more than a dozen idle men were gambling and drinking.

"Betting on Pai Gow? I'll give it a try too." Xue Dian leaned over and said.

The stall owner said impatiently: "Go, go, don't make trouble, there are no seats."

Xue Dian said with a smile: "Then let me take a look."

Several gamblers quietly exchanged glances, one of them pursed his lips, and the other blinked in understanding. The latter slapped Pai Gow fiercely and cursed: "Fuck, you lost again!" He turned around and glared at Xue Dian, and cursed: "Get out of here!

, don’t get into trouble with me!”

"Hey, you still blame me when you lose? I'm too lazy to look." Xue Dian stepped back angrily, but his eyes glanced at the sewer cover under the gambling stall.

There are no sewers in the old city of Tianjin, nor in the Japanese Concession. They can only rely on open ditches for drainage, which is all kinds of dirty and messy. But in the French Concession, the British Concession and the German Concession, there are sewers, and people can be taken away quietly.

.

Xue Dian walked to the shoe shine stall and said to a customer who was shining shoes: "Look where the drainage channel leads, and be careful not to be discovered."

The shoeshine customer paid and left, and soon found two sewer manhole covers. As expected, there was a car parked next to one of the covers.

After receiving the news, Xue Dian took out his pocket watch and ordered: "In five minutes, let's do it together!"

A group of Youth Gang gangsters quickly swarmed outside the gambling stall and overturned the stall: "Damn it, you dare to set up a game on my territory, have you ever visited the dock? Fight me!"

In the blink of an eye, those gamblers were fighting with the Green Gang gangsters, while Capt. Hua, who was patrolling in the distance, turned a blind eye.

The person responsible for responding next to the sewer cover met Xue Dian, the god of murder. Madman Xue held a cigarette in his mouth, slapped the car door and said, "Brother, please borrow a fire."

"No, you can find someone else." The driver said impatiently.

"We are all men. How can we go out without being angry," Xue Dian urged with a smile, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

The driver depressedly took out a box of matches, held it out the window and said, "Light the fire and leave immediately."

"What if I don't leave?"

Xue Dian suddenly grabbed the driver's wrist, pulled it out hard, and stabbed it with a dagger. In an instant, a bloody hole appeared in the driver's throat.

The person sitting in the back row was a Japanese. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he quickly drew his gun. In his panic, he even said in Japanese: "Baga!"

When the opponent pulled out a gun, Xue Dian quickly opened the rear door and shot the dagger in his hand as a flying knife. The Japanese subconsciously raised his arm to block, and his forearm was immediately hit by the flying dagger.

Xue Dian took advantage of this opportunity, jumped directly into the car, and hugged the Japanese. In just a few seconds, the Japanese stopped moving. There was a dagger stuck in his left chest with only the handle exposed.

Over there in the exhibition hall, Zhao Daoxin pushed an "audience" who was watching the art exhibition and cursed: "Damn, you are blind! You stepped on my toes!"

"You must have made a mistake." The other party said depressedly.

"You're wrong, you motherfucker!" Zhao Daoxin punched him fiercely.

The blow was fast and hard, hitting the opponent's temple, causing his eyes to turn white and he fainted immediately.

"What are you doing?" The man's companion came over quickly.

Zhao Daoxin's senior fellow apprentices also came to help, and a scuffle broke out between the two sides, scaring other people in the exhibition hall into screaming.

Suddenly someone, a painter, shouted: "Kill someone!"

But both sides used knives. Zhao Daoxin and his friends had many people on their side, and they were all martial arts masters. They stabbed each other with knives randomly and stabbed them all to death.

After overthrowing the enemy, Brother Zhao Daoxin took advantage of the chaos to escape, and soon disappeared among the crowd.

According to subsequent statistics, a total of nine Japanese agents and traitors were killed and four were seriously injured. Unfortunately, Yoshiko Kawashima was never seen from the beginning to the end, and the old Japanese agent named Fang Jianzhou also disappeared.

Zhou Hexuan deeply regretted this, but it was normal to think about it. Kawashima Yoshiko did not need to do it herself, she only had to hide behind the scenes and plan.

In order to resolve the issue once and for all, Wanrong's divorce statement was published in Ta Kung Pao the next day.

As for Kawashima Yoshiko, she is hiding in the Japanese Concession at the moment, hating Zhou Hexuan to death. However, Kawashima Yoshiko has no time to spend time with Zhou Hexuan. She has just received a new mission to go to Shanghai to cause trouble. The bigger the better, the better.

, shifting the focus of various countries from Northeast China to Shanghai.

It was Wanrong's divorce announcement that caused an uproar across the country.


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