Chapter two hundred and nineteen under the guise of tiger skin
Han Baihang complimented on his face: "Then it all depends on Mr. Yang!"
"Easy to say, easy to say." Yang Zhenhua laughed, his eyes wandered around Han Baihang, and asked with a smile: "Captain Han, how much money did you bring to Shanghai this time? This is indispensable."
These words were obviously asking Han Baihang for money to smoothen the relationship. Han Baihang sneered in his heart. Yang Zhenhua, an old bastard, really treated himself as a fool. He wanted to defraud him of his money with just two words. He didn't expose it and smiled.
: "It's not much, tens of thousands of oceans can still be spent."
Yang Zhenhua's eyes lit up, he patted his thigh and said, "It costs tens of thousands of dollars. I guarantee that I can hire Mr. Zhang. No matter how arrogant Huang Huangrong is, he will not dare not to buy Mr. Zhang's face."
Although Han Baihang didn't understand the affairs of the Shanghai Bund, he also knew who Mrs. Zhang was. This person was Zhang Renkui, the envoy of Tonghai Town. Speaking of the Beiyang faction, Zhang Renkui belonged to the Anhui faction and had disciples all over the Jianghuai area. He was the most important member of the Qinggang.
Man, in front of him, Huang Huangrong had to obediently call him master.
If Zhang Renkui could be invited to come forward, it would be worth spending tens of thousands of dollars, but Han Baihang knew that Yang Zhenhua didn't have that much face, and he would definitely not be able to invite Zhang Renkui. If he couldn't see through this trick, Han Baihang wouldn't dare.
Come to the bustling Shanghai beach to do business.
"I have admired Mr. Zhang Renkui for a long time. Mr. Yang only needs to introduce me to Mr. Zhang, and I will take care of the rest." Han Baihang took out a small yellow croaker from his sleeve and pushed it down in front of Yang Zhenhua, even though he knew that Yang Zhenhua was unreliable.
, but in Shanghai, an unfamiliar place, there are many places where Yang Zhenhua can be used, so he still has to get by in terms of face.
Yang Zhenhua glanced at the small yellow croaker on the table, secretly scolding Han Baihang for being cunning and not easy to deceive, he laughed dryly and put the small yellow croaker away: "Put it on me."
Han Baihang stood up and said: "In five days, I will meet Mr. Zhang. Mr. Yang must not forget it."
Yang Zhenhua frowned: "Five days is too short. It takes three days to go to Nantong and back. Mr. Zhang doesn't just see him whenever he wants."
Han Baihang said in a firm tone: "It will change later. I'm afraid that Huang Huangrong will sell the opium. Even if we find Mr. Zhang, it will not help. Don't forget that this batch of opium also contains your share of Mr. Yang's money."
Yang Zhenhua was silent now. If he could sell this batch of opium, he could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars, but the Qing Gang couldn't afford to offend him. He already thought he was unlucky, but when Han Baihang said this, he felt a little bit confused.
Hopefully, Han Baihang is spending money to smooth things over, and if Zhang Renkui can really be invited to come forward, this matter will be beneficial and harmless.
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After leaving Yang Zhenhua's residence, Han Baihang went out and called a rickshaw and ordered: "Go to the Henan Guild Hall!"
He has never been in the habit of putting eggs in one basket. In this era of inconvenient transportation, one relies on relatives and friends when traveling, and the other is relying on fellow villagers. Therefore, the hometown association was born. When encountering local troubles, it is always right to go to the hometown association.
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There are Henan guild halls in the Chinese community and concessions. Han Baihang went to the guild hall in the Chinese community. When he arrived outside the guild hall, he saw many people with Henan accents coming in and out, which was very lively.
After entering the club, a waiter came up to me with an unfamiliar face and asked in Shanghainese: "What can I do for you, sir?"
Han Baihang glanced left and right and said with a smile: "I would like to meet Mr. Da and ask for help."
Mr. Da is the shopkeeper of the club.
The waiter smiled and said: "Looking at your accent, you are not from Henan."
Han Baihang smiled, took out a name card from his pocket and handed it to the clerk. The clerk opened the name card and took a look. It contained a letter of introduction to Yongcheng Guild Hall and an introduction to Han Baihang's identity.
"Captain Han, please come this way." The clerk took Han Baihang into a room and invited him to take a seat and serve tea: "I will go and report to Mr. Da."
"Thank you." Han Baihang said politely, cupping his fists.
After sitting in the room and waiting for more than ten minutes, Han Baihang stood up and listened to the approaching footsteps outside. He saw the waiter leading a man in his forties or fifties, wearing a white robe, in.
"Next week, Jingyu is the shopkeeper of the Henan Guild Hall. I wonder what kind of trouble Mr. Han encountered when he came all the way. Our Guild Hall will do our best to help." The man raised his hand to Han Baihang, and his words were very polite. He looked like a well-informed person.
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"It's not a big deal. It's just that a batch of goods was detained by Huang Jinrong of the Qing Gang. I would like to ask the guild to help me get this batch of goods back." Han Baihang said with a smile.
Zhou Jingyu asked: "May I ask Mr. Han, what is your product?"
"Opium!" Han Baihang didn't shy away from it.
Zhou Jingyu's expression changed, and he immediately waved his sleeves and said angrily: "I'm sorry, our guild hall can't help you with this."
Han Baihang was well prepared and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Da, this batch of opium is not used by Han himself to make profit, but for military expenses."
Zhou Jingyu said with a cold face: "The rules of the guild are not to touch opium. Mr. Han should find someone else."
Han Baihang still smiled and said slowly: "Wu Yushuai arrived in Luoyang, Henan last month. Mr. Da must have read the newspaper."
"I've seen it." Zhou Jingyu frowned and seemed to have thought of something. He asked suspiciously: "What Mr. Han means is that this batch of opium is used by Wu Yushuai for military training."
"Haha, I didn't say anything." Han Baihang denied it, but there was an inexplicable smile on his face.
These words further confirmed Zhou Jingyu's thoughts. Wu Yushuai's name was also very loud in Shanghai. He was a direct boss in the north. There was a report in the newspaper every few days. He couldn't help but think to himself, if this batch of opium belonged to Wu Yushuai, then what would happen to him?
Han Baihang came to ask for help, but it was really hard not to help.
At this time, Han Baihang took out a small piece of paper from his arms and showed it to Zhou Jingyu.
Zhou Jingyu took a closer look and saw that it was an officer's ID card, stamped with a red steel stamp from the 3rd Division of the Beiyang Army. Now he had no doubt that he was there, and his face became respectful: "It turns out that Mr. Han is working for Wu Yushuai, disrespectful.
sorry!"
Han Baihang could only smile in his heart. He was wrong. However, his face sank and he whispered: "Mr. Da, just know it in your heart. Never mention it to others, otherwise you will be killed."
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Zhou Jingyu felt a chill in his heart. He knew the style of the Beiyang warlords and thought that this matter should not be spread randomly. He nodded quickly and said: "I know, I know."
"I'm staying at the Wison Hotel on Anjing Road. If Mr. Da has any news, where can he find me?" Han Baihang left without staying any longer.
Zhou Jingyu hurriedly sent Han Baihang out, called a rickshaw from the guild hall, and watched Han Baihang go away.
Then he returned to the clubhouse, called the owner, and explained everything in detail.
