Seeing the embarrassment on the face of Pig Ami Wang Qiming, Han Baihang couldn't help but sigh: "This matter is complicated."
Han Baihang hesitated to speak, but Wang Qiming understood and waved to the younger brothers waiting around. Suddenly everyone in the small courtyard left, leaving only Han Baihang and Wang Qiming.
"Brother Han, it's just you and me now. If you have anything to say, just say it."
"It's not that the younger brother refuses to confess, it's really hard to talk about this matter." Han Baihang also knew that if Wang Qiming helped, this matter would be much easier, but selling cigarettes is no different from betraying the country.
Therefore, Han Baihang's face turned red and he refused to speak out. Wang Qiming looked at Han Baihang's troubled face and realized that the matter here might not be simple.
"If you have anything you can say, it's a big deal. I'll take care of it for you today, but it doesn't matter."
Wang Qiming pressed him again and again, but Han Baihang had no choice but to drink a pot of tea and slap it on the table, causing the dishes on the table to jump. Han Baihang gritted his teeth and immediately sold cigarettes to raise military expenses, and was honored by Huang Jin again.
Tell me what was cut off.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Baihang lowered his head and blushed, not daring to look at Wang Qiming. He could only secretly observe Wang Qiming's expression with his peripheral vision.
As expected, Wang Qiming became furious after hearing this. He slapped the table and pointed at Han Baihang's nose and cursed: "I didn't expect you to be such a person. I, Wang Qiming, was shocked. Please! Just pretend that we have never met before."
"Brother Qiming, please listen to my explanation. I have no choice but to do this."
Seeing that Wang Qiming issued an order to expel guests, Han Baihang hurriedly explained, but Wang Qiming did not accept this trick. He opened his mouth and cursed: "We have no choice? In Shanghai, many people were destroyed by the smoke. If it hadn't been for the smoke,
, How can I, the great China, allow outsiders to humiliate me at will? Now that the country is in crisis, you do not want to save the country, but you do such a thing. What is the difference between you and Yuan Shikai, who betrayed his country and sought glory! Even though I, Wang Qiming, am a commoner, I still disdain to talk to you.
If you are a friend, get out of here!"
The more Wang Qiming talked, the more excited he became, and his spittle almost flew to Han Baihang's face, and his words were loud and loud.
Han Baihang also got angry when he was scolded, and he retorted: "I joined the army just to turn the tide before it fell, and to help the building before it fell. Now the domestic divisions are fighting on their own, and the big powers are all around to carve out a piece of flesh and blood from us.
, but you live in a corner and do things that oppress good people, what qualifications do you have to criticize me?"
"You go out and ask around, when did my surnamed Wang ever oppress the good, and when did he do anything that deprived him of his power and humiliated the country?"
"What you say is better than what you sing. If you are so capable, why don't you drive those bastards out of China, and instead sing here!"
"I won't argue with you. In short, by selling cigarettes, you are abandoning your righteousness and abandoning your home and country."
"How can I get the money if I don't buy tobacco? Do you want me to borrow money from those idiots? Without guns and cannons, how can I revive China? Wake up, political power comes from the barrel of a gun. As long as there are guns and cannons
, I don’t care what Russians or Japanese pirates they are, just throw them all into the toilet and eat their shit!”
"These are not excuses for your wanton behavior. You can never sell cigarettes." Although Wang Qiming was still arguing, his tone was much softer and his confidence was not as strong as at the beginning.
Han Baihang sighed softly and said: "If I had a way to raise money, why would I want to take this road? Do you want me to be like them, robbing and plundering, and extracting oil from those poor people?"
Things were difficult. Wang Qiming opened his mouth to say something, but finally fell silent. He clenched his fist and slammed it on the stone table, sighing helplessly.
"Baihang, how old am I? Please listen to my advice." Wang Qiming said earnestly: "I can see that you are not a thing in the pool. This harmful thing must never be seen again in the future.
Touched."
Han Baihang shook his head and sighed: "Brother Qiming, you can rest assured. As long as you get through this difficulty and get the firearm, I will never touch this ghost thing again."
Wang Qiming patted Han Baihang on the shoulder and said: "I believe you. I will help you think of a way to deal with this matter and see if you can contact Huang Jinrong and ask him to return the cigarettes to you."
Wang Qiming gritted his teeth when he said the word "Yantou", wishing he could chew the word and swallow it in his stomach. Han Baihang also knew that Wang Qiming was just a small leader at best now, not a powerful man who would gather in Taihu Lake in the future. He really didn't want to involve him in this.
thing.
"Brother Qiming, please don't say this. I have already left this matter to others, so I won't bother you."
"Are you talking about Yang Zhenhua from the Hong Gang?" Wang Qiming blinked his eyes with a look of disdain on his face. Han Baihang nodded and said: "He is a local gangster in Shanghai, and I have already gotten rid of Mr. Zhou Jingyu from the Henan Guild Hall. This
There should be news in two days."
Wang Qiming composed himself, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table and said, "Your movements are quite fast. But I think you may be disappointed."
Han Baihang was stunned and asked in confusion: "Brother Qiming, what do you mean by this?"
Wang Qiming chuckled and said: "First of all, I don't care whether Yang Zhenhua's Nantong affairs go well, but Zhou Jingyu will suffer a heavy loss. I'm afraid Huang Huangrong already knows about your coming to Shanghai."
Wang Qiming's eyes shot out two rays of wisdom, which made Han Baihang's skin ache. He asked inexplicably: "Is there any twists and turns in this?"
"Speaking of it, this incident can be regarded as a past event. Ordinary people really don't know about it."
"Oh? I'm asking Brother Qiming for help."
Wang Qiming said calmly: "You must know one of Zhou Jingyu's hobbies."
"Can't you have fun without gambling?" Han Baihang said tentatively.
Wang Qiming nodded, took a sip of tea from his cup and said: "Zhou Jingyu was deceived when he was in Shanghai World. He was saddled with hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt and almost pawned the Henan Guild Hall."
Han Baihang frowned and said with some disbelief: "There is such a thing, why didn't I know about it?"
Wang Qiming smiled and said: "Of course you don't know, because he has never told this matter, and only a few people know about it."
Han Baihang behaved this time and stopped talking, quietly listening to Wang Qiming continue: "That time Huang Huangrong canceled Zhou Jingyu's debts and gave him hundreds of oceans, which was regarded as a good relationship with him.
"
"It's because I'm so ignorant that there is such a thing." Han Baihang touched the hard stubble on his chin and thought to himself.
He originally thought that even if Yang Zhenhua couldn't hire Zhang Renkui, with Zhou Jingyu on hand, he might be able to get in touch with Huang Jinrong and discuss things.
In this case, it will undoubtedly alert the snake. I am afraid that Huang Huangrong will immediately take away the smoke in his hand when he hears the news. At that time, he will be in vain.