Chapter two hundred and eighty fourth sword in hand
Looking at Zhao San's calm back, Han Baihang felt more and more terrible about this person, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the more powerful Zhao San was, it proved that he was not far away from being innocent.
So Han Baihang safely handed over the negotiation matters to Zhao San, and went upstairs to rest with Lu Lanchun's support.
Lu Lanchun put Han Baihang on the bed and was about to go out, when Han Baihang suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Lu Lanchun back.
"What are you doing?" Lu Lanchun said shyly, her face red to the root of her neck.
Han Baihang held Lu Lanchun on his lap, rested his head on Lu Lanchun's shoulder, and said softly: "I'm so tired, can you stay with me?"
Lu Lanchun twisted her body slightly, as if she wanted to escape from Han Baihang's clutches, and whispered: "If you are tired, go to bed early. If this spreads, how will I behave?"
Han Baihang closed his eyes and said casually: "You will be my wife sooner or later, are you still afraid of what others will say?"
Lu Lanchun exclaimed and stammered: "Who...who wants to be your wife, shameless."
Although saying this, Lu Lanchun's face was obviously filled with a happy smile. Han Baihang suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Lanchun and said very solemnly: "If you don't marry me, who are you going to marry?"
Looking at Han Baihang's serious expression, Lu Lanchun panicked and said in a panic: "I didn't, I... it's just me..."
Seeing Lu Lanchun's embarrassed look, Han Baihang suddenly laughed, scraped Lu Lanchun's nose with his hand and said, "Do you know, you look so cute now."
Lu Lanchun realized that Han Baihang was teasing her on purpose. She puffed out her cheeks and said coquettishly, "I'm ignoring you! Humph!"
With that said, she pushed Han Baihang away and rushed out of the room as if running away. As soon as Lu Lanchun opened the door, she ran into Zhao San who was looking for her.
Zhao San looked at the two of them curiously. Lu Lanchun looked like a child who had done something wrong and was caught. She lowered her head and covered her hot face, and ran outside.
Han Baihang put his hands behind his head and said with a smile: "Even running away looks so good."
Zhao San glanced at Han Baihang and said: "I have already discussed it with them, and they will fully assist us."
Han Baihang's face suddenly darkened and he asked in a low voice: "What are the conditions?"
Zhao Sandao: "Overthrow Zhang Renkui and make Huang Jinrong the real boss of the Youth Gang."
"Just take control of this matter yourself. If you have any problems, report to me at any time." At some point, Han Baihang seemed to have regained the feeling of being a company commander and gave orders to his subordinates. The two of them seemed to understand this change in roles.
, didn’t feel strange at all.
In other words, this kind of role allocation should be the right one. Zhao San nodded and walked towards the door.
Han Baihang looked at the night outside the window, and a strange thought suddenly came to his mind: What would happen if history was changed?
A red sun slowly climbed into the sky amid the high-pitched crow of roosters, doing its best to dispel the haze over the city.
Han Baihang got up and went downstairs. Yesterday's mess was long gone, only the broken windows still announced the fierce battle last night.
Zhao San and Li Si had already gotten up and were sitting around the table, eating breakfast cooked by Lu Lanchun.
Han Baihang walked to the table, and Lu Lanchun immediately filled a bowl of white porridge and placed it in front of him.
"What is your plan? Can you tell me a little bit now?" Han Baihang asked, gently stirring the steaming white porridge.
Zhao San slowly drank up the white porridge in the bowl, put the chopsticks neatly on the bowl, said "thank you" to Lu Lanchun, then turned to Han Baihang and said: "Zhang Renkui is nothing more than using public opinion and fabricating
The reason for coming out is just to get higher. As long as you know these two points, this game will not be difficult to break."
"You mean, we can also use public opinion to make me a hero?"
"That's right." Zhao San nodded and said: "Now in China, there are two types of people who are powerful and powerful. One is students, and the other is workers. Maybe everyone hasn't noticed it yet, but as time goes by, who will
Whoever masters these two forces can gain the greatest initiative."
Han Baihang looked at Zhao San. From the experience of later generations, to a certain extent, it was students and workers who pushed history forward. But between these two forces, there should be a third force, that is
Peasants are the creators of history.
If Han Baihang hadn't had the experience of later generations, it would have been impossible for him to discover these two forces like Zhao San did.
Zhao San paused and continued: "So I plan to..."
Han Baihang suddenly interrupted: "You can figure out what to do specifically. You don't have to report everything to me. Just go ahead and make arrangements. I'll go out to see an old friend later, and the rest will be covered.
give it to you."
After drinking up the cold white porridge in the bowl, Han Baihang called Lu Lanchun over and asked Lu Lanchun to help her out of the villa.
After arriving at the French Concession, the streets undoubtedly became a lot noisier. Ever since Zhao San pushed him to the throne last night, Han Baihang had a strange feeling. Zhao San was no longer scary, but an indestructible weapon in his hands.
Sharp sword.
As soon as he figured out this link, Han Baihang felt suddenly enlightened. Many things that he had been unable to figure out before suddenly became clear to him, and his steps became much easier. When working with smart people, everything seemed to have become simpler.
"What are you thinking about, so happy?" Lu Lanchun looked at Han Baihang's smiling face and asked in confusion.
Han Baihang hugged Lu Lanchun's shoulders and said with a smile: "I'm laughing at myself, I'm so stupid!"
Lu Lanchun didn't know why, so she didn't say much, but asked: "Who are we going to see?"
Han Baihang said in a deep voice: "Go see my elder brother."
Seeing Han Baihang's sudden change of expression, Lu Lanchun closed her mouth knowingly and walked quietly with Han Baihang.
Standing in front of the gambling stall, Han Baihang felt like he was in another world. Business at the gambling stall was as good as ever, but the gambling officer had changed.
Han Baihang walked up to the gambler, threw a silver dollar into the gambler's arms and asked, "Where is Ami?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the gambling stall suddenly became silent, and you could hear a needle drop. All eyes fell on Han Baihang and the two of them.
Slowly, some gamblers put down their gambling equipment, clenched their fists and surrounded Han Baihang and the two. Some directly grabbed the remaining money and ran out of the gambling stall.
The two thugs guarding the place quietly closed the door of the gambling stall. The gambling stall suddenly became dark.
Lu Lanchun held Han Baihang's arm and looked at the people around her nervously, like a frightened rabbit.