Chapter eight hundred and ninety seventh to see Du Yuesheng
After breakfast, Han Baihang called Gao Hongyi and ordered a car to be prepared. He wanted to meet someone.
Gao Hongyi knew that the person he wanted to meet was the owner of the villa last night, so he quickly asked Han Baihang how many people he planned to bring with him.
Han Baihang smiled softly and said, "I won't take anyone with me, just you and me."
Gao Hongyi waved his hand quickly: "No, Commander, this is too dangerous. He is the most ruthless person in Shanghai. He is Du Yuesheng, the leader of the Qing Gang and the leader of the gangsters. If you go like this, you may not be able to come out. No, no, yes.
It’s too dangerous, I can’t say anything to let you go!”
Han Baihang chuckled and said, aren't they just gangsters? We have seen a lot of gangsters, big and small. What's there to worry about? Gangsters are human beings too. Besides, I don't think Du Yuesheng is an unreasonable person. Let's go.
I'm being reasonable. I'm not going to fight for my life. Don't be so nervous. Just go with me. Then I asked if the car was ready.
"Commander, the car is ready." Gao Hongyi was still a little worried.
"Okay, let's go, why bother?"
"Teacher, please think about it again, what should you do if... this?" Gao Hongyi said hesitantly.
"You've fought a lot of fucking battles, big and small, and you've killed enough people to fill a platoon. I didn't see you working so hard at that time. Get in the car and let's go!"
A pair of black classic cars passed through the bustling streets of Shanghai and stopped steadily in front of Du Yuesheng's mansion. Along the way, they never encountered anything like last night.
Gao Hongyi got out of the car and quickly ran over to help Han Baihang open the door and welcome him out.
Originally, according to the relationship between the two of them, there was no need to be so quarrelsome, but after all, they were outside. Gao Hongyi felt that people could not underestimate Han Baihang. He had to be strong enough so that others could take him seriously.
Han Baihang thinks it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you have a posture or not. It's enough that you can take the benefits when you leave. As for the face, it's not very important. As long as you have the strength, even if you come here on foot today, others will have to worry about it.
Run over to greet you. If you are not good at it, even if there is an army behind you, no one will take it seriously. This is the cruel law of this world. Only the strong can win respect.
The car stopped at the door of the Du family mansion, and someone came over to ask. Gao Hongyi took out Han Baihang's greeting card and handed it over. When he saw that the person was Mr. Han, who was famous in Shanghai and had been in the limelight recently, he quickly bowed and hurriedly
He ran in to report. After a while, a thin and energetic Manchu wearing a long gown came out to greet him. Han Baihang knew that this man was the famous Qinggang leader Du Yuesheng.
Du Yuesheng was born into a poor family and grew up from a gang step by step. He didn't know a single word in Dou Da. He only read books for four months when he was a child and could barely write his own name. However, he respected scholars all his life and himself
He also likes to wear long robes to show his elegance. Although he is also a gangster and has done a lot of killing and stealing things, he has never been ambiguous in his national interests. He can be called a classic gangster. Han Baihang still respects such people.
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Seeing Du Yuesheng walking over quickly, Han Baihang also took two quick steps. The two bowed to each other and exchanged greetings.
Du Yuesheng naturally praised Han Baihang warmly, "Mr. Han is indeed well-deserved. Heroes have been born since ancient times. It is a blessing for the country to have talents like Mr. Han!"
Han Baihang also laughed and said politely, "Mr. Du is overly complimentary. Han is just one of thousands of ordinary soldiers. He did something that Chinese soldiers should do. How can he deserve such praise? Du, on the other hand, is
Sir, I owe a lot to you for being able to keep this vast world of Shanghai in order!"
Du Yuesheng said, not sure whether it was politeness or genuine admiration, "Mr. Han said it well. If all our Chinese soldiers could be like Mr. Han, then the country would have hope! Hi! After talking for a long time, he was still standing outside the door.
Mr. Han, please come inside! As he said that, he made a slight gesture of invitation with his right hand and walked ahead to lead the way."
The two parties sat down in the hall, and the maid brought the best West Lake Longjing. Han Baihang took a sip, and the aroma of tea immediately filled his nostrils, and he felt refreshed and praised the tea!
Han Baihang praised, put down his tea cup and mentioned what happened last night intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed: "It's not peaceful in this world. Han was assassinated last night and couldn't sleep at night. I woke up very sleepy this morning. After drinking
After a sip of Mr. Du's tea, I immediately felt much better!"
Du Yuesheng was shocked, "I wonder what scare Mr. Han received last night?"
Han Baihang said: "I was preparing to eat something on the roadside last night. Who knew that a killer suddenly appeared and came straight at me with a bright knife. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I might not be able to see you today!"
Du Yuesheng put down the tea cup, "Oh? Is there such a thing? I wonder if Mr. Han has ever caught the murderer?"
"I caught him, but he escaped later!" Han Baihang played with the tea lid and glanced meaningfully at Du Yuesheng's face.
Du Yuesheng felt relaxed in his heart, but said with a serious expression on his face: "I didn't expect that this killer would be able to do this! But Mr. Han, don't worry, I dare not say that in other places, in this big Shanghai, who wouldn't do this?"
I, Du Yuesheng, am a bit thin-faced, and there are people who want to assassinate Mr. Han, who are trying to get in trouble with me, Du Yuesheng. Don’t worry, as long as you are still in Shanghai, there is no one who I, Du Yuesheng, cannot find!"
Han Baihang smiled but didn't smile, "Mr. Laudu really took the trouble. But..."
"Mr. Han, what's the matter?" Du Yuesheng's face sank slightly,
Han Baihang picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said with a smile: "But last night, some of my subordinates may have been dazzled, and they actually said that the assassin ran into Mr. Du's house. They were really talking nonsense, and I was slapped twice.
He was a big-hearted scold and was given a scolding. Mr. Du couldn't do such a thing if he really spread rumors, right, Mr. Du?"
Du Yuesheng was secretly frightened, got angry, slapped the table and cursed: "Damn it, do you know some little red guy put a shit basin on my head? Whose life I want, do you need to be so secretive? Ah?"
Han Baihang smiled and said, "Let me just say, one of my subordinates made a mistake. Mr. Du, don't be angry. This is just a small thing. We don't need to get angry over such a small thing. What do you think?"
"Oh? It turns out that Mr. Han has more important things to do when he comes to visit today?" Du Yuesheng frowned and breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Baihang looked at Du Yuesheng and said calmly: "That's natural. If it's just for these unreasonable things, why would Han come here to disturb Mr. Du?"
"Mr. Han, although Du Yuesheng has been in charge of the Youth Gang for so many years, he is not afraid of you being exposed. He is still a rough man at heart. He only knows how to fight and kill, and does not understand the twists and turns of educated people. I only know that the principle of fists is hard, Han
Commander, if you have anything else to do, it's better to get straight to the point! Du Yuesheng stood up and stared into Han Baihang's eyes. He knew that Han Baihang must not be here just to ask questions, otherwise he would be the troops.
Han Baihang pushed the tea cup away, laughed and said: "I like Mr. Du as a cheerful person, so I won't hide it. I came to see Mr. Du to ask Mr. Du to buy a batch of arms!"
