The first day at Yenching University went by very quickly. Geng Chaozhong packed up his dormitory and wandered around the campus.
Yanyuan is very large, covering an area of more than 1,000 acres. There are Western mountains to borrow from outside and springs to draw from inside. Along the way, mountains and rivers are interdependent, lakes and islands are accompanied by them, red walls, gray tiles, carved beams and painted buildings. It is really a beautiful place.
The place also has many students accompanying them, or leaning on the railing to overlook the distance, which adds a bit of humanistic atmosphere to Yanyuan.
After walking around for an afternoon, Geng Chaozhong's depressed mood due to the destruction of Peking Station was relieved. Seeing that the night was getting late, Geng Chaozhong simply trusted the horse and walked out of the school gate.
The suit he was wearing didn't fit him well. Geng Chaozhong simply took it off and put it on his shoulders, which made it a little looser. The glasses on the bridge of his nose were good, but they were myopic lenses. After wearing them for a day, he felt a little dizzy. Geng Chaozhong directly
After smashing the lenses into pieces, it would be much more comfortable to wear an empty frame.
After walking along the royal road for more than an hour, Geng Chaozhong finally returned to the vicinity of Tianshui Hutong. He came here for no other reason than to check whether the Japanese were still nearby, and secondly to see if he could find the person who had narrowly escaped last night.
Several brothers from Peking Station.
It was around seven o'clock in the afternoon, and people were coming and going near the alley. The vendors selling vegetables and cakes were hawking along the street. It seemed that the bustle of the past had long been restored. The bloody storm last night seemed to be just a dream.
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However, as soon as he walked under the big locust tree at the entrance of the alley, Geng Chaozhong noticed something was wrong. The small vendors selling vegetables and the vagrants smoking and wandering around seemed a little strange.
Japanese!
Geng Chaozhong immediately understood that the Japanese had not left here yet, and they still arranged for people to wait and wait!
This is a good habit that Geng Chaozhong developed during his long career as a lurker. Before he came to Tianshui Hutong, he had already recognized all the small merchants and hawkers doing business nearby. Now it seems that the Japanese have not left yet.
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Geng Chaozhong shook his head silently. Among this group of hidden spies, the brothers at Peiping Station were not seen. It seemed that the brothers at Peiping Station were all good, and not many defected to the enemy.
After scanning a few more glances with his peripheral vision, Geng Chaozhong had an idea in his mind. Since the Japanese were waiting for help, he would give them a break today!
Geng Chaozhong stretched out his hand, touched it back and forth a few times on his body, then muttered a few words, and then walked to a small cigarette vendor next to him, and his mouth was fluent in Beijing movies:
"Here comes a pack of big front doors and a box of matches!"
He is from Hebei, so he is familiar with the dialect of the capital city. At least it is much easier than learning the Jiangshan dialect of Zhejiang from the Virtuoso. Within a few days of coming to Peiping, he has already become familiar with Beijing movies.
The hawker nodded, glanced at Geng Chaozhong, took out a box of matches from his pocket, and searched from the cigarette rack for a long time before finding the cigarette with red Zhengyangmen painted on the box and handed it to Geng Chaozhong.
Geng Chaozhong took the cigarette, threw down two cents, and casually made up a name:
"Where is Deng Xiaoxian? Why didn't you see him here today?"
The cigarette seller shook his head and said two words: "I haven't seen it before."
"Hey, you're wrong. Since when did people from the Northeast come to Tianshui Hutong?" Geng Chaozhong was wearing a suit, with his hands on his waist and his legs crossed. He instantly took on the temperament of a Beijing second-rate man, "Deng Chaozhong
Where is Xiaoxian? Isn't he kicked out by you? I can tell you that this Tianshui Hutong is Mr. Hu's territory. You outsiders must be careful. If you break the rules and smash the stall, you will lose your life.
is big!"
"I'm not from the Northeast," the cigarette seller glared at Geng Chaozhong, "I don't know Mr. Hu either."
"Pretend!" Geng Chaozhong glanced at the cigarette seller with disdain, "Among the traders in the Imperial City, are you doing this business? You didn't even say hello when you saw me coming over. What's wrong with you, you little guy selling firesticks?
You bastard, are you a distinguished guest of which palace?"
The dealer was snatched away by Geng Chaozhong, and his face turned red and his neck thickened, but he did not dare to do anything to Geng Chaozhong. When he was at a loss, he couldn't help but cast a sideways glance to the east.
Geng Chaozhong followed the hawker's gaze and immediately saw a man leaning against the wall smoking at the entrance of the alley looking towards him. This man was wearing a hat and a mandarin jacket, and he also looked like a gangster. Geng Chaozhong felt that
There are several, this man seems to be the leader of this group of Japanese.
Having determined his target, Geng Chaozhong sneered a few times, lit up a cigarette, held it between his two fingers, and pointed it at the vendor:
"I won't argue with you today. You can work on the stall first, but today's harvest must be handed in. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't pay the tribute honestly in the future, you won't be able to live well in Tianshui Hutong.
Got it!"
After speaking, Geng Chaozhong shook his hands and grabbed the hawker's money bag. The hawker held on to the money bag tightly but remained silent.
Geng Chaozhong knew that the Japanese agent's vocabulary was limited, so he didn't follow him. He picked up the half-burned cigarette butt with his left hand and twisted it hard on the back of the vendor's hand. A puff of green smoke came out, followed by a burst of meaty aroma.
Then, the hawker screamed and jumped away as if he was electrocuted. Geng Chaozhong laughed loudly, pointed at the hawker and shouted:
"You don't have eyesight, and you don't know who I am. I will give you a memory today!"
The vendor couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards Geng Chaozhong with a tiger's lunge. Geng Chaozhong was already prepared. He raised his foot and kicked the vendor to the ground, including him and the stall, followed immediately by a meal.
He was punched and kicked, and it seemed that he was determined to beat this hawker to death!
This stirred up a hornet's nest. In a blink of an eye, several street vendors and the Japanese in the corner swarmed around Geng Chaozhong. They all surrounded Geng Chaozhong with fierce looks in their eyes, and surrounded Geng Chaozhong tightly.
corner.
Geng Chaozhong trembled all over, as if he was frightened. He quickly stopped his hands and feet, cupped his fists and said:
"Masters, gentlemen, you have something to say!"
The leading Japanese really wanted to kill the gangster in front of him, but he was on a mission and couldn't really cause more trouble, so he could only say this word through gritted teeth:
"roll!"
"Okay, I'll get out, I'll get out."
Geng Chaozhong hunched his body and walked back along the wall with a smile on his face. Just as he was exiting the crowd, Geng Chaozhong suddenly shook his hands, and the coins in his money bag fell like a shower of flowers, instantly hitting everyone on the head.
On your face!
The leading Japanese's line of sight was blocked, so he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt that his waist was empty. He knew something was wrong, and when he was about to make a move, he heard a "bang!"
His chest suddenly became hot, followed by a cold feeling. When he looked down, he saw a bloody hole in his chest that was extremely transparent, and gusts of cold wind passed through his chest, chilling him to the core!
Everyone was dumbfounded. Geng Chaozhong had already held a gun in his hand and fired repeatedly at the Japanese. Unfortunately, these few people had just put their hands on their waists and fell to the ground one after another. Geng Chaozhong laughed, not willing to fight, and separated the crowd.
, and ran towards the outside of the street in a hurry.
Geng Chaozhong ran a few steps when he heard a familiar voice coming from a narrow alley on the side of the road: