The ancient capital of Jinling, along the Qinhuai River.
Qinhuai is a place that makes people forget to leave just by hearing its name.
A song sings so many pessimistic moments; a lament sings out so many people's heartstrings; an article expresses the thoughts of so many literati.
Fireworks in brothels, courtesans painting boats, literati and poets, endless pessimism and separations, endless sorrows and hatreds.
Qian Ziming sent a message: "Lei Qiang will drink flower wine at Fengyue Tower by the Qinhuai River in the evening."
The moment he heard the news, Luo Qiwei felt that those people should take action tonight.
Looking at the person who came to deliver the message, he asked, "Why does your boss Lei suddenly want to go to Fengyue Tower tonight?"
"I don't know, little one." I touched the back of my head and said with a smile.
Luo Qiwei took out a 100-yuan legal note and handed it to him, saying, "Go back first. Remember, don't tell anyone what happened when you came to my place."
The younger brother smiled and took the French currency and was about to leave. As he was leaving, he suddenly said: "I remembered it. It seems that the boss's good friend Ding Xiang sent someone to find him and said that he wanted to see him tonight no matter what."
Luo Qiwei nodded and asked someone to send his little brother out.
"Fang Yi, go check on this Ding Xiang. When did she arrive at Fengyue Tower?"
In less than an hour, Fang Yi came back, sat down and took a sip of water and said: "Captain, I have found out clearly that this clove appeared in Fengyue Tower a month ago."
"What's even more interesting is that this Ding Xiang was once the mistress named A Sheng."
"You mean the drunk Asheng who fell into the Qinhuai River and drowned?"
"Yes, that's him."
"It seems that there is something wrong with this Ding Xiang. After Lei Qiang arrives at Feng Yue Tower, you can quietly take Ding Xiang and him away together. I'll go meet the guy selling fried dough sticks."
When Luo Biao learned that Lei Qiang was going to Fengyue Tower to drink wine, he was so angry that he almost rushed out with a gun. Fortunately, his men tried their best to stop him and prevented him from leaving the main hall.
Even so, I was still upset. I slapped the table and yelled: "This person just turned a deaf ear to my words. Who is that? Go and let him calm down for a while."
The boy who was pointed out was about to leave when a boy ran in from outside and whispered something in Luo Biao's ear. He waved his hand and said, "There's no need to go. You all should calm down for a while."
At about five o'clock in the afternoon, Luo Qiwei came to a small restaurant opposite Lei Qiang's house. As soon as he sat down, the waiter came to serve him.
The waiter was dressed as Yan Chunhong. He wiped the table and whispered: "Captain, that guy has been selling fried dough sticks there these days. Look, it's almost dark, and he hasn't left yet."
"Is he the only one here?"
"He is the only one on this land, but there is a rickshaw driver across the street. Fortunately, the brothers were careful, otherwise they would have been discovered."
While he was talking, he saw Lei Qiang coming from a distance, people cheering from behind, and then entered the house.
Not long after Lei Qiang entered the house, the vendor closed the fried dough stick stall and left the place with his cart.
"Yan Chunhong, when you were a child, you led someone to control the rickshaw driver. Gao Jie, follow me. After he has finished delivering the news, invite this guy who sells fried dough sticks to have tea."
Sure enough, under Luo Qiwei's tracking, the vendor left the street and pushed the fried dough stick stall into a courtyard. After a while, he changed into a long gown and came out.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that this man was the vendor selling fried dough sticks not far away not long ago.
He said a few words to the rickshaw driver and seemed to be bargaining, but in Luo Qiwei's eyes, he was passing on information.
Sure enough, the price was not negotiated and he left angrily. But as soon as he reached the alley, Gao Jie covered his mouth and knocked him unconscious. Then he went out from the other end of the alley, stuffed it into the trunk of the car, and drove away.
The whole process went smoothly without any delay...
Fifteen minutes later, one of Lei Qiang's men walked out of the yard and chatted with the rickshaw driver. The rickshaw driver nodded, pulled the empty cart and ran towards the Qinhuai River.
When the rickshaw driver left, Yan Chunhong immediately asked someone to control the subordinate and asked, "What did you just talk about with that rickshaw driver?"
The subordinate still said with a look of injustice: "We didn't talk about anything, I just wanted to call a car, but we couldn't agree on the fare."
Yan Chunhong took out a gun, put it on his forehead, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't tell the truth, this gun will hit you in the head."
The subordinate was so frightened that he was shaking all over. When he saw Yan Chunhong about to pull the trigger, he hurriedly said: "I said, I said, I told him that Boss Lei will leave in half an hour."
"Killing someone like you is an insult to my gun."
Yan Chunhong withdrew the gun, and the subordinate thought he had escaped, but he didn't expect that the next words made him fall into the abyss completely.
"Luo Biao is also considered the captain. If there is a problem with his people, let him handle it."
The subordinate was immediately frightened and paralyzed to the ground. If he betrayed his boss in the hall, he would be punished with three swords and seven holes. And colluding with the Japanese was a serious crime of beheading.
Ask someone to send this person to the main hall of Shengyi Hall and hand it over to Luo Biao.
Yan Chunhong, on the other hand, rushed to Fengyue Tower with her people, waited for the coachman to deliver the news, and then took action immediately.
As soon as they arrived at the Qinhuai River, they saw the driver's rickshaw parked not far away. He was sitting alone, wiping his sweat.
But at this time, the weather was so cold, and there was no sweat on his face at all. The act of wiping sweat was too suspicious.
Yan Chunhong sat on the rickshaw and asked with a smile: "Driver, do you want to go to Caodu Lane?"
"No, it's too far."
"It's not far. I'll give you five dollars, will you leave?"
"I'm not going to walk. I'm tired from running today. Let's take a rest."
"Okay, just rest here. Whenever you want to leave, just tell me and I'll be waiting by the side."
The coachman noticed something was wrong and was about to send a message when he saw Lei Qiang coming with two bodyguards and had already entered Fengyue Tower.
He was about to stand up when he saw three big men standing next to him. The man who had just called for a taxi stood beside him and said with a smile: "I asked you to leave just now. If you don't leave, I have to ask you to leave now."
Already."
The driver knew that what had happened this time had been exposed, so he followed Yan Chunhong and the others out of this place in despair.
As soon as Lei Qiang entered Fengyue Tower, a girl immediately came up to greet him: "Master Lei, you are here. Miss Dingxiang is thinking about you and can hardly eat anymore."
"Naughty." Lei Qiang stroked the girl's chin and said, "Find two girls for them, and I'll go take a look at my lilac."
