"Miss Qianqian will definitely be invited to the reception banquet tomorrow night."
"After all, in a traditional prostitute business like Changsantangzi, only Miss Qianqian can compete with the emerging prostitutes..." "So I want to ask Miss Qianqian... this
What do you think I should do?"
"I'm so scared~"
After saying that, Mai Fan even made a gesture of hugging himself, but his eyes were fixed on Qian Qian, signaling to him for help.
"This... this young master... are you too patronizing?"
"Even if I am invited to participate, I am just a dance partner. After all, the real inviter of this banquet... is the police from Shanghai City..."
"Oh..." At this point, Qian Qian was a little enlightened, and she covered her little mouth: "I understand, I said, Yingying, your little Mr. Fan is not old, but he is thoughtful.
But he is very cunning."
"Master Mai, are you trying to use the identity of the person behind me to find a reasonable excuse for the failure of your mission?"
"Suppose that as soon as you enter the party, you meet a familiar dancer, and then you are pulled in front of the police chief."
"Then your plan for tomorrow night will have a reasonable excuse even if it fails."
"After all, when you go to the dance, it's not that you don't want to take action, but that after you enter, you are surrounded by a group of policemen and there is no chance to take action."
"Wait until after the dinner is over, then you can send me back to Qing Qianzhai in full view of everyone."
"This process... you will definitely let your classmates see it. Then, when the next morning, your classmates can only blame you for being greedy for spending money and delaying things, instead of giving you a bigger deduction."
hat."
That’s right!
Mai Fan clapped his hands: "You are indeed the girl Qian Qian that everyone praises. Her heart is made of Qiqiao colored glaze."
"I just said the first part, and the girl completed the cause and effect for me."
"It's just that the girl knows my plan...but are you willing to do this little favor for me?"
"Miss Qianqian, you see I'm so young, I still want to live."
This man is not very old, but he is surprisingly thick-skinned.
I have been wandering around Changsan Hall, and rarely see such a "magnanimous" guest.
She looked Mai Fan up and down with her beautiful eyes and smiled: "Master Mai wants me to help you. This is a trivial matter."
"But what good will it do me to help you in this matter?"
Mai Fan didn't say anything. He dug into his pocket and took out a money bag. He threw it on the table with a "pop".
"Since you think I am a layman, this is the only benefit a layman can give me."
Qian Qian looked at the purse embroidered with gold and silver threads:...
She stretched out a finger and pushed it back to Mai Fan.
"I don't need these... If I am asking for money..." She glanced at Yingying beside her: "I want to ask for something else from Young Master Mai."
"Oh?" Mai Fan sat up straight: "What are you asking for? As long as I can do it, I will definitely agree."
Qian Qian shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet. I just see that the young master is serious and want to find peace of mind for his future."
"If anything happens to me in the future and I beg the young master, I hope the young master will remember his promise today and help Qian Qian."
Only then did Mai Fan become serious. He handed over his hand to Qian Qian and said to the other party: "Deal?"
Qian Qian hesitated for a moment, then handed over his hand and replied: "Deal!"
But she didn't expect that when her hands were released, Mai Fan took the opportunity to take a sweet sip on the back of her hands.
"mua~"
So delicious!
…
The unprepared Bai Qianqian was so angry that her face was red, and she was about to explode, but Mai Fan raised his hand and begged for mercy with a smile: "Surrender, joke, joke..."
"Who makes girl Qian Qian so gorgeous and stunningly beautiful?
Not many men can bear it when such a beautiful woman is in front of them."
"As a person like me, I am just a womanizer and lustful person. If I offend a girl, I will punish myself. I will punish myself."
After saying that, Mai Fan winked at Hua Yingying who was looking dumbfounded: "Why don't you send Miss Qian Qian back quickly? Do you want your brother Xiao Fan to receive a beating from the beauty hammer?
?”
Said Yingying immediately reacted: "Oh oh"
She quickly helped Sister Qianqian up, like she was supporting an old queen, and rushed her out.
At this time, Mai Fan had already tidied up and seemed to be planning to leave.
But Mai Fan still had something to say to him, which made Yingying a little anxious: "Master Mai, are you coming tomorrow night?"
Mai Fan squeezed Yingying's round face and coaxed her: "Come on, I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow. I'd be so lonely without a dancing partner at a party full of old men."
After hearing this, Yingying felt relieved.
She stepped forward to tidy up Mai Fan, and sent his Mai Ye out of the house tenderly.
But as soon as he left Qing Qianzhai, Mai Fan put back his smile.
Things are not done yet.
He looked up at the sky and walked toward the street market with the most fireworks in Shanghai.
At this time in Haimai City, Asahi was still hiding behind the clouds.
The stone pavement in the alley was soaked due to the heavy night dew.
Mai Fan was the only one walking in the alley, and his leather shoes made a clattering sound on the bluestone road.
There is a very brisk silence.
But this silence was broken when Mai Fan turned to a side street.
This small street is very lively. It is made up of small food stalls.
During the Republic of China, it was actually very simple to make a living in Shanghai.
People only need to pick up a pole and bring the most representative snacks from their hometown. It won’t take long for people and food to take root.
Among these food items, those with the most abundant ingredients and the most affordable prices will be sought after by more people. After all, this is a place known for its careful budgeting.
This resulted in the fact that if Mai Fan came to the street where he wanted to find a bowl of more sophisticated and expensive breakfast, he would have to look at two more restaurants.
After all, the most popular breakfasts in this era are still flatbreads, fried dough sticks, and tiger claws.
Early diners at the stall only need a pair of flatbread and fried dough sticks and a bowl of salty soy milk to satisfy their stomachs.
Mai Fan was a little disgusted, how could this soy milk be salty!
Mai Fan has never had a sip of salty soy milk since he was a child.
He leaned over and looked at the stall selling fried dough sticks. There were several customers, and they were soaking the fried dough sticks in sugar-melted water...
Mai Fan gave up on the choice of fried dough sticks and soy milk. He walked along the street and finally chose a stall that smelled like meat and sat down.
The grandma who cleans this stall is very clean.
Her hair was meticulously combed back and tied into a bun with an ebony hairpin.
On the case in front of Grandma, squatting was a row of white dough. They were wonton wrappers.
If a customer needs a hot bowl, she will stand in front of the table, pick up the bag and make it.
Grandma cooked the wontons very quickly. When the big pot next to her was heating up, there were at least ten porcelain bowls lined up in front of her.
In each porcelain bowl, put a small spoonful of lard, half a spoonful of soy sauce, a little bit of pickled mustard, a handful of shredded egg skin, a few scallions here and there, pour boiling water over it, and you have a bowl of wonton soup full of aroma.
The white and green, yellow and orange egg yolk threads are paired with the red mustard seedlings, which is really beautiful.
The round-bellied wontons in the big pot turned over on the surface, and grandma could see the traces.
Then there is only one result waiting for them. A huge scorpion picks up the wontons from the bottom, and these wonton generals who are tumbling over in the hot water pot are thrown into the bowl.
This is pretty good! Perfect for the presentation, this is it!
Mai Fan said: "Grandma, here's a bowl of wontons!"
"Okay! Young man, do you want some more shaomai?"
Young people will definitely not be full after just one bowl of wontons.
Mai Fan looked at the steamer next to the big pot and saw that the old woman was very proud to lift the lid that was on it.
In this small steamer, which is not too big, there are five shaomai with chrysanthemum petals turned over.
The lard soaks the glutinous rice grains in the oil, and the grains are clear. The coloring soy sauce paints the core of the siomai into a light sauce color that is appetizing at first sight.
With just one glance, Mai Fan made up his mind: "Then let's have another drawer of pork siomai."
One sentence made the grandma's response become a bit more cheerful: "Okay! Little guests can use it slowly."
After saying that, a large porcelain bowl with a shallow mouth was placed in front of Mai Fan, with six pork wontons floating in it. A small steamer was placed in front of the porcelain bowl, bamboo chopsticks, a soy sauce plate, and a red spicy pepper.
The jars... were all placed on the small table where Mai Fan was sitting.
Smelling the fragrant breakfast, Mai Fan, who had been exercising all night, felt unbearably hungry.
He picked up the sea bowl, took a sip of soup, and then started to devour it.
The breakfast in this world is not as refined as in the real world.
But the taste... is truly natural, with a roughness that is as simple as delicious food.
Mai Fan ate politely and when he put down his empty bowl, the stall owner only charged him 80 grand.
At this time, prices have not yet started to skyrocket. If Mai Fan is not greedy for food and drink...
He could eat a "set meal" on this street for only twenty or thirty dollars at most, and he could fill his belly full.
…
The delicious breakfast lifted Mai Fan's spirit. When he got to the main road, Mai Fan called a car for himself.
"Garden Road Si's Library."
The rickshaw driver said hello, pulled up the rickshaw, and headed straight for Huayuan Road, where the wealthy area was crowded.
Garden Road is located in the French Concession in the Maritime District. It is an area where only respectable people can live.
The Si Wenzhai that Mai Fan was going to was located in the edge area between the French Concession and ordinary people.
The bookstore is large and has bright windows.
The boss is a scholar in a long gown.
The books sold in the bookstore include Chinese and Western books. If you are lucky, you can also buy original English and foreign language professional books.
Because of the rich variety, the business of this Siwenzhai is good.
Every time after school, Mai Fan would pass by the door of this study and go in to look at the latest pictorials.
After going back and forth, this place became another place for him to spend time.
In the sunny corner of Siwenzhai, the owner of this store has opened up a reading area.
There are English-style dining tables and artificial leather-covered sofas in the area.
Floor-to-ceiling windows, an outdoor pergola, and a Western-style afternoon tea.
Mai Fan's favorite thing to do is to invite a young woman who is interested in literature to come to Siwen Studio and invite her to try the most famous Earl Gray tea and butter bread here.
Talking about life and ideals with the other person in the afterglow of the setting sun made the female classmate greatly change her view of him... and also marveled at his erudition and literary talent.
Of course, picking up girls is expensive.
Before leaving, Mai Fan will definitely buy a small but exquisite collection of poems in his study, plus afternoon tea and fine dining...
Mai Fan would spend one or two silver dollars in this Si Wen Shu studio in an afternoon.
Precisely because Mai Fan was their big customer, Mai Fan later became acquainted with the man in a long gown wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
Sometimes when he gets bored, Mai Fan will rush in early, and while Mr. Ji is organizing the bookshelves in preparation for the opening, he will chat with him...about the troubles of 'girls'.
Now, Mai Fan wants to go over and say something to this Mr. Ji... something more important than 'girl'.
'jingle……'
After getting out of the car, Mai Fan pushed open the door of Wensi's study. The boss standing in front of the bookshelf turned to look at Mai Fan and continued to work on his own affairs.
Mai Fan found his usual seat, found a glass, poured himself a glass of boiling water from a thermos bottle, and hesitantly spoke:
"Mr. Ji, I encountered something annoying again."
Mr. Ji casually chatted: "Is it because of that classmate named Lan Mengyao again?"
Mai Fan sighed: "Isn't it her? Do you think women today should be so vicious and learn to harm others at a young age?"
Mr. Ji was a little confused and turned to look at Mai Fan.
But he saw Mai Fan holding a gun and shaking it. Before he could react, he stuffed it into his arms: "Did you see it? In order to mess with me, you got a real gun for me."
When Mr. Ji saw this, he felt a little serious.
He put down the book and walked to the opposite side of Mai Fan, adjusting his glasses: "Where does this come from?"
"Even if you are deceived by a woman, you can't try to get back with a murder weapon."
Mai Fan felt aggrieved and defended himself: "Mr. Ji, I didn't find this gun."
"This gun was handed to me personally by that female classmate."
"The purpose is to harm me, so that I will never come back."
Huh? How is it?
Mr. Ji had a panic look on his face, sitting opposite Mai Fan, listening to the young master telling him an incredible mission.
…
Then, Mr. Ji urged anxiously: "Oh, Master Mai, you must not wade into this muddy water."
"You have to be a down-to-earth student and study hard. Mr. Mai has such a big family fortune, but he is counting on the young master to inherit it."
"Master Mai, why would you involve yourself in something you don't want to do?"
"Such a woman, Master Mai should not associate with her again in the future."
