As the president of the University of Cambridge, Martins is also a well-informed person. Although he was shocked by Shi Zhijian's special status at this moment, he quickly collected his emotions and smiled for the first time and said: "Oh, God! Forgive me for being blind, I didn't
To think that Your Excellency is actually the Viscount appointed by Her Majesty the Queen!"
"You're welcome, Principal Martins!" Shi Zhijian looked at the other party with a smile. Knowing what the other party said, he was still a little unconvinced. "Actually, in addition to being commended by Her Majesty the Queen and coming here to receive the award, I also want to borrow
A chance to visit an old friend!”
"Oh, I wonder who your old friend is?" Martins asked.
Shi Zhijian smiled brightly, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and took out the gift Lei Luo gave him when he was in Hong Kong!
Lei Luo spent a lot of effort to get this gift when he was training at Scotland Yard. If Shi Zhijian hadn't helped him a lot and helped him get promoted to superintendent, Lei Luo wouldn't have been willing to give it away.
Needless to say, that gift was the personal business card of the Duke of Windsor of the British Empire!
You must know that business cards in this era are extraordinary, and those who can own business cards are all important people with status and status! Especially in a place with distinct classes like the UK, business cards are a symbol of status!
As the most legendary "King" in the history of the British Empire, the Duke of Windsor loves beauty more than country. This legendary nature alone makes him famous all over the world!
Especially in recent years, Edward VIII, Duke of Windsor, has grown old and no longer meets outsiders casually, making him full of mystery and his status even more respected! It is difficult for many nobles and even members of the royal family to meet him, let alone
I got a beautifully made personal business card from his old man - it can be said that getting such a business card is even happier than finding a treasure!
At this moment, Shi Zhijian looked calm and handed this super business card to Martins calmly.
Martins took it politely. Although he guessed that Shi Zhijian's friend should have some status in the UK. After all, Shi Zhijian himself was a viscount, he never expected that the person who caught his eye was the Duke of Windsor.
Edward VIII!
The hand shakes!
Martins almost dropped his business card on the ground in shock!
"How is it possible?!" At this moment, Principal Martins was running through ten thousand horseshoes in his heart!
He guessed the beginning, but not the end!
How could I have imagined that the old friend Shi Zhijian came to London to visit turned out to be the famous Duke!
This is a character who will go down in history!
Martins visited the other party several times, but was turned away! One can imagine how difficult it is to see the Duke, how mysterious and noble he is!
Martins could not describe the horror in his heart at this moment! Looking at Shi Zhijian, it was like seeing an alien!
Shi Zhijian held a cigarette in his mouth, crossed his legs, and pretended to be brave while seeking victory in a stable manner!
The Duke of Windsor? He knows a ghost!
He just got this business card from Lei Luo!
However, Shi Zhijian knew that this business card was extraordinary and could even kill everyone in England!
I remember well, the old Duke of Windsor will die next year, that is, in 1972!
You have the right not to use it, it will become invalid upon expiration!
Shi Zhijian had no choice but to transform into a big liar and use a cold attitude to show his mysterious identity - the Duke of Windsor and I are old friends!
"Ahem, cough, but I don't know what the relationship is between your Excellency and the Duke of Windsor?" Martins asked in his heart.
"Does this need to be said?" Shi Zhijian flicked the ashes of his cigarette with a proud attitude.
Martins actually believed Shi Zhijian's arrogance even more! Although he was very puzzled as to how Shi Zhijian could know such a big shot at such a young age - maybe it was due to family reasons, so Principal Martins made up his own mind.
"Okay, Principal Martins, do you have anything else to ask now?" Shi Zhijian looked impatient.
"No! Welcome to Cambridge University! Warm welcome!" This time it was Martins who stood up and reached out to Shi Zhijian.
Shi Zhijian shook hands with him perfunctorily.
Martins once again felt the "cold" light emanating from Shi Zhijian. Everything made sense before. He had a big backer behind him, so he was so arrogant! As for why he didn't take out these magic weapons at the beginning, the reason was that
It’s a drag, but I respect Cambridge and him as the principal!
For a moment, Martins was even slightly moved!
"Dear Mr. Shi, now your enrollment has been settled! But I don't know if there is anything else I can do for you!" Martins didn't think there was anything wrong with this tone when facing Viscount Shi, not to mention that he was also talking to the Duke of Windsor.
know.
"Well----" Shi Zhijian pondered for a moment, "I have two things that I need to trouble you with, Principal!"
"Please tell me!" Martins looked very enthusiastic.
"First thing, I have a large group of lost sheep coming from across the ocean. I hope the principal can use your love to save them!"
When Martins heard this, he was in awe: "Teaching and educating people is my job! I can definitely help with this!"
"Thank you first!" Shi Zhijian bowed slightly to Martins, "Secondly, I heard that Mr. Principal, you are very familiar with the director of the nearby police station?"
Martins was slightly startled, "That's true. Not only are we familiar with each other, we were also schoolmates and best friends!"
"That would be even better!" Shi Zhijian smiled happily!
…
Police station near Chinatown.
Through the door, you can hear the sound of punches and kicks inside the interrogation room, and the whining sounds of people being gagged.
Charlemagne, nicknamed "Vampire", was wearing suspenders, with a large pistol in his waist, and a Marlboro cigarette in his mouth. He was leaning on a chair. On the chair opposite him, a black man was handcuffed and his mouth was gagged.
He was wearing a rag and was being punched hard by a big white man!
"Okay, stop!" Seeing the black suspect's nose and face swollen, Charlemagne began to roll his eyes and told his white men to stop.
The strong white man stopped and gasped for air. It looked like he had used a lot of force when he hit someone.
Charlemagne stood up from his seat, walked slowly to the black suspect, leaned over and stared at him: "Hey, my dear! Now there are two ways for you! Either continue to fight, or admit the crime I gave you! You know
Yes, the white elephant's fist is very heavy. If you take a few more blows, you will definitely die! Besides, you are a black man. Aren't black men just to take the blame for others? As long as you are obedient, I guarantee that you will be well-fed and drunk after I send you in.
There are still people taking care of you, just like on vacation, how about it, O not OK?"
"Woooooo!" The black man blocked his mouth and made a sound.
Charlemagne reached out and helped him pull off the rag.
The black man begged for mercy: "Please, I can't go to jail! My wife just gave birth to a child, and I take care of them!"
Charlemagne smiled and blew smoke at the black suspect, "You don't understand when I talk to you in human language, do you? That's embarrassing, man!"
Charlemagne picked up the rag and stuffed it into the black man's mouth again, turned back to his white elephant and said: "Continue!"
"Okay, sir!" The white elephant smiled ferociously. This time he opened the drawer and took out an iron tiger finger sleeve in the black suspect's fearful eyes. He turned back and smiled ferociously at the black man: "My dear, I will do it well this time.
I’ll serve you! I promise to beat the shit out of you!”
The black man struggled desperately and trembled all over!
At this time, dong dong dong!
Someone knocked on the door.
Charlemagne sat back in his chair, resting his legs on the interrogation table, "Come in!"
Crunch, the door of the interrogation room opened, and a subordinate came in with information, "Sir, there is new news! Chinatown is negotiating tonight----"
With that said, he handed the information to Charlemagne.
Charlemagne looked through the information, "Is this sent by the Japanese gang boss Akagi Xiong?"
"Yes! It seems that he respects you very much and will immediately report any trouble."
"Respect the devil! These Japanese people are unreliable!" Charlemagne flicked the ashes of his cigarette contemptuously, "You don't want to use us to eradicate those sworn enemies!"
As he spoke, Charlemagne had already read through the information at hand, "It's very interesting that those people from the Chaozhou Gang actually wanted to sit down and treat the Japanese Japanese and Vietnamese people they disliked the most to drink Hetou wine. You think, this happened
How should the play be sung?”
"This... please give me your orders, sir!"
"Hahaha!" Charlemagne threw the information in his hand on the table and said contemptuously: "Of course, it is to learn from our respected Knights of the Round Table - I will lead you warriors to guard there tonight, waiting to clean up the mess!
"
Charlemagne had a gloomy look on his face. In his opinion, a war would definitely begin tonight, and then he would have an excuse to wipe out all the Chaozhou Gang!
Just when Charlemagne was feeling triumphant, the phone rang on the table.
Charlemagne picked up the phone, but it was his boss calling. The boss sounded stern and asked him to come over quickly.
Charlemagne was a little confused, but he didn't dare to disobey his superiors' orders.
In this police station, he is just a detective, but the other party is the director!
Charlemagne stood up, put on his coat, tidied up his appearance, and then walked out. When he was leaving, he turned back and pointed at the black suspect and said to the white elephant: "Why are you standing there? Beat him to death!"
"
…
"Hello, Director! Are you looking for me?" Charlemagne entered the Director's office and saluted respectfully towards the Director who was sitting on the boss's chair.
The director was fat and fat, sitting on the chair like a mountain sinking in. When he saw Charlemagne coming in, he took out a cigar and bit it in his mouth.
Charlemagne did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up a match to light the cigar.
The director nodded and said with a smile: "Charlemagne, you know, I have always admired you! So now I have a very important matter for you to handle!"
"What's the matter, dear Director?"
"I have a friend and I have something that I hope you can help me with!"
"Of course! It's my pleasure! But I didn't know that your friend is----"
"Come in, my dear friend!" the director said toward the outside.
Creaking, the office door opened, and a man in white walked in.
Charlemagne turned around and introduced with a smile on his face: "Hello, I am----"
He was stunned!
Looking at each other stupidly!
Shi Zhijian smiled and stretched out his hand: "Let's meet, Sheriff Charlemagne! My name is Shi Zhijian!"
…
That evening.
Hong Kun, the leader of the Chaozhou Gang, followed Shi Zhijian's previous suggestion and took the initiative to invite the other two major forces in Chinatown, Chi Muxiong, the leader of the Dongying Gang, and Ruan Jinlong, the leader of the Vietnamese Gang, to drink "Hetou wine" together.
The place to drink the first wine was the "French Restaurant" in "Sanguang" in Chinatown.
The owner of this French restaurant is a white man and has a close relationship with Sheriff Charlemagne of the nearby police station, so he is able to do business here, which is considered a unique scenery here.
At this moment, a huge French restaurant was booked by Hong Kun, a leader of the Chaozhou gang. The Western-style buffet table was steaming, and a champagne tower serving as a "wine" stood in a conspicuous place.
Those Western-style tables were being lifted away at this moment, leaving a huge space. The three major groups in Chinatown, the Chaozhou Gang, the Japanese Gang, and the Vietnamese Gang, with dozens of people each, formed a triangle and faced each other.
After all, Hong Kun was the inviter, so he took the initiative to clasp his fists towards Chi Muxiong and Ruan Jinlong and said, "Thank you very much, I appreciate you! Please sit down!"
"There's no need to sit down! We're here to see Gang Leader Hong's face, not to eat Western food!" Akagi Xiong was wearing a kimono, with a samurai sword on his waist, looking like a Japanese ronin.
"Yes, Gang Leader Hong, if you have anything to say to us, let's start! Don't waste any more time!" Ruan Jinlong, who was dressed in a smart outfit, held a toothpick in his mouth, scratched the gap between his teeth with his nails, and spat.
Said on the ground.
Hong Kun smiled slightly, rubbed the jade ring on his thumb, and said: "Simple! We Chinese people value peace when we do things. If you agree to make peace tonight, then we will not have to go to war in the future, and Chinatown will be peaceful.
Peaceful! As for us, we can also drink and chat together and have a taste of this French feast!"
Akagi Xiong smiled grimly: "No need to start a war, of course! If Mr. Hong, you are willing to give up one-third of your territory, don't ask me to accompany you to eat Western food, even if it is to eat your Chinese food, I am willing!"
"I'm not greedy either!" Ruan Jinlong said, "The Japanese gang wants one-third of your territory, and I only have one-third! The rest will be given to Mr. Hong for your retirement, do you think so?"
"I'm going to attack you! Why don't you go grab it?" Long Kui and others standing behind Hong Kun said angrily.
Dao Zaihao even took out the machete from his waist and roared: "Master Hong, there is no need to talk! These little devils and Vietnamese have no sincerity at all! Let me beat them into submission!"
Before Hong Kun could speak, Akagi Xiong said, "Baga!" He reached out and overturned the table!
The coffee cup on the western dining table clinked and fell to the floor!
"Don't think we are afraid of you! We Japanese people are not afraid of anything! Come on, let's fight!"
Swish, brush, brush!!!
The horsemen behind Akagi Xiong all drew out their samurai swords, and the bright blades dazzled people's eyes!
"Interesting! We Vietnamese are not vegetarians! How about it, Chi Muxiong, let's work together to kill this fat sheep today?" Ruan Jinlong said, spitting out the toothpick in his mouth, and reaching out to pick up an axe!
Two against one!
Even Hong Kun couldn't help but his face changed dramatically!
Just when the three parties were at war with each other, a voice said: "Everyone is wandering overseas, just trying to make ends meet! Now that there is a ready-made French feast, you can't eat it, but you are shouting and killing. Isn't it a bit embarrassing?"
