At the beginning, the British were still protesting because of their own identity, but they opened their mouths and saw either military boots or butt stocks.

After a few mouthfuls of teeth were removed and the bridge of the British guys' noses were broken, no one dared to say anything again.

Under the feet of a Japanese officer, there was a sniper lens, a grenade, and a wet coat.

The Japanese soldiers were like sheep driving, rushing people up to defend themselves.

But after hundreds of people finished reading it, no one admitted that anyone had seen these things.

The Japanese believe that the British are not honest, and they are another military boot stock, plus intimidation...

Yifeng Building has become a mess, but Fang Buwei feels very happy.

Let's make a fuss, no one is a good thing...

The entire Yifeng Building is actually exhausted by the blood, tears and bones of the Chinese.

Fang Buwei never forgot that Abraham, the richest man in Shanghai, became rich by smuggling opium into China...

Fang Buwei was like listening to the movements in the eavesdropping device, and before he knew it, he walked to the South Tibet Road in the French Concession.

It was getting dark and the neon lights of the Big World Club had illuminated most of the street.

He walked over slowly.

The waiter at the door looked at him steadily.

It’s not that I don’t come here for fun in a long robe, but I rarely see such books that are extremely strong and I’m obviously an old pedantic person.

Fang Buwei's makeup skills are becoming more and more sophisticated, and his literary atmosphere is very strong, so the waiter is very novel.

"How many sirs?" asked the newspaper servant politely.

"One!" Fang Buwei replied in a warm voice.

"Which floor is the sir?"

"Just on the first floor, listen to the song, dance..."

The waiter subconsciously glanced at Fang Buwei's robe.

At first glance, I was a street stall product, but unexpectedly, I was still a rich person?

I'm wearing this to dance, and I don't know if I will trip.

The waiter was laughing in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face. He politely led Fang Buwei to the way: "Sir, please come in!"

"No need, I'll go in by myself!" Fang Buwei replied in a low voice, then bent his finger and flew a coin to the waiter.

"I'll reward you!"

The waiter quickly took it to his hand and looked closely and found that it was ten cents, which was worth his salary.

"Mr. Xie reward!" The waiter sang loudly.

This is a secret code to the companion inside: he is a good person...

The first floor is the dance hall, and at the front is a stage for interpreting songs and dances, mixed with some magic and acrobatics.

There is a huge dance floor in the middle, with some sofas scattered.

The interpretation has not started yet, there is no music for the time being, and the lights in the dance hall are all on, which is particularly bright.

Many guests have entered the venue, some three or five, some seven or eight, gathered together and chatted and laughed.

Some are heavy makeup, light makeup, tall, or small... Countless dancers walk around in the elegant seats affectionately, hoping that customers can pick her.

Dancers have high incomes, which is one of the reasons why dance halls are not low.

There are also many foreign women among them.

On the beach, Belarus dancers are also famous.

Fang Buwei looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

After he killed Lu Ying, the world was blocked for a few days. I don’t know how Huang Jinrong understood the Japanese, or who found someone’s way, so I opened the door to open again.

The reason why he ran here was to see how strong the Japanese search was.

If you can find this, it means that the public concession has been surrounded. The Japanese are determined to tear each other apart this time, so they don’t have to make any wrong ideas. They will find a way to find a boat and go to Nantong with a good attitude.

As soon as Fang Buwei entered the door, a waiter came up to him.

"Let me find a quiet place and have a bottle of Changyu, and you want it to be sweet..."

Fang Buwei was impatiently asked over and over again, and said directly.

A quieter place is only the right and left side by side by window.

The waiter led Fang Buwei and tried to find a place where he could see the stage clearly by the window.

In less than a minute, the wine was also delivered.

"Thank you to patronize, two dollars, or sixty shillings..." said the waiter politely.

Fang Buwei was secretly shocked: It’s not ordinary black.

According to the current price, one dollar is far more than the purchasing power of one thousand yuan in later generations. How can such a bottle of wine be sold for more than two thousand?

Of course, Fang Buwei, who has never heard of hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine in later generations, has only been sold by the commercial shops on the street for ten cents, but when they arrived in the big world, they increased by twenty times...

It's indeed a gold-selling cave.

Fang Buwei shook his head secretly, took out two dollars, and did not forget to tip the waiter.

The wine is very sweet, a bit terrible, but Fang Bu relishes it.

At least it is original, without water.

Seven or eight dancers came to chat with him, but Fang Buwei drove them away.

After almost half an hour, the music started and the opening dance started on the stage.

Later generations of grass-roots teams who traveled to the countryside despise Yanwu, but there were constant applause, whistles and screams.

Calculate the time, it should be almost the same?

Fang Buwei turned on the system.

Listening to the movements in the eavesdropping device, Fang Buwei was delighted and put down his wine glass.

The Japanese actually withdrew their troops?

After listening carefully, the US Minister to China Nelson Jensen actually went directly to Yifeng Building.

The Japanese can avoid the British embassy, ​​but they dare not be so presumptuous when facing American ambassadors like Jansen.

Not only did the Japanese soldiers from Yifeng Building retreat, but even the military police teams that were searching for the British Concession and the Japanese warships that were pulling nets on the Huangpu River retreated.

Fang Buwei looked at the time. It has been two hours since he assassinated Fu Xiao'an.

The US Embassy is right on the Bund, and even if you walk, it will take a few minutes to get to Yifeng Building.

Even though Ambassador Jansen was not in the embassy at the time, as long as he was in Shanghai, it would not take so long to rush over.

It seems that in these two hours, Ambassador Jensen has already approved the US mainland, and the US Congress must have protested to Japan, otherwise the Japanese would not have threatened them so quickly.

Jensen is still very powerful.

Fang Buwei has seen this old man.

A few months ago, he just arrived in Shanghai. In order to make a difference and to give himself a greater background, he donated thousands of dollars in repairs to the US Embassy.

At that time, Jensen was in Shanghai and met Fang Buwei in person. Later, when Fang Buwei was deceived by Huang Jinrong to be investigated by Akagi, Jensen did not ask about the reason. He first sent him a diplomatic escort to the platform.

Therefore, it also made Akagi Renino and Nakamura have a little more concern about him, slowed down their plan to induce surrender, and gave Fang Buwei more time and made him do so many things.

Speaking of which, Fang Buwei also wants to thank Jansen...

Fang Buwei picked up the wine glass and took a sip with satisfaction.

It's safe for the time being, and it's time to cause trouble again...

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Chapter completed!