Chapter 22 Makeover
From the very beginning, Huang Huangrong's plan was to give Yang Wei and his friends a small shabby house and a few southern pistols that could be called "suicide" weapons, so that they could have fun on their own, and then turn around to encircle and suppress them.
They were "loyal and filial" in front of Harf, the chief inspector of the French Concession, and they found an opportunity to coax Harf to write off the incident of eating alone. But he never expected that his foolproof plan would be used by him.
Those "hairy" idiots got into trouble!
Huang Jinrong was dumbfounded at the moment. Apparently, the news came to him much later than Harf. He had heard that the plainclothes policemen patrolling the French Concession and the military policemen in the Japanese Concession were blown up and their bodies were lying on the street.
It was beyond his expectation.
How could a man with more than 70 armed plainclothes detectives on patrol be kidnapped? At this moment, Huang Jinrong really wanted to rush up to the Harv with a big mouth and make him die, and then spit on him so hard that he was spitting all over his face.
I call you two pigs!
Huang Huangrong did think so, but he was just thinking about it. There was always a huge gap between imagination and reality. In reality, he still had to rush to help Harf clean up the mess and find his pig comparison.
What a stupid son.
Huang Jinrong thought that there were so many people dead at that time, only Harry Wen was one of them. But since no body was found on the spot, it meant that Yang Wei had left Harry Wen for another purpose. As long as no one died, there was still room for change. But this
It also shows that Yang Wei saw through his trick of borrowing a knife to kill people. Tempering Blood Mountains and Rivers 22
Sitting in the car, Huang Jinrong was so angry that he slapped his thigh. He, Yang Wei, was just a little red guy who had just arrived in Shanghai. He couldn't even eat. He had bought gadgets on the street and carried big bags on the dock. If it weren't for Chu Yunling,
If I had bumped into him, I'm afraid he would still be working hard on the pier covered in sweat.
This is really retribution of cause and effect. Is it possible that I owed Miss Chu something in her previous life? She has not caused enough chaos by herself. Picking up a cat or a dog at random can cause chaos on the beach. Is it possible that this girl has been in trouble in her previous life?
Is he a demon king who reincarnated to take his own life? How pitiful is it that he is still called the Three Tycoons of Shanghai? If he can't deal with a little red guy like Yang Wei, his dignity and face will be completely lost this time.
Already.
At this moment, Huang Huangrong's only thought was to ask for help. With his little understanding of Yang Wei, it didn't matter. This guy seemed to come out of thin air, and not a single person in Shanghai was related to him.
If someone wants to deal with Yang Wei, he must at least find out the details first. When he mentioned this, Huang Huangrong thought of Du Yuesheng.
Everyone who hangs around in Shanghai knows that among the three tycoons in Shanghai, Huang Huangrong is greedy for money, Zhang Xiaolin is good at fighting, and Nanyang Li Du Yuesheng is the best at being a good person, and is good at dancing.
Regardless of whether they were veterans of the Qing dynasty, warlords and politicians who had fallen from power, or the Southern Revolutionary Party, celebrities from all walks of life, or even financial and business tycoons, Du Yuesheng was always courteous and courteous, making every effort to make friends and even sworn brothers by handing him a letter. He was best at coordinating.
The subtle relationship between various underground factions, as well as the relationship with various warlords and foreign consulates, although things like foxes pretending to be powerful always make people feel a little insidious, but I have to say that Du Yuesheng's methods are indeed better than Huang Jinronghe's.
Zhang Xiaolin is more clever.
Moreover, Du Yuesheng is a very good person and knows how to do what he likes. He treats those in power with power, gives gold, silver, jade or monthly salary to those who love money, and provides financial support to those who are just starting out and have little money.
Or it is even more common to be raised as a diner. He is a righteous man, good at collecting money and good at dispersing it. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the most honorable among the nine people.
Huang Jinrong also knew that the current Du Yuesheng was no longer his disciple. Under the protection of the French Concession and Jiangsu Governor Qi Xieyuan, Du Yuesheng established Sanxin Company. Behind him were the bosses of the British Concession Ji Yunqing and Shanghai
With the support of old man Fan Jincheng, the "big" member of the Qinggang, he almost monopolized the transportation of tobacco and soil in the French Concession, and his power should not be underestimated.
And now that Huang Huangrong, one of the three tycoons, is being fooled by a new arrival, it is already a big joke. If Harry can't be found again, Huang Huangrong's next situation will be difficult.
Thinking of this, Huang Huangrong had no choice but to ask for help from Du Yuesheng, and since he had asked Du Yuesheng, Zhang Xiaolin would also be involved. In terms of means, Zhang Xiaolin's Eight Great Vajras were even stronger than Du Yuesheng's Thirteen Taibao.
When Huang Jinrong rushed to ask for help, Yang Wei was standing leisurely and contentedly on the street.
Standing here along the way, there are already many ladies with fashionable clothes and good looks who can be seen as upper-class ladies. They look back at Yang Wei. It is impossible for Yang Wei not to be surprised when he enjoys such a turnaround for the first time. But Yang Wei is still self-aware.
, after being stunned for a while, he realized that the person who turned around was not looking at him but at his clothes.
At this time, Yang Wei was wearing a well-tailored Italian dark gray striped suit, with a windbreaker on his hand. He was well-dressed and had an awe-inspiring demeanor. It’s true that people rely on clothes rather than gold. The suit that costs 200 yuan a set is indeed of a different grade. No wonder
The Italians who sold him suits were dumbfounded. The French Consul General Pierre Vernaison's dress only cost a hundred dollars. If his suit, with its buttons made of pure gold, didn't attract any attention, it would be a waste of money.
.
Yang Wei curled his lips. Anyway, what he saw was that he was wearing a lot of clothes. He continued walking forward with some melancholy, and the clear voice of the newsboy filled his ears.
I saw the 14 or 15-year-old newsboy wearing a beret waving the newspaper in his hand and saying in a clear voice: "Extra number! Extra number! The French Concession patrol and the Japanese Concession military police jointly hunted down the gangsters. Hundreds of people were killed. Two streets
The body was razed to the ground, with rivers of blood and corpses strewn all over the place! A naked and unknown female body appeared at the scene of the firefight. The deceased was violated several times during her lifetime, and there are many mysteries. The descendants of the great robber Feng Lei reappeared twenty years ago, causing a bloody storm in Shanghai.
…”
Yang Wei, who was walking, suddenly froze. He waved to stop the newsboy and bought a copy of the Ta Kung Pao. Yang Wei couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it. There were rivers of blood and corpses strewn in the fields? Naked corpses that had been raped and killed? Descendants of a gangster?
Yang Wei understands the newspaper's trick of using gimmicks to deceive people, but isn't this trick a bit too exaggerated?
Yang Wei walked forward while reading the newspaper without noticing what was in front of him. After taking two steps, he suddenly felt that he collided with something. He heard a childish cry of pain. Yang Wei removed the newspaper and looked down. He saw a seven-year-old boy.
The eight-year-old girl collided with him and staggered to the ground.
Looking at the dirty look on this little girl's face, she was also carrying a worn-out satchel with dozens of newspapers in it. She seemed to be a newsboy. Unlike the fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old newsboy, this little girl seemed
He was timid to speak, and the newspapers were not sold as fast as the boy. He just looked at the people passing by with expectant eyes, holding the shoulder straps of his backpack with his two small hands, looking pitiful.
Pedestrians were rushing back and forth on the road, and no one noticed the pitiful eyes of such a little girl. Only Yang Wei stopped, helped the little girl up from the ground, smiled and whispered: "Here is a newspaper."
The little girl sighed slightly and stepped back. Her expression was like the panic of an injured little animal when facing this world full of temptations and dangers. She lowered her head and spoke a few words.
Wu Wen said: "Sir, you already have the Ta Kung Pao." Quenching Blood Mountains and Rivers 22
Yang Wei couldn't help but smile and said: "I'll bring some to my friends. You can sell me whatever you have."
The little girl didn't see through Yang Wei's white lie. She raised her head and said with surprise: "Is it true, sir? I have thirty-two cents here, one cent and five cents, a total of one yuan and sixty cents. You really want it."
?"
Listening to the little girl's fluent answers, Yang Wei was a little surprised and said: "Do you know multiplication and division? What's your name? Can you write?"
Yang Wei asked a series of questions so rashly that the little girl was so frightened that she hid back. At this time, the boy selling newspapers rushed up to protect the little girl behind him. He bowed to Yang Wei and apologized: "Little girl is ignorant.
My son has offended sir, please don’t be angry!”
The two children were so nervous that Yang Wei looked helpless and said with a smile: "I just saw that she knows multiplication and division. I want to ask her what her name is and why she doesn't go to school?"
The boy scratched his head, what should he go to school for? Multiplication and division? When he was confused, the little girl spoke weakly from behind: "The family is in decline, and I can't bear to humiliate my ancestors. Thank you for your help, sir. The kindness will be unforgettable, bitch."
The name is not enough to taint Mr.’s ears.”
Yang Wei was astonished. A seven or eight-year-old girl could say such a thing. She must come from a scholarly family. However, it would be a pity to have such a poor family. Yang Wei took out a face value card from his arms.
He handed the ten-dollar bill to the little girl and said generously: "I don't have any change, so I guess you can't find it, so I gave it all to you."
The boy's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the U.S. dollars. Although such children have never read books, they know money better than anyone else. He happily reached out to pick it up, but the little girl grabbed his arm.
, the little girl looked at Yang Wei with firm eyes and said: "Sir, have you ever heard that wealth cannot be "promiscuous", poverty cannot be moved, and power cannot be surrendered? The poor are not allowed to eat what comes. Thank you for your kindness, sir."
Yang Wei felt regretful, hesitated for a moment and suddenly had an idea: "Let's do this. From now on, you can deliver a newspaper to the Edward Hotel every morning, which will save me the trouble of going out to buy newspapers. This is your reward. It's not enough."
Just go to the hotel lobby to get it.”
The little girl happily accepted the money handed over by Yang Wei, and before leaving, she did not forget to nod her head to thank her. Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Yang Wei was inevitably a little sad. In this prosperous Shili foreign market, how many people are talented but helpless
How many people can know the bitterness and darkness behind the prosperity? Although my own ten dollars is worth what this child earns from selling newspapers for several months, but this can help her
How many?
Chapter completed!