After looking out through the crack in the door for a long time, two young men standing behind the small corner door of the backyard of Kikushe, looked at each other. One of them continued to lie on the crack in the door and peeked at the movements on the street outside. The other young man walked quickly to the door of Zuonosuke Katsumasa's study room in the backyard of Kikushe, and whispered inside through the thick curtain: "Shopkeeper, there are strangers in the alley behind the back!"

As if waiting for the guy's return, Zuosuke Katsumasa's voice quickly came from the study: "How many people are there?"

Despite the thick curtains, the young man who reported to Zuo Nobusuke Katsumasaki's situation outside was still bent respectfully: "There are three in total! Two guys with raw faces squatting at the entrance of the alley, who have been there before dawn and have never left. There is also the old Xu who is setting up a roasted sweet potato stall in the alley. There is also a young man next to him, but he doesn't help Lao Xu to make anything. He should be using Lao Xu's roasted sweet potato stall as a guise!"

After a moment of silence, Zuosuke Katsumasa's voice came out of the study again: "What about the situation at the entrance of the store?"

Almost without thinking, the young man with his waist bowed immediately replied: "Before dawn, I saw four patrolmen in the patrol station, four green-skinned gangsters under Mr. Xiong on the streets of Zhushikouer, and two patrolmen who had changed into plain clothes were drinking tea in the teahouse facing the shop. Two bicycles were parked in front of the teahouse. Two more rickshaw drivers came, putting the car at the door of our shop to rest, and no one was going to do anything!"

With a cold snorting, Zuosuke Katsumasa in the study said in a cold voice: "The despicable methods of the city foxes and rats in the city of Peking have been used by us this time! Let's continue to give orders, except for the guys in the shop who are supporting the scene, the others went out to deliver goods in batches and led all the people at the door away!"

Listening to the young man outside the door, hesitating for a moment, the manager of the Kikusho, who was standing in the study, was whispering toward the bowl of tea in his hand and sitting behind the desk, Zuosuke Katsumasa said in Japanese: "Your Excellency, do you have to choose to take action today? Looking at the situation outside the Kikusho Club, it seems that Mr. Duan has been wary of it?"

Pinching the lid of the bowl of tea, Zuosuke Katsumasa gently pushed the little tea floating in the tea bowl, nodded slowly and firmly, and whispered in Japanese: "In the past few days, every batch of goods that we want to transport into the city of Peking has been intercepted by those who are so-called "stabbing" business! Even if those people know that our carriages are transported only by other groceries, even bricks, they attacked our carriages and attacked our escorts without hesitation. What does it mean to you?"

The manager of the Kikusho, who was standing opposite Zuosuke Katsumasa, had a few points of the style of a wealthy family, was very good at making a fortune: "I think they were just to let us give up more benefits! The only person who could control the time and route of the carriage so accurately, was Duan, who had just become the director of the Peking Patrol Police Station! He had already given him so many benefits, and he was so greedy. You can't stop him from indulging in his greed! We must"

Looking at the manager of the Kikusho who became more and more excited as he spoke, Zuosuke Katsumasa gently put the cup of tea in his hand on the table: "What must be done? You have to remember that the white flour transaction in Peking City must not have direct evidence, proving that we are manipulating all this! Except for this Master Duan, the other puppet figures that we have supported in Peking City almost do not have certain conditions that Master Duan has!"

Nodding vigorously, the manager of Jushu shouted in a low voice, "But you, do we let this greedy guy block our necks like this?"

Tap the table with his fingers, Zuosuke Katsumasaki chuckled and shook his head: "For such a greedy person, no matter how much money he is given, he cannot fill his appetite. If that is the case, then he can only treat him in another way - take everything from him, make him penniless and desperate, and can only find the only person who can save him to seek a way out!"

As if he had only a little understanding of Zuosuke Katsumasa's words, the manager of the Kikusho replied in confusion: "Your Excellency, are you talking about turning Duan into the second Qijia Xingsan? But if he becomes a citizen of the Great Japanese country, then his role will disappear?"

After waved his hand, Zuozhisuke Katsumasato said, "The title of the chief police officer of the Peking Man is of some use to us. What we have to do is to force him to ask for help from us - for example, after he bet all his wealth in today's bullfighting scene, if he loses all his property and even owes a lot of debts, then after almost every Chinese he knows becomes his creditor, we are the only one who can save him!"

With his eyes widened in surprise, the manager of Jushe almost screamed: "Are we going to repay all the debts for that shameless guy? You, even if this method is feasible, the pressure we have to bear will make Jushe in huge debt trouble! Maybe even Jushe will not agree with your approach!"

Looking at the manager of the Kikusho with a look of surprise with contempt, Zuosuke Katsumasa picked up the cup of tea in front of him again and gently sipped the fragrant Rainmaki Ryumai: "Debts can sometimes be paid without money. Sometimes some appropriate debts can even become an excellent means of service!"

He suddenly knelt in front of Zuonosuke Katsumasa. The manager of Kikusho crawled on the ground as required by traditional Japanese etiquette, and said in a deep voice to Zuonosuke Katsumasa who was sitting upright behind the desk: "I beg you to give me advice!"

With a bit of pride, Zuosuke Katsumasaki laughed in a low voice: "Peking City is too big. It's just relying on a tobacco restaurant. Master Duan may be able to meet our needs for a while, but over time, some variables will continue to appear. Especially after most people understand that white-faced transactions can bring huge profits, countless people will reach out to our transactions, and even set up many obstacles, making us exhausted to deal with these constant troubles!"

"But assuming that most of the people in the city of Peking have the power, power and wealthy all become the owners of this white flour sale, then no matter how many tobacco shops we open in the city of Peking, no matter how many white flour sells white flour, no one would say anything too much! If someone wants to hinder our business, then we don't need to do anything at all. Those people in the city of Peking who tasted the sweetness of the white flour business will pounce on them like wild dogs whose bones were stolen and bite them wildly!"

He raised his head slightly, and the manager of Jushu, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted as if he had suddenly realized it: "Your Excellency, what do you mean is to use China to control China? This is a wonderful idea. But why do you have to transport a large amount of goods into Peking City today? After several robberies without any gains, Mr. Duan stared at us very closely. Maybe this time will not be a good time?"

He slowly stood up, Zuosuke Katsumasato reached out and put the tea bowl on the desk, but he picked up a brush from the desk, wrote a few big words on a piece of white paper, and then threw the white paper in front of the manager of the Kikusho who was kneeling on the ground.

He held up the piece of paper with respect and respectfully. The manager of Jushu looked at the eight big words "Speaking east and killing two birds with one stone" that were not dry, and frowned again in confusion.

He shook his head helplessly. Zuosuke Katsumasa placed the brush in his hand on the pen holder, and snorted at the manager of the Kikushu with some disdain, "You have been in China for a long time, right? Why can't you even understand such a simple Chinese idiom?! Because of today's bullfighting scene, all the gates of Peking City relaxed the necessary inspection of those who went to the Niuma City to watch bullfighting. Even the caravans transporting bulk goods were just perfunctory. Under such circumstances, our goods were broken into pieces and it was easy to transport them into Peking City!"

He put his forehead on the ground again, and the juicy society manager said sincerely: "Your Excellency deliberately let the new and old Huo Zhengmen compete in the cattle and horse market in the south of the city. On the one hand, it can attract everyone's attention, and on the other hand, it can also take advantage of the opportunity to defeat the new Huo Zhengmen to obtain the fragments of those strange beast pictures! You, I am convinced!"

After chuckling and walking for a few steps, Zuosuke Katsumasa smiled as if he was talking to himself: "That self-righteous Duan, I still think that he was quietly sitting in the dark village in this two-dragon bet, isn't it known? When he faced those creditors who came to collect debts, he probably could only use the white-faced business we provided to him to evade those guys who were as greedy as him! So those creditors must see that we have sufficient goods! Otherwise, just a few words from Master Duan would definitely not be able to convince those creditors with red eyes."

He looked carefully at Zuoyusuke Katsumasa, who looked fierce, and the manager of the Kikusho knelt on the ground whispered to Zuoyusuke Katsumasa's words: "Then is the final gathering place for the goods still chosen in the warehouse we prepared?"

With his hands on his back, Zuosuke Katsumasa turned his head and looked at the huge clock placed on one side of the house: "It's almost time, send a signal to let the Ogasawara brothers who had hidden outside the Kikusawa Club last night! The final gathering place for the goods, I told the Ogasawara brothers yesterday! If this time, they have made any mistakes with the others, then let them cut their stomachs!"

After a heavy reply, the manager of Jushu stood up and left the study. After a while, a gray pigeon had already flew out of the pigeon shed in Jushu's backyard!

A pair of eyes stared at the carrier pigeon flying out of the yard behind the chrysanthemum club. She had a ragged cotton jacket on her head, a black straw rope tied in her waist, and a broken bowl in her hand. Jiuhouer, who looked like a little beggar, suddenly stood up from the entrance of the alley diagonally opposite the chrysanthemum shop, and bared at the few little disciples of Huozhengmen who were dressed almost the same: "It's really a call that Senior Brother Xiang and my second uncle are sure. These guys in the chrysanthemum club really plan to take advantage of the lively moments in the city of Sijiu today! You guys are staring here, and I'll go and report the message to my second uncle!"

He sucked the frozen snot hard and dressed up as a beggar, several of the little disciples of Huozhengmen who were also dressed up as beggars nodded: "Brother Jiuhouer, what should we do if the people in the chrysanthemum club do anything else? Let's go to the Huozhengmen hall to report the news?"

"Are you stupid? There are one in the Huozhengmen Hall today, and they all have their own responsibilities! If there is anything wrong with it, you can run to the south of the city to Niuma City!"

"Then this pigeon"
Chapter completed!