"Tang, haha, we're rich, Tang, this land..."

Early in the morning, when others were doing their own things, Charles King had found the map of Shanghai at that time and had also conducted several investigations.

When he saw the hardwood pavement paved by Jew Os, Ai Hatong on Nanjing Road, he concluded that this was the soul of Shanghai.

Of course, in the future, the Antai Consortium, which will annex most of the capital in Shanghai, will also be established here. I originally planned to tell Tang Yunyang what he thought at noon and then do this in the afternoon. Who would have thought that Os, Ai, Hatong would appear in front of everyone like this.

Tang Yunyang looked up at Osie Hatong who was leaving alone downstairs. Although his wealth had reached a considerable level at this time, the clothes on him were not expensive and unattainable.

Simple and intelligent, persistent and diligent. When such a spirit is unified into a nation, what kind of terrible power will be emitted.

For example, Israel in that time and space were built on countries in an almost completely waterless desert without oil and without more valuable economic resources. Why did their economy not collapse?

And the lands of the Allah countries adjacent to him produced black gold, but they were no match for the Israelites at all.

Is it just an American aid? Or is it just because of the foolishness of Allah? What led to the formation of these things?

I'm afraid that I can only say one thing after all, people cannot compare!

Tang Yunyang came to his senses amid Charles King's cheerful cry and threw cold water at Charles King. Of course, he said it in French. He didn't want to be written by Elena Bel as a big villain who only knows how to sell weapons in the future.

"Do you know, Charles, do you think these weapons are free? Then you are very wrong. Without our weapons and equipment, and the funds, do you think Zionism would like us?"

"I protest, you can't speak French now, otherwise I promise you won't go anywhere!"

Tang Yunyang stretched out a finger to Erin Beier beside him.

"The last sentence, Miss Belle, Charles, don't forget Miss Marta's investment. I think she is serious! That's it, if nothing else, I'm leaving!"

The smile on the cheerful Charles King's face froze and he started to curse in a low voice.

"Damn Zionist! Hey, Don, you should always tell me where you are going, or how should I find you when something happens?"

Tang Yunyang, who was walking towards the inner room, stopped, turned around, reached out to touch Charles King with one finger, and stopped him from asking questions.

"Charles, I'll do magic. Don't try to grasp my whereabouts. That way I will be very dangerous. Do your own business and I will go to you when I need it!"

His fingers that seemed to have magical power could hold Charles King down, but he didn't have the ability to stop the figure of Elena Bel, a beautiful and powerful woman.

"No, you said you only spoke French, but you said a lot, so I will not let you act alone or leave my sight. And I promised Jane that I will look at you for him, you know Don, you can't escape!"

Tang Yunyang stopped obediently. He knew that this female reporter who didn't know how to write the word "death" could be done. Just like when he was sitting on his back and interviewing him, Tang Yunyang once thought, whether this girl was afraid of naturally suddenly mutating into a ** and rectifying her on the spot.

"I guess this powerful woman is not afraid!"

"Well, Miss Erinna Bel, what do you want me?"

Elena Bel showed a victory smile, and a row of small, neat and white teeth appeared in her red lips.

Very cute, but in Tang Yunyang's eyes, it was more terrifying. He understood that if he didn't try to get rid of this woman, he would be able to do nothing.

"Yes, but you have to follow us a little further away, and you can't let others see that you have something to do with us!"

On the streets of Shanghai, three Chinese men wearing long windbreakers were walking.

, If you look closely, you can still see that not far behind them. There is another Western woman with brown-red hair, holding a camera in her hand, and her steps under her feet are very fast, as if she is chasing something.

Unfortunately, her dress was much richer than the three. So the street vendors and beggars slowed down her pace.

When she occasionally lost her mind, the three men had already crossed the tram track in the middle of the road. At this time, a tram rang with a copper bell and slowly made the "whimper" sound of the motor, blocking the way Elena Beier was holding the camera. She had to stop and open her eyes and observe the front urgently.

But when the tram passed, she was surprised to find that Tang Yunyang had lost his trace with his three men. In this street full of Chinese people and dressed similarly, it was impossible to find the three of them again.

Tang Yunyang and the other three wore the windbreaker that they saw in Shanghai, the kind of clothes that ordinary people often wear.

It is not easy to find out that a popular baseball cap or topper is on the top of your head.

"Sir..."

After suddenly changing his costume, Situ Shang was not used to it. He was glared at Tang Yunyang as soon as he opened his mouth, which scared him so much that he didn't dare to speak again.

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This world is really big. Sometimes we have no way to find the loved ones we have lost. But this world is also very small. Sometimes, what you are looking for will definitely be found.

Knowing the Shanghai Shangqing Gang, Tang Yunyang's investigation into the cause of Li Zhicheng's death was even more unique, and his investigation direction began from those slums.

"Be careful, Brother Ma is careful..."

"Pengpeng..."

The sound of nailing wooden boards is still very loud, and a small pigeon cage with glass windows is slowly taking shape.

Today, for Xiao Xinjiang, it was a big happy event for the family. My sister, who never wanted to take leave for family affairs, even took one day off.

Xu Meiling looked up straight, looked at her younger brother and his elder brother, and led her men to build a small attic on her bungalow. Now, more and more people from other places are coming to the city to find jobs. A small attic that can be rented is a good place where you can supplement your family every month.

"Put the stairs in the house, use a door!"

Xiao Xinjiang shouted in his throat, and he was also very excited. After all, this was the first home business he had bought for his family.

This slum is like the slums in almost all metropolitan cities, all hidden in the darkness of tall buildings. If you walk outside on the streets of Nanjing Road, you can't see or think about anything that can be hidden under the glitz.

But sometimes, the most true stories in these metropolises happen in these dark little corners.

"Brother, look there, you can find such a beauty in such a place!"

When they got here, they could not speak English and French. Of course, no one of the three of them could speak Shanghai dialect, so they had to speak their hometown dialect. Tang Yunyang and Li Jin spoke Xi'an dialect, and as for Situ Shang, they had to say that his mouth could not be understood by others, Fujian Mandarin.

"Hey, boy, this is Shanghai, not New York. If you really chase the girl as you do in the United States or France, I guess the people here will definitely arrest you in the police room."

"Li Jin, go and get in touch!"

Tang Yunyang looked at the helping people with tattoos, and knew in his heart that they would have some connection with the Qing Gang. Compared to his investigation, is there any better start than this!

Li Jin received Tang Yunyang's look and put it in his pocket with one hand. His face looked a little timid as if he had just entered the city. His mouth was open in Xi'an dialect.

"Hey, brother, is this new room added? Is it your own home (ni sound), or is it rented out? (ni sound)!"

Xiao Xinjiang raised his eyes and glanced at him. Whether in terms of dress or dress, there were three Shaanxi people who were so rusty that they could fall out of scum. They opened their mouths in authentic Shanghai dialect, and their eyes naturally had some contempt.

"What's the matter with you? Go away quickly and don't get into trouble here!"

Li Jin had never been treated like this. He glared at him and planned to start scolding him.

"You thief..."

Tang Yunyang pretended to cough behind him, and finally stopped Li Jin's mouth, "Your mother!"

According to this boy's temper, it was time to move his fists after these three words. He pulled Li Jin aside, came to the front himself, first hugged a fist and bowed his hand, then took out a box of cigarettes, handed it over and started talking in the Shaanxi accent.

"Brother, don't be surprised. The three of us have just come to Shanghai from other places. We are not familiar with the place and want to find a place to stay. Who knows that when we ask, my mother is too expensive to live in the hotel. When we see my brother buying a new house, we want to ask for the price. If we can reach an agreement, we can settle down!"

Just as they were tangling outside the house, Ma Yongzhen came out of the house and saw a foreigner carrying three piano boxes talking to Xiao Xinjiang endlessly, thinking that something had happened, and even said something was not very skillful in Shanghai dialect.

"Where did the little bastard come from here to make trouble? If you don't have money, don't tremble here (don't stubbornly). The house here is very expensive. If you can't afford to rent it, don't quarrel here."

The piano case used to hold weapons in Tang Yunyang's hand.

"This big brother, my brothers are all good at playing the huqin (erhu). They can always make a living. This big brother, this brother, let's help and take care of it.

As for who we are, as the saying goes, people will see each other's hearts over time. Over time, you will know that we are serious people!”

When Xiao Xinjiang and Ma Yongzhen were still about to speak, suddenly, Shanghai dialect, which was more gentle and beautiful than the two, came from next to him.
Chapter completed!