Hong Guang said: "Zhang Shihu, buy me some cigarettes..."

Zhang Shihu did not set off, but replied: "Young Master, someone will deliver it soon."

Hong Guang immediately knew that they had communication equipment they didn't know. He lay on the sofa. He sighed and said to himself: "This day is hard, alas, why am I so unlucky!"

A servant came in with a basket of cigarettes and left on the coffee table.

Tobacco was popular in the Qing Dynasty, and it was all done by using hookah and dry tobacco. Mechanical tobacco was a new thing that only emerged in the past decade. The packaging was so simple that Hong Guang couldn't even speak. He tore open the cigarette box and the shoddy tobacco lines, and there was not even the most basic filter.

Hong Guang muttered: "The horse team card? The Jian card? Pinhai, it's actually a ten-pack. Damn, this cigarette... Forget it, let's make do."

Then, he asked curiously: "How much did it cost?" He never asked about the price before, but now he is restricted from spending, with only one hundred oceans a day, which makes him not be careful.

Zhang Shihu said: "It won't exceed two oceans, maybe one ocean."

Hong Guang said in surprise: "Hey, that's so cheap?" He said that, and pulled out a cigarette and lit it with foreign fire. After taking a puff of the cigarette, he was choked and coughed continuously. After that, he found that his mouth was full of smoke residue and moist. Bah, after a while, he was depressed. He pressed the cigarette on the coffee table and lay down on the sofa. He didn't want to say a word anymore, and he felt tired!

At this time, Zhang Hao walked in and asked, "Are you still used to it?"

Hong Guang got up and smiled boredly: "Brother, don't tell you if you don't have the cigarette you brought to me..."

Zhang Hao also smoked, but he smoked very little now: "No!" and threw him a pack of cigarettes.

Hong Guang took it and smiled and said, "I just said, why don't you have it? Hey, white-shelled smoke?"

Zhang Hao said: "Of course it's white-shelled, otherwise I'll give you a box of Greater China cigarettes?"

I tore open the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and looked carefully. This was a cigarette without a trademark, with a white filter, and two golden lines on it, without any trace of the trademark, but this is a modern cigarette.

Illuminated and took a deep breath, and then he was familiar with the smell of smoke, soft and not spicy. A cigarette slowly vented: "Brother, you will give it to the cigarette in the future, it is not sold outside."

Zhang Hao said: "In fact, it's better to quit."

"I can't quit, I can't kill me anyway..."

Zhang Hao said: "Let me go with me and invite a few friends to have dinner. You can go with me, just in the small restaurant downstairs."

Hong Guang was immediately excited and said, "Is this the ancients?"

Zhang Hao suddenly hesitated and said, "Don't talk or talk less when you go. If you talk nonsense, I will ask Zhang Shihu to take you away. Don't say I didn't remind you. Also, they are not ancient people, but modern people."

Hong Guang used his hand to scratch from one side of his mouth to the other, indicating that the zipper was closed and he would not talk nonsense.

Zhang Hao looked at his watch and said, "Time is up, let's go downstairs."

Hong Guang suddenly realized that he also needed a watch. He never wore any watches before, but now he found that it was really inconvenient to have no watch.

Zhang Hao said: "Zhang Shihu, please give me a pocket watch."

As soon as I reached the stairs, someone gave Zhang Hao a box.

This is a gold pocket watch, which Zhang Hao used to attack the market. It was made very exquisitely and is the best pocket watch of this era. It was handed to Hong Guang.

Hong Guang had never seen a pocket watch in his life. After fiddling with it for a while, he said strangely: "How can you wear such a big watch on your hand? By the way, what's the use of this big gold chain?"

Zhang Hao took the pocket watch and buckled the gold chain on his chest, then put the gold pocket watch in his pocket on the side of his chest, and said, "This big gold chain is used to show off, showing that you are a rich man."

By the way, I'll change him to a top hat. This gold chain with a melon leather hat is a bit stupid.

Someone brought a black top hat and replaced it with Hong Guang. Suddenly, this guy's temperament changed, from a landlord Laocai to a merchant comprador.

"Can you understand the Shanghai dialect of this era?"

"I understand, understand!"

"That's good. You can speak official language and Shanghai dialect. You can do whatever you want."

The two of them chatted all the way and arrived at the second floor. Along the way, many staff would salute Zhang Hao and call him Dong Zhang.

Zhang Hao also smiled and signaled that because of his ability to remember everything, he could call people here and know their background and identities.

The restaurant on the second floor is not open to the public. It is specially used by Zhang Hao to entertain guests. At the same time, he usually serves the people in this restaurant, whether it is to send it upstairs or to go downstairs to eat.

This is a large space, with a restaurant with Western and Chinese style decoration styles. Today is a restaurant with Chinese style decoration. The floor is paved with gold bricks. The so-called gold bricks are specially fired green bricks, the Eight Immortals desktop is embedded with marble countertops, with natural marble patterns, which are very exquisite.

The large and exquisite wood-carved windows have eight screens on the partitions, and they are still made of wooden frames inlaid with marble. This is a complete set of mahogany furniture, which is exquisitely crafted and is also a good object in this era.

There are four banners of Ren Yi hanging on the wall, with boneless freehand flowers and birds. Ren Yi is a local painter. He is very famous in Shanghai and is one of the four masters of the Shanghai School. Of course, the so-called four masters are in the southern part of Shanghai. Chinese people like to gather four people to express themselves, such as the Four Masters of the Qing Dynasty, the Four Masters of the Song Dynasty, etc.

Hong Guang followed in. This guy didn't have a single elegant bone and never cared about artworks or anything else. His evaluation of the entire Chinese restaurant was just one word.

earth!

Two words, old-fashioned!

Zhang Hao was so angry that he slapped him and slapped him on the back of his head. The guy looked aggrieved: "Brother, why are you hitting me?"

"Sit on the side, don't talk, no one says you're mute!"

"oh."

I sat obediently on the side. Although I didn't know why Zhang Hao got angry, this guy understood one thing very well. In this world, it's best to be obedient, otherwise it would be himself who suffers.

I sat aggrievedly on the side, took out a cigarette, and smoked in depressed voice.

Soon, the guests invited came in one after another. The first one was Lei Zhengtong's shopkeeper from Rishengchang, followed by Zhou Renfeng and Lin Zhicheng, and the last one was Xu Run from Tongwen Bookstore.

They greeted each other. There were many etiquettes in this era. Hong Guang's scalp was numb and he didn't understand what they were polite about when they bowed and beaten thousands. When Hong Guang was introduced, he reached out and wanted to shake hands, which made everyone at a loss.

Zhang Hao explained: "Brothers Hong Guang came back from abroad, so they didn't know much about domestic etiquette." Only then did they cover up the past.

All four of them came here first. Xu Run saw Ren Yi's paintings on the wall at a glance and smiled: "Dr. Zhang also likes Ren Bonian's paintings."

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "I like Ren Bonian and Wu Changshuo very much."
Chapter completed!