Liu Yue'e didn't know the basics and wanted to persuade Chen Baoxiang: "Head of the family, tell Chuanwen that he has been working very hard these days, as if he is making good money based on his own ability."
Chen Baoxiang was too lazy to explain, and Liu Yuee didn't understand even if he talked too much.
At dawn, he got up early and told the two brothers: "When working outside, your hands and feet must be diligent and your eyes must be bright. Don't let others sell it, and help them count the money."
Chuan Wen nodded in agreement and repeated Baotou's original words.
"Thank you first, but you don't have to agree to it. People are rushing to do this kind of good thing. If you don't do it, of course someone will do it. You should take good care of your brother. When you go out, safety comes first."
He was very interested in passing the text, and since Chen Baoxiang didn't want to, he wouldn't steal the limelight.
"Dad, we work overtime at night and won't be back for dinner."
Chen Baoxiang nodded and watched the two children go away.
There's only so much he can do.
If some news about the world is revealed in advance, it will make Chuanwen and Chuanwu feel uneasy, unable to work well, and fearful, which will not be beautiful.
Chen Baoxiang had something on his mind and was absent-minded in the store in the morning.
Regular customers laughed heartily when they talked about the lion dance during the first month.
It turns out that the Japanese posted notices asking Jinan people to prepare well and celebrate a good New Year. His Majesty the Emperor was considerate of the Chinese people's love for the New Year and asked the garrison troops in each city to try their best to enjoy it with the people.
"The devils are no longer mere objects, but they still have some conscience and know the customs and habits of the Chinese people. During the Chinese New Year, everyone is happy. No matter where guns are fired and wars are fought, as long as it is on Chinese soil, the New Year must be celebrated and it must be lively...
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"The Emperor finally has some discernment. Otherwise, we Chinese people will rebel against him. Over the years, many dog emperors who have brought disaster to the country and the people have been overthrown. Is he still missing the Emperor of Japan?"
Chen Baoxiang laughed, but had nothing to say.
He knows much better than these regular customers how vicious the Japanese are.
"Okay everyone, the Emperor of Japan is very interesting, and we Jinan people should not be unkind. Don't the Japanese want to have a party with us? We have to be reasonable on the surface, do lion dances, walk on stilts... go to their military headquarters, and let them
People are enjoying the joy of the Chinese people, jumping up and dancing..."
Chen Baoxiang looked at the account books, and his ears were filled with the enthusiastic voices of these people.
"Baoxiang, the two boys in your family are going to walk on stilts, right? Chuan Wen and Chuan Wu are both good, especially Chuan Wu. They are quick and agile and are a good way to walk on stilts!"
Chen Baoxiang raised his head and quickly declined.
In troubled times, those who stand out will not end well.
He would rather his two sons stay quiet, stay out of trouble, live peacefully and slowly.
"Baoxiang, don't just smile... The imperial army said that during this Chinese New Year, as long as the stilt team enters the door, everyone will be rewarded, and they will be the bottom of the ocean. If the two children come down in the first month, they will definitely earn you ten twenties.
Ten oceans. Come on, come on, let them find me, and I will send you a stilt team..."
Chen Baoxiang looked at these people and suddenly felt that they were all rats, with short-sighted eyes and forgetful thoughts.
"Sending stilts to the Japanese? Are you stupid? The Japanese kill every day with bayonets, Japanese knives, short spears, and long spears...how many people in Jinan? Celebrate the New Year with them, and the bones of the innocent souls underground will probably jump with anger!
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Someone came in, walked up to the counter, took off his hat, and greeted in a low voice: "Two handfuls of meat, two kelp rolls, four bowls of rice, and eight tea eggs."
Chen Baoxiang looked up and saw Yu Shutong, his heart sank and the smile on his face froze.
There were four other people outside the door, who came with Yu Shutong. They should be spies of the Japanese devils, but now they have become Yu Shutong's followers.
Chen Baoxiang stood up and served rice to the boy.
"Boss Chen, has anyone come over these days?"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head. There would be a big chaos in the Shenqiang. He could talk about these things for three days and three nights. However, he had nothing to say to the traitor lackeys.
"Boss Chen, you and I are acquaintances. If you see a stranger and report it to me, you will receive a reward."
Yu Shutong's tone remained the same, but his identity was completely different.
In the past, he was a member of the Gunslingers Association, with a Jianghu status, and he was on a different path from the Japanese devils.
Now, he wears the same pants as the Japanese and has become an out-and-out traitor.
Chen Baoxiang felt disgusted. The people of Jinan were selling rice and meat to traitors, which was worse than feeding it to dogs.
Yu Shutongtian was shameless and continued to ramble: "The Eighth Front Army sent people here. If you want to eat in the city, they must come here. Boss Chen, I will take care of you, so I will specifically tell you. If it were someone else, I would be too lazy to pay attention to them..."
Chen Baoxiang brought the meat, eggs, kelp rolls, and rice to the desk and prepared to go back behind the counter.
Suddenly, Yu Shutong grabbed his wrist: "Don't think I don't know. You have helped many people in the world, welcomed them to you, and had secret affairs. From now on, you will listen to me and be my secret agent."
Do you understand?"
"Boss Yu, I am not lucky enough to earn your bounty. Besides, how can I know what the people of the Eighth Front Army look like?"
Yu Shutong smiled, took out three photos from his pocket, placed them on the table, and spread them out one by one.
The two pictures above are both silhouettes of men.
The bottom picture is of a woman. She is wearing a female school uniform, with a schoolbag slung over her shoulder and a book in her hand.
Looking at the background, she is walking through the streets, and in the distance are the ancient Bell and Drum Towers in Peiping.
"It's just these three people. If you catch one of them, you'll be rewarded three thousand dollars."
Chen Baoxiang shook his head: "Is this a female student? Why is she from the Eighth Front Army?"
Yu Shutong picked up the woman's photo and looked at it carefully: "Li Qingtian... this is not a female student... she is just pretending to be a female student. This photo was taken by a Japanese reporter. There were seven senior Japanese officials and
Their wives died...all with one knife and their throats cut. The Four Great Killers are well-deserved. This Li Qingtian's killing methods have spread throughout Asia, and no one can match them. It's really amazing!"
Chen Baoxiang looked at the photos and couldn't believe that such a young and beautiful female student would be one of the "four killers" who made his colleagues jealous.
"Boss Chen, in short, if you see anything that looks like the photo, report it to me immediately. I have an office now, in the middle of Furong Street, in the small building north of Guandi Temple."
Yu Shutong started to eat and finally stopped talking.
Chen Baoxiang had seen three photos. Although they were all silhouettes, he remembered the photos in his mind and could recognize the three of them as soon as they appeared.
Of course, let alone a bounty of 3,000 yuan, he would never tell the Japanese even if it was 30,000 yuan.
The heroes of the Eighth Front Army are the vanguards who kill Japanese and traitors. To report them is to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and bring shame to all the ancestors of China.
Regular customers noticed that Yu Shutong had different identities. Although they were both Chinese and both spoke Chinese, Yu Shutong was sitting there, exuding an arrogant murderous aura that forced people to retreat.
All the customers were gone, leaving only Yu Shutong's table.
"Boss Chen, you are a friend of the Sharpshooter Club. Have you seen them in the past few days?"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head, and the scene where Luo Hongying continuously pulled the trigger on Zhao Wuji's head immediately appeared in his mind.
No matter how many heroes there are, once they start fighting among themselves, they will have no fighting power at all.
After all, the Sharpshooter Club is not a one-hundred-and-eight generals of Liangshan heroes. Under the temptation of gold and silver, there will always be people who cannot bear the loneliness and defect away.
"Damn it, these people suddenly disappeared, leaving me unable to find a way to make meritorious deeds. Boss Chen, if you see Luo Hongying, just tell me..."
Chen Baoxiang estimated that Luo Hongying had already left the city and was far away from this sad place.
Before Yu Shutong finished finishing his meal, Bi Gong walked in with great swagger, pulled out a long bench and sat across from him.
"Lesbian, you still have the fucking intention to eat meat here? The roads are full of rumors that the Divine Spear Club will lead Long Qianli. Zhao Wuji surrendered to the Japanese and was assassinated by Luo Hongying and the older generation of hermits from the Divine Spear Club. Now, the two
Human corpses appear in mass graves in the northwest, eaten beyond recognition by crows and wild dogs... You still want to make meritorious deeds, what good thing are you thinking about?"
Yu Shutong jumped up and almost overturned the table: "What? The second master and the third master are dead? How is it possible that Luo Hongying has any ability to defeat them?"
Bi Gong sneered: "These two guys are too arrogant. If they don't take anyone seriously, they should have died a long time ago. Yu Yu, if they die, will you soon be in power? The imperial army doesn't have much patience anymore. The leader of the car.
If the matter is not resolved, you will have no fucking hope of living!"
Chen Baoxiang raised his eyes and saw that Bi Gong's face was full of arrogance. He didn't take Yu Shutong seriously at all. He kept saying "less than" one after another, thinking that he was a senior in the world.
Both of them defected to the Japanese, but sooner or later.
Since they are all traitors, there is no distinction between them.
"Uncle Bi, the third master is the military advisor and housekeeper of the Sharpshooter Association. He is the only one who knows the secret of the dragon head car. Now that he is dead, what can I do?"
"Less, don't try to be clever here. The Japanese want the leading car and look for the Dragon Vein of the Qing Dynasty. This task is not issued by me, but by the North China Military Headquarters, the Kwantung Army Headquarters, His Majesty the Emperor... Okay, after you have eaten,
Go away and go to work. Catching the people from Peiping can be considered a meritorious service..."
Yu Shutong couldn't help but lowered his head and walked out.
"Less, remember, if the Japanese want to live, the four killers must be sent to Peking alive... I have You Canghai in my hand, and the remaining three are up to you, hehehehe..."
Yu Shutong became anxious. He turned around and stared at Bi Gong: "Uncle Bi, are you not mistaken? Are these devils in Jinan trying to catch the three killers of the Eighth Front Army alive?"
"Less than, pay attention to your wording. This is the Japanese Imperial Army, not the Japanese. If they want to live, we have to follow the rules. Do you understand? Serve other people's bowls and be controlled by others. You will gradually understand in the future,
The Japanese are smart and don't need us to use our brains. Just do whatever they ask you to do and don't show off."
Yu Shutong sighed and strode out.
The four people at the door followed immediately without saying a word.
"Boss Chen, do you think the people in the Sharpshooter Club are fools? They come all the way to Jinan, thinking that this is a good place where they can start a career and find the leading car... Silly, really stupid, we Chinese are interested in it.
The Japanese have long been interested in fat meat..."
Chen Baoxiang did not respond from beginning to end.
He didn't want to deal with the traitor, and besides, Bing Gong had a noble status, and he, Chen Baoxiang, was just a cook and had no right to talk to them.