A man in his sixties who had the same outfit and props as Wang Dabin strode forward.
The setting sun outside the house cast a halo around him.
Upon seeing this, the diners got up and left in a hurry.
Wang Dabin got excited and jumped down from the stool in a panic. Before he could stand still, he quickly stepped forward and clasped his fists with his hands.
"Old helmsman..."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Dabin was slapped twice on the face.
Wang Dabin shook his head, then knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground and kowtowed.
"Old helmsman..."
Ma Hongsheng kicked Wang Dabin on the shoulder, "Get up and talk, why did you run wild on the Qinglong Society's territory? Have you forgotten the treaty made by our ancestors?!"
Wang Dabin was kicked to the ground again, and what he saw in his eyes was not the angry might of Ma Hongsheng, the old helmsman of the Taishan Society, "Master Hong", but the disdainful smile of Xiong Yaowu.
His hatred was like thunder and fire, surging crazily in his heart.
Wang Dabin jumped to his feet, cupped his hands and clasped his fists, "Back to the old helmsman, this disciple was indeed talking to someone and strayed into the Qinglong Society's territory. I would like to ask the old helmsman to warn you."
"You know what I'm doing, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have misunderstood Old Gang Leader Xiong. Are you dating someone to talk about something? Who are you dating, and what are you talking about? Shanghai is such a big place, do you have to come to a bad land?"
When Qiao Shiyou heard what Mr. Hong said, he knew that he had something to do with it today, so he stepped forward and clasped his hands, "I have met Mr. Hong, and this is Qiao Shiyou. This is the place where I made an appointment. I just wanted to know the taste of the fried fish here, and I didn't know that there was a geographical difference."
No. Please forgive me, Mr. Hong."
"Yes, yes. This disciple is discussing something with Mr. Qiao Er." Wang Dabin took out the telegraph newspaper and presented it to Ma Hongsheng.
Ma Hongsheng smoked the telegraph newspaper, but his eyes stared at Qiao Shiyou's face for a while. He felt that the man had a kind face and his name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen or heard it.
He looked away and read the telegraph newspaper.
The first thing that caught his eye was the eye-catching logo, followed by a line of small words below: Secret Service Headquarters of the Special Commission of the Central Executive Committee! As for the content of the translated message, he didn't read it at all.
Ma Hongsheng's eyes widened and he looked at Qiao Shiyou angrily, pointing to the small line of text on the telegraph newspaper, "Are you one of theirs?!"
"To tell you what Mr. Hong is saying, I'm not one of them, I'm just a friend." Qiao Shiyou had experienced ups and downs, but he still felt the sharpness and aggressiveness of Ma Hongsheng's eyes.
I can only tell the truth.
Ma Hongsheng didn't want to listen to Qiao Shiyou's explanation at all. He crumpled the telegraph newspaper into a ball and hit Wang Dabin on the head with his hand, "Remember, if you have the slightest connection with those individuals, I will expel you from Taishan Club forever."
No re-entry allowed!”
"Disciple, remember." Wang Dabin bowed his head and responded.
"I'm protecting your life. I'll go to Gang Leader Xiong's house tomorrow to apologize!" He turned to Qiao Shiyou, "Who did you just say you were?"
"I'm Qiao Shiyou of Jishitang. A long time ago, I sent daily necessities and medicinal materials to my house."
"Oh, don't mention the past, don't mention the past." Ma Hongsheng's eyes lit up, as if some light was igniting, and then the light disappeared, waving his hands.
"Yes, Mr. Hong."
"Qiao Shiyou, who are you, Qiao Shikuan?"
"Back to Mr. Hong, Qiao Shikuan is my elder brother."
"Oh, brother, are you okay?"
"Thank you Mr. Hong for remembering me. A new account will be opened soon."
"Oh, yes. I received the invitation."
"Then please be sure to come, Mr. Hong."
"Haha, definitely, definitely." He kicked Hu Ti on the butt who had just picked up the ball of paper that bounced under his feet, "You go with him tomorrow."
Hu Ti jumped up, quickly bowed and said: "As you command, old helmsman."
Ma Hongsheng threw out the teapot and took a long step forward.
Among the four diamond protectors of gold, silver, copper and iron behind him, the gold protector caught it in the air.
Wang Dabin and Hu Ti bowed to see each other off.
Xiong Yaowu couldn't help but feel frightened, and called the brothers of the Qinglong Society to follow him. He didn't forget to glance at Wang Dabin, but his eyes were much dim, without the previous flame.
Hu Ti handed the paper ball in his hand to Wang Dabin.
"Why did you go to the chief helm with Mr. Hong?"
"No, no. Mr. Hong went to the helm and asked me to follow him."
It turned out that Hu Ti sneaked out to follow Fan Derui, but Fan Derui took a rickshaw and turned left and right, wandering the streets and alleys for a long time, and finally stopped at the Hengshun Building in Xujiahui.
The Hengshun Building is Qiao Shikuan's property. The employee dormitory called Hengshun Department Store is actually rented out. Fan Derui, as the assistant manager of the Shanghai branch of Jishi Hall, has an apartment with two upper floors and two lower floors here, and does not have to pay rent.
Counted as benefits given by the company to senior executives.
Hu Ti saw Fan Derui go in, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't come out. He guessed that this person lived here. He thought about checking in when he returned to Taishan, so he went back. Unexpectedly, Mr. Hong came to look for the sub-rudder, so he asked him to come with him.
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Mr. Hong didn't know Hu Ti, and he was followed by the guardians of the Four Vajras. He called Hu Ti just to let the sub-rudder have a witness. It was just an accident.
Wang Dalin opened the ball of paper, put it on the table and smoothed it vigorously.
"Oh, a good thing has turned out like this." He raised his head and glanced at Qiao Shiyou, "It seems that the inside will not change."
Qiao Shiyou didn't understand what he meant, but thinking that Xiong Yaowu seemed more powerful than Wang Dabin, he reached out and raised his hat as a farewell.
Wang Dabin was only focused on the telegraph newspaper and did not return the greeting, allowing Qiao Shiyou to leave without saying goodbye.
Hu Ti waved his hand towards Qiao Shiyou's back and approached Wang Dabin, "Brother Bin, what is this?"
"nice one."
Hu Ti was about to ask where it was, because he had never seen a telegraph newspaper before, but he was still familiar with the official logo on it, but he felt something under his feet. He picked it up and saw that it was the photo of Mu Tian printed on it.
The extra number of Oriental Morning News.
He glanced at Wang Dabin, thinking about Qiao Shiyou who had just left, and murmured in his heart.
What's going on?
The owner of the fried dumpling shop, Lao Yangtou, was a cripple, but he was a well-connected person. He was once the cook of Songjiang Governor Wang Mazi. During the Northern Expedition, he delivered meals to the frontline soldiers, but his leg was injured by shrapnel from the Northern Expedition's artillery shells.
When Wang Dujun was defeated, he stayed in Shanghai.
The military governor took pity on his many years of service and gave him a large sum of retirement pay. He used it to marry the second daughter of the Zheng family and bought the fried fish shop from his father-in-law.
Fortunately, Wang Dujun's subordinates deserted, escaped, and retired from the army, and he also took care of his business, so the business grew bigger and bigger. What was originally a snack shop now has the size of a mid-range restaurant. Together with officials and businessmen, it is about
They are all the same, very much like Peng County’s two-year-old style.
Xiong Dacheng, the head of the Qinglong Society, was their founder. He used to be the regiment leader under Wang Dujun. He was unwilling to follow Wang Dujun to go south, so he stayed in Shanghai and founded the Qinglong Society.
The headquarters is located in the bad land boundary. The farthest reach of its sphere of influence is the junction of the public concessions. It has never violated the French Concession and the public concessions.
Therefore, as soon as Wang Dabin entered the store, a warning call was made to Xiong Dacheng. Later, Ma Hongsheng came directly to quell the imaginary dispute. Because of Wang Dabin's outfit and style, his identity was immediately exposed.
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Alas, as a human being, you still have to keep a low profile.
At this time, Lao Yang stepped forward and said to Hu Ti, "Mr. Hu, there is a guest over there who would like you to come over."
Hu Ti turned his head and looked inside.
There were men sitting in the back of the shop, with their backs to themselves and their top hats still on.
"Who?" Hu Ti was full of doubts. Someone called him sir?
He had already thought of a name for himself since he entered the Taishan Society yesterday, and he called him "Tengxian Hu".
This name will definitely be famous in Shanghai.
The louder one should be "Mu Hu Shuang Xiong".
That is the name he and Mu Tian share!
"The guest officer didn't say anything. You will know when you get there, sir."
Hu Ti still walked towards the man with a lot of suspicion.
Old Yangtou looked at Wang Dabin's obsessed look and had seen the scene just now, so he said: "Boss, how much fried food will you bring?"
He didn't even ask if he wanted to eat, but directly asked how much. This seemed to imply a forced purchase and sale. He was thinking that if Wang Dabin suffered a loss, someone would definitely bury the order.
Who would have thought that Wang Dabin said without hesitation: "Here are five kilograms." Then he placed a few silver dollars on the table.
Old Yangtou smiled, picked up the money, and went inside to prepare it.