Chapter 252 Not simple (please subscribe to double monthly tickets)
Jiang Mule looked confused.
Grenade?
Explosive?
Licha Hotel?
Explore foreigners?
He knew that the grenade was a grenade.
He also knew about the bomb.
But, where is Licha Hotel?
Nothing matters anymore. Jiang Muzi understood that he was framed again?
Jiang Laosi was yelling in his mouth, but he was choking and rolled his eyes.
Jiang Laosan quickly handed over a bowl of water.
Jiang Laosi finally swallowed it, rolled his eyes, drank a sip of water and gave it to him, and finally he could speak, "I choked to death."
The little Taoist priest didn't speak, just looked at the three people and smiled.
"Master, may I ask, where is the hotel in this Lecha?" Jiang Muzi asked with his fists.
"Licha Hotel, the best hotel in Shanghai, where the hotels are all foreigners and wealthy and powerful Chinese." The little Taoist priest bit a straw in his mouth and said, "You three brothers, you can stay in it for a night and have a good meal after a year of fishing."
As he said that, he spat out the straw and said, "You guys are really brave enough to make this vote. Everyone in Shanghai knows the names of your brothers."
"Yes, the whole Shanghai knows it, and we only now know that we are so powerful." Jiang Laosan said in a muffled voice.
The little Taoist priest laughed.
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"Master, don't make us happy." Jiang Muzi smiled bitterly and said, "If our brothers have that ability, they will not be in such a situation."
"Are you in a hurry?" the little Taoist priest asked curiously.
"What's the use of being anxious?" Jiang Muzi smiled bitterly and sighed, "We brothers are out now and say that we didn't do anything we did, who believes?"
The little Taoist grinned, "I understand."
"It's a miserable man who has seen through this world." Jiang Muzi gave the half of his 'leftover' bun to the youngest Jiang Laosi, and said slowly.
At this time, Jiang Laosan suddenly asked, "Master, has the bomb in the Licha Hotel fired?"
"No." said the little Taoist priest, and said that the police officers were dispatched and found grenades, explosives and other items in the Licha Hotel. The news that the "Jing Mule" and others ran away early when the police arrived.
While speaking, he kept observing the reactions of these people.
Jiang Laosan frowned and thought, trying to say something, opened his mouth, but immediately shut up.
Jiang Laosi just swallowed the half-pig head and almost choked again. Seeing this, Jiang Laosan handed over a bowl of water.
Jiang Muzi patted Jiang Laosi on the back. When Jiang Laosi got angry, he looked at the little Taoist priest, "Tao Master, thanks for his rescue, we brothers are very grateful."
"Thank you, it sounds nice and not full of your stomach." The little Taoist priest said with a smile.
"A few of us brothers have no money or anything, so we have a lot of energy to die." Jiang Muzi looked at the little Taoist priest, "If the Taoist priest does not dislike it, the lives of the three brothers Jiang Muzi will be the Taoist priest."
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When Jiang Laosan heard this, his face changed and he was about to speak, but Jiang Muzi glared at him and could only lower his head in a depressed manner.
Jiang Laosi was drinking water, but the bowl accidentally fell to the ground. Jiang Laosi looked stupid and picked up a piece of broken bowl and licked the water on it.
However, the little Taoist priest saw that the silly Jiang Laosi's gesture of catching the broken bowl was not holding the palm up, but holding the palm downward. He had no doubt that Jiang Laosi would suddenly rise up in the next second and try to insert the bowl into his neck.
"What do I want your life?" The little Taoist priest stood up, patted the straw chips on his butt, shook his head and said, "If the boss Jiang does not dislike him, I can find a way for you in a few days."
After saying that, the little Taoist priest took out two more steamed buns, a pickle lump, bent over, put them in Jiang Laosi's hand, and patted Jiang Laosi's head with a smile, "Eat, eat."
The little Taoist took away the lantern hanging on the wall, pushed open the door, went out, turned around and closed the door of the woodshed.
The woodshed immediately fell into darkness.
Jiang Laosi grinned with the steamed buns and pickles in his hand.
"Smile," Jiang Laosan patted Lao Si's head, "That Taoist priest is smart, he has seen through you long ago."
Jiang Laosi was not angry either. He picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite, then took another bite of pickles, squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying the best delicacy in the world.
"Brother, do we really want to follow this Taoist priest?" Jiang Laosan asked.
"Yeah." Jiang Mule nodded.
"Brother, this Taoist priest is weird. Do you know if he is leading us a life or a dead end?" Jiang Laosan said in a low voice.
"Is there any difference between life and death for us?" Jiang Muzi said, as if he was talking to himself.
Jiang Laosan was also silent, gritting his teeth and not speaking.
Jiang Laosi happily gnawed the steamed buns, and a bite of the steamed buns and pickles, but he didn't choke anymore.
After a while, Jiang Laosan spoke again, "Brother, the people who framed us today are different from those in the past."
"Where is different?" Jiang Muzi asked. He was cautious in his work and relied on his experience in living in the world. However, he knew that he was a little inferior to the third brother, who was smart.
"No one died!" said Jiang Laosan.
The little Taoist priest did not live in the Taoist house, and the place where he sleeped was in a small house not far from the woodshed.
This is the backyard of the Taoist temple. The little Taoist priest will deliver firewood to the kitchen in advance every day, so no one comes here.
When he returned to his hut and lay on the small bed, the little Taoist priest screamed.
He thought these guys were stubborn and stupid. If it weren't for Jiang Laosan's words "Is the bomb in the Licha Hotel sounded?", which made him confused and raised his vigilance, he would not have noticed that Jiang Laossi was pretending to be stupid and even prepared to hurt people at all times.
It was almost cheated.
Thinking about it, if you can still survive in the pursuit of several aspects of the yamen, green forest, and foreign yamen, you have to have some brains and means.
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"No." Cheng Qianfan frowned.
He recalled the files about Jiang Mule, the group.
This is the real file.
It is not the kind of public file that deceives citizens and newspapers.
Ginger mule seems to have prestige among fishermen. He summoned several fishermen who were unwilling to continue to be bullied by fishermen and tried to resist. In the end, the action failed, his family was killed and fled in a hurry.
The introduction to this paragraph in the file is very simple, but it is not mentioned at all. Why did Jiang Mule's action fail?
It was this simple file, and the sad experience of Jiang Mule and his group being framed one after another, and their attempt to "strike the stone with eggs" to attack the Japanese sentinels.
These situations misled Cheng Qianfan and made him subconsciously believe that Jiang Mule and his group were reckless people.
However, Cheng Qianfan thought carefully and realized that things were not as simple as he imagined.
Not to mention whether the statement that ginger mules are quite prestigious among fishermen is true.
I also don’t consider why Jiang Mule’s resistance to the fisherman’s action failed.
After the failure, even being framed by various frames, surrounded by police, French Concession Police, public Concession Police, fishermen, gangsters, water bandits and other parties, this group of people was able to escape for so long.
How could it be an easy person?!
Jiang Mule and others may not have gone to school or were not educated, but being illiterate does not mean they are not smart enough.
"Shrimp skin." Cheng Qianfan said to Bai Xiaoxiao, "You go to meet the little Taoist priest and tell him that Jiang Mule's group is not that simple, so let him treat it carefully."