Chapter 279 Mr. Cheng loves money and there is no great kindness
November 24, the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, is the Western Thanksgiving Day.
The third day of the tenth lunar month is a time for visiting relatives and friends, cleaning, deworming, and burial.
Snowing.
The tiny snowflakes that started falling in the early morning turned into heavy snow by the evening.
This is the second earliest snowfall in Shanghai. It is said that the last snowfall dates back to the 21st year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty. That year, the first snowfall fell on November 2nd. Of course, no one used the word "Western" at that time.
Calendar.
In the courtyard of the central patrol house, three tarpaulin trucks have been started, and their engines roar like a drunkard snoring.
There were eight people standing next to each truck, four of whom were carrying long guns and four of whom were carrying short guns. The same thing was that they all held steel-tipped iron rods in their hands. A hit on the head with a stick would leave a bloody hole.
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Cheng Qianfan was wearing the uniform of a senior police officer without a raincoat. He let the snowflakes fall, falling on his police hat, police uniform, riding boots and eyebrows.
He raised his head and looked at the large swaths of snowflakes flying in the air.
There is a cigarette in his mouth, no, to be precise, he is biting a cigarette.
Xiao Cheng raised his wrist impatiently and glanced at the time on the watch on his wrist.
Hou Pingliang ran all the way. He rushed to Brother Fan's side, covered his hands and whispered, "The people are here."
Hearing this, Xiao Cheng always raised a smile on his lips.
…
puff!
The cigarette he was holding in his mouth spit out on the ground and disappeared into the snow.
"Ball Ball Ballroom!" Mr. Cheng raised his head, snowflakes fell on his neck, and the place name came out of his mouth.
"yes!"
The policemen got into their cars, and the tarpaulin military truck made a roaring sound as it stepped on the accelerator, and rushed towards the gate.
The sentries who had been waiting for a long time quickly pulled up the barrier gate, saluted at the same time, and watched the three steel monsters rush out.
Cheng Qianfan was sitting in the passenger seat of a military truck. He glanced at a rickshaw that had just run past in the wind and snow, yawned slightly, and threw the cigarette butt out of the window.
…
The term "ball ballroom" is not because there are many "balls" in this ballroom, nor is it because the ballroom is famous for being "good at playing ball."
This ball is neither basketball nor football that college students play, nor is it the small rubber ball that young men and women buy.
‘Ball’ is actually a lingo for loan sharking.
For example, if a borrower borrows an ocean ball debt, he must repay at least fifty cents in interest every day.
Such high interest rates are almost impossible to repay in a lifetime. This is like a ball rolling over and over again with no end. It is called "ball debt".
The ‘ballroom’ is actually a place where men can dance, make money, and have fun all in one place.
The reason why it is called the "ball ballroom" is because whenever someone loses money or has insufficient ticket funds, there will be dancers dressed up in colorful clothes to strike up a conversation and lure the other party to borrow a "ball ball debt".
No matter whether you are jealous of losing or full of gossip, as long as you borrow this football debt, your family will be ruined, your children will be sold, or your whole family will be hanged and thrown into a well.
Such an unconscionable thing exists blatantly in the Shanghai Bund Concession. In this chaotic situation, only Zhang Xiaolin and Boss Zhang's property dare to be so blatant.
…
When Lu Xingge came out of the alley and was about to walk towards the ballroom across the road, he saw the shining car lights shining directly through the snow and fog like two lamp beads.
He hurriedly stepped back into the alley and stuck his head out to take a look.
I saw many trucks heading this way.
He came here to meet with his men, but at this moment, he didn't dare to enter the dance hall again.
Soon, three trucks parked at the entrance of the Ball Ballroom.
The patrolman, who was loaded with ammunition, jumped out of the truck tarp, carrying a long gun on his shoulder, a gun case slung over his shoulder, and a copper-headed baton in his hand.
These rushed to the door of the Ballroom and surrounded the door.
Then, Lu Xinge saw a man jump out of the passenger compartment of the truck in the middle.
"It's the third brother." Lu Xingge frowned slightly.
Wearing white gloves on both hands, with his right hand gently pressing on the holster, Xiao Cheng walked step by step through the snow to the door.
"The Jiang Mule gang is hiding here." He put his hands to his mouth and huffed, "Everyone in the dance hall will be arrested and screened."
…
"It's someone from the patrol room." The dazzling white light and the movement at the door had attracted the attention of the guests in a room on the second floor.
"It's Cheng Qianfan." Luo Yannian opened a small gap in the curtains, took a look outside, and said.
He frowned and said, "Comrade Dictionary, I will cover you and you must retreat immediately."
"No." Dictionary shook his head resolutely and lowered his voice and said, "Secretary Luo, my current identity is justified even if I appear here. You are different. Once you are interrogated and dug out, it will be difficult to cover up the past.
"
"No, you retreat immediately." Luo Yannian said decisively, "There is no time, this is an order."
He admitted that what 'Dictionary' said was reasonable, but this did not ensure that 'Dictionary' would not be suspected at all. Comrade 'Dictionary' was a senior agent who had gone through great hardships in the organization to break into the enemy. He would definitely not
Allow 'dictionary' to have hidden dangers that may be suspected.
In order to protect the 'Dictionary', he does not hesitate to put himself in danger.
"Take care!" Dictionary took a deep look at his old leader and comrade-in-arms, opened the door, walked along the corridor to the corner, and was about to go downstairs. When he heard the movement in the hall on the first floor, he returned without hesitation.
, entered a room that he had observed long ago, jumped off the balcony of the room, rolled on the ground, and hid in the corner of the bushes.
After confirming that the enemy was not coming this way, he walked slowly towards the back door, opened the latch, closed the door after exiting, and soon disappeared into the snowy night.
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The noisy dance hall suddenly became chaotic as police officers armed with live ammunition broke in.
Pang Shui, who was having a heart-to-heart talk with a dancer, glanced at Mr. Cheng, who was surrounded by his subordinates. He frowned slightly, and then winked at the subordinates beside him.
One of them understood, nodded, and went to greet him first.
"Cheng Qianfan, what are you going to do? Others are afraid of you, but I, the scarlet man, am not afraid of you..."
Pang Shui slapped his forehead with his right hand and covered his face.
His original intention was to ask his subordinates to go up and ask what was going on, not to do this reckless thing.
boom!
Suddenly there was a gunshot!
The scabby Asan was shot in the calf. He screamed and knelt on the ground. Then he lay on the ground, howling and wailing while holding his shot right calf and rolling on the ground in pain.
It hurts, it really hurts.
The scabby Ah San was wailing at the top of his lungs. He remembered the last time he went to Baoshan to collect grain. He fired two shots at an old man who knelt down, hugged his thigh and begged. He saw that the old man was covered in pain.
He laughed as he rolled around, just finding it interesting.
Now that the bullet hit him, he felt the pain and fear.
…
Screams arose one after another in the ballroom.
His men were shot, and Pang Shui could no longer hide. The most important thing was that he couldn't hide anymore. He could only pretend to be carefree and patted the non-existent dust on his body, and looked at him coldly.
Cheng Qianfan walked over.
"Vice President Cheng is here. Pang is not able to welcome him from a distance. It's a sin. It's a sin." Pang Shui said.
"You also know that the crime is yours." Cheng Qianfan looked coldly and nodded, "Then just do it honestly. Where is he?"
"Who?" Pang Shui asked.
"Are you deaf?" Hou Pingliang scolded from the side, "Brother Fan just said that you are harboring the Jiang Mule gang here."
"I'm talking to your commander, who do you think you are?" Pang Shui was not so polite to Hou Pingliang.
His view has always been to either kill Cheng Qianfan with lightning speed and then spend a lot of money to extinguish the French's anger, or to turn their hostility into friendship with Cheng Qianfan and make everyone rich together, instead of just injuring and killing each other like they are now.
The enemy was unable to resolve the problem decisively.
The boss Zhang Xiaolin thinks that his seniority and strength are much higher than that of Mr. Cheng. In the words of Mr. Zhang, Cheng Qianfan, a native of Jiangshan, is not even worthy of carrying Mr. Zhang's shoes to her.
Pang Shui privately believed that with the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, the previous method of ranking based on seniority was outdated. Now whoever has the guns and the people, especially whoever can get the support of the Japanese, will have what they say.
Zhang Xiaolin has the support of the Japanese, but Cheng Qianfan has always had a close relationship with the Japanese, and in all likelihood, he will be taking over the Japanese job in the future.
Therefore, in Pang Shui's view, the gap in strength between Boss Zhang and Cheng Qianfan, especially in their background and connections, is far less exaggerated than the boss thinks. They are just one earlier and the other later.
I work with the Japanese to earn a living.
Of course, Boss Zhang is a head above Cheng Qianfan after all.
As for himself, he thought that as a general under Zhang Xiaolin, he should be equal to Cheng Qianfan. Cheng Qianfan was rude to him, but he could barely bear it. However, Cheng Qianfan's subordinates also dared to drink three or four times at him.
This is a lack of understanding of the rules, and this cannot be tolerated.
Even if he is willing to endure it, Zhang Xiaolin behind him cannot endure it, nor can his subordinates.
"Monkey, Mr. Pang scolded you for not knowing the rules. That's your fault." Cheng Qianfan said, "I have repeatedly warned you to treat suspects with respect. The suspect is still a living person before he is shot..."
Pang Shui was quite satisfied after hearing what he said, but then the more he listened, the more something was wrong. Just when he was about to speak, he saw Cheng Qianfan pointing towards him, "Why don't you hurry up and invite Mr. Pang?"
, apologize to him properly."
…
Hou Pingliang stepped forward with a cold face.
Pang Shui also looked at him coldly, he wanted to see what the other party was going to do.
Moreover, he didn't think Hou Pingliang dared to do anything to him.
"Mr. Pang, Brother Fan asked me to apologize to you." Hou Pingliang even apologized with a cold face, "But I don't want to apologize to people like you, and I don't want to violate the rules set by Brother Fan. What do you think I should do?
?”
rule?
What rules?
Oh, yes, this guy Cheng Qianfan said that living people must be respected and cannot...
Pang Shui's expression suddenly changed.
puff!
Then, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart. He looked down in disbelief and saw a dagger stuck in his abdomen.
Well!
Hou Pingliang even stirred the dagger twice.
Until his death, Pang Shui could not believe that he had died like this:
As the general and think tank of Zhang Xiaolin, who was favored and respected by the Japanese, as the Japanese became more and more powerful, his good life would only become more and more worth looking forward to. Why did he die?
"Report to Vice President Cheng that Mr. Pang has a sudden illness and cannot be treated properly," Hou Pingliang said.
"Okay, don't cover up for Pang Shui. He won't appreciate it." Cheng Qianfan said, "What's the use of Mr. Pang's reputation?"
He suddenly drew his gun.
Bang bang bang.
Three shots were fired in succession, hitting Pang Shui in the abdomen. "After investigation, Pang Shui was actually the third boss of the Jiang Mule gang. Faced with the just arrest of our police station, Pang Shui was afraid of crime and could not escape. He resisted and was eventually shot to death."
After saying that, Xiao Cheng opened the safety and put the gun into the holster. He looked around at the people in the ballroom and said, "It's broad daylight."
A gambler glanced outside the door and saw a dark sky filled with snowflakes.
…
"Important leaders of the Jiang Mulezi gang, such as Pang Shui, killed people, kidnapped people, raped women, and even openly resisted our police station. They committed extremely heinous crimes."
"Pang Shui deserves to die."
"Everyone has seen what happened today with your own eyes and ears."
As he said this, Xiao Cheng put his hands on the bar and said, "I'm done."
There was a smile on his face like a warm spring breeze, "Who has any different opinions?"
There was dead silence in the hall at first.
Then, one of Pang Shui's men seemed to have just reacted and shouted in horror, "You killed Mr. Pang, you killed Mr. Pang!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Lu Hu, Lu Jiufan, and Hou Pingliang shot almost at the same time, and this young man from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association was almost beaten to a pulp.
"Very good." Xiao Cheng glanced at the corpse on the ground and nodded with satisfaction, "This little brother has no objection now."
He looked around at everyone again, "Is there anyone else who objects?"
"No."
"No."
Everyone was trembling, and soon someone clever shouted, 'Jiang Mule's gangster Pang Shui deserves to die'!
Then someone more clever shouted, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for killing Bandit Pang and saving my life."
Some people even burst into tears with excitement.
"Very good." Mr. Xiao Cheng nodded, "You are all sensible people. You should know that telling lies and retracting confessions is a very serious crime and can lead to death."
Some nodded, while others shook their heads in horror.
"No way."
"We have seen with our own eyes that Mr. Cheng is our reborn parent."
"Very good." Cheng Qianfan clasped his hands and said, "On behalf of the patrol room, Cheng thanked you for your strong support."
Everyone was about to cry and they didn't even dare to say anything.
"Next, those whose names are read will come forward." Da Toulu stood up, cleared his throat, took out a piece of paper from his body, and said.
Everyone was frightened again.
"Don't panic." Mr. Xiao Cheng explained considerately, "Except for Pang Shui's accomplices, most of the people on the list are people implicated by Pang Shui. As long as they are verified by the patrol room, there are no major mistakes.
, you can find someone to bail you out and go home.”
Everyone felt inexplicably relieved.
As long as Xiao Cheng remains true to his original intention and is willing to accept everyone's respect, this is great.
These people have never found a money-loving Xiao Cheng so reassuring as they do now.
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