The old abacus asked for instructions, and Dragon Boat Festival looked at the sky. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was getting dark, and the neon lights of Shanghai were also lighting up one after another at this time.
Shanghai is indeed different from other places. Even though it has just experienced the war for a few months, the place has already returned to its former glory.
"Tuanzu, how about we find a building to live in? Hehe!"
Lao Abacus was rubbing his hands and looking at the Dragon Boat Festival with a flattering expression.
Duanwu glanced at Lao Baanpan and said with disdain: "Can you be a noble person, a pure person, a person who is free from vulgar taste?"
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Old Abacus was speechless and thought to himself: You still live in Mengxian Tower in Huishan Town!
"We will stay here today."
At the Dragon Boat Festival, it turned out to be the most luxurious Century Hotel in Shanghai at that time.
This is an international hotel. In addition to dignitaries, there are also envoys from various countries, wealthy businessmen, etc. staying in it.
Even the security guards here are British.
Of course, staying here for one night is naturally expensive, costing more than 2,000 yuan per night.
When the Dragon Boat Festival entered the hotel, an Indian doorman bowed to the Dragon Boat Festival.
Duanwu moved his shoulders, and the doorman quickly took off his coat for Duanwu.
"Sir, would you like to eat or stay?"
At this moment, a waitress came over and asked about the Dragon Boat Festival.
Duanwu said: "For accommodation, give me the best room here."
The blond waiter smiled and said: "Sir, you are so lucky, we still have the last presidential suite here."
"Then this is the room."
Dragon Boat Festival waved, and the blond and blue-eyed waiter made an invitation gesture and was about to ask the front desk to register for Dragon Boat Festival. However, at this moment, a arrogant voice suddenly came: "Wait a minute, I want this presidential suite."
Duanwu turned sideways slightly, but the one who spoke was a short, fat man. He was wearing a black suit and tie, and had a mustache at the middle of his body. Behind him, there were two Japanese samurai.
With just a glance, Duanwu knew that these three people were all Japanese, so no wonder they were so arrogant.
But the blond and blue-eyed waiter was British. She said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I'm sorry, the last presidential suite has been booked by this gentleman."
"Bagaya Road, this is the territory of our Japanese Empire. Even if you make a reservation, you must leave it to me."
The mustache pushed the waiter, and then looked at Duanwu. He saw Duanwu with a samurai sword on his waist, and thought that Duanwu was Japanese, so he said arrogantly: "As a citizen of the Japanese Empire, you must give up your room."
Come out, of course, and I will give you some compensation."
Duanwu sneered: "Hahaha, who told you that I am Japanese?"
"Nani?"
Mustache was surprised, but then he showed a disdainful expression and said: "Then even the compensation will be omitted, you can get out of my face."
With that said, Mustache was about to push Duanwu, but before his hand touched Duanwu, Duanwu reached out with his left hand and grabbed his hand.
The other party was so proud that he was no match for Duan Wu. Duan Wu grabbed his hand and pressed it downwards with a counter-joint movement. The mustache screamed and knelt on the ground.
"Bagaya road!"
Mustache's two bodyguards were furious and came to chop the Dragon Boat Festival with their knives.
Duanwu was disdainful, drew the sword with his right hand, and killed one person first. The samurai sword in the Japs hand and half of his head were cut off almost at the same time.
Another warrior was frightened and was about to run away, but the Dragon Boat Festival sword was raised and opened his abdomen.
The Japanese warrior fell to the ground and rolled in pain, with blood everywhere on the floor.
The guests in the hall were all frightened and panicked, because Shanghai now belongs to the Japanese. But this man killed two Japanese. And from what he said, he was not Japanese.
At this moment, even the blond and blue-eyed waiter was panicked and hurriedly called the lobby manager.
The manager was also a British man. When he saw Duanwu standing with a knife and holding the mustache with his wrist broken off in one hand, he quickly stopped the security guards and prevented them from coming forward.
Because he always felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
"Who is he who is so young and dares to kill Japanese people?"
The lobby manager was suspicious, but he didn't expect that at this time, a foreign reporter who came to interview suddenly recognized Duanwu and said: "Duanwu, he is Duanwu. Mr. Duanwu has indeed come to Shanghai...take pictures, come and take pictures."
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The reporter shouted, and the photographers on the side quickly followed and took pictures, taking pictures of the heroic figure of the Dragon Boat Festival and the tragic situation of the Japanese.
Dragon Boat Festival is smiling, and the smile is very warm.
Lao Abacus also moved closer to Duanwu at this time, trying to look familiar in front of the media.
At the same time, the lobby manager quickly saluted and said: "Mr. Duanwu, it is our honor for you to stay at our hotel. I will check you in right now."
"kindness!"
Duanwu nodded and threw aside the mustache that howled like a pig because his wrist was broken.
Mustache finally let out a long breath. He thought he was dead this time. He ran two steps to the door and then turned around and jumped on his feet: "Duan Wu, you are dead. You actually killed
If you kill Prince Beibai's entourage, you are dead, just wait!"
"Prince Beibai?"
Duanwu looked back curiously, and the mustache thought that Duanwu was coming to kill him, so he squeezed out of the crowd and fled.
"hehe!"
Duanwu smiled and was waiting for Lao Abacus to go and check in, but he didn't expect that at this time, the reporters immediately gathered around him after taking pictures.
"Mr. Duanwu, can I interview you about what courage made you appear in Shanghai? Now Shanghai is a Japanese-occupied area. Are you really not afraid?"
"Mr. Dragon Boat Festival, may I ask you, what do you think of this competition in the ring? What do you think of your opponent, Chiba Sakuraichi? Do you think you have a chance of winning?"
"Lie to Kangxi"
"I would like to ask you, did your arrival in Shanghai go smoothly this time? I heard that the Japanese robbed and killed you on the way. Is this true? Can you tell us?"
"Mr. Duanwu, I want to know where you come from. There were rumors before that you were going to die for your country. Is that true? If it is true, what happened at that time?"
"Mr. Dragon Boat Festival, please answer me..."
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In a moment, more than a dozen media outlets were surrounding Dragon Boat Festival. But in fact, the reason they gathered at Century Hotel was not to interview Dragon Boat Festival, but because they heard that a senior Japanese executive was coming later today.
They came to interview senior Japs (they didn't know at the time that it was a prince who came this time), but unexpectedly they met Dragon Boat Festival.
The Dragon Boat Festival news is much more explosive than any other high-level officials, even if the other party is a prince! ...