"Outside, outside, the Chinese lunatic has arrived in Shanghai and checked into the Century Hotel!..."
The newsboy waved the newspaper in his hand and shouted loudly.
Pedestrians on the street were startled at first, but soon everyone smiled.
Because who doesn’t know who the Chinese lunatic is? This is Shanghai, and the Dragon Boat Festival is fought at the Sihang Warehouse. Anyone from Shanghai will know that the Chinese lunatic mentioned by the Japanese is the Dragon Boat Festival.
What's more, the Dragon Boat Festival hasn't even arrived yet, and the major media are already building momentum in Shanghai.
There was no shortage of little Japs who were pushing the situation. The Japs' intention was to force Duanwu to come to Shanghai so that they could have a chance to kill him.
And if the Dragon Boat Festival doesn't come, the Japanese will insult the Chinese with terms like "sick man of East Asia". So why wouldn't the Japanese be happy to kill two birds with one stone?
Unexpectedly, the little devil's campaign made a wedding dress for the Dragon Boat Festival.
The Dragon Boat Festival only requires a small amount of investment, and it will have unexpected results.
So, as soon as the newsboy started selling, he was surrounded by people who wanted to buy newspapers and wanted to see what the newspapers said.
"Give me one!"
"I want two!"
"The newsboy gives me all your newspapers and I'll cover them all."
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In an instant, the newspapers in the hands of the newsboys were robbed, and some people even started to hoard them.
Because the maximum printing capacity of the printing plant is there every day, ten thousand or twenty thousand newspapers, it is impossible to meet the needs of all Shanghainese. What's more, this time, it is explosive news, and many people are willing to print double, triple, or even
It's five times the price to buy a newspaper.
Of course, there were also three or five people who pooled their money to buy newspapers, so that they could still know what was going on, and the money they paid was not much more than usual.
So for just a moment, all the talk in the streets was about the Dragon Boat Festival.
Someone was very surprised and said: "I thought our hero wouldn't come, because it looks like a trap!"
Another person said: "You don't understand this, do you? Our hero is like a divine help, and others just don't pay attention to the mere Japanese pirates."
"But this is the hinterland of the Japs after all! There are too many little Japs!"
"That's right, this little devil is definitely not holding back anything good. What kind of competition? I think this is a trap dug for our great hero."
"Yes, what should we do? We see that the little devil's plot is about to succeed."
"I see this time, it's hanging!"
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"You actually say such depressing words?"
Just when a few people were discussing and worrying about their trip to the Dragon Boat Festival, a burly man walked over without knowing it.
But I saw this person, nearly two meters tall, weighing more than 250 kilograms, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. He was wearing a sheepskin jacket in the winter, with two arms like poles exposed.
A green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, a hand-width of heart-protecting hair on the chest, and a bald head that shines brightly in the sun.
This guy, at first glance, looks like a gangster.
Someone knew this person and quickly stepped aside to make way, because this person was no ordinary person, the eighth master of the Shanghai Youth Gang.
This eighth master has a nickname, he is called the Demon King.
But there is one good thing about this man. Although he is a bastard, he does not beat the elderly or children, nor does he molest women from good families.
Therefore, the reputation of this eighth master is pretty good. As long as you don’t mess with him, he won’t hire you either.
But then again, after the Japs entered Shanghai, the Qing Gang ceased to exist in name only.
Some people defected to the Japanese, while others were unwilling to join in the evil deeds, so they hid.
So at this time, the Qinggang could be regarded as falling apart.
As for the eighth master, he and his brothers did not join the Japanese, nor did they run away like the others, but were still hanging around in Shanghai.
The Japanese wanted to subdue him, but the traitor who surrendered to the Japanese said: "This is a bastard, not useful. If he is not good, it will be counterproductive."
The Japanese said: "Suppressed them directly."
The big traitor who took refuge in the past said: "It is easy to suppress him, but there are many people following him. More than half of the people in the Qinggang buy his favor. Half of them have a good relationship with him, and there are still some
A few people are in debt to the Demon King. Once he dies, the whole of Shanghai will be in turmoil."
When the little devil heard this, he thought it was the same. It would be better to do less than to do more. Just hide away when you see this big traitor. Because the big traitor who took refuge in the past also said that this devil incarnate not only lived in peace, but also learned martial arts. He practiced iron cloth shirt.
Plus iron sand palm.
The big traitor who took refuge in the past complained: I don’t know who the bastard taught him, and with his body type, he could kill someone with one slap.
Therefore, all the Japs, including those from the Gendarmerie, had to take a detour when they saw this eighth master. Because he could not be killed, it would be very troublesome to kill him. If not, he would kill you with one slap, so the Japs had nothing to do.
So even the devils are afraid, let alone the common people, and they have to hide away when they see this man.
But Mr. Ba ignored the crowd and kept saying nothing. He walked through the crowd and swaggered in the middle of the road.
Followed by more than thirty people, some were carrying birds, some were carrying clothes, and some were carrying a bag of thin-skinned walnuts for this gentleman.
Master Ba is willing to eat this, one bite at a time, and his men will carry a bag of it anytime and anywhere.
But the most noteworthy person around Mr. Ba is a thin old man.
This little old man had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a goatee. When he was young, he was over 1.75 meters tall, but as he aged, he was stooped and only 1.65 meters tall.
He had small eyes, squinted, smiled and made a sinister sound, walking beside Mr. Ba with his hands behind his back. When talking to him, Mr. Ba would lean down slightly and call him Mr. Yang.
"Mr. Yang, I admire him very much during this Dragon Boat Festival. The battle at Sihang Warehouse made my blood boil with excitement. If you hadn't stopped me at that time, I would have led my men across the river and killed those little devils.
The heads were screwed off one by one."
Ba Ye became more and more angry as he talked, because after the Japanese entered Shanghai, the good Qing Gang also fell apart. Some weaklings defected to the Japanese, and the other two bosses of the Qing Gang also left Shanghai.
The Green Gang is leaderless and has become a mess again.
So this Eighth Master really hated the Japs with hatred.
"Hehehe!"
At this moment, Mr. Yang faked a smile for a while, and then said: "You silly boy, fighting is a matter for soldiers, what are you adding to it? With your three-legged cat skills, how can you block the gun?"
The kid's gun is accurate. Although you are brave, can you withstand the kid's bullets?
Besides, at that time I saw that those young people in Sihang Warehouse were going to die, how could I let you go?..."