Chapter 53 Whose green shirt is wet by the pavilion
Chapter 53 Who is wearing wet clothes by the pavilion?
Most people in Chang'an know that for some reason that no one knows, Chunfengting has always been reluctant to mention the name of his gang: the Yulong Gang. He prefers to call the largest gang in Chang'an Chunfengting.
Many people speculated that this was because he had lived on Henger Street in Chunfengting since he was a child. His enemies secretly ridiculed him, thinking that he had killed too many people, made too much money, done too many bad things, and was unwilling to be called vulgar.
So he insisted on linking himself and his gang with the seemingly elegant name Chunfengting.
Chunfeng Pavilion is located in the slums of Dongcheng. The buildings are in dilapidated condition. From day to night, it is filled with vendors and idlers walking in the streets. It is not even quiet, and naturally there is nothing elegant about it. But today, the Chunfeng Pavilion area is exceptionally quiet.
Quiet, so quiet that the sound of falling rain is like thunder, so quiet that the sound of the cool spring breeze blowing across the sign of a dilapidated bakery is like the sound of pine waves. From Heng 4th Street to Heng 1st Street, there is no one walking in the rain.
There were no passers-by, not even the cry of a baby, as if nothing else existed except for the wind and rain and the streets shrouded in a sense of solemnity. It was so quiet that it was deadly quiet.
The distance from Lin 47 Alley to Chunfeng Pavilion was not too far. The two of them walked slowly like tourists, and they walked into this quiet street and dark alley in a short time.
The Chunfeng Pavilion in front is hidden in the night and the sound of wind and rain. Only a dilapidated small pavilion can be vaguely seen, but no one knows how many enemies are also hiding inside and outside the Chunfeng Pavilion in the night and wind and rain.
Ning Que, who was wearing a black mask and carrying a lot of things on his back, walked conscientiously behind Chao Xiaoshu and held an oil-paper umbrella, playing the role of an assistant waiter very well - I don't know when he took over.
He passed the umbrella in Chao Xiaoshu's hand.
Chao Xiaoshu was walking with his hands behind his back as usual. Even though the green shirt on his body was mostly wet by the rainwater dripping from the oil-paper umbrella, he still had a faint smile on his face, which illuminated the windy and rainy night outside the umbrella.
There was deathly silence all around the shabby little pavilion.
None of the people ambushing here expected that instead of the three thousand green-shirted brothers they imagined, there was only one person, Chunfengting Laochao, who then broke in with a silent young man, accompanied by wind and rain.
After a long silence, it was determined that only Chunfeng Ting Laochao and Ning Que were the two. The enemy hidden in the night wind and rain no longer concealed his whereabouts. Accompanied by the sound of continuous footsteps and the patter of the soles of boots, sharp
There was a grinding sound as the knife was slowly pulled out of its scabbard, and hundreds of stern-faced men from all walks of life walked out from behind the pavilion, from the alley, and from the side of the house.
Lao Chao and Ning Que of Chunfeng Pavilion stood not far from the dilapidated pavilion, quietly watching the dark crowds pouring out from all directions. He smiled at Xiaoshu, and did not ask the young man behind him if he was afraid of such boring questions. He raised his arms.
Wiping the rain off his face, he pointed at a fat middle-aged man in the middle of the crowd and said:
"This man's name is Master Meng, the head of Nancheng. The big man with a shaved head next to him is called Song Tietou. Master Meng is Song Tietou's eldest brother. Song Tietou is the eldest brother of so-and-so who went to your shop to cause trouble that day."
As the middle-aged man in blue shirt raised his arm, the crowd surrounding the rainy night suddenly became commotion. The men standing in the front row holding sharp knives to show their bravery to their boss had slightly stiff expressions, and they all subconsciously took a step back. Ning Que stood
Watching this scene quietly behind him, he roughly understood the status of the Yulong Gang in the dark world of Chang'an City, and understood the deterrent power of the words "Chunfengting Laochao" in the hearts of these people.
He smiled at Xiaoshu, without saying any words to ridicule him. He pointed to a tall and thin man deep in the crowd on the east side and said: "This is Shunsuke, the head of Xicheng. He also has many men under him. My brothers are often close to him."
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Then, he looked at the crowd standing in a small circle behind the pavilion, frowned slightly and said: "Those are all Uncle Cat's people. Uncle Cat has always been hanging out with Chang'an Mansion. His actions are extremely unruly and disgusting. Of course I don't
I will be afraid of him, but since his sister-in-law is the concubine of Chang'an Prefecture and joins the army, I just give him some face."
"Those men are more troublesome. They are all retired from the City Gate Army and have real skills. What's even more troublesome is that because the freight lines I manage never have to pay tribute to them, the City Gate Army itself is
They have a lot of objections to me and I want to kill them. I wonder if the city gate army will be stupid enough to continue causing trouble."
In a stormy spring night, hundreds of prominent figures in Chang'an City gathered around Chunfeng Pavilion, just to surround and kill him, the leader of the largest gang in Chang'an. However, facing this situation, he tenderly stood up for Ning Que.
Introducing the characters who came tonight, no one was left out, showing extra patience, or in other words, confidence.
Ning Que lowered his voice and said: "It's okay to introduce me, but don't introduce me. These are all the big guns in Chang'an City. If you know my identity, how can I hang out in Chang'an City?"
"After tonight, if all these people are not killed, they will probably be killed." Chunfengting Laochao looked at the crowd in the rainy night with his hands behind his hands, and said calmly: "In this case, why are you still afraid of them?"
Ning Que held an umbrella, looked at his back and explained seriously: "I'm not afraid of killing people, but I'm afraid of trouble."
While the two men were talking softly under the umbrella, the crowd in the rainy night finally couldn't stand the humiliation of the other party treating the heroes of Chang'an as nothing, and after several discussions, they forced Mr. Meng of Nancheng to speak as their representative.
Although looking at Chunfengting Laochao at the moment is bound to lead to death, to be honest, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of the other party until he has seen this person close his eyes. The same is true for Mr. Meng of Nancheng, but at this time, his
The one with the most people is the most powerful, and they are usually the most suppressed by the Yulong Gang. If you don't come forward, you can't be justified.
"Unloading grain, moving warehouses, providing logistical support to the military, and guarding the perimeter of the Ministry of Household warehouses. The most lucrative secret jobs in the Tang Dynasty have all been occupied by your Yulong Gang over the past few years, and you haven't even used any clear soup to moisten them.
Brothers, when the Holy Emperor reigns, is this really true in this world?"
Mr. Meng of Nancheng looked at Chao Xiaoshu coldly and said: "You should know very well what it means to offend the public. In the past, all the brothers respected you because of your Chunfengting Laocha's long-standing brand name. However, now that the imperial court has to deal with it,
You, you still don't have enough food and salt, so don't blame us for being rude to you."
"The cultural level of people in the world is never high, so they can only say a few words over and over again. A few years ago, I had to personally negotiate with people. I almost get calluses from hearing such words."
Chao Xiaoshu stood under the umbrella, looked at Mr. Meng from Nancheng who was talking eloquently, smiled and said softly, naturally he was not speaking to the other party, but to Ning Que behind him.
When Master Meng of Nancheng saw that he looked down upon him so much, his expression became extremely ugly. He slapped his crutch in his hand and shouted: "The Yulong Gang is known as the Three Thousand Green Shirts, but you and I both know that there are only a few who dare to fight for you."
There are more than two hundred people, and now your most capable brothers are all suppressed by the nobles in the Yulin Army's Xiaoqi Camp. Tonight I want to see how you can escape!"
Chao Xiaoshu looked at his slightly twitching fat face, and suddenly smiled and replied: "To answer your first question first, whether it is grain delivery, warehouse transfer, or water transportation, I have been able to dominate these businesses for so many years. Naturally,
I am qualified to dominate. No matter it is you, Shunsuke or Uncle Cat, none of you have the ability to dominate these businesses. Even if these businesses are placed in front of you, you would not dare to eat them."
"You don't need to test whether I have any backup plans. I can tell you that none of the Chunfeng Ting brothers will come around Chunfeng Pavilion. Don't you think it's strange that Qi Laosi is not here? Don't be surprised. He and his brothers have already gone there.
I believe your home, Nancheng, Dongcheng and your Uncle Cat’s foreign residence have started to become uneasy at this time.”
As these words resounded around the dilapidated pavilion, the crowd in the rain suddenly became more commotion. They surrounded Chao Xiaoshu here and sent people to follow Chao Xiaoshu's whereabouts. Who would have thought that Chao Xiaoshu was actually using himself as bait?
They were lured here, but they sent all the remaining strength of the Yulong Gang to their lair!
"No harm to your wife, children and home!" The men who retreated from the city gate army shouted sternly: "Chao Xiaoshu, you are going too far!"
Chao Xiaoshu looked slightly cold, then shook his head slightly and said: "You are surrounding me at the door of my house. If I hadn't dispersed the family members early, would this be considered a disaster to the family? But don't worry, I, Mr. Cao of Chunfeng Pavilion, have always done things well.
There are rules, and I don't intend to kill you at the door of your own home and make your parents, wives and children heartbroken."
After a brief pause, he looked at everyone and said calmly: "But after tonight, you can't even think about having a home in Chang'an City."
Don't even think about having a home in Chang'an City.
A simple sentence made many images appear in the minds of everyone in the room - these five words "Chunfengting Laochao" are a fidelity guarantee, and he will definitely not move if he can't help everyone's relatives - However, on a slightly cold spring rainy night,
The old, sick, sick, wife and young children at home were rudely kicked out of the house, and then the house and shop that they had run for many years were turned into rubble by those green-shirted men from the Yulong Gang. Who could accept such a thing happening to them?
Nancheng Master Meng's fat face twitched again. The umbrella he held did not cover all the rain. This twitch actually knocked out a few raindrops on his flesh. He said in a cold voice: "No house can be built again, and people die."
There is no way to live again, as long as I kill you Chunfeng Ting Laochao, the world will be different from now on, Chang'an City... will be ours!"
"Chang'an City will always belong to His Majesty the Emperor." Chao Xiaoshu smiled mockingly, looked down at the sword at his waist, raised his head and showed a heart-breaking smile, and said: "Speaking of killing me, you have seen me before
Take action?"
Behind him, Ning Que gathered up the oil-paper umbrella and threw it casually at his feet. He raised his right hand and pointed diagonally at the handle of Yuyun's knife behind his back.
Chao Xiaoshu slowly stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist. The moment his slender fingers grasped the rain-stained hilt, the green shirt on his body vibrated slightly, and countless raindrops were bounced off into fine gouache, like
Misty fog.
The middle-aged man with a gentle smile suddenly became murderous, as if he had turned into another person. The cold rain around him seemed to feel something, and he swayed and tilted silently to avoid it. Not a drop dared to touch that green shirt.