Xu Ruifeng was sitting in the small courtyard enjoying the cool air. An invitation was floated high from the corner of the wall, and it hit the glass of the house with a crisp sound.
The next second, Wang Ming and Si Baozi, one wearing big pants and the other carrying a pistol, rushed out of the house. They knew that Xu Ruifeng would not accidentally cause such a scene.
"Master, what's going on?"
Xu Ruifeng sat under the tree without looking back. He stretched out his hand and made a downward gesture and said: "Professional."
Wang Ming picked up the invitation from under the window, and when he handed it over, he stood next to Lao Xu.
Xu Ruifeng opened the invitation and took a look. The handwriting inside was very childish, each stroke was forced, but overall it was very neat, much like it was written by a child who had just practiced calligraphy.
"Brother Xu, it's not fair to not say hello to my brother when we come to Harbin. After all, we are on my brother's property. Can't we be allowed to fulfill our friendship as landlords?"
"Let's do this. The banquet has been scheduled for noon tomorrow. The place is our own Huihai Building. I will prepare eight plates and eight bowls for you. We two brothers will get drunk before we stop.
"
After reading the invitation, Xu Ruifeng closed the thing, reached into his pocket, took out the remaining four or five silver coins, and raised his hand to move it out.
Swish.
These pieces of silver coins fell lightly and clearly, all moving in one direction just over the wall and falling outside the wall. The silver coins fell to the ground with a jingling sound.
"Thank you Mr. Xu for the reward!"
What was supposed to come, came anyway.
"Master, who is this?" Si Baozi asked, staring at the door.
Xu Ruifeng said lightly: "Harbin's ground cannon."
It can only be him.
Who else has the skills to get rid of such a professional kidnapping talent? If he hadn't worked as a slut for several years, would the invitation be so accurately smashed on the glass of your house?
A garrulous person is a person who specifically demands ransom after bandits kidnap the children of wealthy families. In the early days, bandits would stick letters and daggers into the doorways of the kidnapped people's homes as a deterrent. Later, things changed.
Someone specially throws envelopes at your home, and then watches you very close to your home to see if you call the police. It is said that this business was improved by Xu Damafang, the police chief, and now it has completely spread to
The entire Northeast.
Generally speaking, land gunners don't have a lot of talkers, but as more and more things need to be negotiated and communicated, they find that the talkers who have been in the bandits' den are not only sharp-tongued when negotiating, but also fearless of death.
He had an aura about him. Slowly, Hua Tonzi began to enter the town. What could prove their identity was this unique skill of throwing envelopes. Unexpectedly, when Xu Ruifeng came to Harbin, this skill of throwing envelopes became
Throw the invitation.
After a brief explanation, Xu Ruifeng said with a smile: "I guess I stepped on the plate a little too much these days, and I was recognized."
Lao Xu's face, which has appeared in most newspapers in Northeast China, is not easy to recognize. Not to mention the beard, even a pair of glasses can be worn by anyone who cares about it, not to mention that he has been in and out of various occasions recently.
"Then why didn't they take action?"
"Do it?"
Xu Ruifeng was happy.
His eldest son, Xu Yao, is still sitting in Beiman. It’s time to go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife. But Xu Ruifeng is no longer the same, right? After he had a fight with the Japanese in Beiman, wanted orders were all over the place.
In major cities in the Northeast, the reputation of the Anti-Japanese League in the mountains can only be provoked by ground cannons? What’s more, a few days ago, Xu Ruifeng was a Japanese who defected from the Blue Uniform Society Rangers in Northern Manchuria. Who wouldn’t be confused by this identity?
"When Zhang Hongyan came to my territory, I didn't take action right away. What's more, I'm no longer a Jianghu person. Don't people ask why they came?"
"Master, in Harbin, can there be a little devil standing behind the ground cannon?"
Wang Ming asked worriedly.
Xu Ruifeng shook his head: "There is no need for them to set up a trap. How about just letting the Japanese surround this house? Can we still grow wings and fly?"
"This charlatan, to put it bluntly, bullies the weak and fears the strong. No one is willing to step forward when he can stop being stubborn."
"Have any of you ever heard of the Japanese using a cannon to lick their buttocks in Harbin?"
"If there is, then the Blue Clothes Club anti-rape team can let him stay in Harbin so peacefully?"
Si Baozi was even more confused: "Then what kind of meal did he treat you to?"
"Didn't we destroy the Lu family's shack a few days ago? Logically speaking, we are not from Jianghu, so we shouldn't fight with them. You have smashed many Damabang's kilns here. How can Harbin not panic while sitting on the ground?
He doesn’t understand what we’re here for, should he ask? Besides, we still have friendship.”
"You two are still friends?"
Xu Ruifeng rolled up his trouser legs. Above his knee, a scar lay on the surface of his skin like a maggot. "It's really deep."
"What are you talking about?"
When Bai Ling's voice appeared, Wang Ming immediately blocked Xu Ruifeng. Lao Xu hid the invitation in his trouser legs, quickly rolled up his trouser legs and said: "Where can we get some guys in the research? If there is no one who can take advantage of us,
I am bold wherever I go."
"Lao Xu, you must consider this matter carefully, and I will be informed of every step you take!"
Bai Ling officially made these three men from the world of martial arts very uncomfortable. It was like having to wear leather shoes with flat feet. Either the feet would be flat or the leather shoes would collapse.
"Can I not tell you? Aren't you the commander of the three of us?"
"Sir, I'm not a commander, I'm a guide."
"Fourth brother, you seem to have made a mistake. He should be the traffic officer."
"Instructor! Guidance! Guidance!"
Bai Ling rolled his eyes angrily.
Xu Ruifeng winked quickly, Wang Ming went to move another log to chop firewood, and Si Baozi took Bai Ling's arm and asked him to sit down.
"What's going on? We brothers have an idea. How about you give it to the three of us?"
"Say." Bai Ling said with a straight face, very unhappy.
Xu Ruifeng said: "Look, now it is popular for rich people who do business to go to banks for loans. Do you think we can go to the bank and apply for some loans for our big business for the country and the people? For banks, let's buy guns.
The money is just a drop in the bucket, right? Can we pay it back after the war is over? Even if the country feels that the money should not be paid by the country, can I, Xu Ruifeng, pay it back?"
Bai Ling's eyes were wide open. This was the first time he heard that anti-Japanese traitors who killed traitors first approached banks for loans.
Xu Ruifeng was also talking nonsense in a serious manner, and gave Bai Ling an analysis of the current market: "Look, the pounds, yen, and U.S. dollars can all be directly exchanged for gold. If we want to exchange our paper notes for gold, we must first
It would be worse to exchange the money into silver dollars..."
Bai Ling stared for a long time and couldn't listen anymore: "What on earth are you talking about?"
Xu Ruifeng looked at Sibaozi: "Isn't what I said clear?"
Si Baozi: "I don't understand either."
Xu Ruifeng stood up, waved his hand and said, "Okay, just think I said it in vain."
"In the middle of the night, the moonlight is shining on the flower stand..."
