What about Chen Zhen?"

Nong Jinsun was dressed neatly and came to the courtyard.

"Let's go to Photon!"

Huo Tingen looked back at him when he heard the sound and asked, "Uncle Nong, are you going out?"

"This kid is really fascinated by that neon woman. ”

Nong Jinsun muttered helplessly, and then said, "I'm going to Lao Xie to ask about the situation, and your Uncle Zhao, there is a telegram to send to him." ”

"When will he come back? I haven't seen him in a long time since the last time I mourned. ”

Huo Tingen asked: "Did he say when he would return to Tianjin? Can I go back with him and send my father back?"

"His business is not finished yet, and it is estimated that he will not go back for a while and a half. ”

Nong Jinsun shook his head and said: "But what you said is also right, people live for a lifetime, after all, they still have to return to their roots, and after all, they have to send Huo Ye back, no matter how they say, they have to be buried in the ancestral grave!"

"Uncle Nong......"

Huo Tingen asked with some hesitation: "Do you think Feinan's movie is reliable? In case the Neon Military Department really wants to deal with us, can it stop real guns and live ammunition with a movie?"

"I can't tell. ”

Nong Jinsun sighed: "But we have no way out, here is the foundation laid by your father and a few of us old guys, we must not give up, no matter what, we must give it a try." ”

"I see. ”

Huo Tingen nodded vigorously.

"You go and instruct them to practice boxing! Everything will wait for Anan to make the movie, and remember to strengthen your vigilance. ”

"Good!"

Coming out of Jingwumen, Nong Jinsun directly took a rickshaw and came to a small building on the periphery of the French Concession.

There were many tenants in this building, and Nong Jinsun went upstairs and knocked on a door.

A young and shrewd young man opened the crack in the door, and when he saw that it was him, he opened the door and greeted: "Uncle Nong." ”

"Liu Ming, where is your Uncle Zhao?"

"In the back room. ”

Entering the house, Nong Jinsun took off his hat, and an old man with gray hair but walking in a dragon walked up to him, and hugged him with a smile, it was Huo Yuanjia's senior brother, Huo Tingen's uncle, Zhao Jingyuan.

After seeing the ceremony, the two sat down, Zhao Jingyuan smiled and said: "I heard about the Hongkou Dojo, Ting En and Chen Zhen are really good, they are doing things beautifully, and they are really relieved." ”

Nong Jinsun shook his head and sighed: "Relieving qi is relieving qi, but it can stab the hornet's nest, and the aftermath is a big trouble!"

Zhao Jingyuan asked: "I heard you last time, what kind of movie did that kid surnamed Fei take you to make, and want to use this to put pressure on the Neon Military Department, how did the filming go?"

"The shoot is already done, but it still has to be cut. ”

Nong Jinsun explained: "It's like the fabric has been spun, and you have to cut and sew it before you can make it. Alas, who knows if there is a play?"

"I think there's a play!"

Zhao Jingyuan Zhengse said: "This kid surnamed Fei has a lively brain, and he can actually think of such an idea, and he made it, it is really a bit of a means." There is a saying that the mouth of the people is worse than the defense of Sichuan, he wants to engage in a public opinion war, and when I am done, I must see this kid with my own eyes. ”

"Let's see when the time comes! Wait until the Jingwu Sect survives this level first. ”

Nong Jinsun said, took out a piece of paper from his briefcase, and handed it to Zhao Jingyuan: "This is the telegram taken to you from Tianjin." ”

Taking the paper, Zhao Jingyuan swept his eyes, and couldn't help but change his complexion: "Not good!"

"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong?"

Liu Ming, who opened the door, asked.

Zhao Jingyuan's face was solemn: "A distinguished guest is coming to Shanghai." ”

"What distinguished guest?" Liu Ming asked again.

Zhao Jingyuan explained: "The two neon people I asked you to follow in the past two days are legitimate businessmen on the surface, but in fact they have another layer of identity. ”

"That Zentaro is ostensibly the head of the Ajinomoto Personnel Section, and that Ise Taro is the general manager of Asakusa on the surface, but in fact, they are all from the Tenryukai!"

Liu Ming blurted out, "Then they are all neon spies?"

"Hmm. ”

Zhao Jingyuan got up and said behind his back: "They have a branch in Shanghai, but they are very secretive, and no one knows their true information. ”

The telegram was sent by Zhang Dasheng from the Mantis Gate in Shandong, saying that in three days, a woman would come to Shanghai. ”

Liu Ming disagreed: "It's just a woman, what's there to be afraid of?"

"She is not an ordinary woman, she is the female devil who ran rampant in North China and killed countless of our martial arts compatriots. ”

Liu Ming was taken aback and blurted out the woman's name: "Yamaguchi Xiangzi?"

"That's right. ”

Zhao Jingyuan said with a serious expression: "Zhang Dasheng said that this time Yamaguchi Xiangzi came to Shanghai, it is very likely that it has something to do with our Jingwu Sect. ”

......

Three days later, a cruise ship slowly sailed into the Shanghai Pier.

Zentaro came to the waiting room early in the morning and waited quietly in the rest area.

He didn't notice that in the corner of the rest area, two young men were staring at him stealthily.

After a short time, travelers began to leave the station, and Zentaro got up, but instead of greeting him, he left the waiting room directly.

Seeing him leave, the two young men hurriedly got up, but they didn't know whether to catch up or not.

Zhao Jingyuan also walked out of the shadows and came to the two of them.

Liu Ming couldn't help asking: "Uncle Zhao, didn't he come to pick up people? Why didn't anyone receive it, but left directly?"

After thinking about it, Zhao Jingyuan ordered in a deep voice: "Leave him alone, wait for Zhang Dasheng to come out!"

The three of them stood at the exit of the station, examining the passengers leaving the station.

Liu Ming watched it for a long time, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Uncle Zhao, is that man Kako Yamaguchi?" I heard that her makeup skills are very skillful. ”

Zhao Jingyuan carefully looked at the person he was talking about, shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be possible, wait and see." ”

The flow of people became more and more sparse, and Liu Ming muttered: "Why haven't I seen Second Brother Zhang come out for so long, are we getting the wrong ship number?"

"Impossible? The telegram clearly reads, this is the ship?"

Zhao Jingyuan saw that there were no passengers leaving the station, so he said, "Let's go! Let's get on the boat and have a look." ”

The three of them got on the boat and split up to search.

Liu Ming walked in the direction of the stern of the boat, but saw a white-haired grandmother walking out of the cabin tremblingly, but was shaken by the hull of the ship and fell to the ground.

Liu Ming hurriedly stepped forward and helped her up.

"Grandma, be careful, the boat is slippery. ”

He reminded him.

Grandma raised her hand to support him, and a string of golden bells on her wrist collided, making a few crisp sounds.

"Thank you, lad. ”

Grandma thanked with a smile: "People who are dozens of years old, it is very inconvenient to walk, you are so kind, there will definitely be good rewards in the future." ”

Saying goodbye to his grandmother, Liu Ming continued to look for the stern of the boat, but after looking around, he found nothing.

The three of them met at the boarding gate, and suddenly saw several crew members walking out carrying a stretcher, which seemed to be carrying an adult, covered with a thick canvas.

Zhao Jingyuan saw it, stepped forward quickly, and lifted the canvas, revealing the face of a man below.

"Second Brother Zhang!"

Liu Ming blurted out that on the stretcher was Zhang Dasheng, who sent them a telegram to deliver the news.

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