Knowing that the old man still had the following, Fang Buwei didn't speak, just waited quietly.

He has already said everything he can tell the old gentleman, and even if the old gentleman finds out, he will not admit it.

"Crackle!" From time to time, there would be a sound of explosion of coal in the fireplace, but the old and the young were as steady as Mount Tai like sculptures.

Fang Buwei raised his eyelids and glanced at the old gentleman.

The old gentleman looked up at the roof, and on the day of the opening of the incense hall, the two of them looked the same as when they sat and talked in the Sifang Pavilion.

It's like hesitation, and it's like a dilemma.

After a long time, the old gentleman said: "If one day, someone does something like forgetting the ancestors and betraying the country to seek glory, remember not to be soft-hearted......

Fang Bu was not surprised by the eyelids.

Forgetting the classics and betraying the country for glory?

In this situation, who else can this person have?

It can only be Anliang.

It seems that the old man is only suspicious, and he didn't find any clues, so he will explain himself like this.

If he really finds out something, even if the old man doesn't kill him, I'm afraid he will take An Liang to the United States and let him kneel under the incense hall to defend himself.

The words "clean up the portal" are not just a joke.

"I remember!" Fang Buwei nodded heavily.

There is no need for the old gentleman to explain such a thing, how to do it, and he doesn't know for himself.

The old gentleman sighed and closed his eyes again.

"Then you rest!" Fang Buwei stood up and said.

The old gentleman nodded slightly.

Such a little thing will not affect the old man, Fang is not estimated, the old man is in the tube, and from An Liang's body, he thinks of the situation in the country.

Up and down the Republic of China, there are many such figures who are indecisive and waiting for opportunistic speculation.

If it is one or two pawns, it naturally doesn't matter, but An Liang, who comes from a family and has a great influence on his father, or is a very influential figure in his own right, once he throws himself into the enemy, he may form a sweeping trend.

If the hearts of the people are scattered, how can this country be saved?

It's normal for the old man to have this kind of worry.

Not only did the people's hearts collapse, and even the puppet government was established, but Japan was not defeated in the end?

Fang Buwei went downstairs with a relaxed face, and when he arrived at the council hall, he found that the eight members of Xingyi were all there, and they were negotiating the preparations for the conference.

This time, the scale of the conference was small, and the scope of invitation was limited to the United States, and it was personally initiated by Mr. Situ.

One is to take advantage of the New Year's Festival to get together with old brothers and friends, and the other is to raise money.

Since Mr. Lao took over the China Relief Bureau, raising money has become the top priority for the rest of his life.

The number of participants was not large, and the representatives of the mountain gates, branch halls and their families were in their early 200s.

It is not the first time that An Liangtang has organized this kind of conference, and the scale is several times larger than this, and everything is arranged in an orderly manner.

"During the conference, you will be the deputy of the sixth child!" After seeing Fang Buwei, the uncle in the hall arranged.

Fang Bu's heart moved.

Not surprisingly, this must have been confessed by the old man himself.

In the entire An Liang Hall, except for An Zhirong, the old man knows his own details.

The sixth is Gao Zhensheng, and he must be responsible for the security work during the conference, and it is understandable to help him pick up the missing and fill in the gaps.

"Good!" Fang Buwei nodded.

"This is my plan, you see, what else to add?" Gao Zhensheng pushed the two pieces of paper to Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei is also the uncle of Xingyi now, and he has a relationship with himself as a fellow brother, Gao Zhensheng is very kind to him.

Fang Buwei glanced at it, and there was basically nothing wrong.

Gao Zhensheng followed his master Fu Jianqiu and worked as a personal guard for Zhang Dashuai for four years.

"Who is the uncle's side?" Fang Buwei asked again.

"The seventh and the eighth!" Gao Zhensheng replied.

Uncle Li Zaiyi, uncle of the seal, and Chen Fengshi, uncle of the sword.

Trust is enough, but the skills are a little poor.

"Do you want to leave it to me?" Fang Buwei said.

The others glanced at each other, and Zhang Yonghe, who was not the most familiar with Fang, asked, "Are you okay?" It's not something you can do with boxing alone! ”

Fang Buwei tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of sneer: "What else do you want to see?" ”

"Lao Jiu, this, have you played?" Li Zaiyi took out a fast and slow machine and circled around his fingers.

Before the end of World War II, the Mauser submachine pistol was the undisputed king of all pistols.

Fang Buwei sneered, took the pistol, and made a few "clicks".

The gun was gone, and there was an extra pile of parts on the table.

Several leaders were stunned.

"Are you playing tricks?" Lee Jae-yi asked in surprise.

"Idiot!" Gao Zhensheng scolded.

Fang Buwei smiled, and his hands were dazzling again.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Buwei, who reappeared with a pistol, was loaded with a "click"!

"Beware of misfire!" Lee Jae-yi snatched it and turned off the insurance.

"Uncle said that you were an officer, what officer?" Gao Zhensheng looked at Fang Buwei suspiciously.

If you don't hold a gun in your arms every day, how can you practice this kind of kung fu?

"Ordnance officer!" Fang Buwei said casually.

Gao Zhensheng really wanted to slap Fang Buwei in the face.

Whose quartermaster is tall and skilled can be the champion of martial arts?

Fang Buwei didn't say it, there must be a reason, and Gao Zhensheng didn't ask.

Several masters were not at ease, and they also took Fang Buwei to the shooting range.

The knots are all shocking.

Blindfolded people can hit the bull's-eye, they are really the first time to see them.

In fact, when the conference was held in previous years, it was not as cautious as this year, and the key was that the people who were in trouble with the assassination of Dean Wang were panicked, and they were not allowed to let An Liangtang fight up and down.

Mr. Situ has long been on the assassination list of the Japanese spy agency, and no one dares to guarantee that the Japanese will take this opportunity to disguise themselves as representatives or reporters to plot assassination.

Since the 24th day of the Lunar New Year, some guests have arrived in New York one after another, sitting in the hall and Zhang Yonghe specially led people to pick up people at the port and railway station, Gao Zhensheng and the torture hall were responsible for security, and other leaders of the hall were specially greeted in the hotel.

The venue of the conference was arranged in a hotel not far from the Anliang General Hall, which was also opened by the children of Hongmen.

Every time he arrived, the old gentleman would pay a special visit, and then take the wind and wash the dust.

Fang Buwei followed behind him without leaving an inch.

On the twenty-seventh day, the old man was greedy for a few more drinks, so he didn't escort him back to the main hall.

When the old man fell asleep, Fang Buwei went downstairs and saw Gao Zhensheng and a sturdy man sitting in the lobby.

"This is Senior Brother Qi!" Gao Zhensheng pointed to Fang Buwei and introduced it to the strong man.

"This is Senior Brother Liu Hanjie!" Gao Zhensheng said again.

If it is a child of Hongmen, it must be reported to the hall, not directly called senior brother and junior brother.

It seems that this is also a disciple who practices Xingyi Fist.

Fang Buwei glanced at Liu Hanjie and knew it in his heart.

The smell of the military is too strong.

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