Zhang Xiaolin's face was gloomy and he listened to the people below running in to report, he just groaned a little and said to the person who reported: "Tell the people below to get out of the way." ”

"In that case, we still want to lose face?" The reporter asked, surprised.

"I, Zhang Xiaolin, if I love face, I won't even live to be thirty years old. I will not cooperate with the Japanese, but will go to Hong Kong with Du Yuesheng. Would ordinary outsiders casually pull out guns in the concession? We can't be used as guns by others. When the time comes, I don't even know how he died. Go quickly, those people will die in vain if they go late. Zhang Xiaolin said.

Xiaobao was smiling at the bald man at this time: "Big brother, how many children are there in the family?" Is sister-in-law pretty? I've had sheep madness with this hand, and if you accidentally go angry, your son will have someone else's surname. ”

The bald man was covered in sweat, and the muscles on his face were shaking. I came out to mix and mingle to eat, and also to support my family. The group of people behind him held axes and did not dare to advance or retreat. The whole scene was deadlocked.

At this moment, the person who went in to report ran out again and shouted: "Zhang Ye said, let them go." We're all friends. ”

With a bang, someone let go of the axe and fell on the road. The bald man trembled, thinking that Xiaobao's gun had gone off. He almost fainted, and it took him half a day to realize that he was not dead. Turning his head and seeing an axe fall to the ground, he was so angry that he scolded: "I can't even hold an axe, what's the use of raising you waste snacks?" The kid almost scared you out. ”

Those who stood in the way pushed to the side of the road, and the Jewish procession continued on. Xiaobao returned to the side of Shangang Daowu.

Shangang Daowu patted Xiaobao's shoulder with his hand again, indicating that he had done a good job.

Rabieulius was in his seventies and walked very slowly in front. It was already dusk when the group reached the dock. The cruise ship has been lit up one after another. Most of the people on the cruise ship have already boarded the ship, standing by the railing and waving to the people who see them off below.

Julius turned to look at the expectant faces, his lips quivering and his beard swaying.

"Brothers and sisters, we Jews have endured for more than a thousand years and have waited for more than a thousand years. Today we are no longer patient and waiting. Under the guidance of the great satellite, we will build our own city and our own kingdom on that high mountain. "Julius' voice is like the strings of a cello, and the hundreds of Jews are like a case behind the strings. The sound of the strings resonates trembly in the case.

The faces of every Jew glowed with hope in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Julius slowly boarded the cruise ship, like Moses who had gone up the mountain alone and later received the Ten Commandments.

Lord Haig leaned on the railing of the pleasure boat and looked down at the scene. He's going to Hong Kong on this boat. With his back to the setting sun, he hid his face in the darkness.

There is only a residual red left in the sunset, and I don't know who this residual red is left for.

Michiwu took the other three people back to the door of the Sassoon Building. He smiled and glanced at Koho and said a few words of Japanese to Oki Shinichi. Da Xi Yanyi smiled and said to Xiaobao, "Chief Shangang is very satisfied with your performance today. He said you're off tonight. You can now go out and take a walk on your own. ”

Xiaobao was overjoyed and hurriedly saluted and thanked him.

Looking at Xiaobao's distant figure, Shan Gang Daowu smiled and said to Daxi Yanyi: "Your vision is good. He is indeed a good knife. ”

Xiaobao walked along the much more prosperous street than Harbin. The tall buildings on both sides of the street require Xiaobao to look up hard to see the roof. The colors of the neon sign kept changing on his face. Indian patrolman patrolling the street with a short wooden stick in his hand. All this makes Xiaobao feel fresh.

Xiaobao walked a few more streets. From the Anglo-American Public Concession to the French Concession. The prosperity is still the same, but the patrol police have changed from Indian to Vietnamese. They should be called Annan.

It's just that in both the Public Concession and the French Concession, there are groups of ragged people begging along the streets. This is also more than Harbin.

Xiaobao suddenly remembered that he should take the opportunity to buy a gift for Aunt Chang. He beckoned a rickshaw.

"You know where you sell bags that women wear?" Xiaobao asked the rickshaw driver. Aunt Chang had long said that she wanted to buy a bag worn by a rich woman in Harbin.

The coachman looked Xiaobao up and down, and made sure that he should have a few dollars before he smiled and said to Xiaobao: "If you want to buy high-end goods, then you can come to the French Concession." I'll take you to find it, Mando. ”

"Why do you ask for so much food in Shanghai?" Sitting on the rickshaw, Xiaobao asked the driver.

"There are always wars, and I can't live in the countryside anymore. They all went to Shanghai to beg for a living. The coachman said disdainfully.

"Country? What the hell is it? Xiaobao asked again.

"Except for Shanghai, it's all from the countryside." The coachman said condescendingly.

Xiaobao completely shut up this time.

The driver circled the street a few times and parked the rickshaw in front of a lavishly decorated shop.

"This one specializes in high-end French goods. Perfumes, leather bags. As long as you have the money. After saying that, he still looked at Xiaobao suspiciously, for fear that he would bring a fraudster with a large amount of money.

Xiaobao ignored him, gave the car money and walked straight in. A guy in a slim-fitting suit greeted him.

"What do you want to buy, sir?" The guy asked.

"I want to buy a woman's bag." Xiaobao said proudly.

The young man looked him up and down a few more times before reaching out and making a gesture of please.

Fuck, what's wrong. Tomorrow Lao Tzu will wear clothes that ask for rice and flowers to buy things! Act like a snob!

"I'm going to buy the best!" Xiaobao said angrily.

"Sir, please come with me." A man in his forties replaced the young man and stood beside Xiaobao and said.

"Who are you going to buy a gift for?" The manager-like person seemed to see that Xiaobao was a mallet who didn't understand anything, and asked softly.

"My aunt," Xiaobao said after thinking for a while.

"How old is that lady?" The manager asked again.

"Not yet thirty." Xiaobao discounted Aunt Chang's age by five.

"And what price would you like to buy?" The manager was more attentive.

"Five thousand yen," Xiaobao said through gritted teeth. He regretted it when he said it. In Harbin, he had seen a woman holding a bag. The small one can only fit a pistol, and there is a bird to use!

Five thousand yen in the thirties was a lot of money. Xiaobao was very distressed.

The manager still had a look of surprise. There are too many rich people in Shanghai Tang. Five thousand yen is a fortune that is unimaginable for those who beg along the streets, but for some it is a drizzle.