"Go get some of the new arrivals." The manager turned to the guy who was still standing dumbfounded.

"Little brother, I feel like I'm in love with you when I meet you. No matter which one you choose today, I will sell it to you at the original price! If you find that it is expensive in the future, you can come to me. The manager said with a smile.

When the manager carefully opened the packaging of several leather bags and placed them in front of Xiaobao, Xiaobao was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to choose.

"Brother, in fact, I am a rough person just like you. This thing is useless, it's just an ornament. Just buy a prop for a woman to pose. If you can't decide which one to buy. Big brother, can I help you pick? The manager changed his original tone and became as bold as Xiaobao.

Speaking like this, Xiaobao listens much more to the ear. He hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Actually, these bags are all a virtue in my eyes, and there is no difference." The manager spoke more and more coarsely.

"The important thing is to pay attention to it, to say it. I think you're going to buy this bag. It is said that the American movie star Crawford bought this one, and it is a lot of face to say it. The manager picked up a pink leather bag and said.

Xiaobao looked up at the ceiling, imagining the scene of fifty-year-old Aunt Chang carrying a pink bag and nodded heavily.

"Okay, just buy this." Xiaobao patted the counter and said.

The manager immediately asked the guy to repack his hands into the box, and then smiled and said, "Do you want to buy anything else?" This is already urging Xiaobao to pay the bill.

Xiaobao instantly realized that his money was still in the cloth belt sewn by Aunt Chang inside his clothes. He can't undress and pay for it in front of everyone, right?

"Do you have a bathroom here?" Xiaobao asked with a slight blushing face.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, little brother. Because of the war, how many wealthy people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang came to Shanghai for refuge. They buy things like you do. The manager said with a sophisticated voice. He immediately asked the guy to take Xiaobao to the bathroom.

After a while, the guy came back and whispered to the manager, "Did he hide his money in his clothes like those old rich men?" ”

The manager nodded, "What's this, I've seen a rich man who took money out of his socks." Then he turned cold and said, "Look at people, don't just look at how he dresses." The man had bulging on both sides of his waist, apparently carrying a gun. Are you blind? I didn't even see it. This year, the first gun is the biggest, and the money is second! If you don't open your eyes like this, go back to the countryside! ”

"When I went home from the end of last night, I saw a few people in Japanese military uniforms coming out of the hotel on Petain Road diagonally opposite, followed by several famous bosses in Shanghai. I always felt that there was a Japanese officer like him. He was carrying a suitcase in his hand. But it's strange to hear him talk about not being Japanese. But I'll sell this bag to him cheaply, don't make any moths. The manager whispered.

When Xiaobao reappeared, it was obvious that both pockets were bulging. His expression was also much more relaxed. He patted the manager on the shoulder: "Big brother, you are particular about what you say, and you are good enough!" Next time I come to Shanghai, I'll come to you to buy something! ”

"That's good, welcome at any time." The manager said with a smile. The guy on the side also accompanied the smiling face.

Xiaobao came out of the store, his face aching. It cost him 4,000 yen for something not much bigger than a slap. However, when he paid the bill, he felt that the manager was also in pain, so he didn't know what the reason was.

Xiaobao has a lot of experience after going through it once. He bought three more lighters at a nearby store. This was given to Yamaoka Michitakeki Enichi and Ogasawara Kenji.

What is money, what Lao Tzu has is money! Xiaobao comforted herself.

Xiafei Road is not only the French Concession, but also the most prosperous place in Shanghai.

Xiaobao walked while looking at the night view of Xiafei Road and the red men and green women on the street. Especially those blonde and blue-eyed foreign women.

He tucked his wrapped handbag under his armpit and held the paper bag in one hand. Inside the paper bag was the xiaolongbao that I had just bought. Xiaobao kept stuffing xiaolongbao into his mouth and eating it with juice.

A naked and dirty child walked up to Xiaobao, and he held Xiaobao's eyes with his two little hands and looked at Xiaobao with a blank eye.

Xiaobao seemed to see himself when he was a child, and did not hesitate to put the whole paper bag on the child's hands.

Xiaobao's action was like a clarion call, and seven or eight children ran out of the dark shadows on the side of the street and rushed towards Xiaobao. As soon as these children came up, they put their arms around Xiaobao's waist or hugged his thighs. Some children say that they are okay, but their hands are groping in Xiaobao's pockets. Xiaobao felt that the pistol in the holster on his waist was moving!

Some of the people on both sides of the street are accustomed to turning a blind eye, while others stop to watch the excitement. An annam patrol officer stood on the side of the street with a gloating smile on his dark face, and he didn't intend to interfere.

"Don't move! It's going to ring! Xiaobao shouted. He lifted one leg to get rid of the child holding his thigh first. But the five- or six-year-old kid persevered in his lap. His snot also hung on Xiaobao's pants, pulling out long silks.

Xiaobao reluctantly put down his legs and twisted his ass to prevent the hands of several children from reaching into his pockets.

Suddenly, Xiaobao felt that his waist was empty, and the pistol had been pulled out by the eldest child in the group.

Xiaobao is really anxious. He twisted and snatched the pistol, holding it high to prevent the child from snatching it again. It was like a warning shot.

The people on the street who saw this scene were stunned. One of the children's hands also stopped moving. In this year of war, 99 out of 100 children have never seen a toy gun. But ninety-nine out of a hundred children have seen real guns. It's something that kills people with a flick of a finger.

Some children are quick to see the opportunity and run away. Only the child holding Xiaobao's thigh sat on the ground and cried, he was already so frightened that he couldn't move his legs.

The eldest child ran back with the audacity, picked him up and ran to the side of the street. Seeing that Xiaobao didn't mean to shoot, the child turned his head and scolded: "Niang Xipi, little red guy!" ”

It's really a good seedling, but it's too far away from the Northeast. If you can get closer, I'll send you to the mountains to be a beard. Xiaobao cursed this little deflated calf in his heart.

The good mood of the day was ruined. Xiaobao has no interest in wandering around anymore. He hailed a rickshaw and drove back to the Sassoon Building.

As soon as he entered the room, Xiaobao took out the three small boxes like offering treasures. He first handed one to the hand of Shan Gang Daowu. Divide the other two between Oki and Ogasawara Kenji.

"Lighters, American!" Shangang Daowu is still very discerning, and it can be seen at a glance that this thing is worth a lot.

"Xiao Baojun, where did you get so much money?" Daxi Yanyi asked with a smile.

"The people on the mountain are dead, and the things on the mountain are naturally mine." Xiaobao explained.

"Not bad, not bad," Shan Gang Daowu said with a smile as he looked at Xiaobao. I just don't know if he's talking about people or lighters.