The two breads didn't eat last night this morning, and I was hungry and uncomfortable, so I sat on the chair of the small Yangzhou restaurant and relaxed. The hotel is refreshing and clean, although sitting in the lobby is a little noisy does not affect his appetite, and it is hidden in the city. I ordered four classic Yangzhou dishes stewed lion's head, sweet and sour elbow, boiled dried shreds, and three sets of duck, and my saliva was about to flow out, and there was no pollution of green food. At one o'clock at noon, Hu Wenkai really had a decent lunch. I took a bite of the lion's head, and the taste was soft, fat but not greasy. The eating appearance can not be too ugly, use chopsticks to pick up the duck meat, the fat wild duck meat is lean and fragrant, the pigeon meat is tender and mellow, the soup is fresh, the multiple flavors are combined, and the taste is delicious. The sweet and sour elbow is full of flesh-colored crystal elasticity, and the last plate of boiled dried silk soup is pure hen soup and eaten as noodles. The mouth full of oil juice and his hands were also sticky, looking around for facial tissues, Xiao Er was busy handing over a hot towel to wipe off the mouth full of oil and asked, "How much is it in total?" ”

"Less than an ocean, sir"

Thinking that the coachman outside might not have eaten at noon, he gave the guy a piece of ocean and pointed to a few steamed buns and siu mai on the table in the distance, and said to the man: "Take a basket of siu mai, and the rest of the money will be counted for you."

The man quickly wrapped a basket of siu mai, wrapped it in dried lotus leaves, wrapped it around a thin hemp rope, and handed it to him. After leaving the hotel, he saw the coachman squatting in the shade of a tree on the side of the road, and Hu Wenkai said that he wanted to walk around by himself in the afternoon and no longer use the car, so he sold the siu to the coachman and paid for the car.

Walking on the Fukaisen Road, which was later renamed Wukang Road, the road surface is about ten meters wide and is tightly covered by dense plane trees, and the two sides of the road are scattered with this sparse and bright courtyard and buildings, French Renaissance buildings, English country houses, and Spanish houses. A young woman wearing a jacket and skirt walked towards her with an embroidered umbrella, her wide cuffs swaying with her body, and the buckle placket outlined the curve of her upper body. I used to visit this European-style street during my honeymoon, and I lingered with my wife in front of this bungalow, and I remember saying to my wife at the time: "I want to buy one for you, but the government won't sell it." His wife laughed at him for bragging, but he could really afford the assets at that time, and the scene suddenly felt like yesterday, and he walked with his hands on the fence and fence on the side of the road.

Huang Xing's house No. 393, the large living room on the first floor, the stained glass dome, and the inner corridor on the second floor. The residence of the great merchant Li Jisheng at No. 111, the Spanish garden house at No. 210, with its red tile roof, rectangular and semicircular doors and windows scattered across the façade of the building, and the semicircular balcony facing the street is exactly the same as the balcony where Romeo shows his love to Juliet in Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet", which has attracted many boys and girls to worship in later generations. Villa 210 is across the road from a vacant lot, and next to Villa 326 is also a vacant lot, and I remember that the road is full of buildings on both sides. It is estimated that only half of the development is here, as there are still a few Chinese-style buildings. The two-story villa No. 326 has a large stone base at the bottom, blue bricks and freshwater joints, floor-to-ceiling arched windows, and the porch is supported by four columns, the upper part of the porch is an open-air terrace, and the cast-iron fence is full of roses. No. 326 Hu Wenkai thought about how he was so familiar with the house number, standing under the rose of the fence and thinking hard for a long time without giving up thinking.

Nanjing Road is really lively, rickshaws, bicycles, cars, trams, and pedestrians, there is a kind of two-sleeved breeze and prosperity, drunk gold and smoke clouds. Large billboards hung on both sides of the street, and men and women carried bags in and out. Hu Wenkai looked at the man carrying the briefcase and pondered that he needed to buy a handbag, so many silver dollars were heavy in his pocket. After buying a toothbrush, toothpaste, old-fashioned razors, towels, and soap, I found Shen Kee Tailor at the intersection of Ningbo Road and South Shanxi Road.

The two small facades are neatly tied, the walls around them are covered with various fabrics, and Master Shen, who is in his twenties, steps on a sewing machine, and Hu Wenkai has seen his photos in books in later generations. Gray woolen fabric and black wool custom two suits, a light gray tunics and a few shirts and trousers, Hu Wenkai asked the inner pockets of the suit to be thickened, Master Shen held a tape measure in both hands to measure the width of his chest when he nodded and said: "I know, the people in the Public Board of Directors are so asked to let go of the pistol."

"The clothes can be made in a week, please leave the delivery address"

"I'll get it in a week, just try it on, do you have a newsstand near here?"

"Go out and turn right, and there are more than a dozen shops selling cigarettes and newspapers."

"Thank you, this is the deposit" Hu Wenkai took the deposit slip and left the tailor shop.

Hu Wenkai, who was carrying a briefcase in his left hand and a dozen newspapers in his right hand, walked into the Pushkin Hotel, and the porter trotted over to take the newspaper in his hand and said to Hu Wenkai: "Sir, in the afternoon, Mr. James of HSBC will call you and let me tell you that the Bank of Communications is done, please go to HSBC to sign and complete the formalities."

"Well, I see, is there anything to eat at the hotel?"

"There's a restaurant on the left side of the stairs, and there's Western food served," the chubby woman at the counter suddenly stood up and shouted.

Hu Wenkai nodded at her and walked towards the stairs, returned to the room, took off his leather shoes and rubbed his swollen feet, a kind of unaccompanied melancholy spreading. It is impossible to go back to the old life, only to integrate into this time and space. Hu Wenkai was lying in the bathtub filled with cold water, reminiscing about the endless melancholy that filled him with all of a sudden, no relatives, no friends, and no one to talk to, so it was necessary to buy a simple house and build the home first. Shikumen is the best choice, living in the middle and upper classes of Shanghai, and the house structure is a combination of East and West.

After making up his mind, he hastily wiped off the water stains on his body with a bath towel, put on his clothes, and went to the restaurant on the first floor of the Pushkin Hotel for dinner. There were only a few Caucasian men dining, talking to each other in Russian, presumably the same White Russians who had been exiled to Shanghai after the October Revolution. I sat down at the corner table and ordered a steak, smoked sausage, salad and a can of dark beer. Sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette spread out today's declaration, Polish and Ukrainian troops are attacking Russia and occupying Ukraine. Polish troops occupy Kiev. In the advertisement of beautiful brand cigarettes, Hu Shi objected to the statement that students used a strike to solve the problem. He habitually looked for information on the sale of houses in the remote pages of newspapers, and laughed dumbly, but in the middle of the page, there were some old bungalows for sale, and the address was near Zhabei and not in the concession area.

The chef is good, the steak is medium-rare, chewing the steak and drinking dark beer, and at the table in the distance, a white Russian man in his thirties in a white shirt staggered towards him, supporting the table with his right hand and holding a wine glass in his left hand: "Young man, can I sit here and talk to you?" ”

Hu Wenkai looked at him, his golden hair was soft on his head, his nose was really big, and there were two thick eyebrows on his deeply sunken eye sockets. Hu Wenkai stretched out his hand: "Oh, you can"

This guy is simply self-acquainted, after sitting down, he chattered about his unfortunate experience, his name is Ivanov, he has a wife and daughter in Petersburg, Russia, is a happy family, he was sent to the consulate in Shanghai, China as a third-class secretary, after the October Revolution, the consul and other officials ran to the United States with money, leaving him behind, not long after the consulate was taken back by the Ministry of Industry, he temporarily lived in this hotel without money and no room. Looking at Ivanov, who was asleep on the table, Hu Wenkai called the entertainer to help him settle the wine money.

In the typical Shikumen residential area of Lane 181 of Taicang Road, Bryant was seen off at the homes of former French lieutenant Ovist, American businessman Bryant, and James Bryant of HSBC. Bryant has been in China for more than two years and has opened a machine shop with Ovest to sell weapons to Chinese mainland, and in recent years, the competition has been fierce, and the business has been sluggish and bleak. In 1901, the 40-year-old Ovist sailed the gunboat "Oli" to Chongqing, Sichuan, 2,500 kilometers, which allowed the people of Chongqing in Chinese mainland to see steel gunboats for the first time and also allowed him to meet many Chinese mainland warlords. Bryant's father was seriously ill and telegraphed him to return home, and his son took over his father's business as a scrap steel exporter. Tonight is to entrust James to help him handle the property, and the ticket the day after tomorrow does not give him time to sell the house worth 10,000 taels of silver at a reasonable price. James was also embarrassed, he was just one of several assistant managers at HSBC in Shanghai, and the banking business was familiar, but buying and selling a house took time. James thought of Hu Wenkai, who came to the bank to handle business today, the young son of an official eunuch who had just arrived in Shanghai and had a lot of money in his pocket, and the next step was to buy a house.

James held up his glass and said, "Kobe, I have a very rich young man today, you might as well contact him tomorrow to see if he is interested in buying".

"That's great, the price can be lowered a little bit, and I can give him all the furniture and books inside," Bryant said.

"Kobe, you really don't plan to go back to Shanghai? Business has started to recover here," Ovist said to Bryant with a straight face.

"Dear Ovist, I don't think I will be able to come back in the short term, my father is only one of my sons, and I need to go back to preside over the business in the United States."

The atmosphere in the room plummeted, and Ovester's eyes were full of anger, and he stood up after drinking the wine in his glass and said, "Go to the company tomorrow and take your shares Yankee!" "Slam the door and go out.

"Look, James, Ovest has a fiery temper on this soldier"