Chapter 17 Eating and Talking Tea
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In the battle with the French Concession as the main venue, Huang Jinrong's forces and the Green Gang were also exhausted, and they were hard to support on the surface, but they were already seeking opportunities for peace.
In fact, if it weren't for Long Xingtang behind his back, the battle between the two sides would not have been so fierce, and it would not have lasted so long. The Qing Gang is measured, only against Huang Jinrong's underworld forces, and it is not very ruthless. Huang Jinrong also told his subordinates to save some face for the high-ranking characters of the Green Gang.
But Longxingtang is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, lest the two sides fight not hot enough, and at the same time, for its own smooth development in the future. Therefore, the black and white forces on Huang Jinrong's side will not let go, and the Qing Gang, regardless of his seniority, only depends on whether he is an obstacle to Longxingtang. Among them, the two sides suffered the greatest losses in the sixteen-shop wharf. A total of more than a dozen dock brothers were either killed or disappeared, and the profit was naturally the Longxingtang forces under the banner of Xingyitang and the Chinese trade union in Shanghai.
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Three years ago, the Baoxing Restaurant has now been occupied by Huang Jinrong and has become a fragrant hall for opening the mountain and accepting apprentices. The incense hall is still magnificently arranged, the lights are hung on the beams, the carpet is spread all over the ground, the characters on the four walls are painted on the screen, the dazzling array is dazzling, the red sandalwood chair is set up next to it, and the splendid cushion is surrounded by splendor. But the atmosphere and furnishings are very different, and they are so heavy that they make your chest feel stuffy.
"Master, we can't fight like this anymore." Luo Zhenzhong looked around, there were many faces missing, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
Huang Jinrong's face was gloomy, and he was in a very bad mood. He didn't expect things to develop to this point, and the black and white forces were hit hard, even the cronies he planted and promoted in the patrol room were not spared. He really didn't expect the counterattack of the "Green Gang" to be so reckless, and the gangs, large and small, seemed to unite and unanimously oppose him.
Of course, there are also places that make Huang Jinrong and others suspicious. That is, some of the assassinations seem to be delicate, and they don't seem to be the rough tactics of the Green Gang. In particular, most of the people who patrol the houses are not seen alive or dead. There is no corpse, no case, or no case is filed, although this is not absolute, but it does make people feel like they are in a fog and cannot see clearly. Moreover, if you kill me and I cut you, it can be said that there is mud and sand, and the gangs are mixed, and it is not easy to find out?
The struggle seemed to be endless, which not only caused the loss of Huang Jinrong's power, but also caused frequent vicious cases, but also caused the dissatisfaction of the French. Originally, the French valued him and acquiesced in his development of power, in line with the method of "fighting poison with poison," that is, recruiting powerful hooligans to enrich the police force and controlling hooligan gangs, so as to limit the criminal activities of hooligans to a scope that would not endanger the fundamental interests of foreign colonists and the basic ruling order.
But if Huang Jinrong can't control the situation, his hooligan forces have become the source of trouble in the French Concession, and it is not impossible for the French to change their ways. After all, in the eyes of the French, Huang Jinrong is nothing more than a dog they raised.
"Master, let's have some tea!" Luo Zhenzhong had tears in his eyes and said: "No one wants to maintain this lose-lose situation, and it should be the best way to take a step back and make peace." In this way, everyone will be able to lose less, and the French will be accountable. ā
In fact, Lin Guisheng had already made it clear to Huang Jinrong last night that he wanted to end this somewhat inaudible battle. But as an old man, how can he personally prescribe oral softness, it would be too shameful. Luo Zhenzhong's proposal can be said to be in line with Huang Jinrong's intentions, but he still has to pretend to think about it, until other people also echo and persuade him, he nodded a little reluctantly.
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The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, how can the gang fight that Long Xingtang painstakingly provoked let you let go easily. Although both sides of the battle had the intention of making peace, and also agreed on the time and place of "eating and talking about tea", Longxingtang's plan was also changed.
Speaking of which, Chen Wenqiang is very busy, but he is no longer personally involved, most of the time he listens to reports from all aspects every day, reviews and modifies the action plan or work policy, and finds time to train the killer team again. In other words, let go of what should be let go, and Chen Wenqiang only grasps the total. With the improvement of the quality of personnel in various departments and the rationalization of responsibilities and work, he can be glad that he will not die of exhaustion like Zhuge Liang.
"If you want to fight, you can fight, if you want to stop, what should we do?" Chen Wenqiang looked at the latest information and was very dissatisfied.
Li Yapu deeply agreed with this, Xingyitang fished in the muddy waters in this battle, and although the actual profits have not yet appeared, they are just waiting for the right time to take over. At this time, Huang Jinrong made peace with the Qing Gang, which was not good for Xingyitang.
"Is it to destroy 'eat and talk about tea', or to make them all-" Li Yapu made a downward movement.
It is not impossible to wipe out the heads of state of both sides who "eat and talk about tea". There was restraint in fanning the flames, using daggers, axes, and ropes, and if all guns were used, seven or eight people would be enough for the task. But doing so would be too much of a commotion, and it would be very detrimental to future reception. The most important thing is to find one that does not belong to Xingyitang, but can be controlled, and make up for the gap left in the French Concession after killing Huang Jinrong.
"Did we mix well in the patrol room in the French Concession?" Chen Wenqiang asked cautiously: "If there is really none, is there anyone in Huang Jinrong's disciples who can be subdued, can have a certain ambition, and the status is neither high nor low." ā
Li Yapu pondered for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "Our infiltration has just begun, but it is just some three-light yards (package inquiry), but there are two or three ordinary patrols, with low status and short time, I am afraid it will be difficult to take on a big responsibility." Huang Jinrong's doorman, it's not easy to find. The information of the patrol room is there, although it is rough, but it can also be used for reference. It's better to sit in the big brother and see if there is a suitable one. ā
Chen Wenqiang opened it casually, as Li Yapu said, it can indeed only be used for reference. However, the intelligence department has not been set aside for a long time, and the collection and sorting of intelligence is not so professional, and he cannot be too demanding.
"Thirteen high-level Hua arresters, this Golden Rong is ranked last, with the shallowest qualifications, but he can climb to his current status, and he can be regarded as a character." Chen Wenqiang said casually, but his flipping movements slowed down, and he said thoughtfully: "Will the person with seniority older than him be willing?" Well, like this numbered one, what's going on now? ā
There are only thirteen senior Chinese catchers in the patrol room of the French Concession, and there are ten ordinary patrols under each senior Chinese catcher, and below the ordinary patrol are three-light yards, also called Bao inquiring. After becoming a senior Chinese catcher, the patrol room will issue a card to each person, numbered from one to thirteen, with the No. 1 card being the oldest and most powerful. The No. 1 in Huayu is called Xu Anbao, nicknamed "Big Man". And when Huang Jinrong became a high-level Hua Catcher, he did only receive the No. 13 card, which is the least qualified.