The Boston Concert Hall, founded in 1852, was the birthplace and main venue of the famous Boston Symphony Orchestra - of course, not anymore after a few months: due to road expansion and subway construction, the performance here was seriously threatened, so Boston began construction of another concert hall early and soon completed, and then the Boston Symphony Orchestra moved to a new venue......

For Qin Lang, however, the history and future of the Boston Concert Hall is not his concern, and neither is the Boston Symphony Orchestra – although now, he sits on the third floor of the concert hall and enjoys the orchestra's performances. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a modern man raised in pop music, Hollywood movies, and computer games, Qin Lang did not understand or like symphonies, as well as theater, ballet, opera, and other forms of classical art, whether Eastern or Western - thanks to Francis, of course. Ford. Coppola and Apocalypse Now, he at least liked Valkyrie, though that preference apparently had nothing to do with the art itself—he was here only because of the fame of the concert hall and the orchestra, and for using them as a tool to cover people's eyes.

An upscale public venue like Boston Concert Hall is undoubtedly perfect for a secret meeting between two people who need to disguise themselves as unrelated: safe, private, and inconspicuous. Qin Lang and Situ Meitang, according to public information, it is impossible for them to get into the same carriage, but it is possible to enter the same concert hall, enjoy the same performance, and sit together very coincidentally. Even better, even if someone was following them, and those stalkers were lucky enough to get tickets to the concert, their chances of getting close to the two would be slim to the extent that they couldn't figure out what they were talking about under the influence of the symphony.

Moreover, in fact, these eyes and ears that Qin Lang was determined to guard against actually had no chance of buying tickets for this concert at all, so he didn't need to worry about any accidents - except for one thing.

He glanced at his watch. It had been 15 minutes past the scheduled time, and Situ Meitang still did not appear. Maybe it was because his carriage broke down or he was stuck in traffic, but it was also possible that some unfriendly doorman kept him out of the concert hall......

Someone sat down on the empty seat on the right.

"You're late, Mr. Szeto." Qin Lang said.

"I'm very sorry for that, Mr. Qin." Situ Meitang first apologized to him, and then explained: "When I was about to leave, there was a sudden incident in the hall that I needed to deal with personally, and the traffic situation near this concert hall was also a bit bad...... However, Mr. Qin, I didn't understand, why are we meeting here? ”

"Mr. Szeto, I'm not here to meet someone, but to enjoy a great performance by the Boston Symphony Orchestra here before this half-century-old concert hall closes." Qin Lang replied, seriously, "I believe that this is also your purpose." ”

"Yes." Situ Meitang nodded equally solemnly, and then said, "Mr. Qin, it's really my honor to be able to meet you here and sit with you. ”

"You're so kind, Mr. Situ." Qin Lang replied.

At the end of the greetings, the two of them fell into a state of silence, their eyes staring at the orchestra conductor in the center of the stage, and listening to the symphony played by the orchestra, both of them felt a little bored—although the orchestra conductor was so rhythmic, the orchestra members played so exquisitely and excellently, and the real audience was already addicted to it—so finally, after a few minutes, Qin Lang decided to put an end to it all.

"How's the plan going?"

"Most of it is going well, and I have already connected with the anti-Japanese forces over there through the Hongmen connections. In four days, the first batch of weapons will be delivered to Formosa. But," Situ Meitang paused, his tone becoming cautious, "the matter may have leaked." ”

"Really?" Perhaps Qin Lang tried to show a little surprise, but his tone was still flat and unfluctuating, because the result was still in his expectation: organizations like Zhi Gongtang and Hongmen, as well as the anti-Japanese forces of Formosa, leaking secrets is unquestionable, because their members have no sense of secrecy at all, they have not received special training, and there are many dangerous bad habits, such as impulsiveness, alcoholism, greed for money, cowardice, or having a mouthy lover, and finally, they like to talk about "righteousness".

It is not particularly difficult for these people, even unprofessional spies, to get valuable information from their mouths: as long as they play a little trick on their hands, they themselves will take the initiative to confide everything they know, like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

They are completely unfit to know secrets. Of course, their organization was equally unsuitable: a problem that Qin Lang had always known but never intended to solve was that the various subordinate Tangkou of the Hongmen had always had close ties with a certain doctor's anti-government organization, but it was well known that the doctor's organization also had close ties with the Japanese government and the non-governmental political group Genyosha.

If the Japanese intended to obtain intelligence on this front, they did not even need to send spies.

So Qin Lang was not surprised at all, he just wanted to know the severity of the leak and the impact on the plan. "What do the Japanese know about our plans?"

"The Japanese must have known that a shipment of arms was going to be delivered to Formosa, and probably knew the time and place." Situ Meitang's tone became more cautious, "Finally, they may know that this matter has something to do with you, Mr. Qin. ”

"Oh." Qin Lang raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?" ”

Situ Meitang was silent for a while, because the matter made him feel like he was explaining—but he still said: "The guy I sent to Nanyang to contact the Hongmen brothers, and when I was doing things, I boasted to the brothers over there, saying that there was a big man among the Chinese in the United States who supported this matter, and then ......"

"Then, when the news reaches Formosa, it becomes that I support it, right?" Qin Lang raised his eyebrows again, "The person you sent, does he know that the matter is related to me?" ”

"He doesn't know." After a pause, Shitto swore in a more serious, priestly tone of God, "He certainly doesn't know, I didn't tell him, and he can't guess—he doesn't have such a good brain." ”

"That's not necessarily ......" Qin Lang considered, many times, some guys who didn't seem smart enough were actually not as stupid as they looked, on the contrary, they were also very smart and cunning, and could play an unexpected role - or counter-effect at a critical moment. However, Situ Meitang is also not an ordinary character, his vision, thinking carefully about the history of Zhigongtang, Qin Lang thinks it is worth believing. “…… So, I was put on the countertop, and it was just the result of someone's bragging. ”

"I know it's hard to believe, Mr. Qin, but ......"

"No, Mr. Szeto." Qin Lang interrupted him unceremoniously, "You should know that the result that I have been trying my best to avoid is that my role in this plan is made public. Although the reason for this situation is that your people are bragging, but the Japanese, I don't think they will think that this is just bragging. ”

Another pause, just to give Situ Meitang time to blame himself, he finally said: "Fortunately, this level of leakage is not enough to affect the plan. ”

Strictly speaking, this level of leakage did not affect the plan at all: even if none of the members of the Zhigong Court bragged to his Hongmen brothers, the Japanese would have guessed who had to do with the weapons obtained by the Formosa Resistance. What Kuroshima and his colleagues lacked was only evidence - but it was no different. As long as they do not have evidence, there is no way to protest to Washington, which certainly does not have any effect on him.

Qin Lang was not worried about himself, nor was he worried about the arms that were going to be given to Formosa. Yes, the Japanese already knew that there was a plan to smuggle arms and probably knew when and where the arms would arrive in Formosa, but what did it matter? Even under the old plan, it could have resulted in the loss of a number of weapons and ammunition, as well as a few members of the resistance, but these were irrelevant, and under the new plan, the only ones in trouble were the Japanese police and soldiers who carried out the search and clearance mission.

He withdrew his eyes from the orchestra conductor and turned his face to look at Situ Meitang. "Because of the leak, I think we have to revise the plan."

"Do you want to stop the shipment of weapons to Formosa?" Situ Meitang's face was a little ugly: if Qin Lang aborted the plan, it would deal an irreparable blow to his prestige, shake his position within the Hongmen, and then destroy his relationship with Nanyang and Formosa. He didn't want Qin Lang to suspend the plan, however, the decision was in Qin Lang's hands, and he could only wait for the verdict to be announced.

Then Qin Lang made a verdict. "I will send a small team of armed security guards to provide security for the arms."

He will send mercenaries to deliver munitions! Situ Meitang could hardly believe his ears: from Qin Lang's point of view, it seemed that he should not have taken such a bold measure, which amounted to making the role he played. However, this is what Qin Lang is going to do now: compared to when he first made the plan, the situation has changed, and the resistance of Formosa is no longer a means of forcing Japan to accept the mortgage terms of the loan, because Ito Hirobumi accepted that condition very simply, so now, although the island is still under Japanese control, it is already the property of the American banking syndicate, and as a member of the banking syndicate, he certainly has a little power to transport weapons to Formosa.

Again. Qin Lang thought happily. He will not send Umbrella's official mercenaries, let alone white or black mercenaries, or even armed personnel related to Umbrella, who may be caught by the Japanese and confess, but the Japanese government still cannot find direct evidence to charge him.

He smiled and turned his gaze back to the center of the stage at the orchestra conductor who was performing. "I once heard a story, a story related to gambling...... "Situ Meitang turned around, looked at him, and listened carefully, "In a city, the popular local gambling activity is horse racing, and this activity is controlled by gangs to manipulate the results of the race by injecting drugs into the racehorses to profit from gambling. ”

Then one day, in a little way, the doctor in charge of injecting the horses told the secret to his beautiful lover, and when he left, the beautiful lover told the news to another lover of hers, who then met with his friend or relative, and leaked the news to him in the bar, but in the process, a waiter with an overly sensitive ear overheard the conversation...... Eventually, the news reached the ears of a boy's father, who needed a large sum of money to improve the family's life, so he borrowed from a loan shark and used all the money for the upcoming horse race......

Qin Lang listened to it again, not to let Situ Meitang think about anything, nor did he feel thirsty, just to reminisce about that story. It was a long time before he started again: "But unfortunately, during the race, the horse that was destined to win suddenly died. The gang was so annoyed by the leak that they decided to punish those who put their hands on their jobs and injected poison into the racehorses. And the father who bet became the chicken used to show the monkey, and the gang leader personally took his life, found a corrupt policeman to kill his wife, and finally hired a brilliant killer to kill his son......"

Situ Meitang opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. "Mr. Qin......"

"Mr. Situ," Qin Lang's gaze returned to him, "in our story, I don't know who the doctor is, who is the doctor's mistress, who is the mistress's lover, who is the waiter at the bar, but I do know that the Japanese policemen and soldiers who are going to check the arms are the father and his wife who borrowed from the loan shark - you know what I mean, right?" ”

"I understand, Mr. Qin." Situ Meitang naturally understood what Qin Lang meant, although he didn't understand why he was telling a story that didn't look like a story - and it was very obvious that the whole story was made up by him temporarily. Crappy metaphor, he commented to himself, and then casually asked, "What's the name of that story?" ”

"Lucky number Slevin ......" Qin Lang's voice suddenly became vague and distant, "Seriously, I don't like the ending of this story at all, not at all. ”

That ending, it was so bad, very bad.

It's true.

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PS: To be fair, "Lucky Number Slevin" is an interesting movie, but the plot is very cliché (to be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )