Chapter 6: A Slap in the Face

The patrol house is under the command of the Concession Police Department, and the Police Department is under the management of the Ministry of Industry Bureau, and the bigwigs of the Ministry of Industry Bureau directly accept the jurisdiction of the consulate, and the Shanghai Consulate is under the leadership of the Beijing Legation.

As soon as he heard this, the inspector, who was still imposing, immediately stopped and raised his hand to salute: "I'm sorry Miss." The Indian patrols behind him, the Chinese patrolmen nodded their heads, just hating that there was no tail to wag.

Emily was unforgiving, pointing to the cover of the magazine and saying menacingly: "See, our guest is the cover character of Time magazine, he is a hero, a brave, a general, not a fugitive as you say." ”

The inspector fixed his eyes and saw that the person on the cover of the magazine was really the same as the person he wanted to arrest, he understood that he had made a mistake, hurriedly apologized, and withdrew from the western restaurant with his subordinates.

The cheerful music started again, and everyone laughed.

"It must have been a misunderstanding." Major Kim said.

"The quality of the police in the concession is so poor, I think it's probably because they have been in Shanghai for too long." Mrs. Jin quickly fanned her small fan and said.

Emily looked at Chen Zikun affectionately, the flush on her face did not subside, and the freckles became more obvious.

"Is your father really a minister?" Chen Zikun asked, this high branch can be climbed, and there will be many benefits in the future.

Mrs. Kim suddenly snickered: "I'm sorry, I lied to you, but I didn't lie, Emily's father did work as a diplomat, but he was only a minister to the Republic of San Marino." ”

"That was when I was a kid." Emily whispered, and at this point she regained her well-behaved demeanor, looking like a large doll.

San Marino is a small European country, just a small place, naturally cannot be compared with Shanghai, the largest metropolis in the Far East, let alone a minister who has long since stepped down, Chen Zikun was a little disappointed, but did not show it, after all, it is impossible to meet a noble person halfway.

After a few more idle words, they left each other a means of communication, and then dispersed.

On the way, Emily looked a little uneasy, and Mrs. Jin quipped: "Have you taken a fancy to this handsome Chinese?" ”

Emily immediately said happily: "Seriously, Chen is not like Chinese at all, real Chinese are ugly monsters with short stature, pigtails and two mouse beards, Chen is different from them, he is like a lonely hero in Western movies." ”

Mrs. Jin said: "It's a pity that he already has a wife, and I heard that there are two." ”

Emily was amazed, "God, how is this possible, shouldn't he be a Christian?" ”

Mrs. Kim shrugged: "Emily, there is a photo of his two wives in Time magazine, do you only look at the cover of the magazine?" ”

Emily sulked and stopped talking.

……

In front of the Huizhong Hotel, Chen Zikun invited Mu Yichen to sit down, but Mu Yichen politely declined: "No, I still have something to do, I'll come to visit another day, just accompany you to find my classmate who is a comprador in a Spanish foreign firm." ”

Chen Zikun happily agreed, and only went upstairs after seeing Mu Yichen leave.

Mu Yichen got on the tram and bought a soup bag near the Chenghuang Temple in Nanshi, and then came to the rented house, which is a new-style Shikumen building with running water and electric lights, the room is covered with a brand-new wooden floor, and a slender figure is sitting in front of the desk to work, with a vase on the windowsill, and a bouquet of white flowers is quietly blooming.

"Qiu Ling, look what I've brought you." Mu Yichen raised the thing in his hand.

"Soup dumplings, my favorite food." The girl took the soup bag and asked with concern, "Have you ever eaten lunch?" ”

"I've eaten steak and champagne at Atlantic Western Restaurant." Mu Yichen said with a smile.

"Liar, how can you have money." Che Qiuling looked incredulous, and then became pleasantly surprised: "You got a job?" ”

Mu Yichen shook his head: "No, it's someone else's treat, guess who I met?" ”

"I can't guess, let's say it."

"Senior Chan of St. John's University."

"It's him, the one we marched with at the beginning, Senior Chen Zikun of the Jingwu Society?"

"Yes, it's him, he's a general now! and also appeared on the cover of Time Magazine......" Mu Yichen's eyebrows danced when he said it, Che Qiuling listened attentively, and suddenly said excitedly: "Haven't you always wanted to start an industry, it's better to find him to invest in shares." ”

Mu Yichen's eyes lit up, and then they dimmed again: "He is now a military envoy, the first thing to consider is the territory and the army, he came to Shanghai this time to buy arms." ”

Che Qiuling was greatly disappointed: "I didn't expect the senior to degenerate into a warlord." ”

Mu Yichen said: "I believe that the senior is different from those warlords who are reckless, I have this feeling, he has some ambitions, since the senior can put pen to paper, why can't I be a comprador, start from the comprador first, accumulate original funds and then realize my ideals!" ”

Che Qiuling said happily: "Ah Chen, you finally figured it out, it's great." As he spoke, he snuggled up and stuck to Mu Yichen's chest.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Twisted?" Che Qiuling asked impatiently.

"Collect the money for the house." It was the voice of the landlord.

Mu Yichen stepped forward to open the door, and as soon as the door opened, several men broke in, wearing a short cap and looking obscene.

"What are you guys doing?" Mu Yichen asked sharply.

The hooligans ignored him, walked straight to Che Qiuling, picked her up and left, Mu Yichen hurriedly stopped him, and was beaten violently by them, the furnishings in the house were beaten to pieces, and the vase was broken. Blood flowed from his forehead, and he cried out in pain, "Don't take her away." ”

Che Qiuling was even more crazy: "Ah Chen, Ah Chen!" ”

A middle-aged man in a long shirt walked in and said coldly: "Don't take Miss away quickly!" ”

The hooligans took Che Qiuling out, and the middle-aged man said: "The surname is Mu, your case of abducting people, our lord has already reported to the patrol room, you should wash your butt and prepare to go to Tilanqiao." With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

It didn't take much effort, and there was the sound of the car starting downstairs, Mu Yichen slowly got up from the floor, and cleaned up the fragments of the vase, the bouquet of white flowers had been trampled to the point that it was not in shape.

Mu Yichen's hand clenched the broken porcelain piece tightly, and blood gushed out from his palm.

……

After Chen Zikun returned to the hotel, he found that the two ladies were not there, and he probably went shopping again, so he called Li Yaoting and told him what happened to Lihe Foreign Bank.

Li Yaoting was immediately furious: "What is the name of that comprador, I will arrange it immediately." ”

Chen Zikun said: "The surname is Zhang, the German name seems to be Wilhelm, just teach a little lesson, don't feed the dog." ”

Li Yaoting laughed heartily: "I have measure." ”

Putting down the phone, Chen Zikun yawned, went to bed to take a nap, and woke up, it was already afternoon, the doorbell was dingdong, and he stepped forward to open the door.

On comprador Zhang's cheeks, the finger marks have not faded, and his speech is a little leaky, presumably a few teeth have been lost, but he has no angry expression at all, but he is servile: "General Chen, I am here to apologize to you, it is me who is wrong, I make you angry, I should be beaten, I should be beaten." ”

Chen Zikun knew that it was Li Yaoting who played a role, and laughed: "Is there anything unpleasant between us, I have forgotten." ”

Comprador Zhang suddenly became afraid: "General Chen, are you unwilling to forgive me?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "I was born in the army, no one can stop my temper, and I have been beaten, and my anger has disappeared early, so you don't have to worry about anything." ”

Only then did Zhang comprador feel relieved: "General Chen is a good person, I brought the contract to buy the gun, and I still go according to the old price, you can fulfill it after you sign it." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of contract paper, two hundred Mauser C96 7.63 mm semi-automatic pistols, eighty yuan each, including wooden holsters and accessories with the gun, the total price was 16,000 oceans, because the contract amount was small, so it was a simple version of the contract, and it took effect when signed.

Chen Zikun is not a master who is unforgiving, he immediately signed a contract, and promised to buy another 50,000 rounds of pistol ammunition and 20 German-made Bergmann hand-held machine guns, Zhang comprador is living on contract commissions, Chen Zikun is doing his business is to give him money, how can there be any reason to be unhappy.

Most of the foreign compradors in Shanghai are from three backgrounds who can speak a few words of pidgin foreign languages, and they have been passed down from generation to generation, grandchildren, fathers and sons all make a living by running errands for foreigners, and they are used to snorting on others, so how can they have any self-esteem at all, and even if they have, they are in front of their powerless compatriots.

Although Chen Zikun is not a foreigner, he is a warlord, and he also knows the big hooligan Li Yaoting, so he is naturally a character that William Zhang cannot afford to offend.

After a while, someone knocked on the door again, Chen Zikun thought it was Jianbing and Yao Yilei who came back from shopping, but when he opened the door, it was Zhao Yufeng and them, Li Changsheng's face was pale, and Wang Degui's clothes were also full of dust and shoe prints, and he looked like he had been beaten by a fat meal.

"What, it was taken by the patrol?" Chan asked.

Zhao Yufeng shook his head and said dejectedly: "No, we went to the casino to play money, but there was an accident, and the spectators accused Lao Li of being out of the thousand, and chopped off one of his fingers." ”

Chen Zikun noticed that Li Changsheng's right hand was hidden behind his back, and when he grabbed it, he was bloodstained, a rag was wrapped around his palm, and his index finger was gone.

"Are you guys burning sticks?" Chan was furious.

Zhao Yufeng said: "Dashuai, two fists are hard to beat four hands, the guy hasn't taken it out yet, there are a lot of them, there are a few good players watching the field, we have to act at the opportunity to do it, otherwise we have to explain our three lives today." ”

Chen Zikun opened the suitcase, took a few bullet clips and stuffed them into his waist and said, "Go, kill and go back to take revenge!" ”