The sunset on the Bund dresses up the streets in gold. The streets were becoming less crowded and quieter, and you could even hear the whistle of a ship approaching the port. Some homeless people began to emerge from the dark bridge holes in search of their lives.

Ten miles of foreign field, everywhere dance pavilion song platform, under the night, a group of lights and wine. The oriental cars pulled by people shuttled under the street lamps with the nickname of "Race the Moon", and the shining street lamps in the concession at this time were like crystal pearls, forming a long dragon that emitted silver light. Twenty years ago, electric lighting not only brought unquenchable light to Shanghai, but also gilded the city with a prosperous light.

The lighted kitchen window facing the street displays some colorful goods. In some secluded alleys, in the dimly lit doorways, a few women occasionally scratch their heads and gesture at passers-by. The sound of the voice is flowing all over the streets. In some bustling streets, it shows the atmosphere of Shanghai's sleepless city. Brightly dressed dancers accompanied some wealthy people in and out of the ballroom's door. Men squander money, women squander their youth.

"This is Shanghai, the Shanghai where the rich are drunk and dreaming of death, and the Shanghai where the poor die and live."

After getting off the boat from the boat and saying goodbye to Xiao Xinren, accompanied by Zhu Jialiang, Chen Moran, who was walking along the Bund road, sighed secretly, he was used to everything in Shanghai, and he was also almost numb to this era.

Zhu Jialiang, who was following behind the young master, did not hear the young master's secret sigh, but glanced at the passing Oriental cars around him.

"Young master, this is still a long way from home, or I'll call an Oriental car!"

"No, I'm going to see someone else."

Glancing at Zhu Jialiang thoughtfully, Chen Moran said.

The man sent a letter to the person in the morning, saying that he should come to his house or company at a convenient time, and the content of the letter seemed to be nothing, but the letter was the letter paper of the King Hotel, could he guess something?

"Jialiang, that day, that incident, are you sure that no one saw you?"

If the young master didn't mention it, Zhu Jialiang would have almost forgotten about it.

"Young master, absolutely no one will see me!"

"That's good!"

Chen Moran nodded, the case has been happening for three days, except for seeing a news in the newspaper, the patrol has not come to investigate, they obviously have no clue, but how could Henry remember to use the note from the King Hotel to write an invitation letter to himself?

At the beginning of the night, there was a mist on the streets, and people and cars were still moving through the fog, and the lights of the street lamps made the whole street look strange in the fog.

Walking on the streets of the river, there are always gusts of wind coming from the river, Chen Moran frowned and walked, thinking about Henry's intentions. It was he who told himself the identity and address of the owner of the Yongle Canon at the auction, and Jack died that night, and Henry apparently deduced something from it.

"One hundred secrets!"

After a little contact, Chen Moran found out where the loophole was, if he really went to Henry now, it just proved his speculation, it would be almost equivalent to throwing himself into the net.

"Can't go!"

Realizing that if he took the initiative to find him, it would be tantamount to throwing himself into a net, Chen Moran's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but rejoice, if he didn't go to Pudong in the afternoon, maybe he would ......

"Henry!"

When secretly rejoicing in his heart, Chen Moran read the name and smiled coldly, he thought about many things too simply, and he must pay attention to it in the future.

After walking forward for a while, Chen Moran walked in when he saw the signboard of a restaurant. After entering the hotel, after looking at this small area, but the decoration is very elegant, he walked straight to a secluded corner and sat down, while Zhu Jialiang stood on the side.

"Jia Liang, sit! Eat with the young master! ”

After getting Chen Moran's instructions, Zhu Jialiang sat down.

A waiter with a recipe approached.

"Sir, do you want to order?"

Chen Moran waved his hand.

"If you don't order the food, take a copy of your specialty dish."

Ordering, Chen Moran does not have that habit, especially in this era, the restaurants of this era are different from the chefs of later generations who have taken what certificates and learned what standardized cuisines, each hotel in this era has its own characteristics, and unlike later generations, different dishes in restaurants are almost the same.

Since you have come to this restaurant, you can eat his specialty dishes if you want to eat, and these restaurants will not take the opportunity to blackmail, and usually have a good dish to eat.

After sitting down for about a few minutes, while Chen Moran was drinking tea and waiting for the restaurant to be served, two big men walked over towards his dining table, and saw the person dressed in a short suit walking towards this side, looking at the young master, Zhu Jialiang hurriedly put his hand in his pocket, and his hand was on the handle of the gun.

"Mr. Chen, it's been a long time."

Before Zhu Jialiang reminded the young master, an unfamiliar voice sounded in front of the table, and Chen Moran, who lowered his head to taste tea, raised his head at this time, the man in his forties who spoke, he didn't know it, but looking at them, it didn't seem to be a good kind. Yu Guang saw that Jia Liang was about to stand up, Chen Moran made a look, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"I can't talk about it for a long time, I don't seem to have any impression of you!"

Chen Moran didn't even glance at him when he spoke, and he looked like he didn't pay attention to it at all.

The big man took the cigarette off his mouth, sat down by himself, and then smiled at Chen Moran.

"Mr. Chen, a tycoon like you doesn't know people like me, but for Tycoon Chen, I have been famous for a long time!"

When he said this, Xu Baoshan looked at the tycoon in front of him who bought a rich manor with 1.5 million yuan and became famous in Shanghai.

"In Xia Xu Baoshan, Shanghai Anqing Gang "big" characters! ”

Although Mr. Chen didn't give himself a good face, Xu Baoshan hugged his fists and said his identity with a smile, as if he wanted to remind the person in front of him.

"Oh!"

Chen Moran shook his head and replied softly, this is clearly the underworld! It's hard to knock yourself out.

"Anqing Gang! Haven't heard of it! ”

This sentence only made Xu Baoshan's face change, although there are many hills on the Shanghai Beach wharf, and there are often firefights between each other in order to grab the wharf, and Xu Baoshan's power is also average, but there are a few people in Shanghai who have never heard of the Anqing Gang.

This is clearly not giving yourself face! even shaved the face of the Anqing Gang!

"Mr. Xu hasn't heard of Xu's name, but Mr. Chen hasn't heard of Anqing Gang?"

The voice was cold and colored, Xu Baoshan's voice was full of threat, and the big man standing on the side, holding the short fight on his body with his hand, looked like he was fighting accurately.

"Forgive me, Chen first came to Shanghai, I have never heard of the name of the Anqing Gang, as for the name of Mr. Xu......"

Chen Moran raised his eyes slightly, and then shook his head again.

"I've never heard of it!"