Chen Zikun stayed in Nagasaki for only one day, and then took the Kowloon Maru passenger ship to Hong Kong, the Kowloon Maru is also a ship of the Nissin Steamship Company, specializing in the Nagasaki to Hong Kong route, this is a 5,000-ton brand new passenger ship, Xiao Li helped Chen Zikun buy a second-class ticket, I want to compare with the cargo ship when I came, it is simply better to heaven.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the passenger ship set sail with a long whistle, the people on the pier waved garlands and small flags and shouted non-stop, the passengers on the ship kept waving to their relatives next to the railing, many people shed tears, Chen Zikun was infected by this scene, thinking of his wandering life experience, and a few life and death encounters, his eyes were also a little moist.

The second-class bunk was spacious, with portholes to see the sea, Chen Zikun entered the cabin early and lay down, and after a while, a young man in a white student uniform walked in and bowed very politely: "Khonny Chiva." ”

Chen Zikun also nodded in return: "Hello." ”

The young man's eyes lit up: "Sir, that person?" "His Chinese is a little jerky, but his pronunciation is quite clear.

Chen Zikun said: "I am Chinese. ”

The boy bowed and said, "I'm sorry, my first-year student at Imperial University, Shimizu Kaede, please take care of me." ”

Chen Zikun nodded lightly, not wanting to pay more attention to him, but Qing Shui Feng wanted to talk to him very much, and took out the vermilion lacquer box and said: "Here, there is sushi, yours, eat." ”

Hearing him say that Chinese is simply torture, Chen Zikun changed to an authentic Kansai dialect and said: "Your Chinese teacher should reflect deeply." ”

Shimizu Kaede was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said in Japanese: "Yes, but my Chinese teacher is not a professional, he teaches Chinese cuisine in Shinjuku." ”

The trip was boring, Chen Zikun chatted with him, it turned out that this Shimizu Feng is still a child of a Japanese family, his father is a senator, or a viscount, Shimizu Feng likes Chinese culture since he was a child, and he chose Hong Kong for the first time when he traveled alone after being admitted to Imperial University.

"Why not Shanghai?" Chen Zikun wondered.

"Shanghai is a must-go, but southern China is also very attractive to me, I want to take advantage of the summer vacation to go to Guangdong first, and then go to Shanghai during the winter vacation, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I majored in medicine at Imperial University, I take the liberty of asking, what does your Excellency do?"

"I'm in business." At dinner, Shimizu Feng invited him to the restaurant to eat, ordered sashimi, tempura, sushi, miso soup and rice, and a pot of sake, the two sat facing each other, he rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "I'm moving." Then he picked up the glass and took a sip, making a very enjoyable appearance: "It's delicious." ”

Chen Zikun also took a sip, wiped his mouth and said: "It's just water, if you want to drink alcohol, it's still the best liquor in our China, that's the wine that real men drink." ”

Qing Shui Feng looked yearning: "Really? ”

So Chen Zikun told him about the origin of liquor in various parts of China, from the big pot in the northeast, the second pot in Beijing, to the daughter red in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo leaf green in Sichuan, the Moutai in Guizhou, etc., these allusions were all told by Mr. Chen Zikun when he was pulling a foreign car in Beijing, and it is quite appropriate to take them out now to fool Qingshui Feng.

"In the fourth year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1915 of the Western calendar, we China sent a delegation to Panama to participate in the World Exposition, bringing Moutai wine, foreigners have never seen the world, feel that Moutai's clay pot is extremely rustic, no one cares, the representative is furious, smashed a jar of Moutai in public, suddenly the wine is overflowing, the audience is drunk, since then Moutai has become famous in the world, was rated as the world's three major spirits, do you know what the other two are?"

Shimizu Kaede thought for a moment and said, "British whisky and French brandy are more famous, I think they are. ”

Chen Zikun said: "It is worthy of being a top student of the Imperial University, and you can guess it correctly." ”

Qing Shui Feng touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

……

After chatting all the way, when they got off the boat, Shimizu Feng and Chen Zikun had become close friends, and they left him their Japanese address, and said very earnestly: "Chen Sang must write to me." ”

Chen Zikun also had a good impression of this simple Japanese college student, and hugged his fist and said: "I'm sorry, I wander all over the world and live in no fixed place, so I can't leave you an address, but we Chinese have an old saying, if you have a fate to meet thousands of miles away, you and I will have a fate in the coming day, and I will invite you to drink Moutai at that time." ”

The two shook hands and said goodbye, Chen Zikun started his journey again, Hong Kong has been ceded to the British for some years, came out of Victoria Harbour, called a rickshaw to go around the street, roughly browsed the colonial customs, used to seeing the bustling Shanghai, Hong Kong naturally has nothing to see, hastily ended the visit, Chen Zikun was ready to leave for Shantou, at this time he found the biggest difficulty, that is, he could not speak Cantonese.

Cantonese is almost difficult to walk, but fortunately, he can speak English, coastal Guangdong, and foreigners have been dealing with for a long time, it is much easier to find a local who can speak English than to find a person who can speak Chinese, it is late, he simply stayed in Hong Kong for one night, and between his ears and eyes, he actually learned some commonly used local dialects.

Early the next morning, Chen Zikun took a boat to Shantou, the place of Yin Weijun's sacrifice, this time on not an ocean-going steamer, but a wooden sand boat, most of the people on board were coming to Hong Kong to do small business, with big bags and small luggage, and they all knew each other.

Shantou is one of the treaty ports in Guangdong, although it is not as prosperous as Guangzhou and Hong Kong, but it is also very lively, Chen Zikun found the town's house to ask, the janitor told him that half a month ago there was indeed a foreign woman who died violently, and the body was parked here for several days, but now it has been sent back to her hometown in Zhejiang by her husband with the child.

"Dead in a foreign land, hard-working, Xi Zizi is only three years old...... old man lamented, and asked Chen Zikun: "Who are you?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "I am her nephew. Think about it and ask, "Do you know why my aunt died?" ”

The old man said that Yin Weijun was shot to death by bandits who suddenly rushed out when he was drinking morning tea in the teahouse, and then complained that there were bandits in Shantou, and since the Guangxi people occupied Guangdong, they became chaotic, and finally scolded Lu Rongting for being a dead street, Chen Zikun understood this sentence, and had a number in his heart.

Yin Weijun must have been assassinated by the Guangxi warlord Lu Rongting.

On the outskirts of Shantou, Chan burned some paper money, then left Shantou for Guangzhou, which was mountainous and difficult to travel by land, so he returned to Hong Kong by boat and then took a train to Dashatou in Guangzhou via the Guangzhou-Kowloon Railway.

In order not to be so conspicuous, he changed out of his dress, bought a hat to wear, and sat in the teahouse in front of the military government's yamen every day.

Chen Zikun only carried a Mauser palm thunder, small caliber, weak power, and had no advantages except for strong concealment, but this did not bother him, and he followed a policeman in the night, knocked unconscious with a dull stick, and got a flower mouth and seven bullets.

In the hotel room, Chen Zikun used a dagger to cut the warhead of each bullet, revealing the lead core inside, which was the method taught to him by the big boss.

After staring at it for seven days, he finally figured out Lu Rongting's whereabouts, and that morning, after Chen Zikun had a full meal, he came to the teahouse with two pistols in his body, ordered a pot of tea and sat down, took out a newspaper and read it.

In the newspaper, Lu Rongting, who was dressed in the dress of an army general, was domineering.

"Auntie, I will avenge you today." Chan crumpled the newspaper into a ball.

At 9:55 a.m., Lu Rongting, president of the Guangzhou Military Government, drove his special car in front of the yamen, and the guards standing on the side steps of the car door were wearing shorts and leggings.

Chen Zikun stood on the teahouse and saw clearly from a high vantage point that it was Lu Rongting sitting in the back seat of the car.

The enemy was very red when he saw each other, Chen Zikun pulled out his gun and shot angrily, the first shot hit the rear window, followed by the second, third, and fourth shots, and the people below turned on their backs, making a mess, and the guards shouted: "Protect the handsome!" "While shooting everywhere in a mess, the car was surrounded.

Soon, someone found Chen Zikun who shot at the teahouse, and suddenly the muzzle of the gun turned here, and there was a burst of gunfire, and the tea guests were frightened, and they lay on the floor and did not dare to move.

A group of soldiers rushed into the teahouse, Chen Zikun raised his gun to knock down the front few, and then wanted to shoot, the bullets were gone, he lifted a table and threw it down from the staircase, and the soldiers who smashed it staggered, and then jumped down from the second floor, not running away, but rushing straight to Lu Rongting!

There were only four guards next to the car, and when they saw the assassin coming menacingly, they hurriedly shot at him, Chen Zikun flipped his wrist, his palm was thundering, and he slammed four shots, and the guards fell down in response, rushed to the front, held the gun in one hand, and slammed the car door with the other.

Inside the car lay a burly bald old man, in a strange posture, with his eyes closed, as if he had died of exhaustion.

Chen Zikun was afraid that he would not be able to die, so he raised his gun and aimed at the old man's head and was about to hold the fire, when suddenly the old man's toes kicked out like lightning, hitting his wrist, and the palm thunder came out of his hand.

Immediately after that, the old man pounced over, his movements were fast, as if he was a practitioner, Chen Zikun was caught off guard, and was beaten back again and again by him, at this time the guards had already turned around, and aimed at Chen Zikun with their guns.

"Don't shoot!" The old man roared like thunder.

The guards immediately stopped, but their guns were still pointed at the Assassin.

Chen Zikun's injuries were not yet good, coupled with the fatigue of the boat and car, the mood was depressed, he was not used to eating Cantonese food, and his combat effectiveness was not as good as the forty percent of the peak period, under the strong attack of the old man, he was defeated and retreated, and finally was knocked to the ground without paying attention.

The old man stepped on Chen Zikun's chest, looked up to the sky and laughed, full of pride.