Chapter Twenty-Eight: Bai Murong of the Salvation Association

The first thing you need to do when you arrive in Xinjing is to find a place to stay. Fu Chen walked out of the station with a suitcase in his hand, stood in the square outside the station, casually beckoned a rickshaw driver who had been waiting for a long time, gave a casual order, and got on the train.

"Go to the Jilin Grand Theater."

According to his character, he originally didn't want to use this kind of feudal transportation. In the words of the textbook, every step of the rickshaw driver's struggle to pull the cart embodies oppression, exploitation and inequality, and imprisons the souls of the toiling masses. They are not pulling customers, but three mountains that make people unable to breathe and live.

It's a pity that he wants to drive a car, but he doesn't have a car for him, and the reality is so helpless. Even though there is a tram outside the station, unfortunately there are no more trains at this time.

"Little brother, do you know where there are big mansions for sale, or for rent?" After getting into the car, Fu Chen asked casually.

"Sir, what kind of house do you need?" As he ran, the rickshaw driver said.

The little brother did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically, obviously not a person who is only willing and has no opinions, on the contrary, he is very smart.

Fu Chen smiled dumbly, this little brother doesn't look very old, but he has a clear mind, and he really can't be underestimated. He smiled, dismissive, and said slowly: "The house should be bigger, the quality should be good, the safety should be good, I like to be quiet, I don't like to be too noisy." Finally, stay away from the barracks. ”

Why stay a little further from the barracks? It goes without saying that the most important thing in Xinjing that cannot be ignored is the military camp of the Kwantung Army.

"Sir, I know a manager who knows where to find a house like this. You can meet him first, he's in the provincial theater, do you want to go over now? ”

"Okay, just take me to the Provincial Theater." It turned out that at this time in Xinjing, there were already real estate agents.

Xinjing City refers to the planning of Paris, and the whole city is radioactive, with Datong Square as the central point. Fu Chen just got off the Nanxinjing Yikuanchengzi Station, which is located in the western suburbs of Xinjing City. The provincial theater that is rushing to it now is the Jilin Grand Theater, the exclusive theater of Fang Die, the first actress of Manchuria.

"Fang Die?" He chewed on the name, not knowing if he would meet her on this trip.

The rickshaw went to the Grand Theater, walked along the main road of Shuntian Street, and passed No. 2 Shuntian Street, where Fu Chen saw the building of the State Council of the puppet Manchukuo, standing in the midst of lights and night, surrounded by dense woods, surrounded by policemen standing on guard.

In front of the building, there is a statue of unknown who.

The rickshaw arrived at the Provincial Theater, Fu Chen got out of the car, handed the fare to the little brother, and gave a little extra tip, and the cost of consulting the house. Seeing that the little brother didn't count, he stuffed a few banknotes back into his pocket, and he smiled and quipped: "I didn't give less!" ”

Before coming to Xinjing, he exchanged some banknotes, of course, not in real time and space.

Although the ocean is a hard currency, now in the northeast, the puppet central bank of Manchukuo has already been established, and the national and Japanese yen, as well as North Korean bank bills, are legal currencies here. All other items are illegal, and even gold cannot be circulated in the market and traded directly.

"Sir is generous, thank you!" The little brother had an unconcealed smile on his face, and continued: "That manager's name is Chang Zheng, mention his name after you go in, and the waiter will bring him a message, he is a celebrity here." ”

Fu Chen nodded, carrying a suitcase and preparing to enter the theater. At first glance, it is not full, but it is definitely lively enough.

The theater is not a song and dance hall, not a movie theater, and not like the "Paramount" and "Metropolis" in Shanghai, this Jilin Grand Theater is obviously an opera house, and directly opposite the entrance is a big stage. There were people singing on stage, and there were seven or eight dancers dancing alongside.

The person on the stage is not the big movie star Fang Die.

Also, Fang Die is a movie star, how can she stand on the stage and dance like a singer and a dancer or even a courtesan, it is too uncompelling. Fang Die only appeared on the screen, followed by the social occasions of the powerful and rich celebrities in Xinjing. Big movie stars occasionally come out to make guest appearances, but today, it's clear that he's not there.

Fu Chen came for Fang Die, but unfortunately the person was not there. He was going to go up to the second floor under the guidance of the waiter, find a seat and sit down, and wait for the manager Chang Zheng.

At this moment, the suitcase he was carrying was suddenly bumped into by someone. Under the collision, the suitcase did not fall off, and his hand fell, but the pace of walking was affected, and he immediately stopped. As soon as he turned around, a man in his forties immediately nodded at him and apologized.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, I bumped into it, I'm sorry. ”

"Forget it, it's nothing." Fu Chen smiled faintly and waved his hand to signal that it was not in the way. Neither of them intended to pursue it, they were not arrogant and domineering people, a little friction, and it was not even a friction. The man smiled apologetically, and when he saw this, he prepared to leave.

At this moment, Fu Chen's mind flashed, and a face emerged from his mind, coinciding with the figure of the man in front of him. His eyes widened as he stared at the face in a daze.

"Bai Murong?" Fu Chen didn't expect to meet him in the theater, it was really a rare encounter in life.

The surprise he was given at this moment was no less than meeting Fang Die here, but who would have thought that Fang Die didn't meet it, and he would cleverly meet Bai Murong. Bai Murong, one of the supporting roles in "The Great Gold Robbery", only appeared in the whole play for more than seven minutes, and it can even be said to be a trick.

But this is the person who is the key person who leads to the gold.

Since Bai Murong has not been captured by Konosuke Toriyama in the theater and imprisoned in the gendarmerie prison, can it be considered that the gold is still in Fushun and is still on its way to the Shinkyo Yamato Bank. The connector played by Huang Bo is not dead, and the news of gold has not been known by Fang Die.

He arrived in Xinjing at just the right time, and the plot has not yet begun.

Fu Chen thought a lot for a moment, but the forty-year-old man opposite, that is, Bai Murong, who had made a cameo appearance in Sun Chun's friendship, held the cat in his arms, stopped the steps he was about to take, and immediately stopped. He felt that something was wrong, and the eyes of the man in front of him widened as if he knew himself.

Could it be that his face is famous? Or did this person see him on some occasion?

He had a doubt in his heart, stared at the young man in front of him, looked up and down carefully, and searched carefully in his mind, but he didn't find the figure of the other party, and there was no information.

"Sir, do you know me?" Bai Murong hugged the tanuki cat, secretly on guard, and asked rhetorically on the surface. He frowned slightly, his expression was flat, and the lines on his face were neither stiff nor soft, indicating that his personality was not gentle, but not strong either.

To put it bluntly, Bai Murong is the kind of person who eats soft and does not eat hard, and does not take the initiative to make enemies with others, but when others bully him, he will not bow his head cowardly.

Finally, he was an idealist and a patriot, a passionate national savior, and this kind of person was definitely not bad.

Fu Chen glanced at him up and down, left and right, and even walked around this person. When he stood still again, his face was full of disappointment, and that expression made even him believe it. He smiled apologetically and said to Bai Murong, "I'm sorry, I saw the wrong person." I thought it was a friend of mine who looked a lot like you. ”

Seeing that Bai Murong was secretly wary of him, Fu Chen was secretly glad that he didn't call out his name, otherwise it would be over.

"Really? What's your friend's name? Bai Murong was noncommittal, revealing just the right amount of doubt, and asked rhetorically.

"Oh, his name is Sun Chun, he is an actor, from Jinan, but now he is almost sixty years old." Fu Chen decided to tell the truth.

"Sir, you really recognized the wrong person. My name is not Sun Chun, my name is Bai Murong, black and white Bai, Murong of Murong Dragon City. Moreover, I am so young, do you think I look like a sixty-year-old man? Bai Murong carried the cat, spread his hands, and made a joke casually, with the same expression on his face.

To be honest, Bai Murong is really not suitable for joking, his jokes can neither impress others nor himself, this is Fu Chen's deepest impression of him, as well as the tanuki cat in his arms.

"My name is Hu Yidao, nonsense Hu, a knife that is cut in two. A doctor, fortunately! ”

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