There are more than 40 windows around the hall, and some of the windows in front and on the right reflect the situation of the casino, while the windows on the left are the scene of wind and snow, and the scene of mandarin ducks. 2.

"They want what they want, I want what I want, that's all. Yue Buqun explained.

This high-sounding explanation could not conceal his true purpose, and the snooping was only for sensual pleasure, and what he wanted was perhaps the various handles of these guests.

People have Achilles' heels, and when they are alone, their whole body relaxes, and all kinds of weaknesses are expressed. What Yue Buqun wants is this kind of moment.

I have read some similar cases in the media, first grasp the handle, and then threaten, this kind of game of "putting a long line to catch a big fish" is very deadly, and many superficially "decent" people are stuck in this kind of trap and cannot extricate themselves.

"Why don't you let Prime Minister Lu go?" asked Lian Chengbi softly.

Lu Fengxian is a member of the Qin Wanghui, and his gaffe is also a shame for the Qin Wanghui.

"Give me a reason? Do you know how much money he took from me in the past three years? a whole 35 million yuan. I'm not a philanthropist, so I can't give him free for a long time, right? Miss Lian wants me to let him go, what good can I get?" Yue Buqun asked.

Lian Chengbi's expression gradually became serious: "Mr. Yue, I don't have any benefits for you, but, if such a thing happened to Prime Minister Lu Cheng, it should be up to us to clean up the portal, instead of letting him mess around here and ruin the reputation of the Qin King Society." ”

Yue Buqun smiled faintly and pointed out the window: "Miss Lian, if you walk in at this time, can you be sure to take Mr. Lu away?"

Lian Chengbi gritted his teeth and replied loudly, "Yes." ”

Yue Buqun nodded: "Okay, I'll give you an hour." Within an hour, if you can take Mr. Lu away, then what he owes me will be written off, how about it? On the contrary, if you can't take him away, you can stay, and be a slave in Tsing Yi in my clubhouse, how about it?"

Outside the window, several girls in cyan waiter uniforms shuttle between the gaming tables, serving tea and water to customers. They should be the "Tsing Yi slaves" that Yue Buqun said, maybe they all owe Yue Buqun's debts, so they will succumb here.

When a servant in Tsing Yi walked past Lu Fengxian, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl by the waist, and hugged him to his knees.

The girl didn't struggle to resist, but this change startled Lian Chengbi a lot, and she subconsciously took a step back.

In that case, Lu Fengxian's actions do not need to be repeated, it must be extremely obscene.

Lian Chengbi's face changed, and Yue Buqun laughed.

"Mr. Yue, this bet can't be beaten, I'll give it up for Miss Lian. I said.

"What's the matter? Miss Lian wants to stand up for King Qin, is it a good thing? Even if Miss Lian loses, I may not really want her to be a slave in Tsing Yi. In my clubhouse, there are actually a lot of interesting places, and there are many vacant positions, waiting for Miss Lian to choose ......" Yue Buqun laughed.

It dawned on me that his time had come.

He insulted Lian Chengbi, and he should have fallen to the ground on the scene and apologized for his crime with death. However, I didn't move on my face, I just laughed with him.

"Miss Lian, you can give it a try, but I must remind you that only by losing everything will Lu Fengxian be able to leave that roulette table. It is the nature of men to gamble and prostitute, which you women cannot understand. Yue Buqun said.

I nodded thoughtfully, looking out the window, but out of the corner of my eye, I kept glancing at Yue Buqun's cervical artery.

"Mr. Yue, we still have some things that we can exchange with you. As for Lu Fengxian, it doesn't matter if he leaves now or tomorrow. Anyway, we brought him back just to cover up our shame. I said.

"What is it? Do you think I'll be interested?" asked Yue Buqun.

I'm talking about the Western mural in the secret room.

I don't care if it's worth the money or not, but its existence is a huge mystery. I suspect that the strange process of turning a living person into human skin has something to do with this mural.

"Of course, I dare say so, and I'm sure you'll be interested—to put it simply, it's a Western mural with a hundred and eight people on the left and a dragon-like monster with a shortened body on the right. It is an antiquity hidden underground, and the value it contains is immeasurable. If you agree, the mural belongs to you, and Lu Fengxian belongs to us. I said slowly.

The mural is still in that secret room, and if Lian Chengbi and I don't know the problem, Yue Buqun may not succeed.

"That strange Western mural?" he muttered to himself, reaching under the armrest on the right side of his wheelchair, pulling out a tiny tablet from a hidden pocket, tapping it a few times, and holding it up to show me.

On the screen, it was the strange mural.

"Is it it? are you sure?" he asked.

The text next to the picture is all in crooked Russian, I don't know a single character, the only thing I can understand is a price tag at the bottom of the picture, which uses dollar signs, and the values are filled in with Arabic numerals, one of which is a "one", followed by eight zeros.

I nodded: "Exactly. ”

"Mr. Xia, you always surprise me. If you have this painting in your hand, all the accounts will be written off, and I will give you another large sum of money as a bonus. Yue Buqun said.

I don't doubt Yue Buqun's words, he is like Hai Dongqing, he is strategic, far-sighted, and his analysis of things is 10,000 times higher than that of ordinary people.

It's just that knowing that the mural is in the tunnel, he may not be able to take it out.

"This is a very meaningful painting, a fusion of Western painting techniques and Chinese philosophical ideas, and anyone who sees it for the first time will be impressed by the deep meaning contained in it, and will go crazy to explore the meaning that the author wants to express. Yue Buqun held the tablet high and stared intently at the painting.

Lian Chengbi was a little distracted, his eyes sometimes turned to the gambling hall outside the window, and sometimes to me.

I know her heart is in turmoil.

Her heart was disturbed, not only because of Lu Fengxian's shameless ugliness in the gambling hall, but also because of the "psychological" hints that Yue Buqun made in this peeping room.

To give a simple example, the decorations in ancient casinos and brothels were so subtle that as soon as those well-educated talents, honest scholars, and honest peasants stepped in, they would be fascinated by wine and money, and would never leave without pouring out their pockets.

"Arrangement" is one of the thaumaturgy, casinos and brothels are like a maze of sex and gambling, first captivating people and then emptying their pockets.

I'm here, and even Chengbi will be fine, because from beginning to end, my attention is on Yue Buqun, and I haven't been confused at all.

"Brother Xia, are you sure you can give me this painting?" asked Yue Buqun.

I smiled: "If Mr. Yue is thirsty, I am willing to give it a try." ”

Yue Buqun's eyes moved away from the screen and stared at me: "What do you want?" I just talked about money, you don't care at all, why?"

I gazed at his face, and I looked at the surface all the way to the depths of his mind, heart, and thoughts.

"There are no prophets in the world, and if anyone thinks that a prophet is superior, it is because he has already knelt down—" I told myself faintly in my heart.

The reason why Yue Buqun has become a distribution center for news in the rivers and lakes is because he is backed by the most advanced "big data", and through the repeated analysis and deduction of computer programs, he has "calculated" the trend of many major events to produce accurate results.

He was not a prophet, but just a thaumaturgist who was good at computer calculations.

If I ask him for a plan, I first have to give him the information in my head, and then I have to accept his "calculation."

In this case, if I give him "ten", he may only give back "one", which is an unequal exchange of information. On the surface, he answered my questions, but in fact he got a lot out of me, and he became a pixel of "big data".

"I don't want anything, since everything ends up in the void, what difference is there between knowing and not knowing?" I said.

Yue Buqun was a little strange: "Brother Xia, but when I saw you, there were a lot of question marks clearly written on your face. Why? You figured out all these question marks yourself?"

I shook my head: "It's not that I figured it out, it's because I'm tired and no longer want to trace the roots." ”

"Give me the painting, whatever you want, as long as I have it, I can give it to you. Yue Buqun was a little nervous.

Most of the people who came to Sakura Villa were asked for him. Therefore, he is on high above him, like a prophet who guides the maze. I don't ask him, I don't want to be strong, and in turn, he can't control me, so he can only look at my face.

I thought about it and smiled faintly: "Mr. Yue, thank you for your kindness, then I'll ask a question, otherwise, others will laugh at me for entering Baoshan and return empty-handed." ”

Yue Buqun nodded: "Please, despite me, I must know everything, and I will say everything." ”

I asked, "What did the Japanese do in Jinan during World War II?"

"What, what?" was a question that surprised him, so he didn't react and subconsciously asked rhetorically.

This question attracted Lian Chengbi's attention, and he turned to look at me with a wry smile of confusion on his face.

"This ...... Brother Xia, I can copy a copy of the computer data to you, which contains the war records recorded according to the year, month and day of the Gregorian calendar, from the first day when the Japanese army entered Jinan Xiguan until the last day when the emperor announced his surrender and the army withdrew from Jinan. Yue Buqun said.

I shook my head: "I don't want that kind of official document, I just want to ask Mr. Yue to tell me what the Japanese want to do, what they have done, what they have not done, and what the Japanese still want to do in Jinan today?"

When I described my problem in this way, the shadows of Sang Qinghong, Ming Qianying, Shi Zhou** and others resurfaced in my mind.

"There must have been something that was always touching the nerves of the Japanese, so they rushed one after another to continue the unfinished business of World War II. "That's my judgment.

The Japanese live in the middle of the ocean, love sea fish and hate 6 wars, but they still do not hesitate to go west, do not hesitate to kill the men of the whole country, but also to seize the big 6 territory, completely abandon the nest, there must be a very strange puzzle hidden in this.

Biologically, the origin of species and the evolution of animals follow the law of "from marine life to 6 life", and marine fish come ashore and evolve into the most primitive creatures. I suspect that some of the Japanese philosophies follow such a theory of biological evolution.

We can think of the Japanese as marine creatures, and their persistence in moving towards the Big 6 is an internal drive for "evolution".

In this case, it is of great significance to study what the Japanese did in the city of Jinan.

"Your question is interesting. Yue Buqun put away the tablet, and his expression gradually became cold.

"Yes, Mr. Yue, please. "I am not humble or arrogant.

Knowing his needs, we are already on an equal footing and can talk about issues as equals.

Yue Buqun frowned: "This is a good question, but the answer is too broad to explain in one or two sentences, or it is not suitable for research on this occasion." Otherwise, Miss Lian would think that we are too boring, and she would suddenly study historical issues. Brother Xia, let's put it briefly, if you can paint it for me, you will be a guest of the Sakura Villa, and I will do my best to help if you have any needs in the future. ”

He wanted to end the conversation, but I already had a glimpse of his weaknesses, so how could he give up so easily?

"Mr. Yue, I remember that although the painting was a Western mural, many of the details were borrowed from the Japanese 'ukiyo-e' technique. In addition, there are very few examples of many figures in Western murals, and even in religious murals depicting the world of gods, the number of people on the scene is extremely limited. On the contrary, in the ancient murals of Japan and China, there are often works by hundreds or thousands of people. I was thinking that this painting must have been painted by some Western artist for an Oriental or even a Japanese. You think so much about this painting, are you doing something for the Japanese?"

Actually, when I saw the cherry blossoms outside and the stone plaque of "Sakura Villa", I vaguely thought about this question.

The Japanese Yamato nation is the most "polite" nation on the surface, and their belief in "chrysanthemums and knives" embodies the good and bad sides of "smiling like a flower" and "drawing a knife in anger".

Yue Buqun was gentle and polite on the surface, humble and tranquil, and he was also a disabled person, so he was born to be pitiful and submissive, and he couldn't bear to refuse some of his requests, and helped him as much as he could. However, when he killed Miao Suzhen, that kind of vigorous thunderbolt lightning method made the first-class executioners of the current generation embarrassed.

Changing faces is also a kind of thaumaturgy.

A person's face will only change when his heart changes. Therefore, Yue Buqun has the "technique of changing the heart in an instant", a heart is sometimes soft and vivid, Bubu beats, sometimes cold and hard as ice, cruel and ruthless.

He is not like the Chinese, but more like the Japanese.

"How is that possible?hahaha......" Yue Buqun laughed.

I laughed too, taking those words as a joke.

Yue Buqun waved his hand: "Okay, let's save time and talk about some serious things." Brother Xia, when you mentioned that painting, there must be a way to get it. I'll tell you the truth, it's very important to me, and I'm going to find it, no matter what the cost. ”

If he was secretive, I would have acted well, but when he expressed his thoughts directly, everything became so simple that I could not go around in circles.

"Let's see the opportunity, if I can get it, I will definitely contact Mr. Yue as soon as possible. I said.

Yue Buqun smiled slyly: "Brother Xia, don't play Tai Chi, your eyes have betrayed your heart." ”

He's deceiving me, and usually a wise man would use such a method when he has no other good way.

"Mr. Yue, I have already agreed to your request. I said, "Don't doubt me anymore." ”

"Hahahaha, Brother Xia, I'm just joking with you. Yue Buqun smiled.