Mu Sanshou's face suddenly sank again, and he said coldly: "The Qing Dynasty is dead, where is the slave? Li Desheng, do you still think you are a father-in-law?"

This white and chubby middle-aged man used to be a eunuch in the palace, after the fall of the Manchu Dynasty, a part of the eunuchs were left in the palace, and most of the eunuchs were dismissed from the palace to fend for themselves, Li Desheng was one of them, Li Desheng said with a bitter face: "No matter when, in front of the third master, the little one is a slave." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Mu Sanshou waved his hand a little bored: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have a fart, I still have something!"

"Third master, the small one was stolen in the City God Temple. ”

"Call the police! The patrol efficiency of the French Concession is quite acceptable. ”

"The money is still second, and the little one lost the token that the prince entrusted me to Gege before his death. ”

Mu Sanshou slowly turned his head, his eyes were like two sharp swords, and Li Desheng's heart was cold, and he hung his head timidly.

"Why haven't I heard you say that in the past?"

"Because it's not a big deal, so the slave forgot about it for a while, and just now I learned that Gege came back from France, so I was in a hurry to see it, but I didn't expect to meet a liar in the City God Temple halfway, and the slave was designed without noticing for a while......"

Mu Sanshou pointed to Li Desheng's right hand and motioned for him to raise his hand.

As soon as Li Desheng raised his hand, Mu Sanshou buckled the hot white copper smoke pot on his palm, causing Li Desheng's white fat face to be distorted and deformed, and cold sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead fell, but he was afraid of Mu Sanshou's might but did not dare to make a sound, his palm was cramping with pain, and he did not dare to dodge.

It wasn't until he smelled the pungent smell of burnt smell that Mu Sanshou extinguished the smoke pot, slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and stretched out the two fingers of his right hand that were smoky and charred: "Two things, one, never mention her identity, two, get out of Huangpu, roll me as far as you want, don't let me see you again!"

The night rain is dashing, and the former prosperous French Concession is also a little deserted because of this unexpected autumn rain, but there is still a place where the lights are still green, here is the Blue Mill opened by the French businessman Belmondo, although this song and dance hall has only been open for half a year, but it has successfully attracted the attention of celebrities from all walks of life in the French Concession, and almost every day there are dignitaries and dignitaries who come here for entertainment. Half a month ago, Ye Qinghong, a singer who returned from studying abroad in France, came here to stay, and her beautiful singing voice and wonderful dancing quickly attracted countless upper-class figures in the French Concession. It stands to reason that no matter how good a singing and dancing rookie is, it is impossible for her to become famous in Huangpu in just half a month, but she has a strong backstage support behind her.

Mu Sanshou almost took over the entire Huangpu influential newspaper, and carried out propaganda on the front page every day, under such an intensive propaganda offensive, Ye Qinghong's name quickly became known, and her popularity speed can be described as a comet-like rise. The extraordinary beauty attracts many admirers, and naturally attracts many careerists who want to kiss Fangze, or even take it for themselves, but most of them just have such ideas, and no one dares to put them into practice, unless they don't want to mix in the French Concession, or they are tired of living crookedly.

At half past nine o'clock in the evening, two rickshaws stopped in front of the Blue Mill Gate, and the first to get off the car was Luo Lie, who was wearing a black suit, wearing a civilized hat, and a black windbreaker, with a tall and graceful figure, followed by the blind An Zhai, wearing a camel-colored suit, but the suit did not fit, the buttons of the placket could not be buttoned, and the abrupt belly was exposed, which was particularly eye-catching.

Although it was night, the blind man still wore sunglasses, this was not for pretense, at night, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he could clearly see the scene in the dark night, but there was also a disadvantage, he was afraid of the stimulation of strong light, God will inevitably close a window when he opens a door for you, and there is no perfect thing in this world.

Luo Hunt lit a cigarette, the blind man took out the copper plate to pay the fare, and saw that one of the coachmen still stretched out his hand to himself after receiving the copper plate, and the blind man said fiercely: "What are you doing?

"Sir, pulling you one equals two others......"

"Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you!" the blind man raised his fist and stared at a pair of small eyes. Money is still secondary, making fun of your own weight is unbearable.

Luo Lie had already found a few copper plates and handed them to the coachman, and walked towards the gate with the blind man in his hand.

The blind man was still indignant: "Lao Tzu hates these dogs the most about looking at people fat." This word is his processing improvement.

Luo Lie stuffed the half-smoked cigarette into his mouth, and the blind man took a puff, and immediately remembered something, and spit it out. The cigarette butt arced in the night sky and then catapulted with unmistakable accuracy on the body of a young officer.

The young officer, dressed in a yellow-green military uniform with a woolen coat of the same color, polished black high-waisted leather boots, and black lambskin gloves, his tall and heroic figure was tightly wrapped, and even his pale and cold face was shrouded in the shadow of a hard-shelled large-brimmed hat, and he was stunned for a moment, and his steps stopped, and he looked down at the soot-stained part of his chest, and frowned with some disgust.

The blind man reacted immediately, walked over with a smile on his face, and reached out to help the young officer pat the cigarette ash on his body: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to ......" As soon as his hand touched the young officer's body, he was pushed out by the other party against his chest and extremely roughly.

The blind man was obviously annoyed, and pointed at the young officer with a big face: "What do you mean?"

Luo Lie pulled down his arm and smiled apologetically at the young officer: "I'm sorry, my brother drank too much." ”

The young officer glanced at Luo Lie coldly, did not speak, and strode into the door of the Blue Mill.

When his back disappeared, the blind man said indignantly: "What the hell? Damn! A little major dares to put on a score?"

Luo Lie couldn't help but slap him on the head, the blind man was afraid that he would mess up his head, so he quickly combed his hair with his hand, and then winked at Luo Lie extremely proudly, Luo Lie had already guessed what he had done, and said in a low voice: "Don't forget the main purpose of our coming." ”

Entering the Blue Mill, he sat down in a relatively secluded corner, and after ordering a drink, the blind man leaned forward and whispered, "That boy has two handfuls of tappers on him." "A masturbation is a pistol, and they're used to communicating in this way.

Luo Hunting found the position of the young officer out of the corner of his eyes, sat in the northwest corner, and chose a place that was not easy to attract attention like them, sitting there alone, taking off his coat and taking off his military cap, the dim light reflected a cold and indifferent face, sharp and angular, and did not smile. The gloves were put together and neatly placed on the left side of the small round table, and a small half glass of red wine was poured into the crystal glass in front of him, which had not moved at all so far.

The blind man cut disdainfully, and took out from his pocket the trophy he had just made, an officer's card, on which was written the number and rank of the unit, which he had just brought from the body of a young officer, and although the blind man was fat and bloated, he had a pair of fat hands with great dexterity.

Luo Lie frowned, he was really helpless about the old habit of plucking the feathers of the blind goose.

The blind man grinned: "Lu Weilin, a little major in the Feng department." ”

Luo Lie reminded him: "People from the military, you'd better not provoke. ”

The blind man shook his head: "The military, a big little official, this is Huangpu, don't say it's him, even if they oversee the army and come over, they have to walk with their heads down under the eaves of the French Concession, and they can't look at the faces of foreigners in everything." Speaking of this, he couldn't help but be a little excited: "When will it be our turn to be in charge of these foreigners in China?"

Luo Lie picked up the wine glass, swayed the red wine in the glass, and said softly: "You don't understand national affairs, and it's not your turn to worry about it." ”

"The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband!" the blind man became more and more agitated the more he spoke.

At this time, a French man in a black tuxedo appeared on the stage, he first muttered in French, and then said loudly in an exaggerated and weird tone: "Next, please invite our beautiful Sophie, a delicate flower from Europa France, and the brightest star tonight - Ye Qinghong!"

The scene was thunderous, and the blind man couldn't help but take off his sunglasses and stared at the stage intently, looking forward to Ye Qinghong's appearance.

Although Luo Lie is one year younger than the blind man, he is thoughtful, has an outstanding view of the overall situation, is vigilant, and can keep a clear head in any environment, these advantages are the reasons why he can convince the blind man, when everyone at the scene paid attention to the stage and looked forward to Ye Qinghong's appearance, Luo Lie noticed that a group of people came in from outside the door.

In the center of the crowd, two people walked in side by side, walking on the right is Mu Sanye, and the other is wearing a military uniform, short and fat, with a cigar in his mouth all the time, it is Ren Zhongchang, the overseer of northern Jiangxi. When they entered the door, it was when Ye Qinghong appeared on the stage, and everyone's attention was focused on the stage, but they ignored these two important figures. Although Ren Zhongchang is strong in northern Jiangxi, he is not known to the public in Huangpu, this time he came to Huangpu to seek military sponsorship, and also wanted to ask to meet the French consul. If no one is introduced, the French consul is not interested in meeting a local warlord like him, so he thought of Mu Sanshou, who had business dealings, everyone knows that Mu Sanshou is in the French Concession, and he was recently elected as the only Chinese director of the Public Board of Directors, so naturally he became the first choice to contact the upper echelons of Huangpu, and Mu Sanshou did not disappoint him, and within a week after his arrival in Huangpu, he had arranged for him to meet with three directors of the Public Board of Directors, and the meeting with the French consul was also scheduled two days later.