In just a few minutes, only the ballroom manager, waiters, and backup dancers were left in the ballroom, and then there were the two sides of the matter, seven or eight ruffians watching the scene. Han Lin pointed to the seats at the entrance of the dance hall, and those who were qualified to negotiate all went to the table and sat down.

"Tell me, how much do you want?" Han Lin asked.

"You're happy, I'm happy, don't kill you, fifty thousand!" Said the ballroom manager.

This number sounds amazing, he dares to ask for 50,000 fiat currency when he closes the door at night, but he really doesn't tell nonsense, it is the golden age of the dance hall, and a well-known dance hall like the Black Cat Dance Hall has at least 50,000 to 100,000 fiat dollars per day.

But what he asked for was also a bit ruthless, 50,000 yuan said that the entire dance hall was the general account of the turnover from 1 pm to 12 pm, not pure profit.

Han Lin changed a cheque book, this time from the Bank of China, and after writing it, he tore off one and handed it to the ballroom manager, he just said that if the other party dared to ask for it, he would dare to give it.

But when the dancehall manager saw the signature on the check, he was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he didn't blink his eyes when he wrote a check for 50,000 yuan in Shanghai, and the only person who was still called Han Lin was the owner of the Yinglin Club.

"Boss Han, forgive me for being clumsy, I didn't recognize you, how dare we take your money, I didn't say what I said just now!" The dance hall manager's forehead was sweating, and he handed the check to Han Lin with both hands.

The members of the Yinglin Club are either people from diplomatic missions in Shanghai from various countries, or wealthy businessmen and celebrities in Shanghai, and there is no need to think about what kind of energy Han Lin will have as the boss.

"The cheques I write are not so easy to get back! Are these people watching the scene Boss Du or Boss Zhang's people? Han Lin turned his head to look at a group of hooligan ruffians.

"We are Boss Du's people!" The little head said hurriedly.

He also saw that the identity of the person was extraordinary, and he could make the dancehall manager scared like this, I was afraid that this time he was going to get into trouble.

"There are rules for watching the scene, disputes between guests, but you intervene in favoring one side and beating people, this is a bad behavior, I am Han Lin of the Yinglin Club, go, you call Boss Du, if you have a grudge, I don't want him to give me an explanation!" Han Lin said.

Boss Du is not afraid of him, and he is not afraid of Boss Du, in the final analysis, the other party is just a ruffian hooligan who is eager to wash his name, this matter is the gang's first bad rules, and Han Lin is not worried about Du Yuesheng's rebound.

The people around him seemed to have a toothache, and they all gasped, no wonder such a style of action turned out to be the big boss of the Yinglin Club.

"What about the troublemakers, stand up for me and see where it is sacred!" Han Lin said lightly.

"It's Director Qin of the Shanghai Nitrate Mine Administration!" The ballroom manager said hurriedly.

"Nitrate Authority? I thought it was the Social Bureau or the Police Bureau, just a little sesame official with a big fart, and the eight kings of Suzhou Creek are not as many as you! Ding Mocun was suddenly angry, pulling the muscles of his face, grinning in pain.

During the period of the Republic of China, Shanghai was a city under the jurisdiction of the Yuan, that is, a city directly under the jurisdiction of the Executive Yuan, and its status was particularly special, it was the leader of the industry, commerce and finance in the whole of China, the largest international city in the Far East, and the directors of the municipal government bureaus were basically equivalent to the directors of the provincial departments.

However, there are also differences between the bureaus, such as the police bureau and the social bureau, which belong to the eight major bureaus that are the basic constituent units, and their status is very high, and the status of departments such as the Nitrate Mine Management Bureau is far from the same, and in the eyes of the spies of the first and third departments of the Coordination and Control Bureau, they are not in the stream at all.

"I'm Qin Litong, who are you?" A middle-aged man stood up and said.

"Mixed with government departments, this time it can be regarded as beating my mother's family." Han Lin said with a smile.

"This is Director Ding, the secretary of Minister Chen of the Central Party Department, why, do you still have the courage to find the theory of the Central Party Department?" Li Shiqun walked up to him with a sneer and said in a low voice.

He took out the documents that concealed his and Tang Huimin's identities at the municipal party headquarters in Shanghai as proof, and both of them held positions in the investigation office of the municipal party department.

The secret service is a secret department, and his and Tang Huimin's positions in the secret service headquarters cannot be said casually on such an occasion, they can only carry Ding Mocun out to scare people.

Strictly speaking, he confuses the concept, Ding Mocun is the secretary and director of the Major General of the Survey and Statistics Bureau, but the name of the Central Party Department is enough to deal with government officials.

Even so, Li Shiqun did not dare to report his home loudly, after all, Jiang Weizuo was vigorously engaged in the New Life Movement, and civil servants and soldiers were not allowed to enter and leave entertainment venues, although it did not play any role, and it was somewhat troublesome for this matter to spread.

In fact, Chen Lifu is no longer the head of the organization, but when it comes to Minister Chen of the Central Party Department, everyone knows that it is Chen Lifu, and the position of the head of the secretariat alone can scare this little director to death.

When the middle-aged man heard Li Shiqun's words and saw the documents of the two of them, his face suddenly turned snow-white, and he was a little frightened.

Unexpectedly, he worked hard for half his life, but he offended Minister Chen's secretary general, and I am afraid that he will no longer have any hope of climbing up in the rest of his life.

"Mr. Han, just now Boss Du said that since we made mistakes first, your words are his words." The little leader who watched the scene walked over dejectedly and said.

"Brother Mocun, what do you mean?" Han Lin asked.

"Since it's Boss Du's subordinates, apologize to us, forget about this matter!" Ding Mocun was also a little stunned when he heard Du Yuesheng's name, he couldn't afford to provoke the Youth Gang at all.

Han Lin can force the other party to dispose of it, and it is also to earn them a big field, without Han Lin, Du Yuesheng doesn't care about them at all.

"You guys, follow me out!" Li Shiqun did not agree.

The spy in the first place of the dignified place, and Han Lin's support to find a venue, what about Boss Du, he was beaten, and he apologized to end it?

A group of thugs could only follow Li Shiqun and Tang Huimin out of the dance hall.

"Since Miss Wang Qi is the backup dancer of the Black Cat Dance Hall, why are you blocking the invitation of others? What's the argument in this? Han Lin asked.

"It's not a secret, I plan to marry Wang Qian as my wife, she also verbally agreed, and she is ready to get married next month. The director surnamed Qin said.

The career of a dancer is very short, it is completely a meal of youth, and being able to marry a dignitary as a wife, or even a little wife, is the best choice for many dancers to leave this industry.

But Han Lin remembered that Wang Qian's two husbands were traitors, the first one was a traitor after the fall of Shanghai, it should be this Qin Litong, Wang Qian said when he divorced him, what is the big deal about a traitor, she wants to marry a bigger traitor, and the second is married to the big traitor Pan San Province.

"Okay, I'm going to invite Miss Wang Qi out tonight, do you want to stop me?" Ding Mocun looked at Wang Qian, and his eyes were about to glow green.

(End of chapter)