Over the years, the head of the Beiyang government, who was in charge of affairs in Beijing, changed like a marquee, and Duan Qirui was temporarily in power for a while, but he resigned after failing to do so; Hu Weide, Yan Huiqing, Du Xilian, and Gu Weijun have worked together for a year and two months; Zhang Zuolin's ass didn't sit firmly. In May 1928, the Northern Expeditionary Army had reached the periphery of Beijing, Zhang Zuolin pondered, just a year ago, the Northern Expeditionary Army led by the Wuhan Nationalist Government and Feng Yuxiang's Nationalist Army fought together, defeated the main force of the Feng army commanded by his beloved son Zhang Xueliang in the Henan Campaign, and the Feng army was forced to withdraw to the north of the Yellow River. However, Zhang Dashuai's luck this time was simply terrible, on the way home, his special train was blown up by a bomb planted by the Japanese Kwantung Army in Huanggutun, and Zhang Dashuai died of anger shortly after being carried home.

Once again, the government in Beijing was leaderless, and political elders came forward to organize an improvised security maintenance meeting, commanding the police and a brigade of the Feng army remaining in the city to maintain order. On June 8, Yan Xishan's general Shang Zhen entered the city from Guang'anmen to serve as the commander of the Beijing-Tianjin garrison, and peacefully took over Beijing. On 15 June, the Nationalist Government solemnly announced that the great cause of reunification between the north and south of China had been successfully accomplished.

Wang Renshan pondered, if there is no war, there will be a good life now. But before he could rejoice, a bolt from the blue followed: the Nationalist Government decided to move the capital to Nanjing, and Beijing was renamed the special city of Beiping. Don't look at the difference between Beijing and Beiping, but for Rong Bao Zhai, this is a big trouble!

These days, the dignitaries and nobles in the city have followed the government to move to Nanjing, and Rong Bao Zhai's customers have lost a lot.

Zhang Naiguang's secretary, an elegant young man Wei Dongxun was anxiously standing on the steps of the gate and kept looking left and right, a truck full of furniture and daily necessities stopped at the gate, the car had started "suddenly, suddenly", and the driver poked out his head: "Secretary Wei, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the consignment!" ”

"Wait."

Song Huairen held a bundle of scrolls in his arms, sat on a foreign car and desperately rushed to Zhang Naiguang's house, he urged the coachman: "Hurry up, I'll pay double the car price......"

Song Huairen finally appeared in Wei Dongxun's field of vision, and he ran over in three steps and two steps: "Song guy, you can count it on." ”

Song Huairen got out of the car and handed the painting over: "It's not dry yet, you can hang it up quickly when you arrive in Nanjing." Song Huairen wiped the sweat from his head, "Councilor Zhang, and the people around him, if you want to paint, you can take a telegram, and we will prepare it for you immediately." ”

"Councilor Zhang is Director Zhang when he arrives in Nanjing, and I am afraid that gifts are indispensable."

"That's a good idea." Song Huairen pointed to a scroll in Wei Dongxun's hand and whispered, "This is filial piety to you, if there is anything good in Nanjing, you have to think about our Rong Bao Zhai." ”

"Mr. Song, don't be so polite, I am a classmate of Zhang Xiaolu, the young owner of Rong Bao Zhai, and I have nothing to say."

"Then you need to take care of it even more!" A smile appeared on Song Huairen's face.

The secretary of the director is a classmate of the young owner's family, which is a coincidence, and fortunately it is just like this, and most of the rest of the customers are boiled ducks - all flying.

Wang Renshan stood at the door of the shop, looking at the sparse passers-by with frowns, Zhao Sanlong walked out: "Manager, there is a call to find you." ”

Wang Renshan turned his head: "Who?" ”

"I didn't hear that."

Wang Renshan turned around and entered the shop, he picked up the phone receiver: "Hey? ”

The other party's voice came from the receiver of the phone: "Manager Wang, I am Zhao Shunzhi from the Ministry of Education." ”

"Mr. Zhao, I'm waiting for your letter!" Wang Renshan looked a little excited.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we calculated the time, and the shipment from Peking to Nanjing is too late, even if it's too late, let's bother you next time." Wang Renshan was about to say something more, and the phone hung up with a "snap".

Wang Renshan's face was gloomy, he came to the table and sat down, smoking with his head down, the guys were cautious, and the atmosphere in the shop was very dull.

Song Huairen walked in, and Wang Renshan raised his head: "Did you catch up?" ”

"I was so busy that I caught up, and I also explained to Secretary Wei, alas, manager, these officials and rich people have all gone to the south, who are we selling our things to?" Song Huairen is also anxious, and now he is Rong Baozhai's big buddy.

"It's useless to be anxious, I've been thinking about it for the past two days, Rong Bao Zhai can't sit here and wait for death, I have to go to Nanjing to see if I can open a branch there." Wang Renshan pondered.

Song Huairen's eyes rolled: "Don't say it, manager, this is a good idea." ”

Wang Renshan talked to Zhang Youlin about his intention to open a branch in Nanjing, Zhang Youlin didn't say anything at the time, and the next night, he invited Wang Renshan and Zhang Xi'er to his home.

Zhang Youlin said: "Renshan, I have carefully considered the matter of opening a branch in Nanjing, I think it is very reasonable, can you talk about something specific?" ”

"Owner, this is obvious, a few days ago I made a long-distance phone call to a friend in Nanjing, and my friend said that since the Nationalist Government moved to Nanjing, Nanjing's market has immediately become active, especially in terms of clothing, food, housing and transportation, which is very prosperous. That's what I think, a government agency is a behemoth, you can do the math, the Military Commission, the Executive Yuan, the Examination Yuan, the National Council for Political Participation...... According to the past, these are all big yamen, and these yamen have to work, right? The office needs pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and the amount of demand will be very large. ”

Zhang Xi'er continued: "The southern paper shop in the south is not as large as our Rong Bao Zhai, at least now there is no store that has the ability to undertake the business of supplying government department stationery supplies alone, which is indeed an opportunity for us Rong Bao Zhai." ”

Wang Renshan pondered: "Since the government can grow legs and run to Nanjing, why can't we grow legs in Rong Bao Zhai?" We follow the government, and we follow the government wherever it goes. ”

"That's it, Renshan took Yunsheng to Nanjing to explore the road first, if possible, rent a place to try to hold a 'Rong Bao Zhai Stationery Supplies Exhibition', the store will send the goods needed from the post office, let's see the market first, if it's not bad, and then add up the matter of opening a branch; Zhang Xi'er will stay in Beiping to take care of the shop, and this side is inseparable from people." Zhang Youlin made a final decision.

Wang Renshan nodded: "Okay, I'll take Yunsheng on a trip, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, I don't believe that I can't stand in Nanjing." "He looked confident.

Wang Renshan is really capable, to Nanjing, he rented a house, advertised, three times two clicks on the contact with the old customers, lively to hold more than ten days of "Rong Bao Zhai stationery supplies exhibition", a great success, and then set up the first branch of Rong Bao Zhai in Nanjing.

Otherwise, how to say that feng shui takes turns, since the national government moved to Nanjing, the business of Rong Bao Zhai Beiping head office has plummeted, but the turnover of the Nanjing branch has been rising, and the momentum is very strong. Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the pattern has changed radically.

Zhang Xi'er was frowning in the north room in the backyard of Rong Bao Zhai and planning to make a plate, Zhang Youlin pushed the door and came in: "Is it calculated?" ”

Zhang Xi'er raised her head: "Owner, the local business is still not optimistic, and the turnover of the Nanjing branch has surpassed that of the Beiping head office." ”

Zhang Youlin's face was happy: "It seems that this move was right, if you are still nesting in the glass factory, Rong Bao Zhai is raising Wang Ba in a can, and the more you raise, the more you draw." ”

Zhang Xi'er poured tea: "Manager Wang's heart is very high, and he plans to set up branches of Rong Bao Zhai in several big cities in the south according to the number of roads in Nanjing. ”

"That's a good thing."

"But......" Zhang Xi'er hesitated a little, "The owner, there is a saying, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Manager Wang didn't plan to give you a job for nothing, I see what he thinks......" Zhang Xi'er shook his head.

Zhang Youlin was stunned for a moment: "What does he think?" ”

Before Zhang Xi'er could answer, apprentice Xu Hai walked in with a stack of order forms: "Manager Zhang, another batch of order orders has come over from Nanjing, asking for a large number of files, envelopes and letterheads, they can't rush out locally, let us send the inventory first, but I calculated, it's not enough for us to send all the inventory." Zhang Xi'er looked at the order form: "Let the post set be printed quickly, if you are too busy, you will temporarily hire a few people to come over to help, and I will discuss with the shopkeeper Chen of Huiyuan Pavilion later, transfer him some goods, and give him a share when the time comes." Zhang Xi'er picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to Xu Hai, "By the way, send Mr. Pu the size of the order, Mr. Pu's six-foot hall is one hundred and twenty yuan, first moisten and then ink, don't forget to bring money when you go." ”

Xu Hai turned around and went out, and Zhang Youlin pondered: "It seems that in the future, the bulk of Rong Bao Zhai's business will depend on the south." ”

"Manager Wang is exactly the right pulse of this vein, the owner, I think about it, this is a dead knot: Rong Bao Zhai does not open a branch in the south, and sits on the ground in the Liuli Factory to dig a pit, which will be a dead end in the future - it is clear that the government departments and rich people have gone to Nanjing and Shanghai, and the business here is becoming more and more depressed; To open a branch, you can't do without a person like Manager Wang who has ideas and can toss, but if this person is too good at tossing......"

Zhang Youlin's eyes looked directly at Zhang Xi'er: "What does Manager Wang mean?" ”

"Ring-" The phone rang, Zhang Xi'er picked up the receiver, it was Wang Renshan calling, he handed the receiver to Zhang Youlin, Zhang Youlin listened to it, his face became gloomy. Putting down the phone, Zhang Youlin didn't say anything more, stood up and left.

A few days later, it was the death day of Zhang Li's family, Zhang Youlin and He Jiabi came to Fayuan Temple according to the custom, incense and bowing to the tablet of their mother enshrined in the main hall, and asked the monks to do things. At the end of the ceremony, Zhang Youlin walked out of the main hall, He Jiabi knelt in front of the Buddha statue and worshiped the Buddha devoutly, with He Jiabi kneeling down every time to kowtow to the Buddha, the monk standing next to him solemnly rang the bell, the bell was melodious, rising in the tall hall, endlessly.

Zhang Youlin stood under the Bodhi tree outside the main hall and meditated, and after a while, He Jiabi came out of the main hall, and the two walked out slowly. He Jiabi asked, "Youlin, have you figured out a way?" ”

Zhang Youlin shook his head: "When I arrived here, my thinking seemed to be stagnant, but my heart calmed down." Hey, did you talk to the old man about asking the Buddha for his blessing? ”

He Jiabi glanced at him: "It's nothing, do you think that worshipping Buddha is to ask Buddha to do things?" Let me tell you, the Buddha doesn't care about this mess. ”

Zhang Youlin was surprised: "Then why are you kneeling and kowtowing to the Buddha?" ”

He Jiabi smiled slightly: "Last time I went to see Master Ming'an, he said that the true meaning of worshipping the Buddha is to calm down a chaotic heart in the process of worshiping the Buddha. Youlin, what do you think of Wang Renshan's request? This incident has caused the two of them to live in peace in the past few days.

Zhang Youlin sighed: "Wang Renshan's meaning is very clear, half of the money earned by the Rongbaozhai branch built in other places in the future will be left in the branch to expand the business and share with the guys, of course, the main thing is that Wang Renshan himself takes the lion's share; The other half is handed over to the head office in Beiping, but the main funds have to be used to continue to select some branches. ”

He Jiabi's eyes widened: "Then what's the matter with the owner?" At present, it is clear that the business of the Nanjing branch is better than that of the Beiping head office, isn't he holding back to do it? We usually treat him well, how could he come up with such an idea? In my opinion, if Wang Renshan doesn't have the same heart with the owner, he will resign. Zhang Youlin stopped: "Why?" He didn't do anything wrong, people are just making suggestions, and we have the right to choose. ”

"What are you going to do?"

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Youlin's brows suddenly relaxed: "What do you think of this idea?" Let Zhang Xier go to Nanjing to exchange Wang Renshan back, Wang Renshan is familiar with the situation in Nanjing, and the business of the Beiping head office will also cooperate with Nanjing to a large extent in the future, and the division of the Nanjing branch will be done according to what Wang Renshan said, after all, he is a meritorious man of the Nanjing branch, which can not be forgotten at any time, but ...... If you want to open another branch, you will have to reconsider. ”

"This is a good idea, Zhang Xier is honest and reliable, with him in Nanjing, the Nanjing branch can still be controlled." He Jiabi had a smile on her face.

"Rong Bao Zhai's branch will continue to open, Rong Bao Zhai's business not only in Beiping, Nanjing, but also in other places!" Zhang Youlin looked confident.

They had already walked out of Fayuan Temple, Zhang Youlin looked back, the solemn Daxiong Treasure Hall was bathed in the warm winter sunshine, and his heart gradually warmed.

These days, Zhang Youlin goes to the shop more often than usual, Zhang Xi'er is gone, Wang Renshan has not come back, although the business of the Beiping head office is half dead, but Zhang Youlin is still not very relieved to hand over the shop to Song Huairen, he would rather work hard.

Song Huairen was more attentive to Zhang Youlin than usual, he stood at the door of the shop, and saw the owner's car turning from a distance, so he hurried back to make tea, and waited for Zhang Youlin to enter the threshold, sat down at the table, and a bowl of fragrant "big red robe" had been held in front of him. Song Huairen's tea-making skills are first-class, although Zhang Youlin doesn't like him very much, but every time he drinks Song Huairen's tea, he can't help but praise him. Zhang Youlin has had some stomach problems recently, and he can't drink green tea, so Song Huairen changed to brew and ferment the heavier rock tea "Da Hong Pao", looking at the intoxicated look of the owner when he tasted it, Song Huairen felt that it was time, he was thinking about how to speak, only to hear a "bang" behind him, and a porcelain pen holder fell from the shelf and shattered.

The apprentices Xu Hai and Li Shandong, who were sorting out the shelves, look at me, I look at you, they were stunned for a while, Song Huairen immediately jumped over, pointed at the noses of the two of them and shouted, "Who did it?" ”

Li Shandong lowered his head and replied, "Big man, it's me." ”

Song Huairen didn't fight when he heard it, what? Call me big guy? This matter is obvious, Zhang Xi'er is gone, and I, Song Huairen, are in charge, although the owner didn't say it clearly, but don't I do all the work of the shopkeeper?

If he had called "shopkeeper" just now, even if it was "the second shopkeeper, the acting shopkeeper" or something, wouldn't it be easy for me to talk to the owner...... This stupid thing, you have to fix him. Song Huairen paused for a moment and continued to roar: "Why are you so stupid? I can't even hold a pen holder, the owner can watch it here, if you can't even do this little thing, you can leave as soon as possible! ”

Li Shandong's face turned red, his teeth bit his lower lip tightly, and he swallowed his anger and picked up the fragments with a dustpan.

Zhang Youlin's interest in tasting tea immediately disappeared. Didn't you just drop a pen? It's not a heart, just criticize two sentences, why do you say it so ugly? Zhang Youlin couldn't see Song Huairen's approach, and he couldn't talk about him in front of the newcomer, so he stood up, frowned, and turned around and went to the backyard.

Song Huairen chased to the courtyard: "The owner, Zhang Xi'er went to the Nanjing branch, and it is obvious that the head office is missing a main matter, you see ......"

"Huairen, I was about to tell you about this, I transferred Manager Wang back, and he is the head of the Beiping head office."

After Zhang Youlin finished speaking, he entered the north room, and Song Huairen looked at Zhang Youlin's back blankly, and he didn't slow down for a long time.

This blow is very heavy for Song Huairen, he thinks about it, since he came to Rong Bao Zhai, he basically hasn't done much to take black money behind his back, and he is also very hard-working, and his ability is clearly above Zhang Xier, why can't the owner believe it? Song Huairen was very depressed.

Song Huairen has been picking his nose and eyes in the shop for the past few days, which made the two elementary school apprentices tremble.

The postman came to deliver the newspaper, Zhao Sanlong went to the door to pick it up, and flipped through it casually while walking back, Song Huairen had nothing to do: "What's the matter, is it your turn to watch first?" ”

Zhao Sanlong put the newspaper on the counter heavily and glanced at Song Huairen. This guy has a violent temper, and he has long seen Song Huairen unpleasantly.

"Yo ho, it's still a long time coming? I'm telling you, if you don't want to walk, no one is begging you. "Song Huairen is yin and yang.

Zhao Sanlong just wanted to have a seizure, Xu Hai tugged at his clothes behind him, and said quietly: "The big guy is not happy, you bear with it." ”

"Brother Sanlong, give me a hand!" Li Shandong called him in the backyard, Xu Hai pushed Zhao Sanlong away, picked up the newspaper and respectfully presented it to Song Huairen: "Big man, you take your time." ”

Song Huairen took the newspaper and just turned a few pages, and made a fuss: "Ouch, look, these days I really brag about not paying taxes, catch what is good to hear, and put gold on my face......"

Zhang Youlin happened to walk in, and Song Huairen greeted him with the newspaper in his hand: "Boss, look at what is blowing in this newspaper, ah?" 'South Zhang Beipu'? Comparing Zhang Daqian with Pu Xinshe, you say, is there still a royal law here? ”

Zhang Youlin smiled faintly: "What's wrong?" Why can't Zhang Daqian and Pu Xinshe be compared? Xiao Song, the eighth master has no enmity with you, right? ”

"The owner, look at what you said, what kind of enmity do I have with the eighth master, yes, count me too much, I'll keep my mouth shut." Song Huairen was bored, but he couldn't offend Zhang Youlin, so he found a step by himself: "Yes, I'll make you tea." ”

Song Huairen left, Zhang Youlin picked up the newspaper and looked at it with interest, looked at it, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, he muttered to himself: "This is a trick...... " Zhang Youlin turned around and asked Xu Hai: "When will Manager Wang come back?" ”

"Just for a day or two."

"Okay, as soon as Manager Wang arrives, you will notify me."

Hearing that the owner was in a hurry to find him, Wang Renshan didn't say a word when he arrived at the shop, and immediately went to Zhang's house.

Although the two had a contest over the division of the Nanjing branch, they were still quite affectionate when they met, Zhang Youlin patted him on the shoulder: "Renshan, you are finally back!" ”

"Boss, what are you looking for me?"

"Sit down and talk."

The two sat opposite each other, and Zhang Youlin asked: "Renshan, among the painters who hang the pen list in Rong Bao Zhai, whose paintings do you like?" ”

Wang Renshan didn't hesitate: "Zhang Daqian." ”

"Why?" Zhang Youlin was very interested.

Wang Renshan talked eloquently: "Zhang Baye's paintings are especially Shi Tao's essence, known as 'contemporary Shi Tao', his painting road is broad, landscapes, people, flowers and birds, insects and fish, animals are all work, freehand, all wonderful, now there is some fame, and his brother Zhang Shanzi, known as 'Shuzhong Erxiong'. ”

"He is famous in Sichuan, but he is almost in Beiping, and the price of his paintings has not yet risen, I know that you are very familiar with him, but you may not be able to estimate Zhang Daqian's future development."

Wang Renshan was slightly stunned: "Oh, what do you mean ......?"

"This person has a limitless future, and sooner or later he will be a master."

Wang Renshan nodded: "I believe this, what does the eighth master do like this, when he was a teenager, he came home from Chongqing for the summer vacation, and was kidnapped by bandits on the road, and the bandits saw that he was a scholar, so they left him as a master, don't say it, the eighth master couldn't get out of it as soon as he saw it, so he simply became a master and escaped after a hundred days." ”

Zhang Youlin said with a smile: "Oh, the eighth master still has such an experience, this is really difficult for him, Renshan, how about raising the price of the eighth master's paintings?" His works are no worse than those of famous artists. ”

"Yes, the price of Pu Xinshe's paintings in the calligraphy and painting market is already very high, and the price of Qi Baishi's works is also rising, since Qi Baishi was hired as a professor by Mr. Lin Fengmian, the principal of Beijing Art College, in the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, Qi Baishi has basically established his position in the Chinese calligraphy and painting circle."

"So, Zhang Baye doesn't lack anything, what he lacks is fame, and only with fame can he have a status in the calligraphy and painting world, and with status, the price will naturally rise."

"What do you mean...... Looking for an opportunity for Rong Bao Zhai to raise the fame of the eighth master? Wang Renshan cast an inquiring look.

"The eighth master's painting skills and aura are not bad, with his progress speed, in another three years and five years, his works will be another realm, Rong Bao Zhai is not praised, you see, sooner or later someone will come out to support, why don't we take this opportunity? The greater his fame, the better it will be for us. ”

Wang Renshan became excited: "Owner, this is a good idea!" But...... How do you hold him? ”

"I have my own way." Zhang Youlin seemed confident.

The two discussed for a while, and Wang Renshan got up to say goodbye.

Soon after, the "South Zhang Beipu" painting exhibition was enthusiastically exhibited in Rong Bao Zhai, on the day of the opening ceremony, the famous painters of Beiping were present, Rong Bao Zhai was a moment of guests gathered, coupled with the crackling firecrackers at the door, half of the street of Liulichang was boiling.

Qian Xicai stood at the door of Huiyuan Pavilion and stretched his neck to look at Rong Bao Zhai, and Chen Fuqing walked out of it: "What are they arguing about?" ”

"Hold an exhibition for 'South Zhang and North Pu'."

"'South Zhang Beipu'?" Chen Fuqing showed a surprised expression, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Qian Xicai patiently explained: "Pu, it's Pu Xinshe's second master, Zhang...... I heard that it was Zhang Daqian and Zhang Baye. Chen Fuqing frowned: "Eighth Master Zhang and Second Master Pu are almost in the market, how can you put the two of them together?" Rong Bao Zhai, what kind of moth is this? No, I'll have to go over and take a look. Chen Fuqing went down the steps and walked towards Rong Baozhai.

The west wall of the front hall of Rong Bao Zhai hangs Zhang Daqian's works, Zhang Youlin is standing in front of the painting with Pu Xinshe to watch, Pu Xinshe is full of praise: "Brother Zhang, you are very eye-catching, Daqian's paintings, there is the momentum of the Tang people, the law of the Song people, the artistic conception of the Yuan and Ming dynasties, up and down for thousands of years, it is rare, rare!" ”

Hearing Pu Xinshe's words, a stone in Zhang Youlin's heart fell to the ground, and he understood that if Pu Xinshe did not approve of Zhang Daqian's work, this matter would be smashed.

"Daqian's antique works, he has been very famous over the years, but I didn't expect his creations to be his own, Brother Zhang, how did you find him?"

Zhang Youlin replied with a smile: "I spent a lot of time pondering a lot of his antique works, Daqian is not according to the gourd painting scoop, he is the original compositional characteristics, Shen Yun techniques to figure out thoroughly, but not copy, but to enjoy the sway, set up a new pattern, nominally imitation, in fact, there is a new atmosphere, even Chen Banding, Luo Zhenyu such an appreciation everyone has seen it, in this case, I think, his original work should not be bad......

As he was talking, Zhang Daqian walked over, and he respectfully saluted Pu Xinshe: "Mr. Pu, 'South Zhang Beipu' was originally a friend's words, and it happened to be in the newspapers, and it was played by Rong Bao Zhai, and the little brother really didn't dare to take it." ”

"Where, with your qualifications and talents, and then tempered, you will soon become a great tool, Brother Zhang and I will wait and see......"

The atmosphere in Rong Bao Zhai was warm and harmonious, Chen Fuqing turned around and went back, he regretted it in his heart: Why didn't I think of this trick?

In the Mingyuanlou teahouse, Erqingni raised his neck and drank the last sip of tea: "Man, settle the bill." ”

The guy walked over: "Eh, fifteen coppers." ”

Erqingni touched a handful of them in his pocket and put five copper plates on the table: "I only have five left, come on, you are such a big teahouse, you don't care about this little money, do you?" Let's just do it. ”

The man's eyebrows raised upward: "Don't price, Lord, we are also a small business, to catch up with tea customers like you, why don't we drink the northwest wind?" Thank you, master, you should pay for the tea. ”

Erqingni's eyes narrowed: "You also calculate with me for these two melons and dates?" When the master was wide before, he didn't reward your face, right? At that time, your kid was more filial than my grandson, so when didn't I reward you with a piece of silver? What's wrong? Seeing that I'm poor, you want to be a master? ”

The man's tone softened: "Master, whatever you say, anyway, you can't leave without paying for the tea today." ”

"No money, what do you like, can't you go? This is easy to do, if you don't leave, you will live in your teahouse, anyway, you can't starve Ye to death, right? ”

The two were at a stalemate, and Li Moyun staggered over from the opposite side, took out the money and put it on the table: "Man, I paid for this master's tea for him." ”

Erqingni was stunned for a moment, and then smiled all over his face: "Ouch, this lord, thank you very much, you see how troublesome this matter is......"

Li Moyun sat down next to Erqingni: "Eh, you're welcome, who were you?" As soon as I went out, I hugged him before I went out, and on the street of Liulichang, I walked into any shop, which one really appreciated their faces, but now, ...... It's the tiger that fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, I really can't stand it! Li Moyun's tone and expression when he said this were as if his own father had been bullied.

Erqingni pondered in his heart, and immediately understood: "This master, if I guess correctly, you have something to do with me, let's talk clearly, what's the matter?" ”

"Hey! Eye is really happy, okay, you are happy, I can't hide it, Eye, I want to partner with you to do business. "Li Moyun just had this plan.

Erqingni was happy when he heard it: "It's really fresh, do business with me?" You've found the right person, I haven't done it before, and I don't have the capital......"

Li Moyun waved his hand: "You don't need to pay the capital, your identity is the capital, you sit there, you speak, just that faction, that expression, is the master who has eaten, played and seen, not the real Eight Banners, others can't pretend to be it." ”

"Oh, understood, you want to partner up with me and do some empty gloves white wolf business?"

"If you don't say you're well-informed, you won't be able to ...... anything."

"How do you divide the accounts after you earn money?"

"How about two and one and five?"

Erqingni nodded: "Listen to it." ”

"Then it's a deal?"

"Wait."

Li Moyun was stunned: "What's the matter?" ”

"You give me ten dollars first, count me as an advance, and deduct it from the account in the future." Erqingni said solemnly.

Li Moyun didn't say a word, took out ten yuan and put it in front of Erqingni.

Li Moyun, who has been missing from Liulichang for some years, appeared in Shanghai a few days ago with fake antiques, and he offended the subordinates of Shanghai gangster Huang Jinrong, the gangsters don't recognize the saying of "looking away", you cheated our buddies, I'm sorry, then unload one of your arms or legs. In order to avoid pursuit, Li Moyun had to sneak back to Beiping. It was inconvenient for him to show his face, and he was thinking about finding a helper to run out for him, but he didn't expect to meet Erqingni in the teahouse. What a godsend! I can't find a lantern anywhere, but it doesn't take much effort to get there, is there anything more suitable than Eye? Coming out of the teahouse, Li Moyun happily took Erqingni to his lair in Balizhuang, Beijing.

This is a counterfeiting workshop, the yard is full of jars and jars and all kinds of tools, there is almost no place to put your feet, the house is in tatters, there are no decent furnishings, no better than Erqingni's own home, Erqingni can't help but be disappointed.

Li Moyun was full of interest, he kept up with the clockwork, and when he got home, he was busy going back and forth without stopping, fiddling with the plum bottle for a while, and sprinkling some powdery things on the cracked bronze tripod for a while, and he didn't know what to do. Erqingni sat on the sidelines, holding a small clay pot in his hand, and took a sip from time to time. Li Moyun took out a scroll from the house and hung it on the courtyard wall, and Erqingni looked at it intently, and it turned out to be a forgery of the great painter Ni Zan of the Yuan Dynasty's "Intention of Streams, Mountains and Rain". Erqingni remembered that he had seen the original work at Bei Ziye's house earlier, not to mention, the imitation was not bad, but it looked too new, not like an old painting that had been shelved for hundreds of years.

There was a cauldron full of herbal tea on the ground, Li Moyun hurriedly lit the fire, and Erqingni was puzzled: "I said Master Li, what are you doing here?" How do you boil a good herbal tea again? ”

Li Moyun stuffed a few sticks of firewood under the pot: "Eye, you are a layman, I am making the painting old, do you see?" I brew herbal tea underneath the painting, using the evaporated heat to turn the painting yellow, so that the rice paper and pigments are crunchy and deteriorate, and the aging is accelerated. Li Moyun plans to cooperate with Erqingni for a long time, so he won't hide it from him.

The tea was grunting in the cauldron for a while, Erqingni stood up, walked over to take a closer look, and nodded frequently: "Well, it's really a little interesting, but Ni Zan lived in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, and his works have been handed down for more than 500 years, so I'm afraid it's not enough to make the paintings old, right?" ”

"There are also tricks, some mallets see the traces of calligraphy and painting being eaten by insects and think it is genuine, in fact, this is also our line of carving insect skills, I have a brother who specializes in raising insects and rats to bite the new work of calligraphy and painting, the purpose is to use the 'erosion traces' to fight the sloppy eye."

"Hey, you grandsons are really home!" Erqingni sighed, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help frowning, "But just thinking about it, I haven't seen your kid get rich?" ”

Li Moyun stood up: "Where is it so good to get rich?" This is just the first step, and the next step is how to fool the buyer. Lord, do you look at me like this, like the master of ancient paintings at home? If I had to show up, I would have to play it. ”

"So you want to partner with me, what you want is my identity - the Broken Flag Man, don't you?"

"That is, look at you now, but the tiger doesn't fall, that style, the tone of speech, the posture of the aisle, others can't learn it, whoever sees it has to say, this master is a master."

Erqingni likes to listen to this, and he proudly stretched out his shabby robe: "That is, we have seen the world anyway, and we were also the master of a lot of silver back then, I won't tell you, at that time, I didn't feel it when I saw the silver of the white flowers, it was similar to looking at the soil." ”

Li Moyun pouted: "That's because you have too much silver, burn it." ”

Erqingni picked up a piece of jade pendant from the case: "Yo ho, there is still a piece of Hanyu here, is it really fake?" ”

"Lord, remember, I don't have a real here, it's all fake."

Erqingni played: "Don't say it, it's really similar, the carving does have the style of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and even the 'Tuqin' has it, how did you get it?" ”

"This is easy, after soaking the new jade in acid for a month, then take it out and soak it in tea or chicken fat, and then put it on the fire to roast, and you can also mix it with color, not only can you imitate 'Tuqin', but even 'cinnabar Qin' and 'Tieqin' can be made."

"Yo, it's a pleat, I bought a piece of Han Dynasty jade from a jade dealer, and it cost me two thousand taels of silver, and now I think about it, eighty percent is also from you, right?"

"Uncle Eh, are you confused? What years did that happen? At that time, I was still wearing open crotch pants, maybe my father or my grandfather made it, but it was pretty much the same, my craft was ancestral. ”

Li Moyun didn't have anything to do, this counterfeiting workshop was really left by his grandfather. The old man was famous for fraud in the capital, and he also cheated a lot of people, jumped into the river, hanged himself, and made a lot of money, bought a house and bought land in his hometown in Shandong, and the old man left a word, future generations should not do this again if they have a livelihood, so as not to suffer retribution, so Li Moyun's father took the whole family back to his hometown when he was nine years old. Li Moyun has lived more than ten years of eating, drinking, and pampering, but after his father's death, his family's fortune has deteriorated, and Li Moyun has become addicted to smoking, and he has smoked all his family property, and he has no choice but to come to the capital to resume his ancestral business. Fortunately, Li Moyun's father is wise, this counterfeiting workshop has been rented out and not sold, otherwise, I'm afraid Li Moyun doesn't even have the capital to cheat. Erqingni was angry when he thought about it, and he said hatefully: "Hmph, how much silver did you fake antique dealers deceive from me back then! ”

Li Moyun grinned: "Uncle Eh, this is called this time, that time, and now aren't we two strung together again to make others happy?" The rich man's silver is not blinded! Come, you This bottle ......" Li Moyun picked up an amphora on the case, and the two muttered.

The business of Rong Bao Zhai Beiping main store has gradually improved, and there are obviously more customers than before. On this day, early in the morning, there were guests who wanted to order paintings, and Li Shandong accompanied the guests to introduce while looking at the paintings: "These paintings are all by Mr. Pu Xinshe." ”

The guest nodded: "It's really good, how to collect Mr. Pu's moisturizing pen?" ”

"The width of the hall is 120 yuan for six feet, and the screen width is halved, and the hall is four feet; $20 per square foot of album; Ten yuan per side of the fan, double the inscription poem of the fine painting, first moisten and then ink. ”

The guest hesitated: "It's too expensive, can it be cheaper?" ”

"I'm sorry for you, Mr. Pu's price was set by him, and it can't be cheap, why don't you change Zhang Daqian? The pen is not expensive, and now Zhang Daqian is as famous as Mr. Pu in the painting world. Li Shandong took out two newspapers from the counter, "Look at it, this newspaper is published, 'Nanzhang Beipu', Nanzhang refers to Zhang Daqian, our Rong Baozhai just held an art exhibition for 'Nanzhang Beipu' a few days ago, and it is here." ”

"I've heard that."

"You order his paintings now, or it won't be long before the pen will go up, if you have spare money, I suggest you save a few, and you will make money in the future."

"Then I'll order Zhang Daqian's, all of them are landscapes, two of the hall is six feet, and two more are fans, how much do you calculate."

"Please ...... here" Li Shandong let the guest to the account counter, and Zhao Sanlong "crackled" and made an calculation.

Song Huairen and Wang Renshan have been watching from the side, Song Huairen whispered: "Manager, you and the owner really have a vision, after the exhibition, the guests began to recognize Zhang Daqian, should we put the pen up?" ”

"I'm not busy, I talked to Daqian first, and when the paintings he put in other shops were sold out, I only went to Rong Bao Zhai to hang the pen list, and it was not too late to put the pen up at that time."

"That's too high!" Song Huairen admired on the surface, but he was very disappointed in his heart: Why didn't I think of such a high move? He was depressed and left the shop under the pretext of an excuse.

Song Huairen was walking aimlessly on Liulichang Street, and saw Erqingni walking into an antique shop with a brocade box in his arms, he smiled contemptuously, thinking to himself, this old thing has gone to trick tea again.

The guy at the antique shop thought the same thing, and as soon as he saw Erqingni, he asked unceremoniously: "Yo, are you drinking tea again?" ”

Erqingni's face sank: "How do you speak?" There are no rules, call your shopkeeper to come. ”

"Our shopkeeper is busy, I don't have time to chat with you, if you want to drink tea, I'll pour you a bowl, and leave quickly after drinking." The man poured out a bowl of leftover tea and put it on the table.

Erqingni swaggered down, glanced at the tea bowl, took out the amphora from the brocade box, and carefully placed it on the table: "Today, let your kid open his eyes." ”

The guy picked up the amphora, stared at it for a moment, and immediately changed his face: "Uncle E, where did you come from?" ”

"Can you tell you where you came from? Tell the shopkeeper to go. ”

The man put down the amphora, poured out the leftover tea in the teapot, replaced it with new tea and re-brewed it, and smiled all over his face: "Sit down for a while, and I'll call the shopkeeper for you." ”

The shopkeeper with a northeastern accent came in from the back door: "Yo, Eye, it's rare." The shopkeeper went straight to the bottle, took it in his hand, stood at the door of the shop, and looked carefully at the sun.

Erqingni drank tea leisurely, looked out of the gate, and said hello to past acquaintances from time to time. The shopkeeper looked at it over and over for a long time, and finally stopped his gaze in one place, and said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle E, you are blinded by me, right?" This Song bottle has a ballast. ”

"Did I say there was no ballast? I said shopkeeper, the antique industry is a vision, if you can't even see the real fake, are you embarrassed to mix in the glass factory? Go home early and pick up your baby. The shopkeeper put the amphora back on the table, looking hesitant: "Don't worry, I'll think about it again." ”

Erqingni put the amphora into the brocade box and stood up: "I don't want you to pick up a cheap price, I'll find someone else." ”

The shopkeeper's two eyes rolled slightly, and he hurriedly stopped: "Don't price, uncle, otherwise, you put the amphora here first, if you sell it, you will make money, if you can't sell it, you can take it back, how about it?" ”

Erqingni didn't buy it: "What do you think?" I can tell you, this Song bottle is less than 200 oceans and will not be sold, uncle, I want cash now, do you want me to listen to you. ”

"Chenghao, I listen to you, cash in cash, San'er, you will take Eye to the counter to pay the money now."

The guy hurried over: "Come on, Eh, you come with me......"

Erqingni picked up the pie: "Don't price, don't price, what's the hurry, I said the shopkeeper, you take a closer look, but don't look away, it's not interesting to look back and look for the account with me." ”

"What about scolding me, isn't it? Are we the people? It's been more than 20 years since I ate this bowl of rice, and I can't play with the eagle for a lifetime, and finally let the eagle peck at the eye, right? Besides, even if we walk away, aren't there rules in this industry? Whoever goes to see who admits bad luck, you can rest assured that you will pay the money steadily. ”

"Yes, can I go?"

"Let's go, it's okay to come over for tea."

Erqingni followed the man to the courtyard, and the shopkeeper glanced at his back with disdain, and said to himself: "Two hundred oceans will be sold?" Hmph, at this age, it's still a raw melon and egg, no wonder you are poor. ”

When Erqingni came out of the antique shop with 200 yuan of Xiandayang in his arms, he happened to take a look with Song Huairen, who had come back from wandering around, Song Huairen stopped, he watched Erqingni gradually move away, and muttered in his heart: It seems that this old thing has made a fortune, what did he sell just now? Out of curiosity, Song Huairen walked into the antique shop.

Song Huairen is a person with a heart, although his apprenticeship is in the South Paper Shop, he can't stand the fact that he has been mixing in the glass factory for more than 20 years, and he is also good at antiques. Song Huairen took a closer look at the amphora that Erqingni brought, and roughly understood his path, but Song Huairen didn't say anything.

Ni Zhan's "Xishan Rain Intent" was transferred to Wang Renshan's hands, but Manager Wang did not collect it by himself, but an old customer who couldn't get the payment for the time being, and hoped to use this painting to pay. From the point of view of doing business, it is not a loss, and the old customers who have cooperated for a long time should also help if they have difficulties, but the authenticity of this painting has become a problem, and several people in the palm of the eye have different opinions, which makes it difficult for Wang Renshan.

"Xishan Rain Intent" was hung in the north house of Rong Bao Zhai, and Wang Renshan had been frowning for several days. Zhang Youlin pushed the door in with a newspaper in his hand: "Renshan, the war is over." ”

Wang Renshan came back to his senses: "It's over? ”

Zhang Youlin sat down with a worried expression: "The government and the Japanese signed the Tanggu Agreement, and the Chinese troops withdrew to the areas west and south of the line of Yanqing, Tongzhou, Baodi, and Lutai, and these areas were armed areas to the north and east to the Great Wall, which actually recognized the Japanese occupation of Northeast China and Rehe, and at the same time designated Suidong, Chabei, and Jidong as areas for the free entry and exit of Japanese troops, which means that the door to North China is also open to the Japanese. After hearing this, Wang Renshan sighed: "Alas! In the past few months, it has been in vain in Shanhaiguan, Rehe, and Xifengkou......"

Before Wang Renshan finished speaking, the guy brought Erqingni in, and Zhang Youlin stood up: "Yo, Eye, you are here." ”

Erqingni arched his hand: "Mr. Zhang, I invite you today, let's go to Hongxing Building." ”

Zhang Youlin wondered: "You...... Excuse me? ”

Erqingni saw the "Xishan Rain Intention" hanging on the wall, he didn't care about answering, walked over and looked at it carefully, and asked Wang Renshan: "Manager Wang, have you accepted this painting?" ”

Wang Renshan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm not sure." ”

"That's good, that's good." Erqingni couldn't help but say, picked up Zhang Youlin and left.

In the Hongxing Building, Erqingni asked for a table of dishes, and Zhang Youlin's eyes widened in surprise: "What are you doing?" Lord, are you picking up gold ingots? No, no, no, I'll treat you to today's meal. ”

Erqingni's face sank: "Mr. Zhang, don't you look down on me?" How many times have I eaten you, I can't remember myself, when I met you on the street, you never let me be empty-handed, why didn't you give you three or five dollars? Mr. Zhang, I have ordered this meal today, if you don't give me this face, I will hit my head on the corner of this table. ”

Zhang Youlin hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't pay the price, I'm very happy today, why do you say this?" Okay, listen to you, let you break the bank. ”

A smile appeared on Erqingni's face, he took a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and chewed intoxicatedly: "I haven't been in this place for ten years." ”

"Is it still the smell of the past?"

Erqingni opened his eyes and shook his head: "It's a change of cook." ”

"I haven't paid attention to it for a long time, what about when you were the emperor?"

Erqingni grabbed another chopsticks and shredded eel: "It's so wow, when the emperor is here!" ”

Zhang Youlin pondered in his heart, and immediately understood: "I said Lord, you have exchanged an antique for sale, right?" Otherwise, why are you so happy? ”

Erqingni's conversation box opened, and he looked very mysterious: "Mr. Zhang, I won't tell you, I'm Erqingni It's time to operate!" Someone rushed to partner with me in the antique business, and said, I really made a few bucks, just say that then, isn't there a new antique shop in the east of the glass factory? The shopkeeper is a Northeast man, I heard that this master and the Japanese hooked up to make a fortune, and he is a traitor, this kind of person is not a traitor, this kind of person is not a pit, I got a fake Song bottle and sold it to this kid, he played antiques and his eyes were black, we earned two hundred oceans not to mention, this is also anti-Japanese. ”

After hearing this, Zhang Youlin frowned: "Eye, you have to be careful about this, in case people see it, it's not good to go down the steps, I advise you to ......"

Erqingni interrupted Zhang Youlin's words: "See? It's not that easy, I have people under me to do this job, and everyone who does that job is a master. Let's just say that Song bottle, the whole bottle is fake, only the bottom of the bottle and the year are real, not to mention this raw melon and egg, you just invited the person who made the bottle back then, and you can't keep it to Meng. Erqingni leaned closer to Zhang Youlin and lowered his voice: "Mr. Zhang, the painting of Ni Zhan's "Xishan Rain Intent" hanging in your house, let me tell you the truth, it came out of our workshop, don't be fooled......

Zhang Youlin's heart was hot, he looked at the old Erqingni, and sighed with emotion: "Eye, thank you, come, let's drink......"

Song Huairen passed by the door of the Japanese Golden Harvest Trading Company on Coal Market Street, and Heiji Oshima, the manager of the trading company wearing a Japanese kimono, walked out of the gate and greeted him in stiff Chinese: "Mr. Song, hello!" ”

"Ouch, isn't this Mr. Oshima? It's been a while since we've seen each other. ”

"Mr. Song, yours, come in and sit down."

"Sit? Okay, sit and sit. Song Huairen walked in with Oshima. Recently, the power of the Japanese has expanded, and Song Huairen is trying to win over the Japanese.

The two sat down in the reception room, and Song Huairen asked, "Mr. Oshima, I heard that your trading company has recently added new business?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Song is very well-informed, and the Contempt Trading Company has added the business of acquiring antiques, calligraphy and paintings in your country, and I will ask Mr. Song to take care of him in the future."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, if there's anything you need my help with, you can tell me." Song Huairen agreed.

"As far as I know, your country has a long history of counterfeiting cultural relics, and the antique calligraphy and painting shop is full of a large number of fakes, and this business is very risky."

"Of course, this is called a martyr will not, it is not difficult for those who will know, and you can't play blindly with antique calligraphy and painting, otherwise you will lose as much as you want. Your trading company has to have a palm, oh, the palm eye is the meaning of identification, whether it is true or false can be understood at a glance, and you have to tell the truth, to tell you the truth, to tell you the truth, there are fewer and fewer people with this kind of ability. ”

"Mr. Song is the kind of person who can palm, right?"

Song Huairen heard Oshima say this, and he didn't feel happy in his heart, so he blew it up: "That's true, you go to the glass factory to inquire, I, Song Huairen, am also a master in this industry, which shop accepts any valuable antique calligraphy and painting, you have to ask me to go over and palm my eyes." ”

"That's great, I'm going to trouble Mr. Song in the future......"

At this time, Song Huairen saw Erqingni through the door curtain. Erqingni wore a well-made gown and walked slowly in four directions. Yuo Yuji, the deputy manager of the trading company, who was reading a book, glanced up at him, and a Chinese employee greeted him: "This man, are you selling things, or are you buying things?" ”

Erqingni looked like a master of the capital, and he glanced at the employee: "I won't come to you to buy things, what do we have in China?" What are you worth in Japan? ”

"So you're selling?"

Erqingni nodded: "Yes, there are too many things at home, and they occupy an area, uncle, I have to make room, so let's put it this way, even if it is a tattered child cleared out of our house, it is enough to enter the museum in Japan." See this? Carefully...... Erqingni took out a jade dragon hook from his bosom and put it on the counter.

The employee picked it up and looked at it: "Oh, it looks like an ancient jade of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty." ”

"Okay, even if you kid still have a little eyesight, let me tell you, this is Zhou Tianzi's costume hook, let alone more than 3,000 years, at that time, there was no one on your Japanese island, that is, there were a few sea kings basking in the sun there."

"How much are you going to sell?"

"I'll give you a cheap price, a thousand oceans, and I won't sell one less."

Yuji walked over, picked up the jade hook and looked at it, and glanced at the Chinese employee, who understood, and said, "This master, you wait, I'll take the jade hook in and give it to our manager for identification." ”

Erqingni was impatient: "Why are there so many things? I said, you Japanese will never be able to become masters, just such a gadget, that is, the price of selling a pot of wine for two melons and dates, okay, it's really like a thing, give this to that one, do you managers understand? ”

Song Huairen saw all this, he remembered the Song bottle sold by Erqingni in the antique shop a few days ago, and he understood eight or nine points in his heart. The Chinese employee lifted the curtain and walked into the reception room, and he handed the jade hook to Oshima, who gave it to Song Huairen: "Mr. Song, you give me a palm." ”

Song Huairen looked at it carefully, flicked it with his fingers again, put it to his ear to listen, and sniffed it with his nose, Oshima was dumbfounded, and he asked respectfully: "Mr. Song, is it true?" ”

Song Huairen let out a sigh: "Fake! You see, this dragon is carved with a knife, there are knife marks on it, and the jade of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is carved out of stone, 'the stone of other mountains, can attack the jade' This idiom comes from this, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty has not yet invented iron, where did the knife come from? Therefore, the pattern of grinding on jade with gravel cannot be imitated. ”

Oshima couldn't stop nodding: "Mr. Song's eyesight and knowledge are worthy of admiration, but there is still a question that the contemptible person wants to ask Mr. Song for advice, why do you still want to listen and smell Gu Yu?" ”

"Listening is to hear whether the sound is crisp, and smelling is to smell whether there is a fragrant earthy smell, because most of the ancient jade is unearthed. Also, not only to listen and smell, but more importantly, to see, to see if the color and scale of the ancient jade are in line, there is a lot of knowledge here, and a few words are not clear. Mr. Oshima, the cost of my palm is five dollars, you are a friend, I will charge less, you give three yuan. ”

Oshima turned around and instructed the Chinese employee: "Tell Mr. Yuji, teach this liar a lesson, and kick him out." ”

He said to Song Huairen again: "Mr. Song, there is no problem, I will pay immediately." ”

Song Huairen smiled contemptuously: "I took a look from the curtain just now, who should I be, it's the master who has been making trouble for a long time, this master is a broken family, and there is no blood at home except for rats." ”

The Chinese employee returned to the front business hall, and he whispered a few words to Yuji, Yuji's face changed drastically, and his fierce face was revealed, and he picked up the jade hook and smashed it on the ground.

Erqingni's eyes narrowed: "Hey! What's going on? It doesn't matter if you buy it or not, why are you dropping my jade hook? Well, if you don't buy it this time, you have to buy it, but don't say that I lied to you, a thousand oceans, you pay for it. ”

Yuji grabbed Erqingni by the collar: "Yours is a liar, and your conscience is greatly ......"

Erqingni struggled: "Why do you do it while you talk about it?" If you let go, let's go to the yamen to reason, uncle, I am a gentleman, I only talk and don't do anything......"

Yuji viciously slashed his face with a few slaps, Erqingni was knocked down, he struggled with blood on his face, Yuji gritted his teeth and kicked Erqingni in the ribs, Erqingni shouted: "Kill!" Help......"

Song Huairen hurriedly walked past him with the ocean in his hand, as if he hadn't seen anything.

After Erqingni was beaten violently, he was kicked out of the gate by Yuji and threw himself on the ground, and the door of Jiahe Trading Company slammed behind him. The pedestrians on the road all took a detour, no one cared about him, and Erqingni, who was covered in blood, shouted in a weak voice: "Old and young masters of Beiping...... I'll let little Japan give ...... Give it a beat...... Help me...... Help me......" The doors of several houses facing the street were closed, and the street became deserted, and he crawled on the ground with difficulty, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, in this world...... I can't live without you...... Without you, the world would ...... It's messed up...... Your Majesty, wait for the ministers...... Minister's Erqingni...... Coming with you......" His head hung and he never moved again, and behind him was a long trail of blood. The next day, Xu Lianchun found Zhang Youlin in Rong Bao Zhai and reported the death of Erqingni, Zhang Youlin was shocked: "What, Uncle E's dead?" ”

Xu Lianchun lowered his head: "Alas, isn't it, I'm already old, and I'm sick again, where can this old bone withstand such a beating?" ”

Zhang Youlin slammed his palm on the counter: "These bastard Japanese, they are simply lawless, Uncle E is at fault, and there are Chinese police in charge, how can they beat people to death?" What happened later, how did the police deal with it? ”

"What else can be done? Hanging, the Japanese are fierce right now, and the police station can't afford to provoke it. ”

Zhang Youlin took out the money and stuffed it into Xu Lianchun's hand: "You help me buy a better coffin and take care of Uncle E's funeral." ”

Xu Lianchun shed tears: "I...... I thank you on behalf of Uncle E, he didn't make you a friend in vain. ”

"Think about how majestic Eye was back then, who knows...... It's sad to end up like this......" Zhang Youlin's tears couldn't stop flowing.