"Third brother, it's time." Alai took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
"Wait." Xia Wenqiao crossed his legs, put his right hand on his legs, and beat the beat rhythmically.
What was being sung on the stage was "Wang Zuo's Broken Arm".
Alai nodded and didn't make any more noise.
Before, he would still make noises and say things like, 'Why did Cheng Qianfan ask Third Brother to wait for him?' But now he won't say these words.
He is not a fool. They are the ones who feel the tyranny of 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' now most directly.
Alai stepped aside and continued to listen to the play, shaking his head and humming the lyrics.
Recently, the third brother has become obsessed with this play. He has listened to it more than ten times just by accompanying him to the play, so he can sing the lyrics well.
…
At this time, three black cars parked in a row under the theater.
Three men with short guns got out of the car in front of them and looked around cautiously. The bodyguards in the car behind them surrounded them and guarded the car in the middle.
"Third brother, Cheng Qianfan is here, and he brought a woman with him." Alai took a look, walked over and reported in a low voice, "It's the woman named Ying Huaizhen."
A smile appeared on Xia Wenqiao's face, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Does this mean he plans to discuss cooperation?
Cheng Qianfan is now called "Mr. Xiao Cheng", which is completely different from the "Inspector Xiao Cheng" two years ago.
"Where's Xiaoying?" Xia Wenqiao asked with a frown.
"The lady is there," Alai said. "The lady said, since she may not be needed, don't disturb her."
Xia Wenqiao looked in the direction of Alai's finger and saw his girl with a camera hanging around her neck, taking pictures on the stage.
He couldn't help but hold his forehead.
He has a headache for this sister.
Xia Xiaoying likes opera, not only listening to it, but also singing. She secretly joined the Zhao family class in Yingbin Building two years ago. To this day, Chunxiang in the Zhao family class is his sister Xia Wenqiao. This is already a semi-open secret in the world.
Xia Wenqiao didn't like girls appearing in public and singing operas, so he often scolded her.
Xia Xiaoying’s answer was convincing:
She likes to sing operas. She puts on costumes and goes on stage to sing operas. Seeing the fuss of the foreigners in the audience makes her feel very satisfied. She feels that as a Chinese, it is rare for her to be superior to others.
"Go and invite the young lady over," Xia Wenqiao said.
…
"The two of them seem to have met each other late." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
"My roommate is so naughty, it's ridiculous." Xia Wenqiao shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Xia Xiaoying and Ying Huaizhen chatted for a while, and the two women actually talked happily.
Xia Xiaoying showed Ying Huaizhen the photos she had taken and invited her to take pictures. Ying Huaizhen glanced at Mr. Cheng and saw Cheng Qianfan nodding, then she went to the side to take pictures and chat with Xia Xiaoying.
…
'Mr. Xiao Cheng' and 'Hei Sanlang' chatted for a moment and soon got to the point.
"Brother Cheng." Xia Wenqiao's face was gloomy, "Do you think that I, Xia Wenqiao, am a fool?"
Cheng Qianfan took a sip of tea and was not angry because of Xia Wenqiao's attitude. "Brother Xia, don't be anxious. How can you say this?"
"My men went to fight that old guy directly, while your men hid behind and took action in the end." Xia Wenqiao snorted coldly, "When the time comes, both me and that old guy will suffer losses, and you, 'Mr. Xiao Cheng', are sitting aside. Harvest the fisherman's profit."
"No, no, no." Cheng Qianfan shook his finger, "Brother Xia, this is wrong."
He smiled slightly, "First of all, if we really want to count, I am a soldier and you are a thief!"
He looked at Xia Wenqiao with a smile on his lips, "Of course you guys rush in front, and I'll wait for the opportunity from behind."
As he said that, he shook his head and said, "Brother Xia, don't worry, just listen to what I have to say."
Xia Wenqiao looked at him coldly.
"Moreover, 'both sides suffer'?" Cheng Qianfan shook his head and smiled, "Brother Xia, you think too highly of yourself. If you can chip one of Zhang Xiaolin's teeth, it is considered a big deal."
Xia Wenqiao looked embarrassed and angry, as if he was angry because he was pointed out so mercilessly to his face.
"If 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' wants to amuse and humiliate me, Xia Wenqiao, today, then..."
"Brother Xia, please be patient." Cheng Qianfan stood up and poured tea for Xia Wenqiao himself, "I haven't finished speaking yet."
As he spoke, he sat down, took out his cigarette holder, and motioned to Xia Wenqiao. The latter snorted, and Cheng Qianfan smiled, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.
Breathing smoke out of his nose, 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' had a gentle smile on his face, "You, Brother Xia, can break one of that old guy's teeth. I, Cheng Qianfan, can barely make Zhang Xiaolin lose another tooth if I work hard enough." Just a tooth."
Hearing what Cheng Qianfan said, Xia Wenqiao's face looked much better.
At this moment, Cheng Qianfan stood up and went directly to the window. He pointed to the extremely busy dock in the distance, "Brother Xia, wait and see."
…
Xia Wenqiao was a little confused and went to the window to look. He thought something had happened, but he didn't see anything unusual.
Looking at Xia Wenqiao who looked over with questioning and puzzled eyes, Cheng Qianfan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "This is all money."
After the opening of Shanghai as a port, this place was only across the river from the Puxi Concession. Although ferrying was required to travel across the river, it was the shortest distance and water transportation was convenient. (ps1)
Therefore, foreign companies built docks and opened factories here one after another.
For example, the British-Shangxiang Pig Iron Factory, the Nissho Hwang Shipyard, the British-American Tobacco Factory, the British-Shang Maosheng Cotton Mill, and the Rihua Cotton Mill, etc.
There are also the warehouses of the British merchant Taikoo Pudong Store, Taikoo Huatong Store, the French merchant Yongxing Store, the German merchant Ruiji Foreign Trade Co., Ltd., and the kerosene pool, etc. are also located here.
The South Warehouse of the National Steamship Merchants Bureau was also located here. After the fall of Shanghai, this warehouse was also occupied by the Japanese and requisitioned by the Japanese military.
"Why did Zhang Xiaolin attack me, and why did he target you?" Cheng Qianfan asked Xia Wenqiao, pointing to the Huangpu River in the distance.
"Black market, freight." Xia Wenqiao said, "Zhang Xiaolin finally couldn't help but take action."
Cheng Qianfan smiled and nodded.
Xia Wenqiao and Zhang Xiaolin both belonged to the Green Gang, but strictly speaking, Xia Wenqiao was the one who was far away in Hong Kong at this time.
Zhang Xiaolin has long been coveting the black market transactions controlled by Xia Wenqiao, especially the freight channels. He did not dare to take action against Du Yuesheng's powerful force.
Now that Du Yuesheng is escaping from trouble in Hong Kong, Zhang Xiaolin feels that he has the support of the Japanese. He has been coveting it for a long time and finally can't help but take action.
Recently, Xia Wenqiao's black market business has been in trouble one after another. The goods have been robbed, and bombs with unloaded fuses have been dropped on the cargo ships.
Xia Wenqiao naturally knew who was behind the scenes.
Although he is also the number one figure in the Shanghai Youth Gang, his strength is indeed far insufficient in front of Zhang Xiaolin, and he is worried about this.
At this time, Cheng Qianfan personally called Xia Wenqiao. Faced with Zhang Xiaolin, a common enemy, the small frictions between the two before were not a big deal at all.
…
At this moment, a large ocean-going ship that had docked began to unload passengers, and the pier was crowded with people.
There were tourists walking on the road below the theater carrying large and small bags of luggage.
"Sister Zhen, let me take a picture for you." Xia Xiaoying gestured for Ying Huaizhen to lean against the wooden railing on the second floor and shouted.
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