Fanyuan.
This was once the most attractive place in Shanghai.
The famous old man Zhang Renkui lived here.
Since the Japanese army occupied the concession, the old man who had been attracted by them has been harassed frequently.
The old man resolutely rejected the Japanese and told his family that they would rather die than become a traitor!
Everyone in the Zhang family was prepared to die together.
Fortunately, the Japanese were afraid of the old man's reputation and power and did not dare to act rashly.
They were worried that the old man was pretending to be ill and sent a Japanese doctor to treat him.
As a result of the examination, it was found that the old man's health was really failing.
As a result, the Japanese people suddenly lost all interest in the old man.
What they want is the old man's prestige, not a dying corpse.
In the end, there were only a few spies monitoring Fan Yuan.
Those spies do it on a routine basis. They come for a visit in the morning and then leave, and then come back for a tour in the evening.
Anyway, as long as I can do business when I go back. .
After the Japanese occupied the public concession, many people were afraid of getting into trouble and did not dare to visit the old man.
Therefore, Fanyuan, which used to be bustling every day, has now become deserted.
Early in the morning, as soon as the agents who were going through the motions to monitor Fan Yuan left, the door was knocked open.
"Who?"
The concierge also opened the small door impatiently.
Although Fan Yuan is not as majestic as in the past, he is still very powerful!
"Sorry to bother you."
A piece of paper was handed in: "We are from the south, and we came here specially to pay homage to the old man."
"Wait."
The concierge took the film and closed the door again.
After waiting for what seemed like a few minutes, the small door opened again.
This time, it was Zhang Qishan, the son of old man Zhang Renkui.
When he saw the guests outside, Zhang Qishan's expression changed drastically and he tried to calm down: "Please!"
The guest outside walked in with two followers.
"Today, I won't see any guests, I won't see anyone."
Zhang Qishan gave special instructions.
He didn't enter the living room with his guests, but went to a nearby folk prescription.
Two attendants remained outside.
As soon as he entered, Zhang Qishan hurriedly closed the door and bowed deeply to the guest:
"Qi Shan kowtows to his uncle. The Japanese are rampant at the moment. He dare not open the front door to welcome his uncle. It is Qi Shan's impoliteness."
I don't know how much older he is than the other person, but he always calls him "uncle".
He even performed the courtesy of a junior.
In the whole world, who else has this courtesy except the old man’s brother, the “young master” Meng Shaoyuan?
Meng Shaoyuan said quickly: "I came in a hurry and didn't notify you in time."
"Uncle, the concession is in chaos right now, and there are Japanese people everywhere. You suddenly came here. If something goes wrong, uncle has a heavy responsibility. Even if we, the Zhang family, die, we will not be able to atone for our sins."
But Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said: "What danger is there in Shanghai? Isn't it just some military police and Japanese lackeys? Don't worry, since I dare to come, I will have a way to protect myself."
Although he said this, Zhang Qishan became increasingly worried.
Who is this?
"Pantian Tiger" Meng Shaoyuan!
If something really happened, the Zhang family would be implicated, and I'm afraid they would be accused by people who don't know the truth.
But looking at Meng Shaoyuan, he didn't care at all.
Meng Shaoyuan didn't care what Zhang Qishan was thinking: "How is the old man doing now? Can he see guests?"
"No one else will see him, but he must see his uncle when he comes. These days, what he talks about all the time is his uncle."
Zhang Qishan opened a side door in the room: "Uncle, please come with me."
After leading him through a closed corridor, Zhang Qishan stood outside a room and called "Father" several times inside.
Although there was no answer, Zhang Qishan still opened the door: "Father is inside, I went outside to watch."
Before Meng Shaoyuan walked in, he smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.
He closed the door quietly, then tiptoed to the bed, moved a stool and sat down.
The old man fell asleep.
I haven't seen him for a while, and the old man has become as thin as a stick.
Where can I still see the style of the godfather of the Republic of China when a big sword was rampant in the world, an eighty-year-old man beat up Japanese ronin?
Meng Shaoyuan felt sad for a while.
"Who is coming?"
The old man suddenly opened his eyes and asked.
He was also very angry when he spoke.
"Brother, it's me."
Meng Shaoyuan said in a low voice.
As soon as he heard this voice, the old man who had been weak just now suddenly regained his energy: "Is it Shao Yuan?"
"It's me, brother, it's me."
Meng Shaoyuan quickly stood up and approached the old man.
"Shao Yuan, it's really you, it's really you who's back."
The old man stretched out his hand.
Meng Shaoyuan held the old man's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Brother, it's Shaoyuan who's back."
"well."
The old man's hand was weak, but he still held Meng Shaoyuan's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear if he let go:
"A few days ago, I had a dream, and I also dreamed about you. Using two guns, killing Japanese special forces and punishing traitors. I woke up with a happy smile, but when I opened my eyes, I found nothing."
"Brother, your dream is quite accurate. Didn't I appear in front of you now?"
"Shao Yuan, you shouldn't have come, you shouldn't have come." The old man changed the subject: "You can still have my brother in your heart, and he is happy, but outside Fanyuan, there are all Japanese spies and those lackeys, how can you Can you risk coming here to see me?”
"Brother, those dogs are nothing." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile: "I have observed that those dogs only come around in the morning and evening, and there are no people at other times."
"Oh, really? That's because they didn't tell me. They also lied to me that there are Japanese and spies outside. Do you know why that is?"
"Brother, give me advice."
Zhang Renkui sighed softly: "I, Zhang Renkui, can be regarded as a hero of the generation. I have 40,000 disciples. When I give an order, there is no one in the military or political circles who refuses to obey. Now that I am old and seriously ill, there are few cars and horses in front of my door. The Japanese and those traitors don't bother to monitor me anymore, they are afraid that I will feel sad."
Speaking of this, Zhang Renkui laughed first: "But my children underestimated me, Zhang Renkui. My life has been vigorous. I served as a garrison envoy, participated in the national defense, Qi Xieyuan defeated Lu Yongxiang, and I sent troops from Nantong. Within a month, Lu Yongxiang was kicked out of Shanghai and fled to Japan in embarrassment.
Huang Huangrong and Du Yuesheng are both my juniors, and I responded to them all in Shanghai. This is enough, enough. How can a person be immortal? Otherwise, wouldn’t he really be immortal? Since you are old, dying, and others look down upon you, what does it matter? It's impossible for people to be prosperous all their lives, right? "
Having said this, he looked at Meng Shaoyuan: "Do you know what I am most proud of in my life?"
Meng Shaoyuan shook his head.
Zhang Renkui said with a bit of arrogance, "I have never been a traitor in my life!"
