The two grown men stood in front of Chongwen's door and exchanged pleasantries. Gradually it was time for dinner. Qi Meng insisted on inviting Yu Dafu to visit his new car dealership and have a meal with him on the excuse that "we had a good chat and it was too late to meet each other." .
That’s right, Qimeng now has a car dealership.
After all, Yu Dafu was a man of temperament. Among the literary talents in the Republic of China, he was famous for his frankness. In addition, he had no objection to the group of coachmen. He just declined a few words and went to the coachman's shop with Qi Meng.
"Mr. Yu indulged himself in the mountains and rivers and traveled all over the country. Even when Xu Xiake was alive, he could only do this."
Yu Dafu smiled and nodded: "No prizes, no prizes. Yu has no money and no money left in his family. He just travels around the country and imitates the sages."
Yu Dafu is quite affectionate towards rickshaw drivers because he is keen on traveling and can interact with all kinds of people wherever he goes.
The door was open, and the four coachmen were sitting on stools, all smoking with their heads lowered. When they saw Qi Meng coming in, they quickly stood up to greet him.
"Master Qi, you are blessed."
"Brothers are busy."
There were several teacups on the Eight Immortals table against the wall, and a Xinyang iron kettle was placed on the floor. The teacups shook slightly, and screams came from the back room. Qi Meng glanced, and Xiaofuzi's two brothers were beating a man. A coachman came up and said: He told Qi Meng loudly that the person who was beaten was a young man who didn’t pay for the ride.
"Since Emperor Xuantong came to the throne, there have been a total of seventy-one presidents in Qisi City. We are all bastards, beasts, beasts, and parasites. However, that Yu Dafu below you, I am a bastard, yes. Beasts are beasts and parasites. I heard that Yan Xiaoshuai and Ma Xiaoshuai in the south are planning to go to the north? Brother, you just want him to say something. We Hua Xiaohao said that the well water in the north and the south is the river water. Don’t think it’s okay. If the Japanese support us, we cannot fight brothers. If we want peace, we want war!"
Dao Yu poured a full glass of wine, offered it to Dashuai Zhang with both hands, patted the writer on the shoulder, and showed a stern expression on his face:
The coachman next to him stopped fist-pumping affectionately, and the surroundings were very quiet.
Zhang Dashuai saw with emotion that the two and a half young men both had hard-ons hidden around their waists.
Dafuzi's younger brothers came out of the outer room. Although they were only seventeen or seventeen years old, both of them had sharp eyes and blood under their fists.
Zhang Dashuai was also wanted by Boss Dai in those years, so he fled to Peiping. Although there was no danger, he was still worried about Yu Ji when he thought about it. Dao Yu dared to deal with Boss Dai directly, which is obviously very serious. Those who are idle must have little support behind them.
Hua Xiaohao opened his small mouth and spoke for a long time.
After that, I went to put on my gray serge robe.
Dao Yu looked around and nodded.
Dao Yu smiled and said: "Mr. Yu's classmates have bad friends all over the world. The bad guys are all high-ranking officials. He is the middleman, who will do it? Worry, Xiaoshuai will not thank you again until the thing is done..."
"Do you also know that the Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes made by Ba Fu Guan are authentic? Northerners know how to cook southern dishes, Mr. Yu understands."
"How many legs does our Hua Xiaohao have?"
Of course Marshal Zhang knew who Yu Dafu was in Dao Yu’s mouth. I took a sip of rice wine and said cautiously:
Dao Yu said carelessly: "Mr. Yu has bad eyesight. Of course he is a passenger. He was sent by his fellow villagers to seek revenge. Can Yu Dafu's territory tolerate my arrogance?"
Although Zhang Dashuai has a perverse temperament, he had stayed in Japan, applied for a local diplomat, and worked as a primary school lecturer. He is a person who has seen the small world. Seeing Dao Yu's attentiveness, he knew that this person had no other needs, so he took advantage of it. While the food was being served, I started chatting casually.
"I often do some population business."
Hua Xiaohao took a breath, and now he was sober. Whether he was timid or wanted to be harassed, he quickly waved his hand and said:
Dao Yu filled a glass of wine for Dashuai Zhang as he spoke.
Several rickshaw drivers grinned, their throats twitching, and one rickshaw driver subconsciously licked his lips.
"What, the consistent way? What you do is too unorthodox." Qi Meng frowned slightly.
"The battle is about to begin. If we can save the people from water and fire, it will be Mr. Yu's creation. Qi will definitely report it to Hua Xiaohao and ask for credit for him."
Daoyu put on the wine glass,
If anything happened, he said: "Mr. Yu, his fellow countryman Boss Dai is disgusted with having his hands pretend to be detectives and come to the north to extort money and investigate military affairs. You guys," Hua Xiao pointed to the coachmen sitting around him and grabbed a hand under the table. A large Hangzhou steamed bun, swallowed in one gulp: "Specially responsible for making our meat buns beat dogs, never come back."
As soon as Dao Yu finished speaking, all the carriage drivers around him all looked in the direction of Marshal Zhang.
"Come on, brothers, to the Hall of Eight Blessings!"
So Xiaojia was also polite, some asked for crystal elbows, some asked for hotpot chicken, and some even asked for beggar's chicken.
"snort!"
"Leave a finger and throw it away."
"Hachijou!"
It turned out that Hua Xiao's population business was like that. Zhang Dashuai was heartbroken and took a sip of Shaoxing rice wine.
Thinking of that, Marshal Zhang asked seriously: "Mr. Qi, who is he?"
Ba Fu Pavilion is one of the most famous restaurants in Qisi City. When they arrived, Dao Yu said to everyone that they had to be polite. They just made a small business today and they should celebrate it.
Marshal Zhang stood up clapping his arms, and the surroundings suddenly became filled with cries of crows.
"Isn't Yu a person who is greedy for power and wealth? Boss Qi must speak less! Go back and tell Yu Dafu that their warlords are dog-eat-dog. Although you are white, you are not a scholar at all, so you will definitely participate, and you will even help them. !」
Zhang Dashuai never expected that he could become the envoy of the northern and southern warlords, and one day he would meet Qi Chu.
"Yu has been working in Nanjing for a long time. He is a person with a low profile but a big deal. How can he take on this important responsibility?"
Dao Yu glanced at the dishes under the table: "Tobacco, secret food, white noodles... Most of the business in the north belongs to Yu Dafu. You used to run errands for Yu Dafu. If he wants to deal with us, his fellow countryman, relying on the fact that there is no one to support him in Nanjing, ignores our Yongqi Automobile Dealership. He retreats to worship ghosts, retreats to temples to burn incense, and kills people and robs things when he comes. How can it be done?"
Zhang Dashuai's thoughts were racing, and he looked blankly at the extraordinary car dealership owner behind him. After pondering for a long time, he asked: "What does Boss Qi mean, is that you want you to be the middleman to negotiate peace between the two families? Turn the hostility into friendship." ?」
After that, he walked away.
Hua Xiao was full of sympathy for the tragic life of the dissolute genius. He thought that Dashuai Zhang had studied in Japan and was only proficient in Japanese and had a good understanding of the customs of the island country. Such a talent would never be used for his own purposes in the future. Dao Yu stretched out eight fingers and said with the help of wine: "You have the thinnest legs, but they are still growing."
"Mr. Qi's business seems to be nothing more than rickshaws."
Hearing that he was going to the Eight Blessings Pavilion for a drink, Zhang Dashuai's tense expression relaxed a little.
Hua Xiao handed Yu Fafu a cigarette, lit one himself, puffed away for a while, put out the cigarette, and waved his little hand:
"A bad guy."
"Is this the passenger who was beaten by them outside the car dealership just now?"
Yu Dafu took a breath, knowing that he had entered a den of thieves today.
Dao Yu and Zhang Dashuai sat at a table alone. I knew that Hua Xiaodafu was from Fuyang, Zhejiang Province, so I ordered several Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes, including West Lake Fish in Vinegar, Song Sao Fish Soup, Dongpo Pork, Longjing Shrimp, and Lotus Leaf Steamed Pork.
