A month later, Mr. Zhang was indeed squeezed out of the bustling circle of Huangpu Beach by Jin Qing.
For this reason, he once went to make trouble with Master Ren, but Master Ren retorted with words: "What's the point of making trouble if you lose your territory? If you have the ability to get it back, I can still respect you as a man with eggs." .”
This kind of questioning ridicule made Mr. Zhang so angry that he couldn't express his sorrow. He wanted to kill Jin Qing, but the problem was that he couldn't beat him!
Not only could he not be able to defeat Jin Qing, but even his men could not defeat Jin Qing's men.
It's the same iron rod, but the iron rod on Jin Qing's side is actually stronger than the one on his side.
It's the same knife, and Jin Qing's knife cuts them like tofu.
Not to mention firearms.
Thinking of firearms, Mr. Zhang felt his scalp numb. Where did the old man get that thing from and why was it placed in the hands of that dead woman.
No wonder the people of R country are determined to achieve this. This is clearly something that can unify the world.
But what made him most angry was the attitude of the people from R country.
After seeing him lose power, these people who used to be brothers with him stopped paying attention to him, and even shut him out several times.
Until now, he couldn't even see the other party's face.
He also went to see Lao Du, but the other party still had a lukewarm attitude towards him.
Mr. Zhang knew clearly that Lao Du knew about his sending people to No. 76.
In the past, he only thought that Lao Du was pretentious and didn't like to talk to each other.
It is obvious that he is a bad person who does all kinds of evil, so why do he still act like a thief and a noble person?
But now, when the other party really ignored him, Mr. Zhang felt panic again. He had many enemies. If he couldn't find a protective umbrella, he might not be able to leave Huangpu Beach alive.
Seeing that his brothers were running away less and less, Mr. Zhang became cruel: If that didn't work, he would leave these remaining brothers behind and just buy a ferry ticket to go to Hong Kong Island!
Unlike Mr. Zhang who was in a hurry, Jin Qing was happily chewing on the big elbow that Jin Fuyao had brought over.
Jin Fuyao, on the other hand, was like a beautiful butterfly, swaying in the east and west of the living room, non-stop.
The three-story western-style building where Jin Qing lives now was given to her by Mr. Ren some time ago.
This house is located on the busiest street in Huangpu, just across the street from Jin Fuyao's Fortune Flower.
Ever since Jin Qing got this house, Jin Fuyao had moved in consciously.
Without asking whether Jin Qingtong agreed, he directly occupied the third floor with the best view.
She didn't mention renting Jin Qing's house, but contracted the job of cleaning the house and providing Jin Qing with midnight snacks.
Knowing that Jin Qing loves to eat meat, Jin Fuyao would pack some meat for Jin Qing every night.
Seeing that Jin Fuyao was on the road, Jin Qing acquiesced to the other party's encroachment on his territory.
Throwing yesterday's flowers into the trash can, Jin Fuyao replaced the roses in the vase with dew-stained roses just delivered by the flower boy: "I heard that Mr. Du wanted to transfer the land in his hands to you, but you didn't want it."
Jin Qing asked without raising his head or looking away, "Who did you listen to?"
Jin Fuyao curled his lips: "An acquaintance."
Jin Qing snorted: "You have quite a few acquaintances, and there's nothing you can't turn around. He wants to do business with me, but I don't want to."
If you didn't smash up Du's opium shop, you would have given him a lot of face, okay?
Her requirements are not very high. Where she is, there cannot be a smoking den.
Jin Fuyao raised his eyebrows: "That's strange. It's rare that you still have money that you don't earn."
Jin Qing continued to struggle with the big elbow in his hand: "What's weird? You'll know later when you try the taste of that thing."
The feeling of excruciating pain was truly engraved in her bones and she would never forget it.
Jin Fuyao spat at Jin Qing: "That's nonsense. Why do I eat those pickled things so well?" There is still a person who has eaten those things.
After a moment of silence, Jin Fuyao continued: "You have been too aggressive recently. Mr. Zhang is a bit anxious. I heard that he went to see Boss Wang on the other side of the river, maybe to plot against you."
Jin Qing raised his eyelids and said, "Who is Boss Wang?" This man sounded fresh.
Seeing Jin Qing's question, Jin Fuyao began to educate Jin Qing: "The forces on Jiang's side are basically controlled by Ren Ye and his gang. Since this side is close to the concession, there are usually only armed fights and nothing much happens. event.
But those people on the other side of the river are all coolies. They don't have many high-end weapons and usually use axes. Boss Wang is the biggest gadfly in Huangpu. He specializes in assassination jobs and has a very bad reputation. "
Jin Fuyao's words were full of worry. Boss Wang's men were all desperate, and there were endless assassination methods. She was really worried that Jin Qing would fall into that man's trap.
Jin Qing asked in confusion: "Isn't I the biggest gadfly in Huangpu?" Why is there still someone trying to steal the character?
Jin Fuyao: "..." I don't know how to answer this.
After cleaning up the house, Jin Fuyao played a record on the gramophone, then turned to look at Jin Qing: "I want to dance, please accompany me."
Jin Qing wiped the oil from his mouth: "You want to eat shit and let me dance. Why don't you let me sing a song for you?"
Jin Fuyao gritted his teeth angrily: "It's okay, your singing and my dancing are quite artistic. Let me tell you, I was considered a famous dancer in the country back then. Others begged me not to see this scene."
After saying that, Jin Fuyao pulled the cigarette out of the stem and bit it directly in his mouth.
Then she picked up the front and back hems of the cheongsam and tied it around her waist, exposing her two long legs.
She raised her left and right hands, leaned back at the waist, and made a ballet take-off.
If you don't look at the naughty look with a cigarette in his mouth, with this action, he can really be called a professional dancer.
Jin Fuyao raised her chin to Jin Qing and said, "Come on, you can sing." It wasn't her fault, there was no dance in the world that she couldn't pick out.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at Jin Fuyao, thinking back to the songs she had heard recently. Well, there was one song that she could sing.
Seeing that Jin Qing was about to open his mouth, Jin Fuyao pointed his right foot to the ground, planning to perform a 360-degree jump on one foot for Jin Qing.
I think back then, she relied on this move to become popular throughout Huangpu Beach, killing countless men under her pomegranate skirt...
Who would have thought that just as she lifted her legs, she heard Jin Qing raise her voice: "Meat... buns~"
She recently learned this from the old man who sells steamed buns on the street. At that time, she thought the singing voice was very nice, but she didn't expect to use it today.
So, there really is nothing to learn in vain.
Jin Qing was sighing, but he heard Jin Fuyao let out a scream, and then fell heavily to the ground: "Quick, quick, my waist is twisted."
She was wrong, she shouldn't have let this woman sing any song.
Jin Qing curled his lips in disdain, but still quickly ran to Jin Fuyao and beat him up: "What else can you do."
Jin Fuyao's waist was in severe pain, but his mouth was still unforgiving: "If you hadn't screamed blindly, could I have twisted my waist? I have to go to work soon. Please help me call a doctor."
When Jin Qing heard that his proud singing voice was called nonsense by Jin Fuyao, Jin Qing said to Jin Fuyao, "No need, I know how to set bones."
