In the private room on the second floor, Ye Haoran sat on the sofa with little Abao and Feng Shizhen in his arms.
Several brothers nervously selected the young ladies who lined up.
As for what you can do when you come here, you will naturally understand.
Ye Haoran really listened to the song for a long time, and he listened to it with two little girls. In fact, it was not any better than little Abao. They were both from Yeluzi.
We didn't go back to the inn to rest until midnight. After a long drought, there was naturally another bloody storm.
Feng Shizhen, who suffered so much for you from another Fang family, was so excited by the noise that he almost didn't sleep well.
In the next few days, Ye Haoran followed the two little girls around, visiting various scenic spots and busy streets, but nothing happened.
Just when Ye Haoran was relaxing, something big happened in Songlu.
The right-hand man of the father of the Kuomintang was assassinated by an unknown person at the bridge just out of the French Concession.
This starts from the third day when Ye Haoran went to Jinling.
At this time, Lin Huai was idle at the dock, with the butterfly knife flying up and down in his hand, and the afterimages were dizzying.
A boy in kung fu costume ran to Lin Huai: "Brother, there is action over there. They are all people coming from Pier 4. The accent sounds wrong to me, maybe they are from the north."
"What's going on with Wangcai?"
"Wangcai has just left home, and his brothers are still following him."
Lin Huai put away the butterfly knife in his hand and landed it firmly in his hand: "Let's go and take a look."
He left the dock with no one else but the two men who reported the news.
Pier 4 is Zhao Huaan's power. According to Lin Huaan's understanding, Zhao Huaan often does sneaky things. If Ye Haoran hadn't specially told Lin Huaan to keep a low profile recently, Lin Huaan might have gone up to him.
After a while, Lin Huai found his target. The codename "Wangcai" was the dog sitting in the rickshaw.
Touching Colt on his waist, Lin Huai was already ready to take action. If this failed, Lin Huai could only take action himself.
As expected, the rickshaw ran towards the outside of the concession. He didn't know what method was used to trick him out, but Lin Huai knew very well that the other party would never dare to do anything inside the French Concession.
"Brother, we are about to cross the bridge. Shall we go there now?"
I was just about to follow.
There was a "bang" gunshot.
Lin Huai hurriedly pulled his younger brother to squat on the ground, staring at the rickshaw.
After a few breaths, the people in the rickshaw did not run down, but there was a "bang bang bang" sound of fighting back.
"There are indeed bodyguards."
He groaned secretly, but looked towards the bridge.
"Brother, Wangcai should be dead. Do you want me to go over and confirm."
"No, just watch here."
Lin Huai never took his eyes off the rickshaw and didn't even dare to blink.
Before the two parties fired many shots, one of them began to retreat. Lin Huai knew that the people fleeing were the people from the north. They might have succeeded, or they might be retreating temporarily.
However, the people on the rickshaw did not get off the rickshaw, and the possibility of death was very high. Lin Huai did not dare to be 100% sure, fearing that he was injured but not dead.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the policemen from the patrol house surrounded the bridge. The patrolmen from the Chinese and Concession areas were also present, and they were passing the buck between each other.
Lin Huai took advantage of the gap and walked over, pretending to be passing by and looking inside the rickshaw.
After careful identification and confirmation that it was that person, he pretended to leave the scene and return to the dock.
That night, Li Zhongfei pulled out all the troops and blocked the streets and alleys, including the dock. No one could leave Songlu without Li Zhongfei's order.
In fact, it was just a show. He knew very well what was going on, and it was all within Ye Haoran's plan.
Before Ye Haoran left here to go to Jinling, Ye Haoran told Li Zhongfei that once there was a targeted action, the people would be pulled out to show off, not only to show their loyalty to the Kuomintang, but also to show their authority. () A sense of presence.
How could you not want such a free reputation?
In fact, Li Zhongfei knew where the assassins were, but he just didn't want to catch them and couldn't catch them.
If someone is arrested, it means that he has completely defected to the Kuomintang, and now the gain outweighs the loss by being exposed.
It doesn't matter whether the patrol room can catch him or not, but he, Li Zhongfei, must not participate.
"Brother, those people are still in the warehouse at Pier 4. Should we tell the patrol room?"
"Don't meddle in other people's business. Just pretend you don't know and mind your own business."
Lin Huai warned the younger brother next to him.
After dark, I drove Ye Haoran's car back to Ye's Garden.
After Ye Haoran left Songlu, Ye's garden and car were left to Lin Huai to take care of. Ye Haoran really didn't feel at ease if they were left to others.
Li Zhongfei withdrew his troops before the city was closed for a few days. Someone reported that those who carried out assassinations had fled by boat in the concession. The concession was not Li Zhongfei's territory, so it was naturally not under his control.
There was no need to seal the city since everyone had left, and it wasn't him who had the headache.
People die every day, but the death of a man named Wang still caused quite a shock. He was an important figure in the Kuomintang and Mr. Sun's right-hand man.
Within a few days, newspapers appeared, accusing Yuan Datou of not being a human being and so on.
As a result, within a month, Yuan Datou also disappeared. If many people had not confirmed that Yuan Datou died of illness, they would even doubt whether it was the retaliation of the Kuomintang.
One wave after another, Yuan Datou left too suddenly, and there was no one with enough prestige to inherit the position. The Zhili, Feng, and Anhui cliques began to rule each other.
Officially entered the era of warlord separatism and melee.
Another month later, the Kuomintang officially issued a document in the French Concession to inform the whole country, and changed its activities from underground to public.
The situation was extremely chaotic for a while, and even Ye Haoran's business was slightly affected.
But Ye Haoran didn't care at all, this was just the beginning.
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"Master, Lin Huai sent a telegram."
"Let me see."
Ever since Ye Haoran left Songlu for Jinling, he has never gone back and has been living in Jinling. Abao and Feng Shizhen go to school and come back to accompany Ye Haoran after school, and occasionally go out to play together.
Looking at the telegram in hand, Lin Huai reported on the recent situation at the dock and cloth factory, including the assassination of Wang Gou.
The second thing was that people traveling to and from Peiping for business brought news that the sister of Ye Haoran's third uncle's family, who was studying opera, got married.
Ye Haoran has always been curious about this sister. She is related by blood but has never met her.
But since she can bring the news, it means that this sister still cares about her family, but she just doesn't know when she can see her.
There was one last thing on the telegram.
The Gu family, the shipping king, hoped that Ye Haoran would come to visit him when he had time, saying that he had some things to talk about, but it was not urgent, as long as Ye Haoran had free time.
"Go and send a telegram to Lin Huai and tell him that I will return in a while and ask him to keep a low profile."
"I understand, Master."
The younger brother just went out. Feng Shizhen, who was eating grapes beside him, felt a little disappointed.
"Brother Ran, you have to go back so soon."
"What, you can't bear to leave me?"
Ye Haoran teased Feng Shizhen. Little Abao was not in the house. She went shopping with two bodyguards. Recently, Abao became obsessed with painting, and it was also Western painting. This time she went out to buy paints.
Feng Shizhen was shy and didn't speak. Ye Haoran stretched out his hand and pulled Feng Shizhen into his arms, and asked with a smile: "When you graduate and return to Songlu, can I marry you as your concubine?"
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