Zhang Qilu's luxury car drove to the intersection of Changle Road, which was completely blocked by security guards. Among the security officers there were some people wearing suits with stand-up collars. Ordinary people may not know these people, but everyone in the world knows that they are people from the Civil Special Committee.
"Hurry up and leave." A young security guard stepped forward to drive away Zhang Qilu's luxury car.
Liu Silong rolled down the window and pointed to his license plate coolly.
The security guard didn't know what to do. He didn't know what this girl meant. There was only order in his heart. They received the highest order. Even if the mayor came, they couldn't enter at will. An inexplicable anger suddenly rose. I was called here early in the morning before dawn, and I still don’t know what happened. How can I not be angry? This bastard who drives a luxury car is some blind rich second generation, and he just uses it to vent his anger.
Just when he was about to get angry, a middle-aged man in a stand-up collar suit trotted to the car and dragged the rash security guard away. Just look in the window.
Liu Silong smiled when he saw the person coming and stuck out his tongue at the people outside the car.
"Qilu, I met an acquaintance. It's Brother Ma Decai."
"Let him get in the car."
Ma Decai sat next to Zhang Qilu in the back row with a flattering smile on his face. They met several times when they were in Xiangjiang. Zhang Qilu knew this man's character. Although he looked slick and philistine on the surface, Ma Decai was actually principled and capable of doing things. He was a trustworthy person.
"Transferred to Shanghai?"
"Yes, the past two years have not been peaceful in Shanghai and the sea."
"Congratulations, if you take one more step up, you can enter the center."
"For your kind words, Master Zhang, it's great that you're here. Come in and take a look. Logically speaking, our young master should have come out long ago."
"Don't worry, I've already asked people to go in and inquire. Don't worry, Lao Ma will tell you what happened there."
"There is a bar inside called Yan Huan Night."
"I know this. This bar belongs to Jianghu. Qin Dao and I came to Shanghai together. He told me that he would come here."
"I have been waiting here all night. The young master must be in trouble."
"Who did he bring in with him?"
"Ah Fu, Ah Lu, Ah Shou, Miss Ruyi and Huanxi. The young master also led three teams, a total of eighteen people, to guard the outside of the bar."
"Then don't worry. Don't tell anyone else. Huanxi's luck has been getting stronger and stronger over the years. A few years ago, he found the best woman in the world as his wife. I have seen that woman, she is perfect. She is beautiful, has a first-class figure, is gentle and skillful, well-educated, and eloquent. She is simply the most perfect wife in the hearts of all men. Except for her short life, she is impeccable. If his wife does not have children, she can live for another ten years. If only If you have one child, you can live for another five years. If the two children are not born together, it will not be a big problem to live for another two or three years. Unfortunately, she met joy."
"Is this considered luck?"
"That's how a person with strong luck is. He can easily get all the best things in the world. People with weak luck and weak body will always have a short life when they are around him."
"How can that be considered a lucky star?" Kan Shula
"The blessings he gives can only be tolerated if the life is strong enough. No one in this world can hurt Qin Dao in front of joy, so don't worry."
"There are three friends of Master Europa inside."
"The big German guy is here too?"
"Yes, Master Zhang, you'd better go and have a look."
"Don't worry, wait until my man comes back and let's talk about who he is confronting." Zhang Qilu is now very sure that it is impossible for Qin Dao to suffer a loss inside.
Ma De just started to talk about what happened last night. When he talked about the two children entering the bar, Zhang Qilu interrupted him.
"Yes, two children, about ten years old, one boy and one girl. They all have Western faces. Master Zhang, with all due respect, my first feeling when I saw these two children was just like when I saw you. .”
"This is very interesting. But it should be impossible for them to confront Qin Dao on an equal footing."
"Yes, half an hour after the two children entered, two more people entered."
"who?"
"I don't know. He's wearing a black windbreaker, covering his head and face."
"How long have you been in there?"
Madecai looked at his watch. "It's six o'clock in the morning now, and I've been in there for more than half an hour. Master Zhang, I'm still a little worried..."
Zhang Qilu suddenly raised his hand to silence Ma Decai. He put his ear to the back of the back seat. This was a four-seater car. No one knew what Zhang Qilu was doing, but everyone noticed that Zhang Qilu's expression had changed significantly. His brows furrowed and his expression became unnatural.
Who is Zhang Qilu? When he was a teenager, he was able to stir up the world in a wheelchair. On the outlying islands of Xiangjiang, he became famous by defeating several top foreign players in one battle. In recent years, many major events have happened outside of China. Most people No one knows who did it, but people who are well-informed know that these things were done by two young people from China. Not to mention the panic expression, Zhang Qilu has not shown an expression for a long time. There are not many things in this world that can make Zhang Qilu change his color. What exactly happened in that bar.
"There's some trouble, I'll go in right away."
Zhang Qilu quickly passed Changle Road alone. When he crossed the security cordon, almost no one noticed him. There were still some Jianghu people on guard around the street. Zhang Qilu is half a Shanghainese, but he has almost never been to Shanghai. At this moment, he was surprised by the old buildings on both sides of the road. These houses are in good condition. Experts must have recently restored these houses using old-fashioned methods, keeping these buildings as they were a hundred years ago.
Suddenly Zhang Qilu stopped. Things in the corner of the house attracted him. Zhang Qilu walked to the corner and wiped the bottom row of tiles in the house. The bottom floor of the house is actually a row of white tiles. These tiles are not ordinary tiles. They are old objects from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. Each brick has a pattern on it. The pattern on each brick is different. Four bricks or Eight bricks are arranged in a group, each telling a story.
Zhang Qilu waved two fingers in the air, and a gust of wind blew by, revealing the true appearance of the tiles in the bottom row of the entire row of houses. At a glance, among the hundreds of ceramic tiles, none of them have a repeating pattern. These tiles confirm the quality of the old houses in this area. Even if the people who lived on this street a hundred years ago were not rich and wealthy, they were probably educated people who had high requirements for quality of life. It also proves that the person who renovated this place is also a person who pursues culture and is paranoid and persistent.
Zhang Qilu carefully scanned the stories on the tiles. Most of them were classic stories from Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. There were stories about Zigong redeeming people, Zilu receiving an ox, Zhuangzhou dreaming of butterflies, and some such as breaking a bowl. Buddhist stories such as the Robber and the Dutiful Son. This time the ceramic tiles are neither very precious nor very valuable. They can only be said to be rare.
Shanghai has experienced wars for hundreds of years, and these tiles cannot be so complete. To complete these old objects, you need to find them all over Shanghai, and you need to dig them out all over China. This is not an easy task. This is not something that a native of Western Fujian would do. It is not easy to read these hundreds of seemingly short stories now, let alone complete them. If you are willing to spend the time At this time, people who do such things are definitely not simple.
Zhang Qilu knew how this land lord got around all these years, and the Qianju Sect had secretly helped him several times. This street was secretly acquired and renovated by the landlord when he opened a bar a few years ago. It seemed that there was an expert around him, and a person suddenly appeared in Zhang Qilu's mind.
Zhang Qilu looked towards the bar. A formation was set up at the door of Ruyi Bar, and Lu Huanxi was protecting her. There are ten apocalyptic warriors outside him who are ready to move, but they dare not get close. It is obvious that this formation has made them suffer.
Zhang Qilu did not go to break up the confrontation at the door of the bar, but disappeared from the spot in a flash.
"Why are you here?"
There are three people confronting each other on the stage on the first floor of the bar, and Qin Dao is the first to speak.
"Why can't I be here."
"Has the matter in Japan been settled? Kimura Shunlan."
"Thanks to Master Qin and Master Zhang
Fu, I came to Japan three years ago and helped me solve all my troubles at once. Now Japan has Hai Qing He Yan. "
"He Qing Haiyan, you came to China to cause trouble for us, right?"
"No, no, I think you misunderstood that I am representing Scientology now and I am here to discuss business with you, Master Qin."
"When we talk about business, are you Mammon?"
"Master Qin actually knows Mammon. He has indeed come to Shanghai, but I am not Mammon."
"Then what's your name? You're not really just a messenger, are you?"
"Levitam."
Qin Dao narrowed his eyes when he heard the name.
"Levitan, the God of Chaos. This code name suits you very well. You are the one who is afraid of chaos in the world."
"Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. I just hope the world can become a better place."
"How can I get better?"
"Just like what Qin Shihuang did, the cars tracked the same track, the books shared the same text, the travels were the same, the land was in the same region, the weights were the same, and the coins were the same shape. There was only one voice in the whole world. Everyone was working in the same direction, so that the world could have Better development."
"Are you talking to me about good war and bad peace? Do you deserve to be a Japanese? Do you think you can become a second-class citizen in this way?"
"I have never considered myself a Japanese. They are just some dirty bugs. Most of the blood flowing in my body is Chinese blood."
"Chinese, you are worthy."
Silence, the entire bar was deathly silent. Qin Dao rarely showed his joy and anger, and it was even rarer to be angry with someone like this.
"Why are you here?" A voice broke the silence. The voice was hollow and ethereal, and there seemed to be a touch of anger and disappointment in it. The voice came from behind Qin Dao, and everyone looked over.
Who else is the speaker if it's not Zhang Qilu?
