"Xafei Road 7..."
Shu Guan murmured these few words in his mouth.
These words represent a certain address.
After the battle at Fuhua Warehouse, the benevolent people discovered that Fuhua Ocean Trading Company was engaged in smuggling half-demon.
Then Shu Guan and Mu Yao immediately rushed to the office of Fuhua Ocean Trading Company in Jingcheng, only to find that Zhou Zhen, the person in charge of Fuhua Trading Company in Jingcheng, had already killed the man who took care of his daily life in advance. An old servant girl then disappeared.
In that room, there were many burned documents.
Shu Guan found an envelope in the brazier that had not been completely burned. There were several addresses of recipients left on the envelope. The words were "Shencheng Xiafei Road 7..."
Standing behind Fuhua Ocean Trading Company is the GLH company. According to the information Ouyang Hai gave him, including the photo of Pang Daokun and the old white man, it can be inferred that there is a high possibility that Pang Daokun is working for GLH. Company affairs.
So is the address on Zhou Zhen's envelope that was not completely burned the same as GLH's address in Shanghai?
...Pang Daokun comes to Xiafei Road every month...
Putting all the fragmentary clues together, it is indeed very possible that the GLH company has a base on Xiafei Road!
It's just that "7" on the envelope. Is it the number 7? Or in the seventies? Is there more than 700 numbers?
Shu Guan turned around and found that he happened to be standing at the door of No. 7 Xiafei Road.
This is a small cafe.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see only a few white customers sitting here and there.
At this point, only these white people would come here to have a leisurely cup of coffee.
Shu Guan looked at the cafe outside and then walked inside.
Apart from the few white customers in the cafe, there was only a sweet-looking young waitress sitting behind the counter.
When Shu Guan walked into the door, the waitress raised her head and glanced at him, but did not stand up to greet him. There was undisguised contempt in her eyes, and then she continued to admire her newly painted bright red nails.
He glanced around the small cafe, then walked past the counter and ordered a cup of coffee in fluent English.
The waitress looked at him in surprise, but the arrogance on her face did not weaken much.
Shu Guan found a seat by the window and sat down, and then observed everything in the cafe very carefully, every corner, every decoration, and even the expression on every customer's face.
After about a few minutes, the waitress said hello at the counter and motioned Shu Guan to go get the brewed coffee. When he was outside the store just now, Shu Guan clearly saw the waitress bringing a cup of coffee to the white customers. in front of you.
Shu Guan stood up, walked to the counter, took out a ten-yuan silver dollar, and placed it on the counter, without even looking at the cup of coffee.
The waitress seemed to realize something, frowned, put the banknote directly into the counter, and then continued to admire her newly painted nails.
"It seems you haven't asked me for the money yet."
Shu Guan said this.
"tip."
The waitress raised her head, glanced at him, and said this confidently.
"You didn't give me the service I deserved, so I can't tip you."
Shu Guan said to her seriously.
The waitress suddenly seemed to be irritated. She stood up and said to Shu Guan in a mocking tone:
"This is our rule. If you can't afford it, please don't come to our place in the future. As for the money you just paid, I won't refund it to you. Now please get out immediately."
"No, you must give me the extra money."
Shu Guan insisted.
The dispute between the two attracted the attention of the other customers in the coffee shop.
Because Shu Guan and the waitress communicated in Yinjili throughout the whole process, they naturally understood the cause and effect.
Then a rather tall and burly white man stood up and walked to the counter.
"Rachel, if you agree to go on a date with me tonight, I will help you solve this problem."
The white man said to the beautiful waitress with a smile.
"Okay, I can go on a date with you, Paul, and now please help me get rid of this annoying guy."
"As you command, my beautiful lady."
The white man turned his head, stretched out his hand to grab Shuguan's collar, and said with a joking smile:
"Huangpizhu, you are not welcome here, so you should go to your opium den."
This white man was about 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than Shu Guan, and extremely strong. When he stretched out his big hand to Shu Guan, everyone in the cafe thought that Paul could Easily throw the big Chinese man out the door.
But what happened next moment made them unable to believe their eyes.
Shu Guan raised his hand and grabbed the white man's wrist, and slapped his palm on the table, directly on the cup of coffee.
The coffee cup broke into sharp fragments and pierced into the white man's palm. After adding hot coffee, the white man let out a beast-like howl and fell to the ground with his bloody palm in his hands.
"Please give me the change."
Shuguan picked up a silk scarf on the counter, wiped the palms of his hands that were stained with a little coffee, and said calmly to the waitress.
The waitress had already turned pale with fright. She gingerly took out the banknote Shu Guan had just given her from under the counter and handed it over.
"I mean change. The money for this cup of coffee is mine, but the coffee cup doesn't count because he was the one who caused the trouble in the first place."
Shu Guan did not accept the banknote, but still said something calmly.
Then five minutes later, with trembling hands, the waitress finally counted the change that should be given to Shu Guan.
Shu Guan took the change, turned around and walked out of the cafe, but he did not go far, but came to a telephone pole not far away, stood behind the telephone pole, and continued to look at the coffee shop shop.
At this moment, several other customers in the coffee shop had helped the provocative white man up. Then the white man held his hand and walked out of the coffee shop cursing, as if he was going to the hospital.
The waitress grimaced and began to clean up the broken coffee cups on the floor.
The other guests continued to sit down and drink coffee and chat.
Shu Guan watched for ten minutes and finally shook his head.
There really isn't anything wrong with this coffee shop.
However, Shu Guan was not ready to check the house numbers one by one.
Number seventy? There are ten houses, which is okay, but what if there are more than 700 houses? That would have hundreds of houses to inspect.
And looking at the length of Xiafei Road, the house numbers may be in the thousands.
So the easiest way to do this is to use the dream-entrance technique on Pang Daokun.
Shu Guan turned around and left Xiafei Road.
It was only a few stops away from Gaojia Street, and Shu Guan was going to walk there directly.
…
An hour later, I walked leisurely all the way to Shuguan and arrived at No. 63 Gaojia Street.
This is a quite nice villa. The gray building is more than four stories high and there is a green lawn inside.
There were three children playing on the lawn. The eldest was eleven or twelve years old, and the younger was still a toddler.
Sitting on a deck chair by the lawn was a woman in her early thirties, with a beautiful face and an elegant temperament, looking at the three children with a gentle face.
Sure enough, as long as a practitioner is willing, he can live a good life in the mortal world.
Shu Guan put on a windbreaker he bought on the way here just now, and then put down the hood, covering most of his face. At the same time, his spiritual power was attached to the hood, so that other practitioners could easily see it. It is difficult to see his true face through the hood using Taoist magic.
Then he walked to the villa and rang the doorbell of the iron gate. The woman on the lawn looked up and looked over. She seemed a little surprised to see the figure outside the iron gate who covered her head and face with a windbreaker hood.
However, Luo Sheng's burly figure immediately appeared at the door of the building. He gestured to the woman to indicate that she did not need to get up, and then strode to the door.
"Who are you looking for?"
Luo Sheng asked in a deep voice.
"I am number 807 from last night."
Shu Guan lowered his head and said.
Luo Sheng suddenly showed a look of surprise, and his eyes became less wary.
However, he did not open the door, and still said to Shu Guan through the iron door:
"Have you brought anything?"
Shu Guan handed over the life-saving knife contained in a cloth bag.
After Luo Sheng took it, he opened it and looked at it carefully for a while.
"This is indeed a good knife."
"How about it, can it be repaired?"
"I can only say that I have to try it first before I know. I have only repaired one magic weapon before, and the grade of that magic weapon is not as high as your sword."
"Okay, how long do you need."
"Ten days. After ten days, come back here and take a look."
"Okay, how much do I need to give you?"
"If it's not repairable, I won't charge you any money. If it's good, we'll discuss it, but it won't be less than 100,000 silver dollars."
Shu Guan thought that it was no wonder that this man could afford to live in a villa in the prosperous place of Shanghai.
"no problem."
Then he nodded.
One hundred thousand silver dollars is nothing to him now.
For this little money, you can get a complete human-immortal magic weapon, which is not cheap at all.
In a few words, the two of them had already settled the matter.
"Is that your wife's child?"
Before leaving, Shu Guan couldn't help but asked curiously.
The gentle woman and the child were just ordinary people. Very few practitioners would marry ordinary people and have children.
Decades later, when your children grow up and get older, but you still maintain the same appearance, how will you get along with them then? Especially when your children pass away, I am afraid that even a practitioner will not feel the pain. It’s hard to bear!
Luo Sheng's expression turned cold instantly.
"It's none of your business, you can leave."
Under the hood of his windbreaker, Shu Guan smiled awkwardly, but he did realize that the question he just asked was a bit arrogant.
Then he immediately turned and left.
…
When I took the bus back to Lun Lane, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Shu Guan walked into the alley and found a black car parked in front of his horse racing studio.
Shu Guan's first reaction was whether Du Wenqiang came to see him again.
However, he soon discovered that although the black car looked very luxurious, it was definitely not Du Wenqiang's.
And Du Wenqiang will never drive the car into Duolun Lane.
Shu Guan walked over with some confusion. When he walked into the door of his horse racing studio, the people in the car seemed to have noticed him. Then the door opened and a middle-aged man in a velvet robe got out of the driver's seat. Fat man.
"Mr. Shu, you are finally back! I have been waiting here for you all day!"
After getting off the car, the fat middle-aged man immediately laughed and greeted Shu Guan.
Shu glanced at the fat middle-aged man and felt that he looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who he was.
The middle-aged fat man seemed to realize this, and quickly said:
"I, An Fengjun, met Mr. Shu last time at Mr. Du's house."
After being reminded by himself, Shu Guan finally remembered who this person was.
When I went to Du Wenqiang's home for a banquet a few days ago, I did meet this middle-aged fat man outside the gate of Du's mansion. Later at the banquet, Du Wenqiang also specially introduced this middle-aged fat man to him.
Although the middle-aged fat man named An Fengjun acted very humbly in front of Du Wenqiang at that time, since Du Wenqiang could introduce him specifically, it means that this middle-aged fat man is also a person of great status in Shanghai.
Shu Guan remembered that Du Wenqiang seemed to have introduced him at that time. This middle-aged fat man was also a figure in their youth gang. He was even higher than Du Wenqiang. He seemed to have opened many gambling brothels, and there seemed to be one that was very famous in Shanghai. ballroom.
There were too many people who came to greet Shu Guan that night, and Shu Guan didn't remember them very clearly.
"It turns out to be Mr. An. I wonder why Mr. An came to see me today."
At this time, Shu Guan smiled and nodded, but he knew naturally in his heart that there might be another business coming to his door.
"Something happened at my house, so I came here today to ask Mr. Shu for advice."
An Fengjun said quickly.
There was still a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the worry between his eyebrows.
"Come in and talk."
Shu Guan opened the door to the horse racing hall and walked in first.
