At the same time, at a wonton shop near Sifang Street and Nanlou Old Street in Jinmen.
Nanlou Old Street belongs to the place where miners lived before. Later, it became the settlement of many people from the lower class. To put it bluntly, it is a slum.
Even on the streets here, you can still smell the local stench, including the smell of rancid food and the excrement of nearby humans and animals.
In a big city like Jinmen, the difference between some prosperous areas and this place is completely different. The upper-level people can enjoy a life of luxury and luxury, while the lower-level people may live worse than the rats in the stinking ditch.
A burly man, as tall as a hill, was sitting in front of a wonton stall, with a bowl of steaming wontons in front of him. However, he had no time to look at it and only had a newspaper in his hand.
This newspaper is Ta Kung Pao. It was first published in Tianjin in 2002, ceased publication in 25 years, and resumed publication the following year.
The revision is also a good thing, because the Ta Kung Pao before the revision was fine 16 years ago. It dared to speak out and even dared to publicly criticize Yuan Datou in the early days.
However, after 16 years, the style of the journal suddenly changed, and it became more politically inclined towards Anfu and Japanese people. So far, the sales volume had dropped significantly. By 20 years, only dozens of copies were printed every day. Even so, no one cared about it. Officially discontinued after 25 years.
After the revision, the Ta Kung Pao began to lean towards the Nanjing government. People who know everything here will naturally understand.
Newspapers are the best place to express opinions in this era, and public opinion is another battlefield that must be paid attention to.
Although Ta Kung Pao is still biased in some places, this newspaper can see a lot of current affairs.
It's just that this thing is not popular in a place like Sifanglou. There are not many educated people here who can understand these words.
However, this big man with a strong and unusually strong body frowned as he looked at it, as if he could really understand the contents.
"Master Shan! I see that you often read newspapers. Can you really understand what's in this?"
The stall owner who was wiping the table put down the rag, put his hands on the table and looked at the man in front of him with a smile.
The man nodded slightly.
"Yeah, I understand."
After that, he said no more and continued to read the newspaper in his hand.
Seeing this, the stall owner shrugged. He was familiar with the man in front of him. He was an old neighbor in Sifanglou.
But I was away for a long time, and I just came back two months ago.
I thought that this man would go to the dock to work as a footman to make money to support his family, but no idea, this man was actually lucky enough to be appreciated by the eighth master of the south building.
Although it is still a bad business, at least you can live off the regular money and get paid without having to do too much work, which makes the stall owner very envious.
But it only takes a blink of an eye. Gangsters are a business that licks blood with a knife, and it may lead to death.
After the man finished his wontons quickly and left in a hurry, the stall owner looked at his wife.
"Hey, old woman, how did this mountain get mixed up with Master Ba?" The stall owner was a little curious, and his mother-in-law often had bad words with the neighbors. She was an expert in intelligence work, so she was right to ask.
The old woman who was helping to clear the tableware for the seats glanced at her man and said in a bad mood.
"What? Don't tell me that you still want to join a gang at your age, or I will chop you to death with a knife!"
"Hey! Look what you said, even if I want to, they can't have me!" The old man who owned the stall said helplessly.
"Okay, I know your virtue!"
The old woman shook her head and began to recall carefully, "I remember that a few days ago, Master Ba was chased and chopped down by the generals in the hands of Master Li from Nanshi.
We are also aware of Ba Ye’s situation, and he doesn’t exploit us old neighbors too seriously.
After Lao Baye died, he had always wanted to take back their family's land from Master Li.
From the beginning, Mr. Ba wanted to compete with Mr. Li in the fruit-explosion competition, but Mr. Ba was well prepared and won.
As a result, Mr. Li's cripple Zhang refused to admit his guilt, and a fight broke out between the two sides. Mr. Ba was chased for several streets. Later, Dashan, the boy, cut down the pursuers by himself.
Alas, this world is really getting more and more chaotic. "
Listening to what his mother-in-law said, the stall owner nodded and didn't feel surprised at all. He just spat at the cripple Zhang Qing under Master Li.
You must know that the rules of the world in Jinmen are different from those in other places.
Gangs in other places compete for territory based on who is ruthless, and the same is true in Jinmen, but in Jinmen, it is based on who is ruthless to their own people.
For example, when frying fruits, a dozen or so people are selected from both sides to draw lots, and a hot oil pan is set up in the middle.
The bosses on both sides began to draw lots, and the younger brother who was drawn had to jump into the frying pan without hesitation, competing to see who was tough enough and kept silent.
If you draw one of them here, and that person shrinks back and doesn't dare to jump into the frying pan, then he is a coward, and this game is considered a loss. The turf war is over, and the losing side has to give up the turf.
The reason why it is called fried fruit is because most of the brothers who jumped into the oil pan died.
It is said that the fried fruit is charred on the inside and tender on the outside. Once it is taken out and wrapped in oil cloth, it is called fried fruit.
Fried fruits in Jinmen are also snacks such as fried dough sticks. Using this word to refer to them can be regarded as having the same purpose but the same purpose.
Back in his yard, Dashan spread out the newspaper again, frowning more and more as he read.
Today's newspapers devoted a large space to describing the deeds of Outer Mongolia's rash southward movement despite the agreement.
Most of the articles are directed towards the southern government, saying that the principal has been actively negotiating and will definitely make the Outer Mongolians pay the price.
Dashan, who occasionally read newspapers, laughed at this.
Just listen to what the politicians say, but other than that, the situation described in the article is not optimistic.
In less than ten days, the Outer Mongols had pushed the front to the Chazhong area.
Checking....
"Master Zhao is in Chabei, right?"
Dashan's thick brows furrowed even deeper, and he continued to look down.
Sure enough, later newspapers began to make up for it. Yan Ming, General Zhang Li under Marshal Yan, had assigned an independent regiment to garrison on the Chazhong front line.
Finally, the article summarizes, describes General Zhang's past deeds, and states that Outer Mongolia must be blocked in the front line of inspection and counterattack if necessary!
"What's wrong with Mr. Zhao? Why didn't you mention anything?"
After reading it several times, Dashan still didn't see any mention of Mr. Zhao in the newspaper, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more serious.
He wished he could rush there immediately, but unfortunately, he had joined the Jinmen Youth Gang and went north without any reason, and he would definitely be punished with death by a thousand cuts.
Secondly, rush over now, I'm afraid the day lilies will be cold.
Even if there is a train from Jinmen to Chabei, it will probably take more than half a month.
He could only wait for several brothers who were familiar with Chahar's situation to help find Zhao Ming's whereabouts.
