Luo Heng had planned from the beginning that he would not let Zhou Qingquan use the money from selling tobacco to open a cotton yarn mill in Foshan.
Now Lao Zhou changed to buy a ship and run transportation.
Doing business with a group of ghost gangsters across the ocean.
Pouring tobacco from India to Birmingham.
Luo Heng didn't want to worry about it anymore. The batch of tobacco was originally an unexpected harvest, and he had no intention of making a fortune from it in the first place.
Just let it go and leave it to Zhou Qingquan.
"What's the background of those people?" Luo Heng then remembered that he only heard Lao Zhou talking about Birmingham and didn't even ask about the other party's background.
Zhou Qingquan rubbed his hands and frowned: "I heard that it seems to be called a razor blade?
"Do you think these ghost guys are weird? Our place is either called the Ax Gang or the Knife Club. One gang is called the Razor Blade Club. This can't scare people."
Luo Heng suddenly thought of a possibility.
Some people were surprised: "Did you translate it wrong? They call it the Razor Party?"
Zhou Qingquan was stunned for a moment.
He nodded and smiled: "That's a good name. It sounds much better than razor blades."
Luo Heng looked at Zhou Qingquan strangely.
Suddenly he smiled and said: "I have a dozen people going to Hong Kong Island. Please help me find a boat to send them there.
"The boat ticket will be deducted from my share. I don't want to ask what you and your friend named Shi want to do. Please don't come to me in the future, okay?"
Zhou Qingquan was stunned.
He asked curiously: "Do you know how much an ocean freighter can earn per year now?"
Luo Heng shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I will leave my money to you. If I lose, I won't ask you. If I make a profit, you will share the dividends.
"I won't ask you what you want to do, and don't tell me. Just help my people go to Hong Kong Island, and the ferry tickets will be sent to the boxing gym. It's a happy decision."
He ignored Zhou Qingquan and turned to the confused ghost guy.
Luo Heng suddenly grabbed this guy's neck.
She leaned close to his ear and chuckled: "Brother, I didn't believe there was a god in this world before, but then because of some things, I'm a little confused now.
"I don't know if there are really some superior guys who are watching our current conversation.
"But what is certain is that even if that kind of existence really exists, this is Foshan, and the person looking at us is either Buddha or Sanqing. It will never be Jesus..."
Smith shook her head and waved her hands: "No... no no, my friend, God is..."
"No, just listen to me." Luo Heng interrupted.
He continued: "Of course I also respect your god. Do you know what I particularly admire about Brother Su?"
Not to mention Miss Smith's confused look, Zhou Qingquan was also confused.
I don't understand what Luo Heng wants to say at all.
Luo Heng patted Gui Lao hard on the shoulder.
He smiled and said, "When Jesus was young, he actually had twelve fucking friends. If this is true, I would be convinced that he would become a god!"
Walking out of the bank laughing.
Luo Heng would not ask what Zhou Qingquan would do next.
Razor Party, Birmingham…
Do you really think that my brother has never watched TV?
What the hell Miss Smith? Luo Heng also remembered who that guy was. He clearly had the last name Fu.
A guy who messed with someone else's sister and also wanted to deal with someone else's business.
Suddenly ran to the east and wanted to help the gangs open up the east-west trade route? Are you really that easy to fool as a buddy?
After returning to the boxing gym, Luo Heng continued to understand the secrets of dark energy.
It is indeed true that many friends lead to many paths.
Before it got dark, Zhou Qingquan sent someone to send news that there was a cargo ship passing Foshan in the evening, and its destination was Hong Kong Island.
The brothers in the boxing gym have already made preparations.
Send the third senior brother, his family, and six boxing gym disciples to board the ship at the pier.
Luo Heng and Ma San returned to the boxing gym.
Suddenly so many people left.
Nuoda's boxing gym seemed a little deserted.
"When do we leave?"
Seeing Luo Heng standing beside the wooden pile in a daze, Ma San frowned and asked.
"Tomorrow morning, we will take the train to Shanghai..."
Luo Heng came to his senses and responded casually.
Ma San frowned: "There is a boat from Guangzhou to Shanghai. Why do we need to take a train? It will take two more days on the way."
Luo Heng smiled.
He replied: "I'm stopping by to see some friends."
At this time, Chen Shi came out of the room and said with a smile: "Master Luo, you are leaving tomorrow. I will buy some wine to bid you farewell tonight."
Luo Heng thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's not that troublesome. Since we want to drink, why not go out to eat together so that we don't have to come back to clean up."
In the past, the chores of cooking and washing dishes in the boxing gym were all done by Ah Hou and his friends.
Luo Heng really didn't want to ask for this trouble.
The three of them went out together.
It was getting late, and all the restaurants and bars on the street were closed.
After searching around, I found that the only places where you can eat, drink and do business at this hour are entertainment clubs like Jinlou and Changsantangzi...
The three of them looked at each other and understood each other tacitly.
No one said anything and just chose the higher-grade Jinlou.
When a guest comes in, the waiter who greets him immediately comes forward.
Luo Heng was recognized at first sight.
He was stunned on the spot.
"What are you doing standing around like that? Go and prepare a table for us and pick out the wine."
Luo Heng gave instructions and led the way upstairs.
The little boy came to his senses and hurried inside.
The three of them arrived upstairs and randomly chose a box to sit down.
There was a faint sound of singing in the distance, and figures in various cheongsams walked gracefully in the corridor.
The warm fragrance overflows, and when people are in it, they will have a charming atmosphere unconsciously.
Lao Deng is simply the local emperor who dominates Foshan’s nightlife market.
This business is great and it really wins the hearts of customers!
Not long after the three of them sat down, a person suddenly walked in at the door.
Luo Heng thought that the speed at which Jinlou served food was so impressive...
Looking up, he saw Lao Deng holding an emerald cigarette holder. He frowned and sat down, glaring at Luo Heng and said, "Little Chi, what are you doing here?"
"Of course it's for dinner, Uncle Deng, you're open for business, don't you understand these rules?"
Luo Heng replied nonchalantly and sneered: "You are the shopkeeper and know better than me what kind of place Jinlou is.
"If a few girls came in from outside just now, I would take it as a sign that your service was attentive and I would give you a tip before leaving.
"But you, the big shopkeeper, came over angrily and asked the guests what they were doing. Isn't it a bit annoying?"
Uncle Deng took two long puffs of cigarette and said angrily: "When you eat, just eat honestly. Don't cause trouble today. Go back as soon as possible after eating."
After saying that, he nodded to Ma San again, cupped his hands and said, "I still have something to do over there, so I won't stay with you any longer..."
Before leaving, he glared at Luo Heng again, turned around and went out.
Brother Yong, who was leaning against the door, moved his mouth, stopped talking, and left together.
Luo Heng was in a state of confusion.
After a while, a woman wearing a cheongsam came over with wine and food.
"Today's table was given by the shopkeeper as a gift. Please use it if you please..."
After putting away the last dish, the charming woman in a cheongsam gave Luo Heng a sweet smile and cooed.
Luo Heng's heart moved.
He looked at Chen Shi and Ma San.
Throwing out the sentence: "You guys eat first, I'll go relieve myself..."
He followed the woman out of the box.
Seeing Luo Heng chasing after her, the woman stopped at the end of the corridor, leaned against the corner, and said with a charming smile: "Master Luo, do you want to eat, or do you want to do something else? If I don't wait for you, are you? Don’t we have to chase him to the kitchen?”
Luo Heng smiled and said: "Sisters, you can be considered promoted. From Changsantang to Jinlou, your worth has skyrocketed, right?"
The woman was the two sisters who were night shift technicians that she met at Changsantang before.
The two met as acquaintances.
"Isn't this a blessing to Master Luo? I still want to find an opportunity to thank Master Luo."
The two sisters smiled coquettishly and leaned towards Luo Heng as if their bodies had no bones.
Luo Heng calmly took a step back and leaned his back against the wall of the corridor.
"Let me ask you, are there any special guests in Jinlou tonight? Why are those people in Lao Deng so nervous?"
The two sisters rolled their eyes: "Oh, I just came here, how do you know about those big shots..."
Luo Heng frowned and said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, just say what you can. If you can't say get out, I will go find it myself."
The twin sisters had seen with their own eyes that Luo Heng fought off Brother Yong and even choked Uncle Deng in front of him.
The same red card for Chang Santang.
She also heard about the whereabouts of Sister Feng, who was now the county magistrate's wife.
Seeing Luo Heng really put down his face.
Not daring to make another mistake, he gritted his teeth and said in a lowered voice: "I really don't know what's going on, but in the past two days, a group of people from Japan have been running into the building every day.
"As soon as those people came, Uncle Deng was in a bad mood and had a gloomy face all day long..."
Luo Heng was stunned.
Suddenly I remembered that I seemed to have seen a group of Japanese people at the dock before.
Are those guys still in Foshan?
Why do Japanese people look for Lao Deng?
The doubts in his heart were even heavier, but he also knew that he couldn't get information on this level from his sisters.
Turning his hand, a silver dollar popped out and fell into the hands of the two sisters.
"I'll give you tea here, just pretend I didn't ask."
The two sisters took the money, bowed their heads and thanked them: "Thank you, Mr. Luo, for your reward..."
Turned around and went to the kitchen.
In fact, she was always placed in Changsantang before, even if she was moved to Jinlou for some reasons.
I can no longer receive guests like the girls in the Golden Building.
After all, if the man who comes to Jinlou knows that the teacher he spends a lot of money on, he used to work the night shift in Changsantang.
That will damage your reputation.
Luo Heng did not go back to find Ma San and Chen Shi, but walked along the corridor.
Turning a corner, I happened to see Brother Yong and Brother Shou sitting at the door of a private room.
At the table on the other side near them.
Several men sitting upright, neither of them spoke...
Luo Heng frowned slightly, looking at those people who seemed familiar.
But I'm not sure if I've seen it before...
I was thinking about whether to come up and strike up a conversation to test it out.
Then the door to the room suddenly opened.
A man with a round shave came out side by side with Lao Deng.
"Mr. Miura, I will definitely convey your proposal to the boss. You also know that although we people run the Golden Building, we cannot be the master..."
Uncle Deng said as he walked.
The Japanese named Miura bowed sternly to the old man.
He said in blunt Chinese: "Then please leave it to Mr. Yu. Please convey that we are very sincere in seeking cooperation..."
Luo Heng felt an evil fire rising in his heart.
Judging from the meaning of this conversation, Lao Deng and his gang are discussing cooperation with the little devil.
Damn it, these old guys are really not good birds.
Luo Heng also recalled at this time, isn't this Miura the Japanese military officer obsessed with martial arts in the movie "Ip Man 1"?
What kind of cooperation can be discussed with people from the Japanese military community when they come to Jinlou?
Suddenly, Luo Heng thought of a possibility.
Ding Lianshan!
The Japanese have been looking for the whereabouts of Ding Lianshan, the ghost in the Northeast.
Not long ago, Ding Lianshan appeared in Jinlou.
Look at Lao Deng chatting happily with the Japanese people.
Luo Heng wished he could rush out immediately and expose this guy's hypocrisy to his face.
Dad is also blind to be brothers with such a person.
Looking at the Japanese people who were sitting before, they all stood up at this time.
Miura bowed in unison, imitating the leader.
He pulled the clothes around his waist, revealing a bulge.
Luo Heng knew in his heart that these people should all be carrying guns.
It was different from the group of country thugs brought by Wu Zhichong and Hu Wan last time.
These people are from the military and their marksmanship is definitely better than Huang Silang's men.
Luo Heng quietly retreated to the corridor and left slowly with gentle steps.
Damn, it’s a shame that my buddy wasn’t stupid enough to believe Liu Rui’s words before.
This old lamp is not a good thing!
Luo Heng had something on his mind.
When he returned to the private room, his face didn't look good.
Chen Shi and Ma San immediately noticed something strange about him.
Both of them are a little strange.
But he didn't ask anything.
Chen Shi and Ma San were not very fond of each other. During this period, the two of them often had tit-for-tat verbal exchanges.
It would have been better to have Luo Heng as a buffer in the middle.
Next, Luo Heng didn't have the time to pay attention to the two of them, and the food and wine no longer tasted good.
After eating a few hasty bites, he proposed to go back and rest.
The three of them returned to the boxing gym.
Luo Heng had no intention of chatting and went back to their houses to rest.
Before entering the door, Luo Heng looked at Ma San thoughtfully.
This guy was originally a traitor who surrendered to the enemy.
But now that I am following myself, such a thing should never happen.
Seeing Ma San turning around to open the door.
Luo Heng suddenly shouted: "Ma San..."
Ma San turned back curiously: "Is something wrong?"
"I heard that there are many Japanese people in the Northeast. Do you recognize them?"
Ma San was startled: "There are indeed many, and I know a few of them. What's wrong?"
Luo Heng retracted his hand into his sleeve, put his spirit quietly into his backpack, and asked calmly: "I heard that they have an upright behavior and know etiquette. It must be good to be friends with them, right?"
Ma San frowned and said: "The Japanese won the naval battle and were forced to clear the land and pay compensation. In the past few years, they have also been domineering in the Northeast. They relied on national power and did not take ordinary Chinese people into their hearts. Things that oppressed the people often happened.
"I have never regarded those people as friends. Where did you hear that they know etiquette and observe etiquette? I think Xiao Dongying only knows small etiquette and no big etiquette."
Luo Heng nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I just heard about it. I just thought of it and asked casually. Get some rest early. Let's set off early tomorrow morning..."
Ma San looked strangely as Luo Heng opened the door and entered the room.
He frowned and stood there thinking for a while. He really couldn't tell what Luo Heng was thinking, so he turned around and went back to the house...
I didn't realize that Ma San at this time had the idea of leaning on the Japanese.
I think in the original drama, Ma San was expelled back to the Northeast by his master Gong Baosen.
He was forced to not become famous for ten years.
Resentment arose in his heart, and finally he chose a Japanese as his backer and became the chairman of the martial arts association established by the Puppet Manchukuo. He fell out with his master and forced his debut...
Luo Heng did not light the lamp and sat on the edge of the bed in the darkness. After a moment, he suddenly turned over his hands.
Take a loaded pistol from your backpack...
(End of chapter)
