The man said: "I didn't come with you."
"Oh." Lin Yue looked at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers: "The work of the Blue Clothes Club is not easy to do."
Xiantiantian's expression changed: "Your job is even harder to do."
Lin Yue shrugged: "Being a nanny is not easy. It breaks my heart, but you get used to it after you go through it a lot."
"I didn't expect them to cause trouble for you, and I didn't expect you to kill them all, but you were so cruel."
God knows what Lin Yue did in Fengtian. Ma San was deposed, and the forces and individuals who relied on him will inevitably fall apart. Now, except for Ding Lianshan who does not care about worldly affairs, the third and fifth elders of the Xingyi Bagua Sect and their disciples After Lin Yue was killed, this great martial art sect entrenched in the north, even if it did not reach the point of annihilation, would still be severely damaged. If there is no strong man to turn the tide, I am afraid it will collapse and decline ever since.
Lin Yue said: "I didn't kill them all."
Xiantiantian glanced at the fifth master's body and laughed dumbly.
"The train is about to arrive at the station. Let's leave quickly at this moment."
Xiantian used the key he found from the Japanese soldier to open the door. Lin jumped over and took a look, and the train was indeed slowing down.
He felt in his pocket and took out the razor he had lost to him yesterday.
"I don't have a hobby of collecting other people's food."
Throwing the things behind his back, he grabbed his windbreaker and jumped out of the car.
Pa~
Get the razor.
Xianxiantian stuck his head out and took a look at the figure walking on the outside of the track with his back to the train and remained silent.
…
Because of the incident between the Third Master and the Fifth Master, it took Lin Yue a few more days to return to Guangdong.
It was early 1940, and the Japanese army transferred troops from northern Guangdong to Guangxi. Some boxers who had fled westward when the Japanese army attacked Guangdong fled again with their families. Lin Yue took some of them from Guangxi back to Guangdong and moved to Hong Kong.
In the second half of 1940, he returned to HK and stayed there for a year, because among the people who were taken to HK for refuge, there were more than 300 mainland boxers alone, and some of them brought their families with them. These people had to live , but the market in HK is so big, so many people come in all at once, making it very difficult to find a job.
He had to think of some profitable business to help those people get through this difficult time. For example, we contract terminals, enter the fishing industry, carry out ocean-going trade, and smuggle arms and medicines inland, etc., and strive to improve the business ecology and establish and improve related industrial chains.
In the second half of 1941, he launched business cooperation with compatriots living in Thailand, investing most of his savings over the years into the local market, lobbying and threatening, and using both carrot and stick, to transfer almost 35% of mainland boxers.
People didn't understand why he did this until the Pacific War broke out and Hong Kong was quickly occupied by the Japanese army.
In the following months, Southeast Asia, with the exception of Thailand, fell one after another, and large-scale massacres, massacres, looting and other evil deeds occurred in many places.
Some people who were dissatisfied with him becoming ruthless and unreasonable at the end of 1941 suddenly realized that it was not Lin Yue who had changed, but the situation had changed, and he had to do this. Because after the Japanese occupied Hong Kong, the Lam Group, as a commercial organization at the forefront of the anti-Japanese war, attracted extremely fierce retaliation. Both fishing boats and cargo ships, as well as real estate in Hong Kong, were confiscated by the Japanese army, and their employees were Expelled, even beaten.
Although their living conditions in Thailand are poorer, they don't have to worry about being killed by the Japanese.
There were still 15%-20% of boxers who followed Lin Yue to MO on the eve of the outbreak of the Pacific War. More than half of the remaining boxers changed careers with the support of Lin Yue and the HK Ching Wu Association between 1940 and 1941, working in newspapers, Others followed the advice and moved into the Kowloon Walled City to engage in butchering, printing, textile and other work, and spontaneously established a mutual aid organization called Tong Sheng Tong.
By 1942, because the Japanese army occupied the entire Southeast Asia, the routes from the South China Sea to the Indian Ocean were basically controlled by the Japanese army. Although MO was not occupied by the Japanese, people's lives were also in a difficult state. Lin Yue could only focus most of his energy on business. , in order to protect the lives of those around him, he would occasionally sneak to Guangdong to sneak attack on Japanese patrols and make some extra money to supplement the "family income", but he did not dare to go too far, because once the fact that the guerrillas were hiding in MO was exposed, it might not be possible It will anger the Japanese. Whether they ask the Portuguese government to hand over people or enter MO to conduct raids regardless of the past relations between the two countries, it will be a harm to the local people.
He cannot harm the interests of innocent people for the sake of his own interests and those of those around him.
…
Late summer 1942.
The scorching sun was still scorching the earth. The rickshaw drivers sat in the corners, smoking cigarettes and looking listlessly at the pedestrians on the street.
Since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, more and more refugees have moved to MO. This city, which is famous in Asia for gambling, is also somewhat overwhelmed. The upper class can still rely on the relationship between Portugal and Japan to make some money through import and export business. It’s difficult for people at the bottom who lack the means to make money.
"Hurry, hurry up, Wangbei Tower on A-Ma Street has started to serve rice porridge. It is said that canned pork is added to it this time. The quantity is not much. If you go there late, it will be gone."
I don’t know who shouted at the street corner. The rickshaw pullers squatting under the eaves waiting for work, the beggars huddled in the shadows, and the local civilians gathered on the empty tables in the teahouses and canteens to take a nap... all of them became energetic. He took out the food bowl and porcelain bowl he had prepared in advance and ran to the location on A-Ma Street.
Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday evening, Wangbei Tower will serve porridge outside the north gate, and this is not the day when the temple is used to relieve the poor. There will be vegetables and meat inside, although the amount is small. And every Sunday morning, Wangbeilou will also serve steamed buns to children under the age of thirteen.
Many civilians and residents living near A-Ma Street have formed the habit of rushing to the north gate of Wangbei Tower to ask for a bowl of porridge every time they receive news.
What’s interesting is that it doesn’t matter how many times an average person goes there. If those middle-income citizens are greedy for petty advantages and repeatedly ask for good porridge, disaster will definitely happen in a few days. Either the poultry will be stolen, or it will be injured by someone knocking on a sap, or it will be valuable. Items were stolen, but the police had no clue. The attackers could not be caught, and the stolen items could not be recovered. In short, once this phenomenon became more common, no one from a wealthy family would dare to go to Wangbei Tower to take advantage.
When the rickshaw pullers pulled the rickshaw over, three iron pots had been set up on the roadside at the north gate. A man with a scar above his right eye stood in the middle with his arms folded to maintain order. The refugees and coolies begging for porridge stood obediently. They formed three lines, handed out the containers one by one, took the rice porridge with floating oily flowers and vegetable leaves from the spoon holder, and then walked quietly to a place out of the way to eat and drink.
It’s not that they are highly qualified, it’s that they are afraid, because Wangbeilou is very good in MO.
How awesome is it?
Niu Dao's previous police chief was found dead on the beach the next day because he protected a subordinate who went to Wangbei Tower to flirt with a female protagonist. It is said that the then Australian Governor Daisler was furious and sent people to thoroughly investigate the death of the police chief and prepared to demolish it. On the stage of Wangbei Tower, it turned out that the day after the order was issued, there was an extra bullet in the Australian governor's office, and the commissioner he sent to investigate the case lost contact.
Outsiders don’t know what happened next, but anyway, the plaque of Wangbei Tower is still hanging there. Porridge is served, plays are sung, and business is carried out. The MO can be as small as a patrol policeman or as big as a respectable Portuguese, who wants to go in and listen to a piece of North and South. To sing, you have to pay for tickets and arrange seats according to numbers.
Why is it called Wangbei Tower? I heard there is an allusion in it. The boss who saw the dragon but never saw the end was waiting for someone.
As for waiting until there is none? I do not know.
…
The long lamp shines and the terrace is bright.
Lin Yue was sitting on a chair on the verandah of Wangbei Building, looking at the fishing fires in the distance. The female voice was melodious on the terrace below, and the smoke under the stage was like fairy clouds. People who came to listen to the music were sitting around the square table with pastries and fruit plates, or leaning Watch the music by the pillar at the back or leaning on the railing on the second floor.
At this time, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs. The third sister walked up to his ear and spoke a few words in a low voice.
Lin Yue put his unfinished cigarette into the ashtray and followed her to the outside of the lobby on the first floor. There was a person standing by the door frame behind the wooden railing.
"Does this sound familiar? Do you know what the show is?"
