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Yang Qingzong took temporary refuge in his hometown of Longwangmiao and degenerated himself into a yellow catfish that did not see the light.

In the middle of the night, he went out quietly.The wind was strong on the road, and the corners of his clothes rattled. Before going out, Yang Qingzong wrapped the scar on his face with a large woolen scarf. At this moment, he looked like he was shivering from the cold.

Yang Qingzong was worried about being followed on the road. Every time he passed the avenue, he always went around a few times. After walking like this three times, he walked through a dark alley across the street and finally arrived at the small back door of the Qianding Hotel. .

He stood outside and buckled the door knocker and knocked lightly, then switched to his right hand and knocked three times again. The tightly closed back door suddenly creaked and opened a small crack. It turned out that someone had been behind the door for a long time. waiting to respond.

"Brother Qing." Standing at the back door, Xiaopingtou threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out, raised his head and greeted Yang Qingzong honestly.

"Shengzi, is it convenient for me to see the big boss today?" Yang Qingzong pulled the scarf off his head, and sat on the threshold sweating profusely, gasping for breath.

"It's convenient, the big boss didn't go out to meet the guests today, and the room is still brightly lit." Xiaoping named Shengzi took the scarf in his hand and replied articulately.

"That's fine." Yang Qingzong had a smile on his face, and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head and followed Shengzi and walked slowly forward. Along the way, he could see Japanese soldiers standing guard nearby with their guns on their shoulders.This is not surprising, the Sencho Hotel is a Japanese-run place, and in a sense, it can be regarded as a small stronghold of pro-Japanese forces in China.

"Wait a minute, you two stop for me." The Japanese soldier standing downstairs in the hall raised his bayonet to block their way, and shouted at Yang Qingzong with a blunt expression, "Stand aside for inspection."

Shengzi turned his head and winked, and Yang Qingzong obediently stood beside him with his head in his arms to accept the security check.

"Let's go." The Japanese soldier searched carefully from top to bottom, but found nothing unusual on the scarred face, so he waved his hand and let the two of them pass by.

"Since our people missed at the foreign pier last time, the matter was brought to the consulate by a surnamed Lu, and the Japanese have stepped up their daily vigilance, for fear of being caught by others." Shengzi walked in front and let out a sigh of relief. , and whispered to Yang Qingzong with his throat pressed.

"It's such a big deal, did the big boss give any orders to the people below?" Yang Qingzong ignored the explanation from his superiors, he was not sure, and after hearing this, he tentatively asked Shengzi.

"That's not true. The consulate has already suppressed the matter. The big boss is easy to explain to the Japanese, so it won't cause trouble." Shengzi stepped briskly up to the third floor and led Yang Qingzong to the big boss's room. At the door of the suite, "Brother Qing, we're here, the big boss lives in the room upstairs."

"Oh, good." The heating in the hotel was fully turned on, and Yang Qingzong was sweating profusely in a thick robe, standing there like a big water-drenched catfish.

"Brother Qing, wipe your face off. If you go in like this, the big boss won't look good." Shengzi reminded him with lingering fears, remembering the big boss's temperamental character.

Last winter, the big boss was upset about something. Yang Qingzong came in with his back foot and got angry. The big boss picked up the ashtray and hit his head directly with blood, calling him a "shabby thing" that pierces the eyes.

Yang Qingzong nodded after listening to Shengzi's words, picked up the big scarf and carefully wiped his head and face, bowed his head and accompanied him carefully unscrewing the doorknob and went in.Shengzi stood outside and sighed, thinking that the lives of the people below would be difficult.

Pushing open the door, the room is really brightly lit. There is a crystal chandelier in the shape of cherry blossoms on the ceiling, and fake paper lanterns connected with wires on the floor. The beige halo warmly shines on the spotless wooden floor. Reflect the figure.

Yang Qingzong stood outside and looked in with his head. Next to the big boss Wu Yuezhou, there were two green Japanese girls who were all stripped of their shoulders. They massaged his body and talked to him in Japanese coquettishly. flirt.

He walked two steps forward, and found a small reception desk separated by a screen in the suite, with a cashmere carpet in the middle, and geisha standing on it in thick-soled clogs, dancing without the slightest sound.

Yang Qingzong hesitated for a moment, and stepped on the cloth shoes directly. To Wu Yuezhou, his feet might not be as clean as the shoes.

"Yuezhou." Yang Qingzong lowered his head, and gently greeted the person opposite him. When meeting in private, he never called Wuyuezhou "Big Boss".

Wu Yuezhou didn't look at him, and clapped his hands to signal the stop of the singing and dancing in the middle of the arena. The two green girls beside him responded, stood up half squatting, stepped on small steps and retreated meekly after the geisha.Yang Qingzong took a peek at the servile look of the Japanese woman, and thought it was quite interesting.

"Things are messed up, and you still want to think about women. Yang Qingzong, you are quite courageous."

Wu Yuezhou spared no time to see him, grabbed this "shabby thing" and couldn't help but let out a sneer, and felt more and more that Yang Qingzong was not worthy of the stage.

"There's no way, Mr. Sun made a fool of himself. After being discovered by Lu, the people at the commander's mansion reserved a hand in advance, waiting to give us a chance to catch the turtle."

Yang Qingzong bit the bullet and found a step for himself. He didn't want to risk his life to come here today. He had already received Wu Yuezhou's eyes, and he had to be beaten up afterward.

"The old fox is crazy enough." Wu Yuezhou paced back and forth on the cashmere carpet with bare feet, cursing in his mouth, "Lu Jin and this bastard, relying on everyone in the city and outside the city to call him 'Lu' Marshal', I don't know what my name is."

Yang Qingzong took advantage of Wuyue Prefecture's distraction to scold Marshal Lu and had no time to pay attention to himself. He raised his head and greedily stared at the no longer young side face in front of him, feeling that he hadn't seen enough after so many years.

"Yuezhou, you are making trouble again."

At this time, the screen behind Wu Yuezhou was gently pulled away by a pair of snow-white jade hands, revealing the tatami mat behind it.The handsome young man who was hidden in his golden house, rubbed his sleepy eyes, half propped up from the tatami, his pair of phoenix eyes filled with autumn water seemed angry and resentful.

"What's the matter, baby?" Wu Yuezhou didn't care about the presence of others, stepped forward and put this piece of warm and fragrant nephrite directly into his arms.

"What's wrong? You're yelling at me."

"Wenxiang nephrite" squeezed her snow-white fists softly to beat Wu Yuezhou's heart, pursed her mouth and yawned delicately.

Yang Qingzong, who was regarded as air, coughed in embarrassment standing on the spot, and couldn't see the unseemly old and young in front of him very much.

He rolled his eyes and spat in secret, thinking that Wu Yuezhou is such an old man, and he is running towards a half-old man at his age, but it is not enough for him to be seduced by a non-male rice moth Make a face for yourself.

In fact, what I said is a bit unfair. When Wu Yuezhou was young, he was suave and suave. Although he is old now, his well-maintained figure has not lost its shape. If he dyes the white hair on his temples, he still has the capital to act as an older man. handsome man.

"Yuqi, I'm doing business. You go back and lie down for a while, and I'll come to sleep with you when I'm done." Wu Yuezhou patted the back of "Wenxiang Ruanyu"'s hand, coaxing him patiently and gently.

"Go, go, come over as soon as possible."

After hearing this, "Wen Xiang Ruan Yu" turned sideways and covered herself with the quilt, so she stopped chatting with Wu Yuezhou.

Wu Yuezhou coaxed the "beauty" to feel relieved, and then he was free to continue to tease Yang Qingzong.

He sat on the carpet and thought for a while, then he ordered, "Lu Jinhe went to the consulate to make a fuss, and now the Japanese look at me like a nail. Those old people in Miura's family said that I dragged them down, and they were anxious to follow me. Let me draw a clear line, I think this foreign tree is not going to grow anymore. Go and get me a few more related households, as long as they have the same relationship with "wealth" and "power."

"The one surnamed Lu, do you still need to continue to look for opportunities to start?" Yang Qingzong straightened his thoughts, feeling that things seemed to have deviated from the track he expected.

"A dog's life is hard to come by. My son and I will beat me. For the time being, let's keep this big family. After I solve the troubles in my hand, I will settle the score with Lu Jinhe slowly."

Wu Yuezhou squinted his eyes and leaned on the cushion, waved his hands, and gave Yang Qingzong a silent instruction to step down, without leaving him a word.

He turned around and walked to the tatami at the back, gently pinched the juicy melon-seeded face under the quilt, shouted "Yuqi" and "baby" at the same time, and started laughing and joking.

When Yang Qingzong raised his leg to leave, he glanced expressionlessly at the two people who were entangled wantonly on the tatami, his callused hands were hidden under his sleeves, and he clenched his fists silently.

Wu Yuezhou was busy having fun here, but the executive of the Japanese consulate—Sanada Yongichi was in the private room upstairs, facing the urgent telegram sent on the table, but he was helpless.

On the surface, the riot at the Yang Pier can be attributed to the personal grievances between the Chinese dignitaries and the bandits, but in the dark, it involves the Miura family and the down-and-out young master who were kicked out by their family.

And one wave after another, Miura Donghui in Tokyo, after learning about the injury of his illegitimate son, the balance of "abandoning personal relationships for the benefit of the big boss" began to tilt seriously, and even came up with the idea of ​​leaving the stall and running to China to visit his son idea.The Miura family couldn't find a suitable way to stop them, so at this time, they decided to use the consulate here.

Sanada Yongichi is very busy now, and he is too distracted to protect a down-and-out young master who was kicked out of Japan. He feels that he is about to live a life of nightmares with his resignation letter under his pillow.

He slammed the urgent report in his hand on the table with a "slap", hating Wu Yuezhou in his heart.In the final analysis, it was this "miscellaneous fish" who caused the trouble. He didn't wipe his butt clean, so he left a mess and suffered double pressure from Marshal Lu and the Miura family.

If it weren't for the fact that the big tree behind "Miss Fish" was the vice president and eldest son of the Miura family, he would have picked out this bastard who was hiding in the hotel like a turtle, and made him a living target for himself.