Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi

In the early morning, the sky just turned a faint fish belly white.

"Is there something wrong? Brother, if you want to have breakfast, why don't you just ask the younger brothers to come out and buy one? Why do you have to come out in person?"

"Hey, I'm treating you to a meal, so of course you can't just deal with it casually."

Peanut put his hands on the shoulders of the old man and the young man, and said with a flattering smile on his face: "After I joined the Ax Gang, Uncle Fu and Brother Xing took care of me the most. Didn't Brother Rong give each of us 10,000 foreign currency before? , I already changed everything into Dayang last night, just in time to invite you to have a meal together."

"Damn, it took me a long time just for something like this."

Chow Tai Fook waved his hands speechlessly. As Zheng Jirong's representative to the outside world, he, Chow Tai Fook, has been very proud of himself recently.

Whether it was Shop No. 16 in Nancheng, Zhabei, or a public concession, countless gang bosses and shop owners would treat him to drinks and dinner every day.

And every time he drank half of the wine, a dozen dancing ladies with ragged clothes and proud figures would come around and sit on his lap to rub and make a fire. They often rubbed each other for the whole night, causing him great pain.

Therefore, whenever there was such entertainment in the future, he would bring his sweet grandson Axing over to share the burden. The two of them often stayed up all night these days, and would not come back until dawn every time.

Of course, after having fun, Chow Tai Fook did not forget what Zheng Jirong told him. These days, he has completely opened up the world of Shanghai. Except for the French Concession, he has recognized all the three religions and nine schools in other areas.

Uncle Dafu's reputation has also completely spread in Shanghai.

Seeing the tired faces of Chow Tai Fook and Chow Tai Fook, Hua Mi couldn't help but feel more and more envious. A few days ago, he was just a sissy uncle who only sold Shanghai buns. However, because of Brother Rong's favor, he turned into a sissy uncle. A popular person who has been courted by the forces.

Peanut's intestines turned green when he thought of this. If he had known that what Chow Tai Fook had answered back then, he would have followed suit. Maybe it would be Peanut who is the most powerful one outside every day now.

However, although he was envious and jealous in his heart, Huaimi, who was accustomed to being a good person, still tried every means to enhance his relationship with them whenever he had the opportunity.

He has long discovered that not only is he not as capable as Peng Yixing Tiezhu Dapeng, but he is also not as close to the gang leader as Ah Xing and Chow Tai Fook. If he wants to avoid being pulled down by the team, he can only continue to work as a loser with a promising career. .

At this time, there was a layer of mist in the early morning air, and the surrounding scenery seemed a little vague. After looking around for a long time, Hua Mi finally found a restaurant that looked pretty good. He immediately pulled Ah Xing and Dafu towards it, chatting and laughing. Walk into the store.

However, what few people noticed was that not far behind them, in a dark alley, a group of guys with guns and knives and sticks were staring at them with malicious intent.

At this time, in a mansion in the French Concession.

Sunlight shines through the exquisite window lattice into the spacious and bright living room.

The surrounding walls are covered with famous paintings, each of which is priceless and full of artistic flavor. The furniture is all made of high-quality wood, with fine carvings and smooth lines, exuding a light woody fragrance, which is refreshing.

"I feel a little sorry to invite Brother Ding to my humble residence so early in the morning."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with short hair. He was about fifty years old. He was wearing a Tang suit and looked energetic. At this time, he was biting a cigar and looking at the man opposite him with deep and calm eyes.

The person sitting across the table from him was Ding Li, who had interacted with Zheng Jirong several times before.

"Brother Ding seems to have misunderstood me." The man exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a helpless expression: "I do have to bear some responsibility for the death of your eldest brother Xu Wenqiang, but I think you should be able to understand me."

He put his arm on the table, leaned forward and said: "Your eldest brother is working in the concession, but he dares to disobey the foreigners. Not only does he not pay the fees, he also speaks rudely to several gentlemen many times. The gentlemen have got rid of him long ago." I just followed orders and acted on my own, I couldn’t help myself.”

After speaking, he took out a document with a steel seal from his arms, then tapped it with his finger and said sincerely to Ding Li: "This is the French Concession Tobacco and Soil Business License. With this certificate, anyone can operate in the Concession." If you open a tobacco and opium company, this certificate will be my apology to you, Brother Ding!"

Seeing a flash of emotion in Ding Li's eyes opposite him, the man smiled and continued: "Now Sanxin has changed its name to Huasheng. Judging from Zheng Jirong's recent actions, it is obvious that he is not planning to sell opium anymore. Now the entire Songhu opium market is... They are all empty. With this certificate, it will be convenient for you, Brother Ding, to show off your talents!"

After listening to his words, Ding Li looked silently at the man opposite with a sincere face. After a long while, he sighed and said quietly: "Since Brother Zhang is so sincere, I will accept this apology first."

"Hahaha, this is what it should be."

Seeing Ding Li's appearance of setting up a memorial arch even though he was a cousin, Zhang Wanlin was not surprised at all. He smiled and waved to the servant behind him.

Not long after, a plate of steaming hot dumplings was neatly placed between the two of them.

"Come on, Brother Ding, I will make six dumplings by myself. Eat six first and then cook six more!"

"good!"

Ding Li was no longer polite. He picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and dipped it in vinegar. He asked, "Brother Zhang, where did you get this tobacco business license?"

Zhang Wanlin replied casually: "Consul Sanchez."

"Oh, this cost you a lot of money, right?"

"Oh, I don't care, I don't care."

Hearing this, Ding Li put down his chopsticks and said seriously to him: "Brother Zhang, your apology is really too big. I'm a little worried about it. In this way, I'll repay you and let me do a small thing for you."

Zhang Wanlin waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Don't talk about this, don't talk about this."

"one little thing!"

"Then you will help me kill someone?"

"Hahaha"

Ding Li shook his head and laughed: "What did I think? This matter is too easy for me. How many people should I kill?"

Zhang Wanlin raised a finger, "One."

"Okay," Ding Li said nonchalantly, "Tell me your name."

Zhang Wanlin took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth, and his smile slowly faded, "Zheng Jirong."

Ding Li was stunned when he heard this. After a few breaths, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Why are you killing him? I'm using this little brother. Let's get another one."

Zhang Wanlin flicked his cigar and said seriously: "Brother, do you really expect him, a stupid young man who came back from overseas, to be your vanguard and wipe out all the forces in Shanghai?"

"Although he is a stupid young man, the entire Northern Expeditionary Army is standing behind this stupid young man." Ding Li said lightly: "Look, Chen Chen and Lei Gong were killed by him."

After Zhang Wanlin heard this, he shook his head and said: "Ding Li, don't fall into this guy's trap. He used you to hook up with Miss Bai, and now he has started to use the Northern Expeditionary Army to eliminate dissidents in Shanghai. It's all a trap. You But we can't let this stupid young man harm you."

Ding Li slowly lit up a cigarette, rubbed his teeth and asked: "Then the Northern Expeditionary Army is unreliable, who should I rely on? The Beiyang Government?"

Zhang Wanlin immediately shook his head and said with a smile: "That's even more unreliable!"

"A government that relies on foreigners for financial support?"

"Yes, who in a serious government relies on foreigners?"

"Can foreigners still be called the official government of the country?"

"Despicable!"

Speaking of this, the two of them couldn't help but laugh out loud. Ding Li paused and then asked:

"The Northern Expeditionary Army is unreliable, and the Beiyang government is unreliable, so who should I rely on?"

"Me", Zhang Wanlin pointed to his chest and said seriously: "We!"

"Um"

Ding Li pursed his lips and said, "Foreigners are indeed powerful."

Zhang Wanlin put his palms on the table, looked at him and said: "In Xinhai, Wuchang, they only fired one shot."

Ding Li nodded, "Manqing was overthrown by foreigners!"

"Yes!" Zhang Wanlin patted the table and said to Yourong: "It was the foreigners who overthrew it with a click! If it weren't for the foreigners, I don't know what the current ZG would be like. Maybe we would still see adults like before. You have to kowtow!”

As he said that, he pointed outside, "I have already taken care of the consuls of various countries. As long as you can kill Zheng Jirong, our brothers will be the spokespersons of the concession in the future. Not to mention the Northern Expedition, there will be foreigners to help us when Chiang Kai-shek comes." Ahead, I’m just waiting for Brother Ding to chop off Zheng Jirong’s head with a click!”

After listening to this, Ding Li took a sip from the wine glass in his hand, then bared his teeth and said, "Brother Zhang, chatting with you will make my heart brighter!"

"Do you know why it lights up?"

"Our hearts are pure!"

"There is no self in my heart!"

"Only stability and prosperity!"

"Big business!"

After finishing speaking, the two held up their wine glasses and drank down the wine in one gulp.

"good!"

Ding Li took a long breath and said to the man in front of him: "I promise you the boy's matter. What are the conditions?"

Zhang Wanlin's hand holding the cigar paused slightly when he heard this, and he laughed dumbly and said: "Are there any conditions?"

"If we don't negotiate some conditions, it will look like a fake. Brother Zhang, can you feel at ease?" Ding Li said matter-of-factly.

"Um"

Zhang Wanlin nodded slightly, then raised his eyes and said to him: "When the matter is completed, Zhabei will belong to you, and Shiliupu will belong to me."

"Tsk"

Ding Li frowned and said in confusion: "Brother Zhang, you are now a famous comprador in Shanghai, why do you need a poor place like Shiliupu."

"Although the place is poor, the potential is not small." Zhang Wanlin did not explain too much, but instead said: "Brother Ding, I have to remind you that Zheng Jirong first killed Chen Chen, and then killed Lei Gong and Wei Tingyan. The first two God has also managed to eliminate all the three tycoons of the Qing Gang. In just a few days, six tycoons have fallen into his hands one after another. We can’t be the seventh or eighth!"

"You've been kind to this kid. He's completely unprepared for you right now. It's a good time to take action. You have to do it quickly and accurately! Don't let him have any chance to react!"

"and"

At this point, Zhang Wanlin paused deliberately, and then whispered: "I have received news that the Japanese are already preparing to deal with Zheng Jirong. If you are beaten to the punch by them, then all the benefits promised to you will be lost. "

Ding Li nodded slightly, thought for a while and then said: "I heard that that kid has recruited many masters during the time he came to Shanghai. Ordinary assassinations may be of no use to him."

"Don't worry, I've been prepared."

Zhang Wanlin stood up and brought out a piece of paper the size of a newspaper.

Ding Li looked up and saw that the paper was densely covered with various lines and marks, as if it was a carefully drawn map!

At home in Zhabei.

It is said to be a home, but it is actually just a single room with its own shower above the nightclub. The room is about more than ten square meters. In addition to a double bed, there is only a simple wardrobe, bedside table and dressing table.

At this time, Zheng Jirong was sleeping soundly next to the two women on the bed. Their bodies were close to each other, and their breathing was even and gentle.

With his character and temper, there will naturally be no shortage of women after he comes to Shanghai. However, apart from Bai Xiuzhu, the only women he has actually slept with during this period are Jin Zhaoli and Ren Didai, two well-informed and good-natured girls. The kind that he opened personally.

He had not touched the rest, such as the dancers in the nightclub or the women he had brought back from Lei Gong's house. After all, who knew whether they were sick or not.

In this era of Shanghai, if you really get X disease, there is no place to treat it.

As for Lan Xinjie, whom he had an affair with in the box last time, he had already forgotten about this woman. It was okay to play with the female military spy, but if she really got entangled, she would definitely cause countless troubles.

At this moment, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, and the harsh ringing broke the tranquility of the room.

Zheng Jirong's eyes opened instantly, revealing a bit of confusion and alertness. He quickly adjusted his posture, reached for the phone and put it to his ear.

Jin Zhaoli and Ren Daidai, who were sleeping soundly on his chest and waist, were also awakened instantly and looked at him together.

"Hello?"

"okay, I get it."

Zheng Jirong replied and then hung up the phone. Although his voice was calm, both women felt a chill that penetrated their bones.

"Brother Rong, what happened?" Jin Zhaoli, who had a bolder personality, twisted her body and sat in the man's arms, looking up at him and asked curiously.

Zheng Jirong shook his head, patted her butt twice, signaled her to stand up, and stretched out his hand to put on the clothes scattered beside the bed one by one. Although his movements were a little hasty, he was still calm.

"Be careful these days and try not to go out."

Before leaving, Zheng Jirong hugged the two women's heads, kissed them on their foreheads, and then said seriously: "Let me do whatever you want to buy or eat. It's not peaceful outside recently."

After Jin Zhaoli and Ren Didai looked at each other, they nodded in agreement, and their expressions became serious.

After a while, Zheng Jirong stepped out of the room and the moment he closed the door, his face suddenly changed. His original calm and calm expression was replaced by indifference, and his originally deep and swollen eyes revealed an indescribable gloom.

The phone call just now was from Hua Mi from the hospital. The content of the phone call was also very simple. When they went out to have morning tea this morning, they encountered a group of guys who were attacking them. Although they successfully repelled them, Ah Xing was accidentally hit. He was shot twice and has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

What made him most angry was that, according to Hua Mi, the leaders of the group spoke Japanese and looked like they were obviously members of the Japanese Black Dragon Society.

Damn it, these Japanese dogs wanted to kill him but they didn't even bother to pretend!