"Where is Chen Zhen?"

Nong Jinsun was dressed neatly and came to the yard.

"Go to Photon!"

Huo Tingen turned around and saw him and asked, "Uncle Nong, are you going out?"

"This kid is really fascinated by that neon woman."

Nong Jinsun muttered helplessly before saying, "I want to go to Lao Xie to ask about the situation, and your uncle Zhao's side, there is a telegram to send to him."

"When will he come back? I haven't seen him for a long time since the last condolence."

Huo Tingen asked: "Did he say when will he go back to Tianjin? Can I send my father back with him?"

"He hasn't finished his business yet, so I guess he will go back in the short term."

Nong Jinsun shook his head and said, "But what you said is right. After all, people will have to return to their roots after a lifetime. If they fail to do this, they will indeed have to send Mr. Huo back, and they will have to be buried in the ancestral grave if they say it!"

"Uncle Nong..."

Huo Tingen asked hesitantly: "Do you think Fernan's movie is reliable? What if the Neon Military Department really wants to deal with us, can a movie stop real guns and ammunition?"

"I can't say it right."

Nong Jinsun sighed: "But we have no way out. This is the foundation laid by your father and a few of us old guys. We must not give up. No matter what, we must give it up."

"I see."

Huo Tingen nodded vigorously.

"You go and guide them to practice boxing! I'll talk about everything when Anan makes the movie, and remember to strengthen his vigilance."

"good!"

After leaving Jingwu Gate, Nong Jinsun took a rickshaw directly and arrived in front of a small building outside the French Concession.

There are many tenants in this building. Nong Jinsun went upstairs and knocked on the door.

A young and smart young man opened the crack in the door. When he saw it was him, he opened the door and greeted him: "Uncle Nong."

"Liu Ming, where is your Uncle Zhao?"

“In the inner room.”

When he entered the house, Nong Jinsun took off his hat, and an old man with gray hair but a dragon and tiger steps came up and hugged him with a smile. He was Huo Yuanjia's senior brother, Huo Tingen's uncle, and Zhao Jingyuan.

After seeing the ceremony, the two sat down. Zhao Jingyuan smiled and said, "I heard about the Hongkou Dojo. Tingen and Chen Zhen are really good. The things are done beautifully, which is really relieved."

Nong Jinsun shook his head and sighed: "Relieving qi is to relieve qi, but if you stab a hornet's nest, the aftermath will be a big trouble!"

Zhao Jingyuan asked: "Last time I heard you say, the boy named Fei, took you to make a movie, and wanted to use this to put pressure on the Neon Military Department. How was the filming?"

"The shooting has been completed, but it still needs to be cut out."

Nong Jinsun explained: "It's like the fabric has been spun, and you have to cut and cut the seams before it can be made into clothes. Oh! Who knows if there is a show?"

"I think there is a chance!"

Zhao Jingyuan said seriously: "This boy named Fei is very smart enough to think of such an idea, but he made it a little trick. There is a saying that guarding the people is more important than guarding the river. He wants to engage in a public opinion war. When I finish my work, I must see this boy with my own eyes."

"Let's see when the time comes! Let's talk about it when the Jingwu Sect passes through this level first."

Nong Jinsun said, took out a piece of paper from his briefcase and handed it to Zhao Jingyuan: "This is a telegram taken to you by Tianjin."

After taking the paper, Zhao Jingyuan glanced at him and couldn't help but change his expression: "Not good!"

"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong?"

Liu Ming, who opened the door, asked.

Zhao Jingyuan looked solemn: "A distinguished guest is coming to Shanghai."

"What distinguished guest?" Liu Ming asked again.

Zhao Jingyuan explained: "The two neon people I asked you to follow these two days are legitimate businessmen on the surface, but in fact they have another identity."

"That Shintaro is the chief of the Amateur Personnel Department on the surface, and that Isetaro is the general manager of Asakusa, but in fact, they are all from the Tennoku Society!"

Liu Ming blurted out: "Then are they all neon spies?"

"Um."

Zhao Jingyuan stood up and said with his hands behind his back: "They have a branch in Shanghai, but it is very secretive and no one knows their true information."

"The telegram was sent by Zhang Dasheng from Shandong Mantis Sect. He said that in three days, a woman would come to Shanghai."

Liu Ming didn't care: "Just a woman, what's there to be afraid of?"

"She is not an ordinary woman. She is the female devil who has rampant in North China and killed countless of our martial arts compatriots."

Liu Ming was shocked and blurted out the woman's name: "Yamaguchi Kako?"

"That's right."

Zhao Jingyuan said with a serious expression: "Zhang Dasheng said that this time Yamaguchi Kaori came to Shanghai is likely to have something to do with our Jingwu Sect."

...

Three days later, a cruise ship slowly drove into Shanghai Pier.

Shintaro arrived at the waiting room early in the morning and waited quietly in the lounge area.

He didn't notice that in the corner of the rest area, there were two young men staring at him secretly.

Soon, a traveler began to leave the station at the exit. Shintaro stood up, but did not go to greet him, but left the waiting room directly.

Seeing him leave, the two young men hurriedly got up, but didn't know whether they should chase after him.

Zhao Jingyuan also walked out of the darkness and came to the side of the two.

Liu Ming couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Zhao, didn't he come to pick up people? Why didn't the person get it, but left directly?"

After thinking for a while, Zhao Jingyuan ordered in a deep voice: "Don't care about him, let's talk about it when Zhang Dasheng comes out!"

The three of them stood at the exit, examining the passengers leaving the station.

After watching for a long time, Liu Ming couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Uncle Zhao, is that man Yamaguchi Kako? I heard that her makeup skills are very clever."

Zhao Jingyuan looked at the person he was talking about carefully, shook his head and said, "It should be impossible, wait and see."

The crowds became increasingly sparse, and Liu Ming muttered: "Why haven't you seen Brother Zhang come out for so long? Did we get the wrong ship number?"

"Impossible? The telegram is clearly written. Is it this boat?"

Seeing that the passengers were gone out of the station, Zhao Jingyuan said, "Let's go! Let's get on the boat and take a look."

The three of them got on the boat and searched separately.

Liu Ming walked towards the stern of the boat, but saw a white-haired grandmother walking out of the cabin tremblingly, but was shaken by the hull and fell to the ground.

Liu Ming hurried forward and helped her up.

"Grandma, be careful, the boat is very slippery."

He reminded.

The grandma raised her hand to support him, and a string of golden bells on her wrist collided, making a few crisp sounds.

"Thank you, boy."

The grandma thanked with a smile: "You are a decades old and it is very inconvenient to walk. If you are so kind, you will definitely get good rewards in the future."

After saying goodbye to the grandma, Liu Ming continued to search for the stern, but after searching around, he found nothing.

The three of them met at the boarding entrance and suddenly saw several crew members walking out carrying a pair of stretchers. The stretcher seemed to be carrying an adult with a thick piece of canvas covered.

When Zhao Jingyuan saw it, he quickly stepped forward, lifted the canvas and revealed the face of a man below.

"Brother Zhang!"
Chapter completed!