The wind howled and the city lights gradually turned off. In the Far East port, the towering Guo Shilie signal tower still shined with a meager light, guiding the direction of ships sailing at night.

The patter of rain fell on the dry branches and hit the tiles on the eaves, disturbing people's dreams. The streets with bright lights and wine at night were a bit desolate, and the singing from the gramophone came from nowhere, and people simmered beside the dilapidated clay stove.

There is a different kind of tranquility when lighting an unshaded kerosene lamp.

However, at the same time, in a world that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, there is the exact opposite suffering and uneasiness.

The official residences and newspaper offices in the concession were brightly lit, and people were walking in a hurry. Many people were woken up from their sleep, and the telephones were shaken. Workers were reprinting newspapers all night long, and the telecommunications lines were busy.

.And when that information was finally confirmed, after the shock, a deep sense of powerlessness swept over everyone's heart.

A business tycoon who is almost universally known to women and children and controls the lifeblood of the economy, was actually assassinated and died on his way back to his hometown... tomorrow morning, how much shock will this news bring to the entire society? And this kind of method is to scare the monkeys.

, how many weak-willed people will begin to look down on themselves and become willing pawns of the Japanese invaders?

For a long time, this assassination case that shocked the country triggered a big discussion in newspapers. Some people lamented, while others criticized them - why did the Fu family not send more people to escort them, and why did Fu Chengshan choose to do it at this time?

When traveling, why did he choose the train...

Such denunciations have not stopped for many years, but in fact many people understand that the reason why such a tragedy occurred is entirely because people, including Fu Chengshan, have never thought that those Japanese people who are eyeing them with eagerness,

They don't care at all about international influence, Western public opinion, negotiation and diplomacy.

They really dare to do such crazy things.

If they could have discovered each other's ambitions earlier, if they could have been more vigilant, if those people were still alive... On this night, and in countless nights to come, when many people were tossing and turning in pain and unable to sleep, this echoed in their hearts more than once.

sound.

However, history has no ifs, and for this, this land has already paid a heavy price.

…

Military Investigation Department Shanghai Station.

After confirming the news that Fu Chengshan and Fu Yuzhen were attacked and killed, Xiao Ran put down the phone.

"...Crazy! They don't even spare the old, weak, women and children!" His voice suppressed anger, "This is a provocation to us!"

All members of the action team were silent. Xie Nanxiang was leaning on the chair behind his desk, playing with the old cigarette case in his hand. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, his eyes were slightly lowered, and there was a coldness between his handsome brows.

In front of the transmitter, someone took off half of his earphones and said quickly, "The message said that the other party got on the train at Shunde Station. If he had known that Fu Chengshan was on this train, he should have taken action long ago, so we can rule it out.

It is possible that it was premeditated, and it should be an impromptu attack..."

"Perhaps it's not a sudden idea, but a temporary news." Xiao Ran said coldly, "We at Shanghai Station don't even have Fu Chengshan's travel plan. Obviously the Fu family intends to keep it secret, and the leaker even made it during Fu Chengshan's trip.

The train schedule was determined that day! As long as we know who knows the news, we can identify the culprit that caused this train incident!"

"But, even if we try to find out who leaked the secret now, it's meaningless." Someone next to me said.

"Yeah..." Xie Nanxiang straightened up, his voice heavy with fatigue, "Even if we find that person, we can't change the outcome."

Xiao Ran's brows raised like flying knives. He clenched his fists and suppressed what he really wanted to say. He just said coldly, "Are we going to let the other party assassinate our compatriots?"

"So, what do you want to do? Organize a team of people and rush to the enemy's base camp to kill them all? Even if you want to plan an assassination operation against the opponent's high-level officials, you still need the approval of the higher-ups. You cannot make decisions without authorization." Xie Nanxiang said calmly.

Standing up, looking into his eyes, "Lieutenant Colonel Xiao Ran, I am responsible for your safety and that of Shanghai Station."

Xiao Ran was startled and finally fell silent.

After a while, the people who were temporarily summoned to this office left. Xiao Ran looked at the empty room. The anger did not dissipate, but became more difficult to suppress. Who the hell is responsible for the dead people?

…

Jun Peili, Yue Gongguan.

The wicker chair shook slightly, and Boss Yue held a cigarette in his hand. The tobacco was burning, but he did not take a puff for a long time.

As a ruthless gangster tycoon, Boss Yue has rarely been moved by anything in recent years. He has done almost all bad things, including selling cigarettes, human trafficking, murder, and kidnapping. He has long been numb to many things, and his life is in his hands.

His eyes are like grass and mustard.

However, today, after receiving the news of Fu Chengshan's death, he suddenly felt a little sentimental.

It is obvious that the other party has no deep friendship with him, but he has quite complex thoughts about the death of a rabbit and the sadness of a fox, and the complex thoughts of things harming their own kind.

After looking at the rain and snow outside the window for a moment, he closed the curtains and said to his subordinates with a complicated expression: "Tell Aoki that we can talk again about his previous request."

…

Tang Family Villa.

In the bedroom on the second floor, the desk lamp was on. Tang Su pushed the door open and walked in. He saw Tang Wan sitting blankly beside the bed in trance. The bed was covered with a dress as white as snow, and the gold powder was as bright as a patch of sunshine on the horizon.

cloud.

This wedding dress, which she personally designed, drew the patterns, and imported expensive fabrics from France, took a full three months. Tang Wan imagined how she would look like wearing this dress countless times, including

The music, the flowers, the brand of champagne, even the color of the carpet, everything had to be in perfect condition on that day.

Tang Su knocked on the door.

Tang Wan didn't look back, still facing Tang Su. She just sniffed and said with a lonely expression, "Dad, no need to say anything, I understand."

"If we don't clear up the relationship with the Fu family, we may not be able to continue our business. Compared with the life and death of the Tang family, what does my reputation mean?" She smiled bitterly and reached out to touch the soft skin.

Wedding dress, "...Even if tomorrow I will become the laughing stock of everyone in Shanghai."

"As long as the Tang family remains standing, no one will dare to laugh at you." Tang Su said calmly, "Okay, don't think about it too much. These things are not for you to consider. You are a girl, so don't get yourself into trouble."

So tired, go to bed early."

After Tang Su left, Tang Wan sat under the desk lamp for a long time, thinking of the old man who was about to become her father-in-law, thinking of Fu Shaoze, and finally cried silently.

She couldn't understand why she was from a prominent family, was good at dancing, and had almost achieved the ultimate goal that a woman could achieve. At this moment, she was still like a wretch, feeling powerless to control her own destiny, and was alone.

Holding the wedding dress and crying under the lamp?

…

Hongkou.

Matsui Jiro, the leader of "Suketachi", left his comfort zone today and strolled on the streets of Yalujiang Road with a cheerful smile on his face. At the entrance of those flamboyant "Oriental Teahouses", young girls in kimonos were lazily soliciting

Waiting for guests, it is rare for guests to come on such a cold winter night.

He stared at the woman for a moment and walked over.

The woman welcomed him in happily, but when she saw the entourage following him, she showed a somewhat flinching expression.

But thinking of the generous reward, she immediately knelt down, took off his shoes and socks, and said gently, "Dear guest, would you like some wine?"

"Of course." Matsui Jiro laughed and pulled her into his arms, "Today is a good day worth celebrating!"

The woman exclaimed, but she still had a smile on her face, and she obeyed him. However, not long after, this obedience turned into a cry of pain and fear, and then there was a "crash", and the door slammed heavily from the inside.

Closed.

…

Different plays and various expressions were performed on this night. Based on this earth-shattering news, all forces in Shanghai responded quickly and immediately.

Some were silent, some were mourning, some were celebrating, and many more were calmly deducing the general trend of the world, making choices that seemed absolutely correct and issuing orders one after another driven by their own interests.

Looking at the general trend of history, individual life and death are insignificant, but for the few people in this world, this is not the case.

In the night, there were no lights in the room, but many candles were lit. In the dots of light, Bai Qianyu was wearing a white nightgown, sitting on the window sill with her knees in her arms, overlooking the city in the darkness.

After a long time, she gently picked up the thread-bound "Cai Gen Tan" on the desk and opened a page.

…

Seven days later, the funeral.

The sky is gray and it is raining lightly. It is extremely rainy this winter. There is no hearty summer rain, no sadness of autumn rain, and no silent moisturizing of spring rain. It just brings gloom and coldness.

On the outskirts of Beicheng, under the poplar trees, there are many new and old tombs.

Fu Shaoze, wearing a black suit, stood at the forefront of the crowd, looking at the cold tombstone in front of him.

Fu Shaoze didn't know how he spent this week. He dealt with the things that needed to be done like a zombie, mechanically dealing with various situations, terminating contracts, withdrawing funds, and even breaking off engagements.

The house leaked and it rained all night, so he was very busy...

But it wasn't until this moment, standing in front of Fu Chengshan's tombstone, that he finally realized that his father was really dead? That the stern old man died like this? His sister was also dead?

Rather than sadness, he felt more confused at this time.

He even felt in a daze that this was just a dream. If he went back to sleep, the old man's angry curses would be heard, and the elder sister would carefully tie a scarf on him before going out...

However, the cold rain washed away the tombstone, fell on the umbrella, and fell in his eyes, reminding him that all this was indeed happening.

By now, he has gradually understood what happened to Fu Chengshan from the news from all sides. The old man refused certain invitations, so he was targeted and assassinated. After the assassination failed, the other party probably tried to coerce and induce him again.

Although he tried to win over him, he still refused, and then...he was killed on his way home.

Why did you die?

If you leave, who will take care of me? Fu Shaoze looked at the tombstone and asked in his heart.

The tires drove over the icy ground, the wipers swept the tiny crystals on the windshield, and the car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, staring at the deathly farewell ceremony.

Raindrops turned into water and fell down the glass. Bai Qianyu opened the door and got out of the car.
Chapter completed!