Chapter 6: A slap in the face

The public concession is not a British family, but also Americans. The police station is under the command of the Concession Police Department, and the police department is under the management of the Ministry of Industry. The bosses of the Ministry of Industry are directly under the jurisdiction of the consulate, and the Shanghai consulate is under the leadership of the Beijing Embassy. There are several levels of difference between them. To be honest, the British and American consulates are the emperor of the public concession, and the minister is the emperor.

When he heard this, the invading inspector who was already aggressive immediately stopped and raised his hand to salute: "I'm sorry, Miss." The Indian police officers behind him nodded and bowed, only regretting that there was no tail to shake.

Emily was unreasonable and pointed to the magazine cover and said vigorously: "Look clearly, our guest is the cover character of Time magazine. He is a hero, a brave man, and a general, not a fugitive you said."

The instructor looked closely and saw that the person on the cover of the magazine was really the same as the person he was trying to catch. He knew that he had made a mistake, so he quickly apologized and took his subordinates out of the Western Restaurant.

The cheerful music rang again and everyone laughed.

"This must be a misunderstanding," said Major Jin.

"The quality of the concession police is too poor. I think it is probably because they have been in Shanghai for too long." Mrs. Jin quickly slapped the little fan.

Emily looked at Chen Zikun affectionately, the blush on her face had not subsided, and the freckles became more obvious.

"Your father is really an ambassador?" Chen Zikun asked. This high branch has to be climbed, and there are many benefits in the future.

Mrs. Jin suddenly smirked: "I'm sorry, I lied to you, but I didn't lie. Emily's father did have been a diplomat, but he was the Minister to the Republic of San Marino."

"That was when I was a child." Emily whispered, and at this time she returned to her well-behaved expression, looking like a large doll.

Luxembourg is a small country in Europe, just a small place, so naturally it cannot be compared with Shanghai, the largest metropolis in the Far East. What's more, Chen Zikun was a little disappointed, but he did not show it. After all, it is hard to meet a noble person halfway through.

After talking a few more words, they left each other's communication methods, and then they dispersed.

On the way, Emily looked a little restless, and Mrs. Jin joked: "Do you fall in love with this handsome Chinese?"

Emily immediately said happily: "To be honest, Chen is not like a Chinese at all. The real Chinese are ugly monsters with short braids and two rat beards. Chen is different from them. He is like a lonely hero in Western movies."

Mrs. Jin said: "It's a pity that he already has a wife, and I heard that there are two."

Emily said in surprise: "God, how is this possible? Shouldn't he be a Christian?"

Mrs. Jin shrugged: "Emily, there are photos of his two wives in Time magazine. Do you only look at the cover when you read the magazine?"

Emily became depressed and stopped talking.

In front of Huizhong Hotel, Chen Zikun invited Mu Yichen to go upstairs, and Mu Yichen politely declined: "No, I have something to do. I'll come to visit you again another day. I just happened to accompany you to find my classmate who is a comprador in a Spanish foreign business."

Chen Zikun agreed happily and watched Mu Yichen leave before going upstairs.

Mu Yichen got on the tram and first went to the neighborhood of Chenghuang Temple in Nanshi to buy a soup bun, and then came to the rented house. This is a new Shikumen building with tap water and electric lights. The room was covered with brand new wooden floors. A graceful figure was sitting in front of the desk working at the desk. There were vases on the windowsill, and a bouquet of white flowers were blooming quietly.

"Qiu Ling, see what I brought to you." Mu Yichen raised the thing in his hand.

"Soup, my favorite food." The girl took the soup and asked with concern: "Have you ever had lunch?"

"I've eaten steak and champagne in the Atlantic Western Restaurant." Mu Yichen said with a smile.

"You lied to me, how could you have money?" Che Qiuling looked disbelief and then became surprised again: "Have you found a job?"

Mu Yichen shook his head: "No, it's someone else's treat. Guess who I met?"

"I can't guess, just say it."

"Senior Chen Zikun of St. John's University."

"It was him, who we marched together, Senior Chen Zikun of the Jingwu Association?"

"Yes, it's him. He is now a general! And he is on the cover of Times magazine..." Mu Yichen said with a slutty brow. Che Qiuling was fascinated by the hearing and suddenly said excitedly: "Didn't you always want to start an industry? Why don't you ask him to invest in it?"

Mu Yichen's eyes lit up, and then dimmed: "He is now the military escort. The first thing he needs to consider is territory and army. This time he came to Shanghai to buy arms."

Che Qiuling was very disappointed: "I didn't expect that the senior was degenerated into a warlord."

Mu Yichen said: "I believe that seniors are different from those militant warlords. I have this feeling. He has ambitions. Since seniors can join the army, why can't I be a comprador? Start with compradors first, accumulate original funds before realizing their ideals!"

Che Qiuling said happily: "Achen, you finally figured it out, it's great." He snuggled over and pressed it against Mu Yichen's chest.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door sounded.

"Turn it?" Che Qiuling asked impatiently.

"Calling the house money." is the landlord's voice.

Mu Yichen stepped forward and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, several men broke in, beating the baseball cap with a vulgar look on his face.

"What are you doing!" Mu Yichen asked sternly.

The gangsters ignored him and walked straight towards Che Qiuling, raised her and left. Mu Yichen hurriedly stopped him, and they jumped up and beat him up. The furnishings in the house were beaten to pieces and the vase was broken. Blood flowed out of the forehead and shouted in pain: "Don't take her away."

Che Qiuling went crazy: "A Chen, A Chen!"

A middle-aged man in long gown walked in and said coldly: "Why don't you take the lady away!"

The gangsters took Che Qiuling out, and the middle-aged man said, "Mu, our master has already reported to the police station for the case of abducting the population. Just wash your butt and prepare to go to Tilanqiao." After that, he left.

In a short while, the sound of the car starting came from downstairs. Mu Yichen slowly got up from the floor and packed up the fragments of the vase. The bouquet of white flowers had been trampled into disgrace.

Mu Yichen's hand was tightly holding the broken porcelain pieces, and blood poured out from the palm of his hand.

After Chen Zikun returned to the hotel, he found that the two wives were not there, and probably went shopping again. He was bored, so he called Li Yaoting and told him what happened to Li and the foreign company.

Li Yaoting was furious immediately: "What is the name of the comprador, I will arrange it immediately."

Chen Zikun said: "The surname is Zhang, and the German name seems to be William. Just teach me a little lesson, don't feed the dogs."

Li Yaoting laughed heartily: "I have a sense of responsibility."

After putting down the phone, Chen Zikun yawned and went to bed for a nap. When he woke up, it was already afternoon. The door bell was dinging. He stepped forward and opened the door. The person standing at the door was actually a gift from the mouth of his mouth and Zhang's comprador of the foreign company.

The finger marks on Zhang Magazine's cheek had not yet subsided, and he was also speechless. He must have lost a few teeth, but he did not have any angry expressions. Instead, he was servile: "General Chen, I am here to apologize to you. It's because I am wrong. I'm angry. I should beat you, I should beat you."

Chen Zikun knew that it was Li Yaoting who worked, and laughed and said, "I forgot about anything unpleasant between us."

The comprador Zhang suddenly became scared: "General Chen, are you unwilling to forgive me?"

Chen Zikun said: "I came from a military family and no one can stop my temper. I've been beaten even if I get angry. I've been relieved long ago, so you don't have to worry about anything."

The comprador Zhang then felt relieved: "General Chen is a good person. I brought the contract to buy a gun. I will still follow the old price. You can fulfill it after signing it."

As he said that, he took out a piece of contract paper. Two hundred Mauser C96 type 7.63mm semi-automatic pistols, each of which is 80 yuan, including wooden holsters and gun accessories, with a total price of 16,000 yuan. Since the contract amount is small, it is a simple version of the contract, and the signature takes effect.

They came to the door to apologize and followed the wholesale price of bulk goods, and their attitude was in place. Chen Zikun was not a rude person. He immediately signed the contract and promised to buy another 50,000 pistol bullets and twenty German-made Bergman portable machine guns. Zhang's comprador lived with a contract commission. Chen Zikun was just giving him money in his business, so there was no reason to be unhappy.

Most of the foreign compradors in Shanghai are born as a pidgin foreign language, and they are passed down from generation to generation. The grandparents and grandchildren and fathers make a living by running errands for foreigners. They are used to relying on others to breathe, so there is no self-esteem at all. Even if there is, they are still in front of their compatriots who have no power or power.

Although Chen Zikun is not a foreigner, he is a warlord and knows the great gangster Li Yaoting. Naturally, he is a character that William Zhang cannot afford to offend. People are willing to leave the matter, so Zhang Composer is naturally very grateful and goes with great gratitude.

After a while, someone knocked on the door again. Chen Zikun thought it was Jian Bing and Yao Yilei who came back from shopping. When he opened the door, he found that it was Zhao Yufeng and the others. Li Changsheng's face was gray, and Wang Degui's clothes were covered with dust and shoe prints. It seemed that he had been beaten up.

"Why, I was taken by the police?" Chen Zikun asked.

Zhao Yufeng shook his head and said dejectedly: "No, we went to the casino to play money, but something happened. The scene was accused of Lao Li and chopped off his finger."

Only then did Chen Zikun notice that Li Changsheng's right hand was hidden behind him. He grabbed it and saw blood stains. A piece of rag was wrapped around his palm, and his index finger was gone.

"Are your guys fire sticks?" Chen Zikun was furious.

Zhao Yufeng said: "Master, two fists are hard to beat four hands. You have to pay them before you take them out. There are many people, and there are quite a few good players who see the situation. It's a pity that you are acting according to the opportunity. Otherwise, we will have to explain our three lives today."

Chen Zikun opened the suitcase, took a few magazines and stuffed them into his waist and said, "Let's go, kill back and take revenge!"
Chapter completed!