Chapter 26: Old Jiang

If Chen Zikun used this trick in Beijing, the gangsters and gangsters who faced each other would definitely give in when they saw the hard guy, but this was in the Shanghai beach where there were mixed with heroes everywhere. A foreigner who had just arrived from the Shiliupu Wharf wanted to calm the scene with two pistols. It would be a bit difficult.

The gangsters sneered one by one, and the leader came over to bow to Chen Zikun and asked with a smile: "Dare you ask about this boss's surname?"

Chen Zikun said: "Don't have your surname Chen."

The smile on the other person's face became stronger: "Do you dare to ask if the boss is at home?"

Chen Zikun naturally heard that the other party was talking about the gang incision, but he was a Kanto horse thief and only knew his own slander. He didn't know how to cut the Shanghai gang incision. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to the other party and said straight to the point: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm the most shameful person who bullies others with power, get out of here."

The gangster was not angry, and asked the last sentence again. This sentence was not an incision, but a plain language that everyone can understand.

"Is this guy from the Songhu Guardian Office?"

"I didn't hear it. Brother Kun told you to get out, don't be fucked up." Li Yaoting knew Chen Zikun's power well, so he didn't look down on these gangsters and scolded him.

The gangsters were angry, frowning and angry, eager to try, and a few of them had lifted their clothes and exposed the handle of the axe on their waists.

Seeing that the conflict was intensifying, the bald man quickly came out to smooth things over: "Brothers, the debt I owe must be returned, but the turnover has not been effective recently and it is slightly inconvenient. When the funds are in place, we will definitely return the capital and profits together."

The gangsters had a way out, but they didn't dare to fight with the guns in public. They said a few slander words that Chen Zikun and the others couldn't understand and left.

The bald man breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief and said, "Thank you two for help."

Li Yaoting said: "Stop coming, you have not given any explanation for our meal yet."

Chen Zikun said: "Forget it, just two bowls of noodles. It's not easy for this guy, let's go."

The bald man said, "You two are here for the first time in Shanghai. Why not be a tour guide for you and show your gratitude."

Chen Zikun thought for a while and said, "Okay."

The bald man clasped his fists and said, "I am here in Fenghua Jiang Zhiqing, I wonder what are the two of them?"

Chen Zikun said: "My name is Chen Zikun, and his name is Li Yaoting."

The bald man said, "Brother Chen, Brother Li, lucky to know. You just took action but offended the local Qing Gang figures. I'm afraid there will be an unexpected accident. Let's leave quickly."

So the three of them left the small noodle restaurant and headed west along the bustling street. Jiang Zhiqing talked endlessly about Zhejiang-style Mandarin, introducing the humanities and geography of Shanghai to two new arrivals to Beijing friends.

"Shanghai is divided into two parts: the Concession and the Chinese Concession. The Concession is divided into the British and American Public Concession and the French Concession. The Chinese Concession is divided into North and South City. The delicious and fun things are all in the Concession. What we are walking now is the most prosperous road in the public concession. Further ahead there are the Race Hall and Four Roads."

Li Yaoting looked at the bustling shops on both sides of the road, his eyes were full of excitement. Suddenly, he saw a man carrying a woman across the market with a woman on his shoulder. He was very surprised: "Old Jiang, what's going on?"

Jiang Zhiqing was in his thirties, not much older than both of them. He was not angry when he was called Lao Jiang, but instead felt friendly. He smiled and said, "That's a girl from Sima Road, who goes to do business."

"Where is Sima Road?" Li Yaoting wondered.

Jiang Zhiqing smiled and said, "There are many book residences there, Changsanyao Ertang, which is the most fun place on Shanghai?"

"What are you playing?" Li Yaoting still looked confused. He was a clever person in Beijing before, but when he was in Shanghai, he was so mute, which made Chen Zikun unable to see him. He interrupted, "It's just a place to play with women."

Li Yaoting suddenly realized: "It's just a kiln, and he still has such a gentle name."

Jiang Zhiqing laughed: "Little Chen is so straightforward, he is really a hero, but he can't say that. The teacher in the Book House sells his skills but not his body. The Changsan Hall is mainly a place where he talks about business and friends. If he really wants to play with women, he has to go to a bacon and a nail shed. Although they are all old and old women, they can occasionally find good families."

This pointed Li Yaoting's pain point. His mother Yanhong was a prostitute, and she was the lowest-class half-closed door, which was the same as the good family in the bacon.

Chen Zikun said: "Brother Jiang is so clear, so I must have gone to play often?"

Jiang Zhiqing touched the bald head and smiled embarrassedly, covering up, "I'm also hearing about it."

The topic ended here. A tram came over with a bell. Jiang Zhiqing called out: "Get on the bus, I'll take you to Western food."

The tram was not fast and there was no door. The guests only needed to walk a few steps to get on the bus. The three of them jumped onto the tram. Chen Zikun touched his pocket and was penniless. Jiang Zhiqing saw his embarrassment and took out three copper coins to pay the fare, and took them all the way to a French Western restaurant on Xiafei Road in the French Concession.

Seeing that the three of them were dressed in shabby clothes, the waiter of the Western restaurant knew that it was a poor man who came to eat foreign food, he looked down upon him and ignored the guests and did not even pour out the glass of water. Li Yaoting was born as a cub in the Six Kingdoms Hotel, so how could he not understand the name of this place, so he was furious: "Call your boss to come."

The foreman came indeed, but he was still smiling and didn't laugh. He deliberately brought a menu in full French to invite them to order food. Chen Zikun was unambiguous. He took the menu and reported the name of the key orders in an authentic and fluent Paris accent. The foreman was stunned because Chen Zikun spoke too fast and could not understand his pidgin French proficiency.

But he understood one thing, and the other party's French level was definitely more than ten times higher than his.

The French manager came to hear the sound and asked Chen Zikun: "Sir, have you just returned from Paris?"

Chen Zikun talked and laughed a few times. The manager ordered the waiter to give them three glasses of red wine for free, and then greeted them affectionately before going back.

The foreman and the envoy immediately looked at each other with admiration and were attentive.

Chen Zikun is familiar with the rules of eating Western food. Li Yaoting has been in the Six Kingdoms Hotel and knows more than him. The two of them are gentle and gentle, and they are gentle. Jiang Zhiqing secretly praised her and even more like making friends in her heart.

The three of them enjoyed the French steak and savored the red wine. Li Yaoting held the red wine and looked at the paulownia trees on the flying road outside the glass window and the red men and green women coming and going. Suddenly, he felt like he was a different life. The pain of losing his mother seemed to be isolated thousands of miles away.

"This is Shanghai. I must make a name for myself on this land." He murmured to himself.

Jiang Zhiqingzheng and Chen Zikun had a great chat there.

"Brother Chen, it seems that you are not a member of the gang." Jiang Zhiqing ate a piece of steak and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"How can I see it?" Chen Zikun shook his red wine glass, as if he was intoxicated by the Shanghai style like his companions.

"I heard it when that guy asked you just now. When he asked you about your surname, he was chatting about the sea. If he was helping someone, he would answer, don't have a surname, Chen, and Pan, he asked if you were at home. If you were helping, he would answer. If you were helping, he would answer it. It would be easy to say that he would be inspired by the ancestor. Then he asked who the master of your family was. He had a deep knowledge of it."

Chen Zikun said: "Brother Jiang is a member of the Qing Gang?"

Jiang Zhiqing said: "Where is it, I am a loophole. I know some of the simplest incisions. There are more than just a few sentences of the undersea incision of the Qinggang Sea. It has never been said to be a rumor. If an outsider wants to pretend to be a person in the gang, it is not easy for someone to see it. If someone discovers it, it will be a loss of his or her life.

Chen Zikun said: "We are indeed not from the Qing Gang. We brothers came from the north and went to Shanghai to save the world. If you don't know anything, please give me some advice."

Jiang Zhiqing said: "It's easy to say. I think the two of them are as powerful as rainbows. They must not be in the pond. However, the dragon also has a potential at the bottom of the abyss. There are fish and dragons on the beach, and there are many piers. There are also foundations that foreigners have built for decades. It is not possible to rely on their passion alone. For example, today's situation is very dangerous. Those gangsters are from the local Axe Gang and have always been vengeful. They believe that you are not the ones who are ganging and are not plainclothes in the military and police, so they must take revenge."

Li Yaoting curled his lips: "Do you know that our Brother Kun is so powerful that even seven or eight Jianjiazi can't get close to him."

Jiang Zhiqing said: "I naturally know this, but two fists cannot match four hands. The tiger cannot hold up the wolves. Thinking about Ma Yongzhen, Shandong, back then, a man was hit by a lime bag in Yidongtian Teahouse and was dismembered from his body. He died so heroically."

Li Yaoting stopped talking and felt a little guilty. The gangsters in Shanghai were too fucking unintentional and played with lime bags when fighting. Compared to the man in Beijing, they were simply despicable.

Seeing that he was sincere, Chen Zikun was grateful and bowed: "Thank you, Brother Jiang for your advice."

At this time, the Western food was almost done. Jiang Zhiqing called an envoy to pay the account, paid three oceans and two cents of tips, and stood up and said, "It's getting late, and the two of you are tired from the boat. Why don't I drive a room and ask you to rest."

Li Yaoting said: "You always make money, why are you so embarrassed? Your man is not rich and still owes others the debt."

Jiang Zhiqing smiled and said, "The debt is too high and I owe thousands of dollars. It's not bad. I'm quite close to you and I want to live together, so I can ask for advice sooner or later."

"That's the case, I'll bother you." Chen Zikun agreed, and Li Yaoting said nothing.

Jiang Zhiqing took them to Dadong Hotel, opened a double room, took the elevator upstairs, and Annan waiter helped them open the iron fence gate of the elevator. The three of them walked in, and Li Yaoting's eyes widened: "Any hotel in Shanghai has an elevator. In our Beijing, only the Six Kingdoms Hotel has it."

"Dadong Hotel is like East Asia, Far East, Yipinxiang, and is known as Sandong and Yipin. It is one of the few luxury hotels on Shanghai, and it is also the closest thing to have an elevator."

"How much does it cost for a night?"

"Three dollars a night."

"Be good, the hardware is as good as the Six Kingdoms Hotel, and the price is half the cheaper." Li Yaoting was shocked.

After entering the room, there were carpet wallpapers, hot and cold faucets, and there was a lot of traffic outside the window.

Jiang Zhiqing explained to them how to use hot water faucets, bathtubs and other advanced things. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "I have an important date, so I won't accompany you anymore. You two take a hot shower and go to bed early. Let's have breakfast together tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Brother Jiang." Li Yaoting sent Jiang Zhiqing out of the room, jumped onto the spring bed excitedly, and smiled: "I can live in a luxurious room too. This brother Jiang is so kind."

Chen Zikun said: "He hired two free bodyguards, which was very comfortable."

Shortly after Jiang Zhiqing left the hotel, seven or eight hooligans surrounded a man in a suit and came to Dadong Hotel. The man showed up at the French Concession Police Office and asked the front desk: "Which room did the two guests who came just now live in?"
Chapter completed!