Under the high-pressure policy of the Japanese army, beggars were the only people increasingly living in Pingcheng.

When Zhao Zhiguo became the head of Zuixianglou, he gave Li Jingming an order to provide porridge in the name of Zuixianglou.

After persisting for so long, Zuixianglou is just a restaurant on the surface, but secretly it has made friends with many people in the world.

Nowadays, as long as Zuixianglou wants to inquire about something, he can find out who's chicken was stolen in Pingcheng.

"Shopkeeper, don't worry, give me two days and I will definitely find this person named Lu Zheng."

Lu Zheng was never idle in Pingcheng. Whenever he had time, he would stare at the sea.

After Yu Dahai betrayed Lu Zheng to the Japanese army, the dung beetle turned into a seasonal bird and climbed to the sky.

He served as a liaison officer in Pingcheng, responsible for dealing with the Japanese army and the people of Pingcheng.

Since becoming an official, the little devil has also equipped him with guns and men.

After all, being a lackey for the Japs is a hateful profession. If you didn't have anyone to rely on, you would have been beaten to death by some people in Pingcheng.

Every day when I go out, there are four people at the front, back, left and right to protect Yu Dahai.

Lu Zheng became very angry when he saw Yu Dahai showing off his power every day.

But Lu Zhengyou had nothing to do with him. After all, he was working alone and was shot to death before he even got close to the sea.

On this day, while Lu Zheng continued to stare at the sea, a beggar came to him with a broken bowl.

"Go, go, go, I'm poorer than you!"

After being betrayed by Yu Dahai, Lu Zheng no longer had the heart to do his old job. He just thought about how to die in the sea.

Nowadays, Lu Zheng lives without a fixed abode, has no food to eat, and is living the life of a beggar.

When he was in prison, he could still take out two silver dollars, but now his pocket is cleaner than his face.

"Is your last name Lu?"

"You know me?"

Lu Zheng looked at the beggar in front of him warily.

He was afraid that his whereabouts would be exposed and Yu Dahai would find out. If the person in front of him came to assassinate him, it would be troublesome.

"Our shopkeeper is hosting a banquet at Zuixiang Tower to invite you, and we hope you can go to the banquet."

"Who is your shopkeeper? Who is your shopkeeper?"

Lu Zheng did not connect the beggar with Zhao Zhiguo at all.

"You'll know when Mr. Lu goes there!"

After saying that, the beggar continued to beg along the street.

Lu Zheng glanced at the beggar's back. He was hesitating whether he should go to Zuixiang Tower.

At the beginning of the lanterns, it is the busiest time of the day in Zuixiang Tower. Although the people who come here to eat are not necessarily rich or noble, they are also rich and capable people.

There were also small groups of little Japanese junior officers, wearing strict military uniforms, who started shouting and yelling as soon as they entered the door.

"Princes, there is a special seat reserved for you. What would you like to eat?"

The person who came up to us was none other than Yao Pengju!

Many little Japanese officers have stayed in China for several years, and more or less of them know some Chinese language.

However, the conversation between the Japanese soldiers was only in Japanese, even though in such a place, the Chinese people were very pseudo-soldiers and stayed away from them.

The Japanese officers were still afraid that the matters they were discussing involved military secrets and would be overheard by the Chinese.

The little devil didn't know that the person serving him in front of him could speak Japanese as smoothly as they did.

Asking Yao Pengju to come to receive the Japanese troops also put Yao Pengju in a difficult position.

If this was in Wang County, maybe the heads of these little Japanese officers would have been moved long ago.

In an era when communications were lacking, pubs and restaurants were definitely the distribution centers for news.

Because people have a common problem, and that is the ability to gossip at the dinner table.

Precisely because of this, crowds gathered in the restaurant and the news spread very quickly.

The same goes for the little devils. They are talking about the war on the front line.

After attacking for so long, they have yet to break into Bingzhou. Even though they are junior officers of the Japs, they are still discussing countermeasures.

Yao Pengju stood by and after listening for a while, there was no valuable news for them.

Of course, there will be more than one table of little Japanese officers coming to Zuixianglou for dinner tonight...

While Yao Pengju was "serving" the little devil, a ragged "beggar" with a dirty face came out of Zuixiang Building.

"Brother, we don't serve porridge tonight!"

At the entrance of Zuixiang Building, people come and go by car. Even if there is no car, they still come by rickshaw.

There are beggars. Every night there are beggars staying near Zuixianglou, just waiting for Zuixianglou to give out porridge so that they can grab it early.

However, these beggars also gave Zuixianglou a sense of security. No one dared to cause trouble in Zuixianglou.

If someone dares to mess with Zuixianglou, doesn't it mean that they will destroy the jobs of these beggars?

Although these beggars are thin and weak, no one dares to provoke these people when they join forces.

Under the lanterns, there are richly dressed people, well-fed and well-fed, and there is a girl holding his arm.

But just where the lights couldn't shine, a group of naked people crowded together and shivered, and had to endure the phlegm spitted out by those people.

"It was your shopkeeper who invited me here!"

Lu Zheng thought to himself that you, a janitor, looked down on people. I am a little poorly dressed, but I am not a beggar.

Just last month, I was a regular visitor here.

The people standing at the door really didn't mean to look down on Lu Zheng. After all, he had been a beggar before, but it was only because Li Jingming saw his loyalty that he recruited him into Zuixiang Tower.

"Our shopkeeper? Brother, don't be joking. You have also seen that at this time every night, we are so busy that our shopkeepers don't even have time to eat. How can we treat you to dinner?"

Most of the peripheral staff in Zuixiang Tower believed that Li Jingming was the real shopkeeper and had no idea that there was Zhao Zhiguo behind Li Jingming.

Lu Zheng also began to doubt it. After all, he only listened to what a beggar said.

"Is that beggar deliberately playing tricks on me? If I see him again, I will beat the crap out of him."

Lu Zheng realized that he seemed to have been deceived.

But just when Lu Zheng turned around and was about to leave, something like a pebble suddenly hit him on the top of his head.

"Which turtle bastard is going to beat you!"

Although it didn't hurt, Lu Zheng was still very annoyed after being hit on the head and shouted.

His voice startled all the beggars around him.

The beggars around him thought that Lu Zheng was here to cause trouble, so they stood up one after another and slowly gathered under the light from the darkness.

After a while, the beggars formed a semicircle at the intersection of light and darkness.

Lu Zheng's peripheral vision also caught sight of something unusual in the darkness. He had been living in Pingcheng for so long and often came to Zuixiang Tower for entertainment, so naturally he had heard about Zuixiang Tower.

"What bad luck!"
Chapter completed!