Cheng Qianfan sat in the VIP card in the Xianledu Dance Hall with his legs crossed.

He held a goblet in his hand and shook slightly, and the red wine in the cup was rippling like trembling blood.

"Mr. Cheng, is it because he is not beautiful enough?" Ding Yu showed an aggrieved expression.

"Who said?" Cheng Qianfan glanced at the woman beside him and grabbed the woman's delicate chin with one hand. "Ms. Ding is born with beauty, and has a itchy charm. She is so beautiful."

When Ding Yu heard this, he looked at Cheng Qianfan, "Cheng Zongjing will say something his daughter likes to deceive people."

"What am I lying to you?" Cheng Qianfan chuckled, glanced at the woman from top to bottom, with an ambiguous look.

"Oh, where are you looking?" Ding Yu wrapped his hands in front of his chest, which made his chest even more upright and eye-catching.

Cheng Qianfan laughed, put down his goblet, took out a cigarette clip from his briefcase, "When did you leave Kaba and come to the restaurant?"

"I have been here for two or three months, and Mr. Cheng hasn't come to see him." Ding Yu said, taking the cigarette clip and taking out a cigarette, putting it on his lips, gently printing his lipstick mark on the cigarette roll, and then pretending to put the cigarette into Cheng Qianfan's mouth.

However, when I saw Mr. Xiao Cheng who was still smiling just now, he waved his hand and refused, and took out another cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ding Yu was stunned, as if he was at a loss.

"If you need any help, come to the Central Police Station to find me with this cigarette." Cheng Qianfan got up, patted the woman's beautiful back, and said Dandan.

Looking at Cheng Qianfan's back as he left, Ding Yu's face changed repeatedly.

After a while, another dancer came to the locker and sat down, lit a lady's cigarette, took a sip, and squirted out a smoke.

Ding Yu took the cigarette from the woman's hand and took a sip, but coughed repeatedly.

“Failed?”

"Sister Na, Cheng Qianfan is very cautious. He will not touch anything that needs to be entered as long as someone else has touched it." Ding Yu nodded and spat in a low voice, "I'm afraid of the devil."

"It's normal to be afraid of death." Sister Na took the cigarette from Ding Yu's hand, "You have a bad throat. If you can stop smoking, don't smoke."

As she said that, she blew up the ashes, "Cheng Qianfan had been assassinated and had a grudge against Zhang Xiaolin. This man cherishes his life and will naturally be very careful."

"Will Cheng Qianfan be suspicious?" Ding Yu asked.

"No." Sister Na shook her head, "Cheng Qianfan is a lustful person, he can't be unmoved by a beauty like you."

Her eyes were on the cigarette with lipstick mark on the table, "Well, Xiao Cheng always left you a ticket to play with the mandarin ducks."

Ding Yu blushed, patted the woman, and then showed a serious expression, "Sister Na, I still think this method..."

"You just execute the above commands, don't say too much." Sister Na glanced at Ding Yu deeply and said Dandan, "This test shows that Cheng Qianfan is very cautious."

Her fingers gently tapped the table, "It seems that only when you become Cheng Qianfan's bed lover can you find an opportunity to start."

Ding Yu lowered his head and did not dare to speak anymore.

"Use this lipstick less in normal times." Hu Na hesitated for a moment, looked at Ding Yu, and finally said in a low voice.

"I know." Ding Yu's heart warmed and he nodded.

...

Cheng Qianfan came out of the bathroom and Hou Pingliang came up to greet him.

"Brother Fan."

"When did Ding Yu come to Xianledu?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"It was about two months ago." Hou Pingliang thought for a while and said, "It is said that Xianledu spent money to let Kaba come to the restaurant to put people there."

As he said that, he showed a vigilant expression, "Brother Fan, is there a problem with this woman?"

"Does all our fairy music have our people?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"Yes, Lulu." Hou Pingliang said.

"Let her stare at Ding Yu in secret." Cheng Qianfan said.

"yes!"

"Also." Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples, "I tried to find a way to get Ding Yu's lipstick."

“Lipstone?”

"It's the one Ding Yu is using now."

"Understood."

At this time, a man in a suit and ties wears sunglasses entered Xianledu under the guard of two men. The man stood still, looked around at the situation in the dance hall, and walked straight towards the locker box on the right.

"Our guest is here." Cheng Qianfan played with the gold lighter in his hand and chuckled, "Little monkey, come with me and notify other brothers to watch."

"Yes." Hou Pingliang nodded and made a gesture at the same time. With his movement, several bodyguards who were scattered among the dancers began to move. The two went to the door, each of them went to get a glass of wine, walked around the dance hall, and looked around vigilantly.

...

"Boss." Zhang Lu, who was tall and big, approached Li Cuiqun and said in a low voice, "Seeing Cheng Qianfan, he has arrived early."

Li Cuiqun nodded.

"Cheng Qianfan brought people here. The one next to him just now was Hou Pingliang from the police station, nicknamed Monkey." Zhang Lu continued, "There should be three more people. Two of them are now smoking at the door, and one is wandering diagonally opposite."

"Stay at it." Li Cuiqun said slowly.

"yes."

Li Cuiqun leaned his body against the backrest of the soft sofa and felt a little relieved.

After coming to Shanghai, he could be said to have started from scratch, with only one close friend's bodyguard, Zhang Lu, who didn't even have a gun on his body.

The situation is indeed much better now than when he first came to Shanghai, but as the grass-roots team was slowly built, his sense of insecurity became stronger and stronger.

I may not have attracted the attention of Chongqing in the past, but I may be able to do so in the future.

Before leaving today, Qingshui Dong San called No. 67 Daxi Road again, informing him that what he was going to meet today was Cheng Qianfan, the deputy general inspector of the Central Police Station of the French Concession.

Then, someone knocked on the gate of No. 67 Daxi Road and sent information about Cheng Qianfan.

Li Cuiqun was both surprised and not surprised.

Surprisingly, this person turned out to be Mr. Cheng Qianfan, the famous Mr. Cheng in the French Concession.

Not surprisingly, he had heard that Xiao Cheng was always close to Japan. Considering Cheng Qianfan's power in the French Concession, if he had made friends with this person, it would be reasonable for him to introduce this person to him.

Li Cuiqun was thinking about information about Cheng Qianfan in his mind.

His father, Cheng Wenzao, and his mother, Su Zhifu, were martyrs of the Party and the country.

His grandfather was an old member of the Tongmenghui, and even Chang Kaishen wanted to respectfully call him Mr. Gu Zhi.

hehe.

Such a person with such an orthodox background actually had sex with the Japanese.

Li Cuiqun snorted coldly in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to feel much more relieved.

...

Bang bang bang bang.

The leather-covered wooden door of the card box was knocked.

Zhang Lu walked over and opened the door.

"Is Brother Liu here?" Cheng Qianfan, who was in a straight suit, smiled slightly, "Cheng came as promised."

But his heart was extremely fucked. I don’t know if it was the Japanese’s bad taste or Li Cuiqun’s decision, but he actually chose to use the pseudonym of “Brother Liu”.

This pseudonym is a pseudonym that Li Cuiqun used during the Red Party.

"Please, Mr. Cheng, the boss has been waiting for a long time." Zhang Lu said slightly sideways.

"Monkey, you are outside with this brother, don't disturb me and Brother Liu's talk about things." Cheng Qianfan turned his head and said to Hou Pingliang.

"Yes!" Hou Pingliang nodded, took a step forward and closed the door.

Zhang Lu's face became gloomy and he was about to squeeze into the room.

"Zhang Lu." Li Cuiqun spoke and nodded to his subordinates.

Zhang Lu snorted coldly and exited the door.

Hou Pingliang looked at the man coldly and pulled the door of the box from outside.

...

Cheng Qianfan looked at the man sitting on the sofa deeply.

He was wearing a suit, tie, and had a big back, making his forehead look a little wide and his ears look quite small.

He had heard of Li Cuiqun, a traitor, but this was the first time he had seen him today.

Li Cuiqun was also observing Cheng Qianfan. He deliberately did not get up to greet him, but Cheng Qianfan did not have the angrily expression of "young success". Instead, he carried his hands behind his back and looked at the situation in the box seriously.

Of course, it also includes looking at him.

"Mr. Li's name is well-known." Cheng Qianfan sat directly on the sofa opposite Li Cuiqun and smiled, "As the saying goes, it's better to meet than to be famous. Mr. Li is indeed a gentleman."
To be continued...