"The grand ceremony was held, and the guests were all here, the man and the woman were so happy! The virtuous master introduced with sincerity, this gentleman, heroic and generous, this lady, beautiful and talented, and they sat in the same row when they saw each other, dear."

In the Paramount dance hall, a singer was singing the most popular song of this era, "Special Express". On the dance floor, red men and green women danced gracefully.

Where can I smell the slightest atmosphere of war here?

Wang Weiyi took off his tweed coat and hat and handed it to the waiter, lit a cigarette, and observed the situation in the dance hall.

"Let's go, Manager Wang." Lu Mingzhai walked over.

Wang Weiyi nodded

"Oh, Boss Lu, I feel happy when I see Nong." The dance hall manager quickly came up, patting his chest with one hand, as if he was confirming how happy he was. His eyes fell on Wang Weiyi and shouted again:

"Oh, this gentleman has never seen him before, he is born as a man."

"Manager Wang, this is Manager Zhao from the dance hall. He said you are born with a good look and grand." Lu Mingzhai smiled "haha" and said: "Manager Zhao, it's an old position, has Boss Qiao come?"

"Here, come, I'll invite him to come and see you."

As soon as I sat down, I saw a young woman wearing a sky blue cheongsam with a curved body on a table not far away, looking at her while smiling and talking to someone.

"The famous socialite Tang Weihong here" Lu Mingzhai introduced in a low voice.

"Oh, are those who rely on beauty to make their youth?" Wang Weiyi said casually.

Who would have thought that he would have forgotten to speak, but he made a fool of himself when he opened his mouth.

Lu Mingzhai seemed very surprised: "Where did you think of? Manager Wang is afraid he has been confused with the 'social grass'?"

Wang Weiyi was confused. Is there any difference between social flowers? Social grass?

Xiaoling's voice came quickly: "Walkers, don't make fools, sociable people are a compliment, and they cannot be called "people who are not from wealthy families. The strict distinction between "social" and "social grass" lies in whether they are recognized as "social grass" Some people always think that the socialites in Shanghai are beauty in the romantic scene. They are beautiful, charming, good at flirting, and have been dealing with those fat officials and tycoons all year round. Relying on men to support them is actually just talking nonsense. There are many socialites who come from famous families."

Only then did Wang Weiyi realize it and scolded him in his heart that in the movies and TV series of his era. Isn’t the socialites appearing in it more coquettish, and each one can seduce men?

It turns out that those who can be called "social" are actually famous socialites

At this time, Tang Weihong walked towards the place and said politely: "Boss Lu, I haven't seen you for several days." As he said that, he glanced at Wang Weiyi: "What is this?"

Only then did Wang Weiyi see the sorcerer in front of him clearly. He has a slim figure, graceful and graceful skin, white and red, like a lotus in the water, dressed in an elegant and refined manner. Even wearing a sky blue cheongsam, he could not hide the foreign style in his bones.

"Ah, this is Manager Wang, my good friend, who came to Shanghai." Lu Mingzhai quickly introduced.

"Manager Wang is very young and handsome." Tang Weihong smiled faintly: "Boss Lu, you can sit on Manager Wang first. After you finish the talk, can you ask me to dance?"

Wang Weiyi didn't know how to answer for a moment, but Lu Mingzhai said first: "Of course, of course. I will definitely ask Manager Wang to invite Miss Tang later."

Tang Weihong smiled sweetly and turned around and left.

"Manager Wang, it seems that although you have just arrived in Shanghai, you have already won the favor of the beautiful Tang Dynasty." Lu Mingzhai smiled "haha".

Wang Weiyi was a little embarrassed: "Who is this Tang Weihong?"

"What's the origin?" Lu Mingzhai widened his eyes, obviously surprised by Wang Weiyi's "ignorance": "They have two daughters in the Tang family. The eldest daughter Tang Ying married the son of Li Yunshu, a wealthy businessman from Ningbo, and Li Zufa, who graduated from Yale University in the United States. Tang Weihong is the youngest daughter of the Tang family. Her father, Tang Nai'an, once studied in Germany and was a famous doctor in Shanghai."

Hearing the words "Study in Germany", Wang Weiyi was a little worried, and only heard Lu Mingzhai continue to say:

"I heard that there are four chefs in Tang Jiaguang. Two chefs are responsible for making Chinese dim sum, one chef is responsible for making Western dim sum, and another chef is responsible for making big dishes. Their sisters go to the dance party, and the equipment is very expensive. Not to mention jewelry, a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes are worth 200 yuan in the ocean of snowflakes."

Wang Weiyi was shocked when he heard this. Lu Mingzhai said even more vigorously: "There are no less than one group of men who pursue the Tang sisters, including celebrities like Song Ziwen and Yang Xingfo." Song Ziwen got closer and wrote many letters of love, but Tang Ying and Tang Weihong's father had no good feelings for politicians, and Song Ziwen was rarely close to the water and towering. Yang Xingfo's love was even more bitter, and he became haggard for her."

"Don't even Song Ziwen like it?" Wang Weiyi was very curious.

"Yes, but there is a reason for this." Lu Mingzhai lowered his voice: "Tang Yulu, the eldest brother of the Tang family, is handsome and talented, and is Song Ziwen's most trusted secretary. On July 23, 20th, Song Ziwen was assassinated at Shanghai North Railway Station. The assassin judged the person by his appearance, recognized the wrong object, and shot and killed Tang Yulu next to Song Ziwen. Tang Nai'an lost his beloved son and regarded Song Ziwen as a disaster star. How could he be willing to betroth his beloved daughter to such a disaster? Song Ziwen was lucky enough to save his life. He felt guilty and heartfelt to the Tang family. Giving generous gifts and caress is indispensable, and his pursuit of the Tang sisters has been stranded from then on."

So that's it, Wang Weiyi only then understood.

I suddenly remembered that Tang Ying was already married, but whoever could get close to Tang Weihong would be very beneficial to her future career with Song Ziwen.

But the Tang family is really bold. It has such a relationship with Song Ziwen, the National Government's influential person, and he dares to stay in Shanghai. Although the Paramount Dance Hall is within the Shanghai Public Concession, it is not absolutely safe.

"EELLO." At this time, a voice came and a middle-aged man in a foreign style came over: "Boss Lu, who is this friend around you? I don't think he is with you."

There was obvious sarcasm in his words, but Lu Mingzhai was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Fox Qiao, your mouth is not thorny."

Qiao Fox - Qiao Zhihe!

When introducing, Lu Mingzhai did not hide it and told Qiao Zhihe straight to the point that the young man around him was Wang Weiyi who had recently announced that he had risen.

It was obvious that Qiao Zhihe's expression changed, and then he quietly gave a thumbs up: "Brother Wang, you have such a skill! I, Qiao, can kill the Eastern people like this, I, the Fox, will be subdued."

Then, he talked about the purpose of Wang Weiyi's visit this time, and Qiao Zhihe frowned and said, "The solution is good. As long as I, Qiao, is unruly to fight Xiaodongyang. However, the startup capital for this business is too large. I am not afraid of you, Brother Wang, and I have made some money over the years, but I can't afford it."

He spoke without hiding his words, and immediately aroused Wang Weiyi's great favor: "Mr. Qiao, I'll do the funds. Is 220 pounds of gold enough?"

"How many?" Qiao Zhihe's eyes widened when she heard this.

Lu Mingzhai had no idea of ​​how much 220 pounds of gold was. When asked about Qiao Zhihe, Qiao Zhihe stretched out two fingers, and his hands were trembling: "Boss Lu, 100 kilograms of gold."

Lu Mingzhai swallowed his saliva and was shocked

God, 100 kilograms of gold, what is this concept?

They would never dream of this 100 kilogram of gold being nothing to Wang Weiyi. He has 519 tons of gold to mix.

"What, isn't it enough?" Wang Weiyi asked with a smile.

"Enough, enough, it's enough, buying hundreds of Paramounts is enough." Qiao Zhihe cheered up: "Brother Wang, with this gold, I can buy whatever you want for you. But how do we make a profit?"

"Not considering profits." Wang Weiyi said decisively; "What I want is weapons, ammunition, medicines, and intelligence!"

Qiao Zhihe's heart was very delicate, and after thinking about it carefully, "Brother Wang, there is no inappropriate profit. Not to mention the Japanese, even the police stations in the concession will be suspicious. I think we need to cover up the same thing."

He frowned and suddenly said flatly: "Opium!"

"Opium?" Wang Weiyi and Lu Mingzhai exclaimed in a low voice at the same time.

"Opium!" Qiao Zhihe no longer hesitated: "In the concession, opium is the most profitable. In the past, the three tycoons in Shanghai all started their business by doing this. I think so, Boss Lu, to the outside world, I am your spokesperson, helping you make opium. The relationship between the foreign police station is also the one who is responsible for breaking it. In the past, we offer it twice as much as the three tycoons in Shanghai paid them. Since Boss Huang lived in seclusion, Boss Du went to Hong Kong, and Boss Zhang was assassinated, the opium business was cut off, and the income of the foreign inspectors decreased sharply. They needed a spokesperson!"

Wang Weiyi asked afterwards: "Where did you get the opium? What should I do after I get it?"

"I have a place to make opium. After I get it, I will never let it continue to cause harm." Qiao Zhihe answered very confidently: "Brother Wang, please rest assured. Let's just behave like a person. Is there anything more profitable in the world than doing opium business?"

Wang Weiyi nodded slightly: "Since Mr. Qiao is so sure, please give me everything."
Chapter completed!