Perhaps they are concerned about the reactions of Britain, the United States, France and other countries. So far, the Japanese have not dared to act blatantly in the middle and western areas of the public concessions and the French concessions.

Otherwise, the major banks of the National Government would not still stick to the financial war with Japan in Shanghai, and the vast number of newspapers and magazines would not promote the war of resistance in a single piece. The "Eight Hundred Warriors" who withdrew to the lonely military camp on Jiaozhou Road would not raise the flag as usual and train at the same time. In their spare time, they would also self-rely produce some "Lonely" brand soap to supplement their lives.

As for the so-called "devil's cave" - ​​No. 76, Jisfier Road, people in the concession are still relatively unfamiliar.

If the newspaper hadn't had a big news broke some time ago that the concession gate at the junction of Jing'ansi Road and Daxi Road, several cars were driven from west Shanghai, and the police guarding the gate ordered them to stop and undergo inspection as usual. However, someone in the car fired a gun, which injured more than a dozen Chinese soldiers and killed a red-headed San! The police station counterattacked without hesitation. For a moment, gunfire sounded loudly, passers-by rushed to avoid it, and the order was in chaos.

It was from this incident that the concession learned that there was such a secret service agency.

The concession authorities were openly shooting the police, and the concession authorities had to protest to the Japanese side. Perhaps the protest really played a role. After that gunfight, the spy No. 76 never came to cause trouble again. The conditions were relatively relaxed, and at least there was no danger in a short period of time. Therefore, the vast majority of Chinese in the concession still supported the war of resistance.

So much so that traitors of all sizes dare not show up in the concession easily, otherwise they would die miserably. There are countless examples of this. There was a traitor who did something for the Japanese who was recognized by a group of patriotic young men on the road and was beaten up by passers-by. The American military police, who were less than twenty steps away from him, squeezed into the crowd and saw an unrecognizable corpse.

Perhaps the law does not punish the public, or perhaps they really sympathize with China from the bottom of their hearts. The concession authorities did not investigate in depth, and did not arrest them on a large scale, and it was finally left unresolved.

This is obviously not a good thing for Master Chen. Not to mention that as a traitor, he is likely to repeat the same mistake. Recruiting soldiers is a task that seems so simple that it cannot be completed. Because the little-minded ** defeated soldiers are hiding in the concession, so they naturally will not stay in the Japanese-controlled area and wait for death. He cannot blatantly recruit people in the concession, otherwise it would be tantamount to seeking death.

It is even more puzzling to go to the four townships to recruit, because from the map, you will find that although the Japanese army is unstoppable, it does not really control much territory except for a few key points. Even Nanshi and Pudong, which are close to each other, there are small groups of Zhongyi rescue activities.

People are the slaughter and I am the slaughter.

The old Japanese devil Harada had to do what he told him. Master Chen had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask Mayor Fu, who had met for help, set up several recruitment points in western Shanghai, trying to get through. It is worth mentioning that Master Chen not only did not participate in the recruitment, but was not even sent to the recruitment point, but entrusted it to the Shanghai West Police Station.

Whether you are a pandala or you are ulterior motives to mix sand here, Master Chen always refuses everyone, one hundred yuan in fiat currency per person, and "cash spot".

Master Chen had figured it out completely. Since he wanted to lose money and avoid disaster, he would not care about anything outside his body. He had just paid Pan Da 3,600 yuan and sent the thirty-six crooked dates he recruited for him into the Jiangwan Military Camp. Then he changed into the inconspicuous Yin Danshi Lin long shirt and rushed to a house not far from the racing hall.

The butler Chen Liang was guarding the door early. As soon as the black Mercedes-branded sedan stopped, he quickly opened the door and walked in with the eldest master, while anxiously saying: "The brothers of me have arrived, but in addition to them, there are four uninvited guests."

"Uninvited guest?" Chen Jizu's heart was trembling and subconsciously slowed down.

"Qiu, Xie, Yang, Lin," Chen Liang paused and added: "Don't worry, young master, they are not outsiders, they just feel a little sudden. After all, the third uncle didn't even mention it in the telegram."

The so-called Qiu, Xie, Yang, and Lin are obviously Qiu, Xie, Yang and Lin companies, which are both the five major surname companies in Penang. What did they send people to do? Master Chen was puzzled. Considering that the person had arrived and was waiting for him inside, he no longer thought about it.

"The Changfu of the Island House has met his adopted uncle."

As soon as he stepped into the living room, a burly man in his thirties immediately came up and bowed to Master Chen. Immediately afterwards, Chen Changlu and Chen Changshou, who were also island houses, Chen Changxi from Songfang, and Chen Changcai from Haida also held the tribute of his juniors to ask Chen Jizu, the uncle who was younger than them.

Young Master Chen, who is orderly and has different ranks of superiority and inferiority, is not polite, and while greeting them, he said enthusiastically: "I have traveled across the ocean and rushed here from Nanyang. I have worked hard for my brothers of each family, and I will be in trouble in the future, so please keep your energy in the past few days."

"The third uncle from the former came to tell me that after we arrived in Shanghai, we were sent by our uncle to the emperor."

After all, they were thugs deliberately trained by Yingchuantang. They were all big and thick, and they felt that they were not easy to mess with when they stood there. And they didn’t talk much, which showed enough “professional qualities”.

The fortune, fortune, longevity, happiness and wealth are all here, and the heaven, earth, king, relatives and teachers are coming soon. Master Chen, who is worried about the absence of anyone around him, was ecstatic and nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I'm so disrespectful. If you have any needs, just talk to Aliang, and the expenses will be counted on the Cenfang account. In short, don't save money for me, let alone treat yourself as an outsider."

The five fingers are stretched out and each has its own strengths. The huge Chen family Yingchuan Hall is naturally rich and poor. These professional thugs, either children from poor families, or orphans whose parents have both died, would not have been trained to become the fist of Yingchuan Hall.

For them, since the sect leader made a statement, it would be a matter of duty to work for Master Chen. I never thought that Master Chen was not only not picky about money like other owners, but even asked them not to save money for him. Chen Changfu couldn't help but be surprised. After thinking about it, he said expressionlessly:

"I brought some money when I came, and it was no problem to deal with it for ten or half a month. But the British guys were very strict, and even the guys who worked were unable to get on the boat. Besides, they were the first time they came to Shanghai and were not familiar with the place, so I had to ask Uncle Jizu to solve this problem."

"There are some guns, and I will take you to get them in two days. I will say the same thing. I will first accumulate energy in these two days."

While speaking, four middle-aged men in suits and ties walked down the stairs. Butler Chen hurriedly introduced: "Young Master, these are Mr. Yang Shuren and Yang from Zhide Hall, Mr. Qiu Binghui and Qiu from Longshan Hall, Mr. Xie Jingsheng from Shitang and Mr. Lin Huaiyi from Jiulong Hall."

For Master Chen, these four names are definitely well-known!

Because they were like the one in the urn, they were the heads of the four major surname companies, including Qiu, Xie, Yang and Lin. However, they did not come to Shanghai to do business like Chen Mingxuan, but stayed in Nanyang all the time.

Now that he has come out in full bloom, Chen Jizu doesn't think they are here to pay their respects. Before he could greet him one by one with his younger brother's greetings, Yang Shuren, who was walking in front, gestured in front of him, and sighed with emotion: "Time flies so fast! We get old in the blink of an eye. I remember that you were so tall when you left Nanyang, and you became a big guy in a blink of an eye."

Although Chen Jizu was a bastard before, his memory was not bad at all. He was even more impressed by the dark middle-aged man in front of him. Master Chen did not dare to neglect him, so he bowed and said, "Nephew Jizu, I have met Uncle Yang."

"None of them are outsiders, there is no need to be polite," Yang Shuren waved his hand, then turned around and said with a expressionless face: "Changfu, Changlu, Changshou, all the little brothers of the Chang generation of Company Chen, can you give Yang a face? Let's avoid it for the time being, let me say a few words to your uncle."

As the head of Zhide Hall and the general manager of Fujian Company, Yang Shuren said this to give them face. How dare Chen Changfu not obey his orders, and immediately took his brothers out of the living room without looking back. Even the butler Chen Liang realized that it was not suitable for him to stay here, so he left without them speaking.

The four people in front of them are all from Longxi County, Zhangzhou. They are in harmony with the Chen family Yingchuan Hall and have dominated the Fubang society in Penang for nearly a century!

They maintained feudal rule by relying on their special personality beliefs and the society, and spared no effort in the construction and maintenance of temples. The "Fujian Company" they controlled was the joint organization used to manage the City God Temple on the Seven Roads of Penang, the Shuimei Palace at the Wandao Head, the Snake Temple at the Wangjiao Lan, the Fude Temple at the Pililu and the Qinglong Palace at the Sunset Cave.

It can be seen from this that Yang Shuren, the general manager of Fujian Company, has a higher status in Penang than the third uncle of Yingchuantang! In the eyes of Master Chen, he is the boss of the underworld in Penang, not much different from Du Yuesheng in Shanghai. It’s just that they were elected, and only when the entire Fu Gang encounters a survival crisis will he be given the power to command and dispatch other surname companies.

"My nephew, your third uncle told us all. As Changfu said just now, we are new to us, and we are not familiar with the place and cannot help much. Whether we can get out of trouble depends on you. But from another perspective, this may not be a test for you."

It's just nonsense!

Since you can't help, what are you doing? Mr. Chen, who was still full of expectations just now, was extremely disappointed and said in frustration: "If you are not careful, you will die. This kind of test is really special."

What made him laugh and cry was that the man from Longshantang said with a smile: "Brother Shu Ren said so well, young people do need to be tempered. Following the ancestors and nephews, Uncle Qiu believes that you will definitely make a big splash if you don't make a sound."

Master Chen sighed lightly, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Is it still a big fuss? Now, I'm thankful for not losing my life."
Chapter completed!