A hundred years of family: the beginning of eternal life from the Republic of China

"Brother, I said that you are our brother, that is, our brother, whether you recognize it or not."

"But, brother, we don't know your name yet."

The two had already stood up at this time, although Zhao Guang had tried to persuade them again and again, but it was still of little use.

"My name is Zhao Guang."

Zhao Guang shrugged, but he didn't care about saying his name.

When the two people next to him heard the words, they also hurriedly said their names.

"My name is An Bixing. An is safe An. I got my surname after the director of the orphanage's surname."

The other one who was a little fatter also said his name and introduced himself.

"My name is Zhu Minghui. I heard my name from the head of the orphanage. When I was picked up, my name was written on a note and stuffed inside my body."

"So I didn't change my name, I'm still called Zhu Minghui."

Zhu Minghui spoke to Zhao Guang.

"Brother, you are not from Shanghai, right? Wherever you plan to go next, the two of us will go with you. As for our board and lodging, brother, don't worry, you don't have to worry about it."

An Bixing spoke, and after speaking, he and Zhu Minghui looked at each other, and said with a smile.

The two shook their hands, only to hear the sound of silver dollars.

Presumably, the two of them still had a lot of silver dollars on them, or they didn't even pay out a single silver dollar.

That being the case, these two people really don't have to worry about it themselves, they can be regarded as two little rich men, if they go to a slightly rural place, it is not a problem to buy a house and marry a wife.

While discussing this, suddenly figures appeared in front of and behind the alley.

Several people were all dressed in black, with western-style black hats, and their faces were solemn.

Zhao Guang was the first to react, and immediately looked at the people in front of and behind the alley, his eyes slightly concentrated.

It didn't take long for An Bixing and Zhu Minghui to react.

"No, who is this?"

"It doesn't look like a patrolman either."

An Bixing couldn't help but let out a strange cry.

The sense of oppression these men in black gave them was full, and the silence at this moment made them even more mysterious.

"Brother, look for a way to run, the two of us will stop them for you!"

Zhu Minghui didn't wait long, he calmed down, had an idea, and said to Zhao Guang behind him.

Hearing this, Zhao Guang was stunned for a moment, only to see that both of them quickened their movements and rushed out.

And Zhao Guang is naturally not the kind of person who makes others sacrifice and runs away by himself.

So Zhao Guang stretched out his hand and was about to pull out a pistol.

"Kakaka~!"

However, the men in black were faster than Zhao Guang, and they pulled out their guns faster than Zhao Guang. They were not ordinary pistols, but submachine guns.

An Bixing and Zhu Minghui were about to rush to the front of the men in black on both sides. When they saw the submachine gun, they couldn't help being stunned. They stopped immediately, and their bodies gradually became stiff with cold sweat.

Seeing this, Zhao Guang gave up his plan to take out the pistol, and couldn't help feeling a little desperate.

"Sir, please come with us?"

"We have no ill will."

Among the men in black, a leader walked out, and soon arrived in front of Zhao Guang.

What puzzled Zhao Guang was that the man in black didn't even confiscate his own pistol, as if he really had no malicious intentions.

However, Zhao Guang also knew that his current situation was beyond his control, so he naturally put away his gun and walked obediently with them.

Surrounded by a group of men in black, in Shanghai, such a situation is quite abnormal, few people dare to provoke Zhao Guang and others.

Not long after, a group of men in black took Zhao Guang, Zhu Minghui, An Bixing and others to a fairly luxurious office building, and then dispersed.

Only the leading man in black led the way in a hurry and introduced the situation to Zhao Guang by the way.

"The information about you was investigated from the Shanghai Stock Exchange when you shot at the Shanghai Stock Exchange."

"After all, there were many witnesses who saw you."

The man in black spoke slowly and explained to Zhao Guang.

"Having said so much, can you tell me who wants to see me? With such great powers, he must not be an ordinary person, right?"

Zhao Guang glanced at the man in black.

"Here, you'll know when you go in. Walls have ears, so I can't just tell you the news."

The man in black smiled at Zhao Guang, and immediately asked An Bixing and Zhu Minghui to sit on the bench at the door of the office room, and brought Zhao Guang into the office.

The middle-aged man who was sitting on the black leather chair inside heard the movement, suddenly raised his head slowly, and looked in Zhao Guang's direction.

"The Zhao Guang that President Qian mentioned is you, right?"

The middle-aged man asked Zhao Guang, his tone was not very good, as if he was planning to give Zhao Guang a bad start.

Zhao Guang didn't look flustered at all.

"Yes, it's me."

"You are, Song Gaojie?"

Zhao Guang speculated for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth.

"Oh, yes, how do you know I belong to Song Gaojie?"

Song Gaojie saw that Zhao Guang had guessed his identity, so he didn't continue to pretend or hide it.

"Having such power in the whole of Shanghai, and knowing Mr. Qian, and not hurting me, it must be someone else, either Song Gaojie, or your subordinate Luo Jingzhou. It seems that there are only these two candidates."

Zhao Guang spoke slowly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, the man in black beside Zhao Guang and Song Gaojie sitting on the leather chair laughed at the same time.

"I said, you guys are really interesting, calm and smart."

"Yes, would you like to work under me? Follow me."

The man in black beside Zhao Guang spoke to Zhao Guang.

"You are Luo Jingzhou?"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Guang hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.

"Yes, but there is one thing you really misunderstood. I am not Song Gaojie's so-called subordinate. We are actually brothers."

Luo Jingzhou spoke to Zhao Guang.

"That's what I heard from outside."

Zhao Guang thought for a while, he knew Luo Jingzhou's name, it was An Bixing who said it.

"What's the matter with you looking for me now?"

Zhao Guang hesitated for a moment, then asked again.

"Come here first, sit down and talk, there is indeed something, and it is still a very important thing."

"I know that although you know about me from Mr. Qian, you still don't trust me very much, but I can only say that my relationship with Mr. Qian is better than you think."

"And, I appreciate you more than you think."

Song Gaojie pointed to the position next to him, and immediately said to Zhao Guang.

Hearing this, Zhao Guang sat in front of Song Gaojie's desk.

However, Song Gaojie suddenly stretched out his hand and nodded towards Zhao Guang's head.

"You, you, do you know how much trouble you have caused me? When you first came to Shanghai, you still dared to shoot at the entrance of the Shanghai Stock Exchange."