Rebirth of Miss Jiao of the Republic of China

"Rebirth of the Republic Flirt" Author: cool slightly in October

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Overhead Republic of China, there is no prototype, and the scum is cool.

All rebirths that do not aim at revenge are in vain.

Tang Jiao was wearing a small dress, sitting on the wall with Buddhist scriptures dangling her legs.

With so many enemies, which one should we start from?

Gu Tingyun looked at the charming little girl and smiled without speaking.

It's just that the prayer beads in his hand creaked.

Little bastard, let me find you.

Step by step, the top big boss will make a story about the cruel and cruel Jiao Lolita.

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Gold Medal Recommendation: Shuangwen was reborn in the Republic of China. Tang Jiao was killed in the last life. After rebirth, she decided to cherish the opportunity and live up to her youth. She was free and easy, from the initial radical impulse, willingness and enmity, she slowly grew up, becoming courageous and courageous, taking care of the overall situation. She is like a little sun, illuminating many people around her, changing her own destiny as well as others. It also gained the family friendship and love that I expected. The plot of this article is ups and downs, the characters are vivid and lifelike. The plot is confusing and fascinating. In-depth portrays a period of love, hatred and hatred in Shanghai under the background of a special era, which is a history of the growth of the rich lady.

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"Miss Jiao Reborn"

October is slightly cool

2017.6.15

It's midwinter, and the downfall of heavy snow like feathers keeps blowing, mixed with some northerly winds, and it's cold to the bones.

A car slowly stopped at the entrance of the most prosperous Sifang Hotel in Harbin. A maid trotter dressed in a western dress came to the front of the car. She walked on the roof and opened the door respectfully.

The exquisite woman wearing a cheongsam in the car, in her thirties, is exquisite and picturesque. Slim and tall high heels stepped on the snow, leaving a little trace.

The maid behind her immediately raised her umbrella, and snowflakes fell on the red plum umbrella.

Indoor and outdoor are like two heavens, the outside world is icy and snowy, but inside the Sifang Hotel is singing and dancing.

"The shopkeeper, the man has arrived and is waiting for you in the emperor's room on the second floor."

This fashionable woman is not someone else, but Tang Jiao, the famous female owner of the Sifang Hotel in Harbin.

Tang Jiao nodded, and walked to the second floor. She knocked on the door briefly, and she entered with a smile, "Mr. Xu, you have been waiting for a long time."

The voice is like a yellow oriole out of the valley.

Mr. Xu didn't neglect, he stood up immediately and shook hands with her, with a bit of restraint.

Mr. Xu looked at Tang Jiao and found that this woman was just like the rumor, with willow leaves curving eyebrows and cherry mouth, her graceful figure, although she was middle-aged, she was still glamorous.

Tang Jiao raised the corner of her mouth and greeted him: "Mr. Xu has come here this time and all the way is smooth?"

Mr. Xu immediately remembered his purpose of coming to the Sifang Hotel. He secretly spit on himself in his heart, and immediately picked up the peculiar shrewdness of the businessman: "Fortunately, fortunately, thanks to the care of the shopkeeper Tang."

He didn't mean anything, took a deep breath, and said straight to the point: "It's true that I took the liberty to come to see the shopkeeper Tang this time for the business of our foreign company. Now Xiangyizi and Snow Cream are very Supplies in short supply. I heard that shopkeeper Tang can buy goods from Shanghai in some ways. I wonder if there will be this opportunity to get a share of the pie?"

Tang Jiao has some reputation in the rivers and lakes. If she plays with her, she is afraid that there will be no bones left. It's really straightforward but talkative.

Tang Jiao picked up the tea cup, and her slender fingers were well maintained. The nails were the most popular red now. The red nails lined the white bone china cup, which didn't make people feel obtrusive. She just thought it was really true. A golden man.

The ticking clock made a sound, and as the minute passed, Mr. Xu's heart slowly lifted up.

In fact, he does not have many supply channels. Now the war is tight, and there are not many people who can get these in short supply. Recently, he has really gotten bad luck. Several avenues have gone wrong. There are also rumors that he is very unkind in business. Some people even say that he eats black. I don’t know who is doing this mess!

Now he is so difficult that he needs to rush from Fengtian to Harbin to find Tang Jiao's help.

He rubbed his hands nervously.

Tang Jiao slowly tasted the tea, looking at Mr. Xu’s expression, she seemed to feel that the effect had been achieved, and she lightly opened her lips: “It’s natural to have a piece of the pie. Since I saw Mr. Xu, I’m very sincere. I just don’t know, Mr. Xu How much is his sincerity?"

Mr. Xu immediately stretched out his finger.

Tang Jiao smiled meaningfully and shook her head: "Plus 30%."

Mr. Xu looked at Tang Jiao incredulously, Tang Jiao earnestly said: "In this situation, if you don't do it, there will always be someone else."

She smiled shallowly, with a little erratic.

Mr. Xu gasped deeply and clenched his fists: "This...I need to consider."

Tang Jiao didn't reluctantly said, "It's good, but I want to remind you that time doesn't wait for anyone. This meal allows me to make the best of the landlord's friendship. Please use it, but I will not be with you."

She didn't seem to regret it. She got up and came to the door. Before opening the private room door, she heard Mr. Xu's voice, "Wait a minute."

In fact, he had no more retreats. Even though Tang Jiao had harsh conditions, he could only agree. This was his only chance.

Tang Jiao turned to look at him, Mr. Xu swallowed hard: "I agree."

Tang Jiao showed a bright smile, "It seems that Mr. Xu is a smart man."

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Tang Jiao sat on the mahogany chair facing the street, looking through the window lattice, looking at the scene on the street with a vague expression. At this hour, there were no people on the street. The blue bricks and blue tiles in the distance were covered with white snow, and the street lights on both sides Shining on the snow, the clammy breath seemed to penetrate the bone marrow.

She sat there quietly, knocking on the door, Tang Jiao looked up at the door, this was her assistant Gu Er, the person she had rescued from the street, and she was a person she had limited trust.

Gu Er opened his mouth and said: "The shopkeeper, Mr. Xu's contract has been finalized, and he will definitely not know that we cut off the door on his side." With some business talks on his face. Smile.

It's just that Tang Jiao didn't have any extra expressions. She sat there quietly, "Have you sent a telegram to Qi Ye?"

Gu Er: "It has been posted, don't worry."

Tang Jiao nodded. She said, "I don't worry about your work. Go on."

Gu Er was a little worried, but he retreated quickly, closing the door before leaving.

On this day of the year, the shopkeeper would shut himself in the room and cry bitterly after handling everything.

Tang Jiao smiled lightly and leaned her head on the big mahogany chair. Everyone thinks that she is a figure capable of overthrowing in Harbin, but they don't know that she is just a **** in the hands of others.

But she didn't mind making such a chess piece. If it weren't for meeting Gu Qiye, if it wasn't for being a chess piece, Tang Jiao wasn't sure that she was no different from the dancing girls in Sifang Hotel in such troubled times. Or, she would be the same as the women in the skin business in the invisible alley on the opposite street.

After all, it won't be better.

So she was willing to be this chess piece, became this chess piece, left her hometown to Harbin, and became a three-pointer that everyone should be afraid of.

Tang Jiao felt that she didn't really have any regrets. Life is like this. There are gains and losses. Today's rare fragility is just because it coincides with her mother's death.

She got up and went to the wine cabinet to pour herself a glass of wine, scarlet red wine like blood.

Tang Jiao took a sip. From the time her mother passed away and the Tang family fell, her life was derailed to a desperate point.

Who would have thought that Tang Jiao in Harbin would be the eldest girl from the Tang family in Shanghai twenty years ago, the most delicate person.

If her father hadn't taken the concubine and brought the woman home, their family might still be harmonious. But her mother was killed by that woman after all. Her father also gradually came to a dead end.

Their family was killed so miserably, but the woman was living well.

Her daughter married well and became the chief's wife.

Tang Jiao couldn't sleep every night, thinking of that vicious woman and wishing to kill her, she raised her head and drank the red wine.

A flash of hatred flashed in her eyes. She didn't look forward to anything else. She only hoped that she could return to Shanghai in her lifetime and kill the vicious woman.

Tang Jiao got up and came to the window, her eyes flashing fiercely.

On this day of each year, she prayed that she would have a chance to go back, but year after year, she bit her lip and grabbed the edge of the window with her fingers.

When will she have a chance?

"Uh."

Tang Jiao unexpectedly felt a throbbing pain in her heart. She lowered her head and pressed her chest. The deepest part of her heart seemed to be collapsing more and more urgently and more and more painful. Collapsed to a bottomless place.

Tang Jiao slowly squatted down, the big beads of sweat continued to fall, she wanted to speak, but she vomited a mouthful of blood, "Gu, Gu Er..."

She was hurting more and more, her heart hurting more and more, she looked at the wine glass not far away, stared at it, biting her lip: "Poison..."

She fell to the ground, squeezing the carpet hard, suffering in agony.

The door of the room was gently pushed open. Tang Jiao tried to look up to see who poisoned him, but she felt that she didn’t have any strength at all, so she could see. After arriving, clean and shiny leather shoes.

The man squeezed her hand and supported her.

Tang Jiao didn't know whether to save her or to determine her life and death, at this time she couldn't open her eyes...

I don’t know how long it took, she heard Gu Er’s cry...

In the 37th year of the Republic of China, Tang Jiao, the female shopkeeper of the Sifang Hotel, was assassinated and died at the age of thirty-five. The smuggling business in Harbin was once interrupted, shocking Harbin.

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