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Jiang Cheng raised his neck and exhaled a long breath, withdrew from the young man's body, touched a cigarette and lit it, closed his eyes and recalled the uncontrollable soreness and indescribable satiety in his heart just now, After a while, he turned his face away and tucked the quilt into the young man curled up beside him as if cold.

"Tell me, why did you come here?" Jiang Cheng brushed the young man's short hair protruding from the quilt, muttering to himself, "Be gentle, make a smiling face and say something nice. , Why don’t I obey you? This Jinzhou is mine, and it’s yours.”

He stopped for a while, but didn't hear Gu Sheng say anything.Jiang Cheng knew that he was not asleep, the thin figure of the young man was wrapped in the Jiang family's custom-made brocade quilt, and fell to the ground lightly like a tired feather.

Jiang Cheng pinched his cigarette, leaned down and hugged him: "I went to Liyuan in the afternoon, and you picked up the Hongxin class again, right? Didn't the major shareholders of the Liu family withdraw? Du Hana's expenses cost your bottom line It’s been cleared up—the lack of money is tight now, right? I’ll buy a share, how about it? You continue to be the leader, and I will not interfere in the affairs inside, and you don’t want to show your face, just watch from the sidelines, huh?”

Gu Sheng moved slightly and shook his head slightly.

Jiang Chenggang was a little suppressed and was about to jump up. He simply didn't know what Gu Sheng was obsessed with. He was not allowed to sing, nor was he allowed to host an opera club. He had already given in. At this point, if you give him a little convenience, can't Gu Sheng accept the favor a little?

"Jiang Cheng," Gu Sheng called him softly.Jiang Chenggang planned to coerce him into writing tomorrow, but when he heard the sound, he fell silent, and approached him and asked him in a low voice: "What?"

With his back turned to him, Gu Sheng paused for a while before hearing him say again: "What is 'Xinjinkou'?"

It’s okay if he didn’t ask, but when he asked, Jiang Cheng was almost detonated on the spot: “Fuck, I heard this stuff at the military headquarters, why did I get this stuff when I go home, have they been given ecstasy by the Japanese?! "

Jiang Cheng squeezed the cigarette case in his hand and "slapped" it on the bedside table. The sound didn't sound like what a cardboard box could make. Gu Sheng shivered unconsciously. He reached out and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm not... my uncle," Jiang Cheng followed Shun Gu's back in annoyance, "I didn't mean to scare you, don't... I just listen to this every day..."

"It wasn't written in the newspaper." Gu Sheng interrupted him.

"Cut, how can this be published in the newspaper." Jiang Cheng snorted, seeing that Gu Sheng rarely showed a little interest in his affairs, he wished he could present everything he knew, "I told Ming Zhang a long time ago. As I said before, just talk to the Japanese about foreign trade. Don’t think about setting up factories and mines on Jinzhou’s territory, you won’t listen! Once Shen Wenchang died, those Japanese devils simply took advantage of the loophole and didn’t let go, just opened their mouths. There is a whole area outside the former American Concession in the east of the city, and I will be a ghost if I agree! The negotiation has not been discussed yet, and Cheng Yaojin was killed for me halfway——before Shen Wenchang came from Guannan, he had already had a relationship with the Japanese Dalai Lama. General Ida signed a confidentiality agreement, and what kind of "Xinjinkou Commercial Co-Prosperity" is to be built, that is, to engage in economic control and capital export. Doing this under the nose of Lao Tzu... Fuck, anyway, these three days have meetings and negotiations every day Speaking of this, I have to meet Ida Kazuyuki again in a few days, mother, I can spit out the words 'Xinjinkou' and 'Common Prosperity' now."

He is not afraid to talk about this with Gu Sheng, except that Gu Sheng is not interested in the current situation and treats him equally, even his resentment that has been suffered for three days must have an outlet - something other than violence I couldn’t stop talking for a moment: “…No matter what they want to do, they have no good intentions anyway. Why do you think of asking this? The Japanese have also come to Jinzhou these days, and I heard where they settled down. , it seems to be bullying men and women outside the concession... Where did you see it?"

"No." Gu Sheng replied simply, and wrapped himself in the quilt again, as if he was going to sleep.

"Oh," Jiang Cheng didn't pay attention, he became a little sleepy after scolding, and reached out to pull the lamp, "It's done, I have to go back to suffer tomorrow, go to sleep."

If Jiang Cheng paid enough attention when the lights were turned off, he would probably see something different the moment the dim bedside lamp went out.

Transparent tears slid down the actor's pale and sharp face, and flowed down his slender neck to the collarbone, but Gu Sheng's eyes were open at the moment. And the coldness is cold, like the emptiness that is extremely sad, hiding something surging like a tide.

There are few pedestrians in the suburbs of Jinzhou in the early morning, only the vehicles from the south occasionally pass through the woods in the suburbs, and the light through the mist sweeps sporadically on the thick dark curtains of the other garden, and gradually goes away with the roar of the traffic .

Gu Sheng closed his eyes lightly, and his eyes were completely empty.

In the blink of an eye, the [-]th day of the lunar calendar is around the corner, and at the beginning of November, the Mingyue Theater put up huge posters of Gui Haisheng, Lin Lanzhi, a famous actor from the Huaxia Opera School, and Gu Sheng, a newly established Lianyun Society, on the first floor. , from Daxiachu to the center of the concession, a road that traverses is full of theater fans talking about the performances of the old and new troupes on the same stage. As the [-]th approaches, the atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter. Money is hard to find.On the afternoon of the [-]th, people waited impatiently at the entrance of the theater to enter the theater, eagerly looking forward to the presence of several famous big bosses in Jiangbei.

Gu Sheng made his debut late, and his earlier reputation was actually a little bit worse than that of Lin Lanzhi, the leader of the golden opera martial artist Gui Haisheng and Huadan. These two are actually at the same level as Liu Mian. Obviously being overwhelmed is not enough to compare with these two.

The reason why this time the theater directly hyped up the titles of "performing on the same stage" and "equally matched" is that the Huaxia Opera School is known as a new-style troupe, and it has always been challenging the old-fashioned Hongxin troupe. The two major troupes have been fighting for a long time. After a while, the Hongxin Class disintegrated, and Lianyun Society inherited its mantle, so it must not lose this tone; secondly, Hongxin Class was previously revealed that the head of the class was detained, and the rumors of the famous assassin had already overwhelmed the Huaxia Opera School, and people were full of curiosity , eager to see how much this temporarily formed Lianyun Society still has.

The third is that Gu Sheng, who is the head of the Lianyun Club, has not appeared on stage for almost half a year.

In Jinzhou, there are countless theater artists from all over the country. Hundreds of theater troupes come and go in half a year. There are many people with real skills, but there are not many who can do it. indivual.

Remembering that there are not a few fans of Gu Sheng, many people heard the news that Gu Sheng was taken over by the second young master of the Jiang family and feared that he might not come back. , without the rhyme of balance, rigidity and softness.Earlier when I heard that Gu Sheng founded Lianyun Society, I was excited, and I was afraid that he would just be a troupe leader by name. Until this day, Gu Sheng actually took the chartered car he often rented, and some theater fans followed him all the way into Hua'an Avenue. The fanciers, with their hearts lifted, finally got down to their original place safely.

Song Zhao was also among this group of fanatical civilians.It's just that he had someone specially assigned to set up a VIP passage for him, separated him from the noisy crowd, and escorted him to the VIP seat upstairs.

Just yesterday, Kazuyuki Ida, a Japanese official who he had been waiting for for a long time, entered Tianjin for the first time.This time, the Ida family made an appointment to meet Jiang Cheng, the head of Jinzhou, just in time for the famous Mingyue Theater to start playing. Ida has just arrived here, and has long been known as a good geisha. Jiang Cheng can't help but replace the murdered Shen Wenchang Take the wind and wash away the dust for him, and bring along the young masters in the military, business and political circles who usually mix together to come here to have a look.

Since Song Zhao intended to board the Japanese boat, he naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity to show his face in front of celebrities.After inquiring about the time, I came here early in the morning to plan my itinerary.

Later, Gui Haisheng and Lin Lanzhi also arrived in a car, and cheers came and went from all around.These two people, Song Zhao, have both praised them generously. Song Zhao really has real kung fu in listening to operas. He likes them all regardless of their birth and death, but they often have to glance at them when they appear on stage.Earlier he liked Liu Mian, and Lin Lanzhi was also pretty good, and when Jiao Er came, he had to go backstage to observe and emulate.The guard informed him that Lin Lanzhi was behind, and Song Zhao naturally greeted him as usual.

It's just that this time he has something different in mind, for example...if Ida likes something.

He hinted at this actor who has been favored by him a lot. Both Lin Lanzhi and Liu Mian nodded in agreement. Song Zhao wondered if he should find some more people who specialize in this line of work. The newcomer looked up and saw the actor who was so fascinated by Jiang Cheng.

——Gu Sheng was giving a face to someone pretending to be a martial artist, as if he was teaching the boy who was standing next to him. The makeup on his own face was not complete, just to cover up his youthful demeanor without highlighting the drama Among the graceful and beautiful nodes of Chinese and American women, only the peach blossom eyes that have not been covered with eyeliner are still moving.

Song Zhao smacked his lips, faintly surprised, this young man looked very ordinary, otherwise he would not have escaped the eyes of his boss Song, so that he did not pay special attention to him before Jiang Cheng forced him to do it.

He also met with several young men, and on the road back to the VIP seat from the dressing room, he suddenly heard a clattering sound outside, followed by someone shouting to give way, the crowd parted to the two sides like a tide, and a few of them were carrying guns. □The gendarmes dressed as cavalry stood beside them. After a while, the sound of the engine shutting down came from outside, and a group of six or seven officials and lords slowly stepped into the main entrance of Mingyue Grand Theater.

At this moment, the weather in Jinzhou is very cold in November, and the three or five people in the lead are wearing tight fox fur cloaks, wearing suede leather gloves, and holding cigars shipped across the Pacific Ocean, just ordered by the waiter. superior.Song Zhao recognized at a glance that the man in the front of the group, with a medium build and a big belly, was Ida Kazuyuki, the representative sent by the Japanese. He was followed by him with a cold and solemn expression, as if he was not here for fun. Adjutant.

Song Zhao finally waited for this group of people.

The most eye-catching Jinzhou warlord in the crowd, the second young master of the Jiang family, was following Jing Tian with a sullen face, holding a leaflet and wanting to pick up the tea room next to him: "Would you like to reserve the seat earlier? Huh?"

The waiter was timid and afraid to speak. Seeing this, Song Zhao hurriedly greeted him, and put on an appearance as if he happened to be listening to an opera here: "Hey! Isn't this Mr. Ida! Hello! Are you here to listen to the opera? Just in time! I reserved a special seat at the Mingyue Grand Theater, please come upstairs, please? Upstairs please!"

Jiang Cheng glanced over, Song Zhao winked at him again and again, let go of the frightened waiter, and said in a deep voice: "Song Zhao, the chief of Beijing North Ordnance Bureau and the eldest son of Song Hou, the major shareholder of Mingwan Bank."

"Oh?" Ida narrowed his eyes and took a look at Song Zhao. Song Zhao quickly presented his business card, but Ida didn't accept it. He just lowered his eyes for a quick glance, and waved back, "Go."

"Hey, hey, good!" Song Zhao responded repeatedly, "I'll arrange for you to play something! You're exhausted! How many sensible maikos can help you relieve your fatigue? I happen to have a few here..."

Jing Tian ignored him, and led Shen Yaojiang upstairs, Song Zhao followed them closely, and turned to the waiter behind, "Go, call Liu Mian and Xiao Zhou over here."

The boss had just sat down after some refusal, and Jiang Cheng started to talk about things with a cold face: "Mr. Ida Kazuyuki, since you are kissing today..."

He was really bored with the job of receiving this person. Song Zhao was very concerned about this matter, thinking that Jing Tian was just a businessman, but Jiang Cheng was a hundred times more sensitive to the word "traitor" than he was. It would be a headache to hang up a picture of two people going out and in together with a similar title. Knowing that it would make no difference if I said one more sentence or one less sentence at this time, I just said hello for Song Zhao and prepared to step aside.

He exchanged pleasantries here for a while, and just about to call Song Zhao over, Jing Tian suddenly raised his hand, stopping his words.

Jiang Chengmeng frowned, thinking that Jing Tian and Shen Wenchang had the same accent, and they didn't like to discuss business at such a time, but in that moment of silence, a high and clear opera tone suddenly flashed, with ups and downs, and the whole theater was overwhelmed in an instant Like cheers and applause drowned out.