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19.

Half a day ago, Jiang Zhiya had an important matter and called Jiang Cheng to consult with him. Jiang Cheng reluctantly left the house after 1 worries and greetings to Gu Sheng. A letter of greeting from Song Zhao was sent It's in his hands.

Gu Sheng glanced at it, then sleeved up the post and went out the door.

——It was an invitation sent by Shen Yao under the guise of Song Zhao, sincerely inviting him to Maolin Mansion to accompany Ida Kazuyuki.

The Maolin Mansion is located on the southeast side of the Jinzhou Port Concession. It is the first family property after a local tycoon made his home in the early years. From the specifications to the level of layout and construction, it can be called a miniature version of the Forbidden City.

Since it was occupied by foreigners, the foresighted customs tycoon has used this as a base to expand peripheral services. After more than ten years of evolution, the Maolin Mansion has become the first-class club where upper-class people gather at night, and there is everything inside. Bag, provides a variety of services enough to make picky celebrities feel at home, and has become a benchmark in the industry with its founding purpose of "unrestrained, bold and wild beauty, subtle, private and stylish" combining Chinese and Western styles.It can be said that people from all walks of life must pass through after boarding Jinzhou Port.

Ida Kazuyuki will stay here tonight to eat, drink, whore, gamble and communicate with other related people.

Shen Yao wanted to take advantage of this to make a profit.

Song Zhao had long intended to use kabuki to please Ida Kazuyuki, and when Jiang Cheng was in a panic downstairs in the restaurant, he said personally that he would give Gu Sheng to the Japanese, so he could take this opportunity to please the Japanese military on the one hand and On the one hand, let Jiang Cheng smash his teeth and swallow it, and if he pursues it, he can blame Song Zhao for everything.

When Shen Wenchang died, the eldest son Shen Yao came to power, and the younger brothers under him were not promising. Although there was no risk of his status being shaken, they were useless. Collusion became his first choice to consolidate his position.

If he got the Japanese support this time, then no matter how much Jiang Cheng hated him and wanted to punish him to death, he might have to weigh the Japanese's face.

Shen Yao was not sure whether the assassination of Mr. Shen was Jiang Cheng's arrangement. Jiang Cheng had always been irritable and impulsive, but the assassination of the Guannan Warlord was of great importance. Jiang Cheng dared to point a gun directly at Shen Wenchang, but he might not dare to touch him. .

... When a person lives to that extent, life and death are not just a matter of a single person.

Gu Sheng's car turned a corner, but instead of going to the Maolin Mansion, it ran to the former site of Hongxin Ban.

In the Maolin mansion in the evening, people's voices have gradually become lively. Officials from all over the world and glamorous ladies are in an endless stream.

In the center of the hall where the main entrance turns left, there are three gambling tables for 14 people, half of the satin high-back chairs are arranged in the arcs on both sides, and there are more than a dozen small tables for 9 people. The most popular gambling game in the Maolin Mansion, the main casino is already filled with all kinds of men and women, sitting or standing, and the gamblers shuttle between the crowd.

The strip show is another signboard of the Maolin Mansion. It’s not yet dark, and the hall on the east side of the mansion is already colorful and the atmosphere is high. The Soviet dancers from the north are standing upright with the drumbeat, throwing fireworks down the stage. Like confetti.Someone in the back was making a vague announcement in Chinese, Japanese and Russian, to the effect that there was a row of twelve girls who were more punctual than her and would be on stage soon.The sound of whistles and cheers, the sound of beer clashing, can be heard even four or five times away from the lobby of the casino.

The turbid smell of makeup and powder floated in the air of the casino, the smell of smoke and alcohol was overwhelming, and the colorful lights illuminated the figures in a strange way. Ida Kazuyuki opened his eyes that had been drunk all day, and bid farewell to his companions one by one. He walked up the stairs step by step, and opened the door of the room specially prepared for him upstairs in the mansion for him.

The room is illuminated by red gauze candles, cigarettes are curling up, kabuki lyrics are slowly flowing in the air, a snow-white and smooth leg is bent in the colorful clothes, and the young man's red lips are light, his face is white, and he is lazily wearing a Japanese kimono. Leaning on the dark embroidered satin sofa chair.

Ida's eyes were fixed, his breath was stagnant, and the waiter squinted his eyes and looked at the young man: "...tyuugokujinn (Chinese)?"

The young man didn't answer.

A bright light flashed in the dark in the blink of an eye, the glass window shattered instantly, bright red dots splashed along with the stream of light, the thick solid wood door of the private room was pushed open by a short and stout man's body, behind the door was a dazzling The brilliance of the crystal chandelier suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire dark corridor in an instant.

A shrill scream pierced the night sky of Jinzhou Port in an instant.

There was a gunshot outside the bank. It seemed that the security department had arrived. The three people in the door looked a little embarrassed, either squatting or standing on the ground to let their breath flow.

"I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. I should have sent someone to pick you up," Song Zhaomao regained his breath, enduring the urge to rush out and ask the police officer to lock up the troubled students and break their legs, and apologized to Gu Sheng, " I didn't think carefully. I... I thought Jiang Cheng sent you a special car, but I didn't expect... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Gu Sheng shook his head, walked to a window and sat down, dipped a pen in water and began to fill in something.

"Students, after studying for two years, I even forgot my ancestors, a bunch of bastards with white eyes, don't take it to heart when they say nonsense, right..." Song Zhao slapped his thigh and followed to the counter, "This ...Boss Gu, this is...huh?"

He didn't know if Gu Sheng was listening to him, but when he lowered his head and wrote in a hurry, he became curious and stood behind him to watch: ""New Literature and Art", "Youth Xunzhou", "Xinyuan" magazine headquarters... "Xinyuan" ?!"

Song Zhao was tongue-tied for a moment, the names of these publications were vague yet familiar.This is the new culture special issue that has been secretly circulated underground in the past few years. It has been widely discussed and sought after by a large number of students in Jinzhou, and there are many familiar representative names in it.Then it was suppressed by warlords and politicians from all over the country, destroying the finished products, detaining the organizers, and almost killing them all.

And Gu Sheng was signing out a remittance slip totaling 30 cash, and mailing it to [-] underground newspaper offices in [-] batches!

Song Zhaona's always sharp mind was a little hard to turn around. This young man was dragged by the angry students on the road to be a negative example, and now he is filling out a money order at a bank under his banner to support those gangsters. The instigator, holding the list, stammered and asked, "Boss Gu, you...?"

Gu Sheng dipped in the ink and wrote the last few words, then turned around and pulled out the form in Song Zhao's hand. Song Zhaocai came to his senses when he moved, grabbed Gu Sheng's hand in surprise and asked him in a low voice: "What are you doing?" Crazy? You...you risked the spittle of the students to come to me just to do this? No, take a step back, do you know what would happen if the spies found out that you donated money to these banned publications?"

He looked straight into Gu Sheng's eyes, squeezed his wrist that was still holding the list and raised it to his eyes: "If I report you now..."

"Would you know?" Gu Sheng laughed, glanced at him, and gently wrenched his wrist out of his hand, "You can't entrust this money to others, it must be entrusted to you."

Song Zhao was dazzled by his smile, and he was a little dazed.Looking at Gu Sheng's attitude towards Jiang Cheng earlier, he just felt that this actor might be really difficult to get close to, but he never expected that he would have such a hand, and now the young man is looking at him with a clean face and a smile , Li Li's appearance is like a peach blossom in early spring soaked in water, so gentle and tender that people can't take their eyes off it.

Song Zhao opened his mouth, and suddenly understood Jiang Cheng's mood.

There is such a person who, in order to make him smile, can pick off the stars and moons from the sky and give him away. If he shows such a mood to people other than himself, it will be no wonder that he doesn't go crazy and get angry.

"But..." Song Zhao's rationality was still stubbornly resisting, and he tried his best to persuade Gu Sheng to give up this meaningless practice, "You saw their indiscriminate behavior just now, and they still..."

"...They are right." Gu Sheng said in a low voice. Song Zhao didn't hear clearly for a moment, but Gu Sheng quickly restrained his expression, looked back at the pendulum clock in the lobby, and said to him: "It's still early, give me today President Song has caused trouble, let me buy you a drink to make amends."

Song Zhao was still weighing things up in his heart, and followed Gu Sheng out without knowing the weight of his legs, and guided the way instinctively: "... This way, this is the back door."

Song Zhao didn't calm down until he followed the young man into Ruixiang Street, where the bustling atmosphere rushed towards him, and then he calmed down, and took a good look at this street of snacks and antiques that he was rarely allowed to come to since he went to school.

Gu Sheng seemed to be familiar with driving here. After walking a few steps, he turned into a teahouse, turned his head and motioned to Song Zhao: "The high-end watercress can't afford you, so please eat a bowl of noodles here to shock me."

That's what he said, but he couldn't hear the slightest apology for wronging Song Zhao's jade body and golden body.Gu Sheng's treat, not to mention that it was Jiang Cheng's treat, just for the beauty of this beauty, Song Zhao could swallow it without changing his face even if he ate a knife, and praised the best taste in the world from the bottom of his heart, let alone a bowl of soba noodles with clear soup. little wine.

Song Zhao added wine to Gu Sheng, suddenly remembered that he didn't want to drink, hesitated for a while, poured some for himself, and took a sip: "Boss Gu just..."

"Hey! Isn't this Master Gu! I haven't seen you for a long time! How wonderful!"

A vigorous and resonant majestic baritone sounded from the side, and the eyes of all around looked at the table outside.Stimulated by the student parade just now, Song Zhaojing threw down his chopsticks and pulled Gu Sheng to run. He suddenly remembered that in these places, teasing actors and talking nonsense is a slang that is not malicious. All plants and trees are soldiers.

"Mr. Gu! Hey! It's really Mr. Gu! When did you come here? Why don't you make a sound?"

"Go, go, why is Boss Gu working hard for you when he comes here? Yo, you lost weight! Hey! Did that Jiang treat you badly?"

"Gu Ye, Gu Ye, sing us a song, you haven't been on stage for a long time! We're all thinking of you!"

"Yeah, when will Boss Gu sing in the theater? Don't listen to those people talking nonsense, we really like to hear your plays, so why don't you just show your voice?"

The gang of peddlers wandering around the market seemed to have caught a rare item that happened once in a hundred years. The tea drinkers in the nearby shops gathered together, clamoring for Gu Sheng to sing a song, and the whole day I haven't heard him speak for almost two months, and my ears are completely dry.

No matter what others think, Song Zhao finds it unbearable to say "the ears are dry", so he couldn't help frowning and said to Gu Sheng: "Didn't No. 15 just sing in the theater last time? How can I say half a year?" Not on stage?"

Gu Sheng took a sip of the soup and shook his head: "The four major theaters in northern Beijing all charge ticket money, and they all have a price of 100 yuan for a ticket. The common people in Fuyuan Lane can't afford to go."

Song Zhao nodded, but seeing Gu Sheng scooped up noodles with chopsticks again, he responded casually, "Hey, I'm hungry, wait until I finish eating the noodles first?"

Song Zhao was surprised by his business-like appearance, took a sip of his drink, and looked at him as if he were looking at a rare object.

Gu Sheng wiped the splashed soup, and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"Oh..." Song Zhao hesitated for a moment. He was really stimulated so much today. It was hard for the young man in front of him to eat a bowl of soba noodles in the crowd to get in touch with the young man at the party a few months ago. Together, they were a bit uncomfortable and said, "Oh, I thought you didn't sing... Uh, Jiang Cheng didn't let you do it before, you fell out with someone, Jiang Cheng was ashamed, aha ..."

"It's not that I don't sing." Gu Sheng picked up his noodles with chopsticks, fell silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, "...I just want to let people who really want to hear it."

For a moment, Song Zhao saw something almost desolate in that gaze, and stabbed him deeply: "What?"

"Well," Gu Sheng ordered tea for himself, evoking an indecipherable smile, "I want to sing for people who understand opera, do you understand? I don't want to waste time with them, I don't want to sing, they let me Feeling like you're profaning art...they shouldn't be so condescending, you know?"

Song Zhao was a little distracted. The inferior shochu in the teahouse seemed to be on his head, causing his consciousness to float like rootless duckweed.He has always regarded himself as a senior movie fan, but at this moment he suddenly became uncertain.

"But they are different," Gu Sheng's sighing voice came over, "Don't look like they are all ordinary people, those who sincerely talk to me about dramas are no worse than you, Boss Sun, and have much more respect for people than those who go to court to play with each other One day when I get in the mood, I just sing a few lines, and they tell me where I should change the new play. Got a headache."

"They treat me like a human being, do you know?" Gu Sheng laughed and took a sip of tea.

His words were already a bit abrupt and sharp, and Song Zhao was a little restless when he saw him: "Jiang Cheng...Jiang Cheng actually really loves you, but he may be a bit messy... After all, it was the Jiang family who made a confession for 30 years." The prince of the year, you are used to living your life as you like, it is normal if you can't change it for a while, it is normal..."

Gu Sheng sneered: "Huh? Then I deserve to be unlucky and suffer him to death?"

"No..." Song Zhao was a little speechless, and struggled, "Jiang Cheng also had a good time... He ran to me two days ago, insisting that I transfer the treasured head to him, seriously, If he likes something else, I'll pack it up and send it to Jiang's mansion without a second thought, but I saved that piece from the broker with great effort, so I can't bear it. Tsk, his eyes were red when he said it, and I thought He... may be sincere to you."

Seeing that Gu Sheng didn't answer, he consciously talked too much, so he changed the subject casually: "Have you received it? Young Master Jiang was still smiling when he left, and he is missing a top flower, so you just keep the picture to look beautiful..."

"What broker?" Gu Sheng interrupted him suddenly, looking up at him.

Song Zhao was stared blankly by him, and stammered back: "Bai Xiaobao, a well-known second-hand dealer in Jinzhou Port, is—"

There was a sudden commotion outside the door, and Song Zhao's accompanying bodyguards looked dignified, forcibly separated from the crowd crowding around the door looking at Master Gu, and strode to Song Zhao's side.

Gu Sheng looked expressionlessly at the people rushing in at the door, and the bodyguard leaned over and said something in Song Zhao's ear. Song Zhao's face changed, and he stood up immediately, staring in amazement and saying: "——What did you say? ?”

"It's absolutely true, Commander Shen just sent the news that Kazuyuki Ida died!"

The author has something to say:

...I couldn't control the hand that exploded the number of words, and I wanted to add some more introductions to the customs of that era...I hugged the manuscript with distress (laugh die)

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