chaotic world

Chapter 27 The Lu Family Brothers

British Concession, Lu Mansion

Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng got out of the car. They just bought a black Ford sedan and hired a driver temporarily.If they want to do business, they still have to do enough work on the scene.

Both of them were in neat suits, Zhou Lan's hair was neatly pulled back from his head, while Du Yunfeng had short stubble hair, which could neither be carried nor parted, and he was a tough man.

"Please inform me, we are from Fengtian, Cheng family."

Through the black cast-iron foreign-style fence gate, Du Yunfeng spoke to the servants who informed him.Zhou Lan stood at the door and was looking at the garden house inside. The house is a three-story white building in British style. There are portrait reliefs on the outer balcony. The Yuda in front of the building is spacious. The white patterned columns look like a palace. The grass is like a rug, and several workers are immersed in mowing the lawn, and the smell of grass comes bursts.

"Yunfeng, let's buy one too." The Zhou family compound is old, and Zhou Lan doesn't like that house very much. He wanted to live in a bungalow since he was a child.

Du Yunfeng had just talked to his servant, turned around, and smiled brightly: "Okay, buy two houses, one for the godmother and one for us, it's so convenient."

What he said made sense. Zhou Lan always went to Du Yunfeng's house at night after returning home for a few days. Sooner or later, he would be discovered. Both of them were filial sons, so they didn't have the guts to explain to Third Aunt.

Zhou Lan nodded: "It needs a lot of money!"

Hearing that it was from the Cheng family, Lu Baiyu was both surprised and enthusiastic. The Cheng family is his big family outside the customs. The price is high and the volume is high. After half a year, they suddenly fell silent. The phone call was hung up immediately, and the door could not be answered even when he sent someone to contact him. , and almost took a gun. When he was having a headache and the opium was not going to make money, someone from the Cheng family came.

Under the guidance of servants, Zhou and Du entered the living room of Lu Mansion.

In the middle of the living room stood a young man dressed in a shirt and vest. This man was fair-skinned and tall, with one hand in his pocket, and he was waiting enthusiastically.

"Hello, you must be Manager Lu, right?" Zhou Lan stretched out his hand gracefully, and did not take any further steps forward. Lu Baiyu could only walk around the coffee table and take a step forward to hold Zhou Lan's hand: "Exactly, Excuse me." You are the... son of the Cheng family? I heard that the son of the Cheng family doesn't meddle in business matters?"

Zhou Lan shook the other party's hand back with strength in his palm: "Manager Lu misunderstood. My surname is Zhou. I come from the Cheng family, but I'm not from the Cheng family." After speaking, he let go and turned sideways: "This is my brother Du Yunfeng, Yunfeng, I met Manager Lu."

Du Yunfeng bowed slightly, stretched out a hand, he raised his eyes to look at the other party, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, he felt that although the other party was a man, he could be described by the word glamorous, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was very playful.

Lu Baiyu couldn't figure it out, but he still invited the other party to sit down.

Zhou Lan didn't exchange pleasantries, and doing business still depends on profit, no matter how fancy it sounds, it's a lie, so she directly told the whole story of the original business relationship between the Cheng and Lu families.

Lu Baiyu's enthusiasm was still on his face, but when he leaned against the soft sofa back, what Zhou Lan said was true, the time, price, and quality of the goods were all right, but he just felt something was wrong.The Cheng family disappeared in a strange way, and the other party's whereabouts were unknown, but they could be traced clearly.

"Mr. Zhou," Lu Baiyu crossed his arms, crossed his long legs, and wore the latest three-jointed leather shoes, modern and stylish. Out of the corner of his eye, Du Yunfeng was looking at his legs with great interest. And leather shoes, he smiled smugly, and couldn't help but tilt his feet: "This business is only safe if you are a regular customer. Do you mind if I ask a question?"

Zhou Lan stared at him intently, didn't care about the other party's complacency, just smiled politely: "I know what Manager Lu wants to ask and what he is worried about, and I can answer your questions." Zhou Lan didn't want the other party to look at him. When he came out, he was very anxious to open up this way to get rich, so he spoke slowly: "The Cheng family and I had a bet against each other, and we lost the bet. The two of us brothers won his family business. We have the ability to do things that we have the ability to do. Of course, the Cheng family has a big business, and it’s not just this way of making money. We think that the Indian goods that Manager Lu got here are really good, so we took the liberty to visit. As for success or failure If Manager Lu thinks life is not safe, then there is no need for the two of us to bother." After speaking, he made a gesture to stand up, and Du Yunfeng raised his hand to press his shoulder: "Mu An, Don't worry, you have to give Manager Lu some time to think about it." After speaking, he looked at Lu Baiyu, his eyes were smiling brightly, and Du Yunfeng's eyes were beautiful, especially when he smiled.

Lu Baiyu leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little hesitant. He thought about it quickly. After the Cheng family's business was cut off, the Lu family's business was almost cut off by half, and he had recently spent a lot of money, so he really needed to recover. The scale of the business!

Just as he was hesitating, a leather shoe suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the coffee table between the three of them. Lu Baiyu was so frightened that he let out an oops, and jumped up reflexively.

Du Yunfeng stopped Zhou Lan subconsciously, and he looked around vigilantly.

"What are you crazy about!" Lu Baiyu scratched his neck and yelled upstairs, but there was no response from the upstairs, and there was a rumbling sound from the stairs, a young man ran downstairs in trousers with his upper body bare, and one foot was wearing a leather shoe. The other foot was bare, and he ran to the coffee table, picked up the leather shoes as if no one was there, sat on the coffee table and put them on by himself.

"What about you!" Lu Baiyu shoved the young man's head with his fingers. The young man's hair was slightly long. He shoved him like this, revealing a fair face, a face that was almost exactly the same as Lu Baiyu's, even the red mole was on the same spot. s position.

The young man suddenly grabbed the opponent's wrist: "Don't fucking touch me, I'll hit you too." After speaking, he continued to reach out to grab the opponent's collar.

With a few words and a few words, the two of them got into a fight, Lu Baiyu was no match for the young man, and was soon ridden by him. Du Yunfeng saw that things were not good, so he went up and captured the young man. No matter how hard he tried, he pressed his hands on the carpet behind his back.

Zhou Lan pulled Lu Baiyu up.

Lu Baiyu's hair was messed up, several buttons of his clothes were torn off, and his mouth was bloody. He took the handkerchief Zhou Lan handed over and wiped it awkwardly. At the same time, he turned his head and said to Du Yunfeng, "Don't hurt him."

He called for his servants and dragged the young man out.

Lu Baiyu stroked his hair, lost the brilliance just now, and said repeatedly: "Family ugliness, family ugliness, I made you laugh, my brother, Lu Baichen." After finishing speaking, he looked into the yard: "Look at the second master, today Don't let him run out at night."

Zhou Lan nodded understandingly: "Since Manager Lu has something to do with his family, let's take our leave first. We will talk about the business at another time." After speaking, she stood up without hesitation and wanted to leave.

Lu Baiyu stood up and raised his hand to stop it, holding Zhou Lan's handkerchief in his hand: "Hey, Mr. Zhou, sit down, we can talk again."

Zhou Lan smiled and sat back as firmly as Mount Tai.

The following negotiations went smoothly, especially when Zhou Lan was willing to add [-]% to the original profit. Lu Baiyu agreed on the spot, and then tried to ask for a [-]% deposit as if he was afraid that the other two would regret it.

Without hesitation, Zhou Lan reached out to Du Yunfeng, took the check book, unscrewed the pen, swiped and signed it, flicked his wrist, tore it off and handed it to Lu Baiyu: "Manager Lu, forty percent"

Lu Baiyu took the check and admired it carefully. What he admired was not the delicate handwriting of the other party, but the 20 yuan from Jincheng Bank he liked. He flicked the check with his finger and said, "Mr. Zhou is refreshing." Then he folded the check and put it in the pocket of his almost torn vest. When it was time to pat him, he raised his head with a handsome face: "There are so many models out before you see the samples, Mr. Zhou really trusts me, don't be afraid that I will be black-hearted."

Zhou Lan reached out to hold Du Yunfeng's knee, leaned forward, and got closer to Lu Baiyu: "What does Manager Lu think of the Cheng family's power outside the customs?"

Lu Baiyu picked up the gold-plated cigarette case from the tea table, opened it and handed it to Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng, and said truthfully: "In Fengtian Province, it is one of the top households."

Pulling out a cigarette from the cigarette case, Zhou Lan held it in his mouth, picked up the lighter, turned the pulley to ignite it, and handed it to Lu Baiyu first: "The whole family was sent away by us!"

The words were a gentle joke, but countless associations exploded in Lu Baiyu's head. His cigarette shook a little, and then he smiled and lit the cigarette--one who can do opium business, especially if he dares to do a large amount of opium business Yes, neither of them is a clean owner, he wants to find out the bottom of the other party.The other party looked at Civilization, but behind the few words just now, there must be something not civilized, so send it away, how to send it away?How to go?His younger brother, Lu Baichen, was already considered an expert in fighting, but he was pinned to the ground a few times ago and could not move, so if he asked about the origin of the other party, the other party might not be able to answer.

So after puffing, he showed a professional smile. Thinking about the 20 in pocket, the loss is not worth the loss. Once the goods arrive and the balance is received, the other party will be responsible for the transportation, and everything will be fine.

After the polite greetings, Zhou and Du got up to say goodbye.

Zhou Lan was very interested in this small garden building, so he walked around under the introduction of Lu Baiyu.

Du Yunfeng fell behind, stopped to look at Zhou Lan, had a cigarette in his mouth, and was just about to start a fire, when someone from the next window suddenly said: "What's your name?"

Du Yunfeng turned his head and saw that little lunatic standing in the room on the first floor, wearing a single shirt on his upper body, with a cold expression, completely different from the smiling Lu Baiyu, as if the same person had a schizophrenia.

"Ask my name, have you taken a fancy to me?" Du Yunfeng couldn't help but stop by the window, as if he was molesting a little girl, and said something casually.

Lu Baichen took a step closer, pressed his face against the railing, and continued to ask coldly, "What's your name?"

Du Yunfeng lowered his head, continued to light a cigarette, and glanced at the room: "Is it locked inside?"

Lu Baichen held the railing with both hands, looked out from the prison, and said in a low voice, "Wait until I get out, I can't kill you."

Du Yunfeng suddenly stretched out his hand to touch the little boy's face, then quickly withdrew his hand, shrugged, turned his head and left, and said: "Little lunatic, it's a pity, he has such a big temper, it's so cool to be blind."

When the car drove out of Lu's mansion, Zhou Lan ordered the driver to wander casually in the British Concession and the French Concession. He was in a good mood and wanted to continue looking at various small western-style buildings.

"The goods from India will take more than a month. During this period of time, we don't have many things to do. We can just fix the place to live. What kind of place do you like?" Zhou Lan looked out the window. The street is not wide, and there are small houses on both sides. Some have gardens, some don't, and the architectural styles of all countries have their own characteristics.

It doesn't matter to Du Yunfeng, as long as Zhou Lan likes it.

After strolling around, I arrived at Quanyechang. Du Yunfeng took Zhou Lan to buy a pair of three-jointed leather shoes, lowered his head to help him tie the shoelaces, and slapped him: "It looks good."

"Do you see that guy surnamed Lu wearing this?" Zhou Lan stomped her feet in front of the dressing mirror. It was indeed modern and fashionable, and the clerk also said that it was the most popular style this year.

Du Yunfeng took out his wallet to pay, counted out the banknotes, and handed them out: "You don't need to look for it." Then he looked at Zhou Lan in the mirror: "Sure enough, you look better in clothes than he does."

"Then the two brothers of the Lu family are really strange." Zhou Lan continued.

Du Yunfeng smiled, and pulled Zhou Lan out of the shopping mall: "I think they both look like bastards, not just flirtatious."

Zhou Lan squinted at him, thinking that I am busy discussing business, you really have other thoughts, blinked and asked, "So you touch his face?"

Du Yunfeng felt that he smelled jealous. He was very beautiful in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on the surface: "I just teased him, and he wanted to kill me."

Zhou Lan stood still, didn't speak, turned her head and left with a calm expression.

Du Yunfeng grabbed his wrist and pulled it back: "Where are you going?"

Zhou Lan broke free as soon as he raised his hand, turned to the side road, and walked on his own.Du Yunfeng chased him while laughing, and asked him where he was going. Zhou Lan ignored him and walked straight ahead. Du Yunfeng went up a few steps and pulled him back. Zhou Lan said impatiently, "Get out."

If the quarrel continues, I'm afraid Zhou Lan will really turn his back on him. Du Yunfeng pushed him to the wall, shielded him with both hands, and lowered his head slightly: "Xiao Mu'an, are you jealous of me?"

Zhou Lan raised her head: "If you want to have sex with whoever you like, I am also happy to be free."

"What are you doing!" Du Yunfeng suddenly bumped into the other party with his body, he lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I used to always be jealous of you, how many times have I apologized to you, you just eat it once and give it back to me."

Zhou Lan also realized that Du Yunfeng's smirk was intentional, and he was caught in a trap, so he couldn't help laughing out: "Is it interesting?" At the same time, he stretched out his hand and poked the other person's itchy flesh, Du Yunfeng bent over itchyly, and then Hug each other.

Zhou Lan let him hug him, and rubbed his arm against his back: "Actually, I heard everything you said to that lunatic today, and I didn't want to ask. I have thought about it. If you really mess around, I won't say anything about you." , we’ll be even if we play our own way, and I won’t really do anything to you.”

Du Yunfeng's heart tightened when he heard this. Zhou Lan is a person who can pretend in his heart, and he can do this.

He held Zhou Lan's face in his hands, and looked into each other's eyes seriously: "Xiao Mu'an, why are you so busy on your mind, are you tired?" After finishing speaking, Du Yunfeng kissed her for a long time, then raised his head, he dawdled The other party's hair, gentle eyes: "I only want you, always have been."

The fork in the road was very quiet, no one was there just now, now four or five street ruffians in cloth jackets turned in, Du Yunfeng knew that his posture was ambiguous, so he let go of Zhou Lan: "Let's go."

Zhou Lan followed Du Yunfeng and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

A few ruffians at the entrance of the alley saw the people coming out in suits and leather shoes, and they concluded that they were rich people, so they gave each other a wink, and walked side by side into the side road, as if to block the road.

Du Yunfeng strode ahead, and when this group of people came in, he knew it was not a good thing. The other party's eyes were clearly seen, and while walking, he put one hand in his pocket, seemingly unintentionally lifted a corner of his suit, his black boobs Ronning flashed the butt of his gun.

The group of people who were approaching suddenly dispersed and turned into a welcome crowd. They stood at attention, silently watched the two pass by, and turned out of the intersection.

Back on the bustling street, Du Yunfeng turned his head and smiled at Zhou Lan: "It's time to break ground on the head of the patriarch."

Du Yunfeng dismissed the driver and snapped his fingers at Zhou Lan: "Go play for a while?"

"Where?"

Du Yunfeng raised his head and pointed his chin forward. Not far away was the ball room opened by the Ministry of Industry of the French Concession.When they left Tianjin before, one was a student and the other was a servant, neither of them had much money, so they would not come to this kind of place. Now that they have money, there is no door that cannot be entered, and no place that cannot be afforded.

"It's been a long time since I played billiards." Zhou Lan sighed.

Du Yunfeng squeezed his fingers secretly, and leaned close to the opponent's head: "The Paris Hotel is next to it. Let's hit the ball on the top first, and then the ball on the bottom?"

"The family can't accommodate you anymore?" Zhou Lan reluctantly replied seriously.

Du Yunfeng walked out of shape, rubbing against each other while walking, pushing people from the middle of the road to the side of the road, until Zhou Lan couldn't help but say: "Walk well."

Du Yunfeng had a playful smile on his face, still rubbing his hands upwards, and whispered next to the other's ear: "It's inconvenient at home, I can't bear to cover your mouth every time!"

There are usually many foreigners in the French ballroom, and the Chinese who go there are either rich or expensive. Most of the pastimes are bowling, fencing, and billiards that Westerners like.

Zhou Lan had learned a little fencing in a church school, so he wasn't proficient, but it was no problem to teach Du Yunfeng.

Putting on protective gear and face shields, the two held thin Western swords and confronted each other on the stage.

Du Yunfeng stretched out his hands flexibly, and he made gestures with style. He quickly learned how to stab the sword, retreat, attack, and cheat... When the two of them played, they didn't give in to each other, and they fought heartily.

After all, he was a novice, and Du Yunfeng was finally defeated by Zhou Lan's series of planned attacks, and fell unsteadily to the ground.Zhou Lan took off his mask, condescended, and touched his mask with the tip of his long sword, "Are you convinced?" There was panting in his voice.

Du Yunfeng half-lyed on the floor, propped his body on his elbows, lifted his face shield with the other hand, and smiled dripping with sweat.

The tip of the sword raised the opponent's chin, and Zhou Lan, with long eyelashes drooping, said teasingly, "If you touch someone else, your face will be painted."

"Okay, are you willing?" Du Yunfeng raised his head, a drop of sweat condensed from his chin, and with the sliding of his Adam's apple, it dripped thrillingly.Zhou Lan's gaze fell on the opponent's neck with the drop of sweat, and his heart felt soft. His eyes caressed the opponent's slender body, and the tip of the sword moved wherever he went, until the opponent's lower abdomen, and lightly poked the opponent: " I'm really reluctant." The tip of the sword continued to move down, and it poked lightly and lightly between the legs: "Then draw your bottom!"

Du Yunfeng smiled brightly, curled his legs, and stood up straight. Zhou Lan drew his sword and hid back. When Du Yunfeng stood up straight, his sword was also received behind him.

Du Yunfeng glanced around, but there was no one around, he put his shoulder on the opponent's shoulder, and quickly pecked his lips: "Baby, don't always fight with swords and swords with it, I am so tender that my hair has not grown yet."

"Not only tender, but also itchy?" Zhou Lan blinked triumphantly.

When he said it was really itchy again, Du Yunfeng pulled the opponent's hand and pressed it there like a thief, Zhou Lan broke away from him with a smile, and walked to the locker room on his own: "Change clothes, let's go play billiards for a while. "

Because Du Yunfeng's shaved hair was growing out, he was soaked in sweat and itched. He didn't want to go into the ball room and scratch his head, so he hurried to take a bath.

Zhou Lan didn't sweat much, so he changed his shirt directly, carried his suit, and yelled to the sound of running water inside to wait for you in the ball room, and the inside responded.

There are single rooms and a hall in the billiards room. Because of the small number of people, there are not many people in the hall. The foreign waiter puts the ball in white gloves.

Before Du Yunfeng came out, he could probably compete with himself.

The hall did not turn on the headlights, but there were four lamps with iron shades on each table, arranged in a line. The warm yellow lights were like umbrellas, falling on the green velvet board. Zhou Lan was wearing trousers and shirt, studying the situation on the table. , He drove the ball well and was impartial. It didn't matter whether he hit the ball first or the solid ball first. He put down the club and rolled up the cuff again.

Two tables away, there were two young foreigners, one of whom was with a beard, looking this way, Zhou Lan met his eyes, and both of them nodded politely.

When Zhou Lan was studying in a missionary school, Zhou Lan had some fair-skinned classmates. They were different from Chinese classmates. They were more direct and simple, and most of them were not interested in the parents’ short stories. Can go around countless turns, so Zhou Lan really has no obstacles in communicating with foreigners.

Rolling up his sleeves, he randomly chose the bouquet, leaned over to aim at the No. [-] ball, and hit the white ball nimbly. After a turn, there was a rumble, and the prey went into the middle hole.

"Very beautiful!" A voice sounded behind him, Zhou Lan didn't notice when someone was standing in the darkness behind him, turned around suddenly, and saw two people in suits standing a step away, he knew both of them , the Japanese I met a few days ago.

Imanobu Yaharu and his accompanying military officer Yamashita Teruo looked at Zhou Lan with a smile on his face.

Zhou Lan held the club tightly in his hand, with an indifferent expression: "It's you."

Yamashita Teruo took a step forward from behind Imanobu, bowed to Zhou Lan, and spoke a few words in Japanese, bending and bending with extreme sincerity.

Zhou Lan didn't understand a sentence, nor did he understand the situation. He looked at Jinxin in confusion and vigilance: "What are you doing?"

Jinshin also nodded slightly: "He is my attendant, Yamashita Teruo, and he is apologizing for what happened that day." Jinshin stood in the dark, the light could not illuminate his face, only a vaguely calm expression, cast by the blurred light and shadow , his chin is pointed, his eyelashes droop down to soften his gaze, and he looks gentle and polite.It was a look and expression that looked very comfortable and made people feel no hostility. If he was not Japanese, Zhou Lan would even have a good impression of him.

The world is like this, Zhou Lan hates the Japanese as a whole more, but now I believe that as a human being, even if I saw it on the mountain, I didn't have any annoying behavior, but it was not so annoying.

Yamashita Teruo still bowed at the waist, as if he would bow and die here without being forgiven.

Zhou Lan was puzzled, but the scene didn't look like a bad thing. He always felt that the Japanese were the same as the Chinese. There were good and bad, some utterly conscientious, and some still human. It was all normal.

He looked in the direction of the locker room, then turned his head, and said to Jinxin: "I accept the apology, it's all over." After speaking, he turned and went to study billiards by himself.

Imanobu whispered a few words in Japanese to Teruo Yamashita, and the other party let out a high, bowed and backed away, all the way to the rest area in the dark.

Jin Xin unbuttoned his suit and spoke in not-so-fluent Chinese: "Young man, do you mind if I play a game with you?"

Zhou Lan was aiming at the medicine ball, raised his eyes, and looked at Jinxin who came to the table. The light illuminated the other person's face. It was a kind and delicate face of a middle-aged man, with sincere eyes, and the thick eyelashes cast a fluffy look under the light. Shadow, not aggressive at all.

Zhou Lan got up and raised her hand: "Please go ahead."

Jinshin smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows showing just the right amount of warmth, he put his suit on the hanger beside him, rolled up his cuffs and leaned over to pull the bar. He wore a good watch on his wrist, which was shining and crystal clear under the light. The forearm has the roundness of a middle-aged man, faintly covering the muscle lines, showing the lean and perfect outline of the youth.

It was a hit, and the angle of the ball was quite tricky. Zhou Lan was aiming at it repeatedly unsure just now. Unexpectedly, the opponent was very skilled. the sound of.

"Good shot." Zhou Lan whispered, nodded involuntarily, and when he read this letter again, the other party had already stood up and retreated, and raised his hand politely: "Please"

The balls come and go, the number of balls on the table is decreasing, and there are more conversations between the two.

"My name is Masaharu Imanobu, haven't I asked you yet?"

"Zhou Lan."

Half of the ball was missing, and the two not only played their own ball well, but also used every opportunity to set up obstacles for the opponent.

"You speak Chinese well," Zhou Lan said. The other party made him a little curious, not much, just a little. It is always good to know more about the other party, so as to facilitate his own safety.

Jinshin concentrated on studying the situation on the table, and leaned over: "My wife is Chinese." The white ball hit the solid No. [-] ball, and it went slightly off. After a refraction, the angle of the off-track was enlarged, and he shook his head.

This week Lan said oh, and didn't intend to ask any more. He was not interested in other people's family affairs, and concentrated on dealing with his own flower balls.

Holding Qiaoke in his hand and gently rubbing against the head of the club, Imanobu stood behind Zhou Lan, staring at the opponent's bent body, the line from the tip of the hand to the back was stretched and smooth, and the sideburns around the ears were slightly longer to set off the side profile With a handsome silhouette, a beautiful and intelligent young man, Imanobu's eyes instantly showed a little obsession, and then he was well controlled back.

"I have stayed in China longer than in Japan." He said in a low voice, a narrative to himself: "Mr. Sun Wen founded an association in Japan, and I followed him to China. It happened many years ago. gone."

In this way, the other party should be quite old, Zhou Lan took out a cigarette and lit it, holding the cigarette case and shaking it at Jinxin, the other party shook his head, Zhou Lan lit it himself, and threw the cigarette case on the edge of the table Taking a puff of cigarette: "You look very young, not like someone of that age."

Jinshin smiled: "According to the old Chinese saying, I have already passed the age of not being confused." When it was his turn to play, he asked casually, "Young man, how old are you?"

"twenty"

"It's just right, it's a good age!" Imanobu nodded involuntarily.