Shili Yangchang

Alfred F. Jones hurried across the Waibaidu Bridge. In the early morning, thick fog appeared on the Huangpu River, and the fishy smell of water wafted into his nostrils. The trams passed by with jingling bells.Although the concession is a world for foreigners, he was very annoyed by the yelling of hawkers and the loud noises of Chinese people from those narrow alleys.The filthy, savage but scheming Chinese always turn every place like a dump, especially the smelly wharf, where beggars and pickpockets gather, every time Al passes by Pressing his pockets tight and ready to fist any Chinese scum who dares put his hand in his wallet.When walking down the Waibaidu Bridge, Al gave the Soviet/Union Consulate next to him a vicious look—that big-nosed bastard named Ivan Braginsky had been getting into trouble with him recently.

Back at Licha Hotel where he was staying, the waiter graciously opened the door for him, and immediately led him to the dining room after learning that he hadn't had breakfast yet.Al's younger brother, Matthew, was already sitting at a dining table with today's morning paper in his hand.Al sat across from Matthew, raised one leg to drink coffee, and asked casually, "Any news?"

"The Kirkland family announced the news of your engagement to Miss Kirkland." Matthew showed a pair of tired eyes from above the newspaper. Although the two brothers looked alike, Matthew couldn't see a trace of Al's vitality in him.

"Hmph, at last year's reception you called me a vulgar nouveau riche and a homosexual with corrupt morals, why did you rush to give me that young lady so quickly!" Al sneered and crossed his arms, looking leisurely Looking at Matthew, "These boring and stupid British aristocrats, they are only guarding the already dilapidated first-class cabin, and they insist on being hungry and pretending to be nobles! And we," Al said, clenched his fists, "We have earned everything we have now with our own hands and wisdom. It's time for them to show how powerful American industrialists are."

"The Kirkland family has already made a living by selling their property, so don't deceive people too much." Matthew whispered, "Besides, marrying the Kirkland family can allow you to obtain a noble title, which is also good for you."

"What do I want a title of nobility for? Such useless things are only treasured by British fools who don't know how to adapt! Besides," Alyin said with a smile, "the behavior of the Kirkland family has been extremely shameless, and I can still say that I have deceived people too much. ?”

Matthew was silent, and although Al's words were harsh, they were not fake.The Kirkland family used to be very contemptuous of Al, but now in order to save the declining family, they did not hesitate to let their only son, Arthur Kirkland, fall in love with Al, and made Arthur appear as a woman, under the pseudonym Alice Kirkland.In Al's opinion, although Arthur has a bad temper, he is beautiful and cute. It is good to have such a partner, but he has been dating Arthur for a long time but has not mentioned engagement. The Kirkland family is very anxious. She shrugged absent-mindedly and said, "It doesn't matter if you get married." As a result, early this morning, the engagement had already been published in the newspaper.

Not far from the restaurant, there was a pair of Chinese men and women eating. The man looked like a rich young man, and the girl was a singer who had recently become popular. Al frowned on the frivolous expressions and words of the two: "There are terrible Chinese people everywhere. People, this is really a disgusting place!"

"Al, this is Shanghai!" Matthew reproached but said softly.

"It's you who work in the U.S. consulate, not me!" Al leaned back in his chair, "Matthew, you, the most rigid person, chose to come to the far away Shanghai/Shanghai."

"I need a job," Matthew whispered, and I had absolutely no share in the family business.

A face-to-face waiter brought breakfast to the two of them. Al looked curiously at this young Chinese/Chinese man. He was taller than ordinary Chinese, thin but not slender, with vigorous and elastic steps, and a very handsome face. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail and hung over her shoulders.When he came to the table, he held the tray firmly with his left hand, and put the butter meal bag in front of Al with his right hand. Al found that his wrist was slender but very strong, his fingers were long and flexible, and the skin on his hands was rough, which was very different from the smooth and delicate face. Doesn't match.When he was serving Matthew, Al caught a glimpse of his left hand. He stood up abruptly, grabbed his left wrist, and turned it over forcefully. repair clothes.

"Al!" Matthew exclaimed. Al has a lot of debts, but he has never seen him attack the Chinese.

Al rubbed the hard calluses on the waiter's palm, and stared sharply into the other's black eyes: "You often use a gun."

The waiter was expressionless, and suddenly grabbed a table knife from the table with his free right hand and stabbed at Al violently.Al quickly pushed him away, but there was still a wound on his right palm.Al was not an incompetent person, he immediately touched Matthew's knife and threw it at the waiter. Due to the close distance, Al had great strength in his hand, and even though the waiter was agile, a red mark was drawn on his cheek. Blood oozes quickly.He turned around and ran, not towards the door, but ran up the stairs. Al chased all the way, threw the man down by a window on the second floor, grabbed the man's wrist again, and twisted hard behind his back , he was strong enough to break this thin wrist, but he didn't do it.

Suppressing his struggling body, Al jokingly said, "Tell me your name, and I'll let you go."

The man turned his head with great effort, this awkward movement made the tendons on his slender neck stick out, although it was an extremely uncomfortable position, but there was a relaxed smile on his face: "Do you think I can say my real name?"

"Maybe." Al Minming maintained a rough gesture, but his expression was quite gentlemanly.

The young waiter suddenly twisted his wrist and quickly got rid of Al's suppression. His strength was much stronger than Al's imagination, and before Al could react, he had already been pushed aside.Looking up again, the cunning Chinese youth has squatted on the window frame, his smile is as bright as the rising sun: "Next time I will tell you my name, before I shoot your head off!" After finishing speaking, he Leaping lightly down the second floor, disappearing like a shadow in the morning mist of Shanghai.

Al got up and looked out of the window, Shiliyangchang woke up from the fog in the morning, gradually revealing her bustling and hustle and bustle.Al smiled playfully: "What a dangerous Seraph!"