The seventh rule of the male god

——A person's destination is not his destiny.

"Is the host feeling tired?"

"tired."

"Then why..."

"If I can't go back, then I will never choose to stay. If I stay in one world for too long, I will be assimilated by the world, tempted by tranquility, and lost by myself. Now that I have lost the past, I don't want to lose myself yet. "

"Besides, being tired doesn't mean you don't enjoy it, and not being tired doesn't mean you're really lucky."

"And, system, task."

[Mission: In this troubled world, there are always some people who live extraordinary lives, holding on to the last ray of light until dawn breaks. 】

In the 19th year of the Republic of China, the chaotic situation of the warlord separatist regime, the melee between the north and the south, was a chaotic scene, but the prosperity of Shanghai remained the same as before, with singing and dancing in peace and prosperity.

Autumn leaves fell into the water, and the ship docked. Yun Changfeng carried his luggage, got off the pier, and walked across the trestle.

He was wearing a khaki windbreaker, with elegant and picturesque facial features, and an intriguing and submerged temperament.

Yun Changfeng raised his head to look at the sky, it was as blue as washing, and there were voices in his ears, which seemed to be far away, as if in a lifetime.

The fatigue caused by the deep nostalgia and attachment to the family and the country in the body made Yun Changfeng's brows and eyes slightly relaxed, which was the memory of this body.

There are people coming and going at the wharf, and there are people of all classes and identities, and they are divided into different classes.

Jiang family.

"The second young master is back!"

Steward Lu took the black box from Yun Changfeng's hand, and opened his mouth in surprise, with deep smile lines on his brows and eyes, loving and kind. He continued, "The master must be very happy to know that the young master is back! Ah Man, hurry up and tell the master!"

The young man standing next to him immediately came back to his senses and stood up straight, "Yes, Steward Lu, I'm going now." He replied, while sneaking a glance at Yun Changfeng, and ran out of the house He hurried out of the Jiang residence.

Ah Man was originally an orphan, and was adopted by Steward Lu when Yun Changfeng was abroad. Although he knew about the existence of the second young master of the Jiang family, he had never seen the legendary second young master since he entered the Jiang residence, so he was naturally more curious. .

Yun Changfeng rubbed his forehead and raised the corners of his lips lightly. The Jiang family is a scholarly family, rooted in the ups and downs of Shanghai for generations.

However, Jiang Yuanzhi, the second young master of the Jiang family, was a descendant of the Jiang family. He was sent to study in the UK when he was young, but he resolutely chose to return to China when the current situation was turbulent and troubled.

Also in awe.

That night, the father and son talked at night by candlelight. On the second day, Jiang's father had gray hair in his hair.

"Tomorrow is your Uncle Sheng's fiftieth birthday." These were the last words Jiang Zhe said to Yun Changfeng.

Sheng Huaibai, the man who stomped his feet and made Shanghai tremble, was over half a century old, and almost monopolized the entire economic vein of Shanghai.

Yun Changfeng understood Father Jiang's words.

Yun Changfeng stood in front of the closet, taking care of himself carelessly. He was wearing a well-tailored white suit, which made him more handsome and noble, with elegant eyebrows, as if born in the brush of a Western European artist.

After handing over the invitation, Yun Changfeng and Jiang's father were led into the lobby by the waiters, and the eyes were full of magnificence and feasts.

Wealthy celebrities, high-ranking officials in the political circles, probably all the famous people in Shanghai have come.

"Brother Jiang is here, let us wait! Fine wine and fine wine!" Seeing Jiang Zhe, Sheng Huaibai picked up the wine glass and walked over, and said with a smile, and there were soft compliments around him.

"Yes, yes, yes." Jiang Zhe responded readily, and was punished with three glasses of wine.

When Jiang Zhe was young, he was known as a cunning fox in the business world when he did not rely on his family's power to make his mark in the business world, but he was a very straightforward person in his daily life, which also allowed him to have a good balance in business and life.

And Sheng Huaibai dabbled in a wide range of fields, and basically participated in everything, but he was not sloppy in everything he did. Ben has a connection and is a business partner who is very compatible along the way.

"I just like Brother Jiang's personality, he's so forthright!" Sheng Huaibai said, shifting his gaze to Yun Changfeng, and asked appropriately with doubts: "This is..."

Jiang Zhe said: "This is a dog."

Yun Changfeng raised the corners of his lips slightly, as gentle as jade, and nodded slightly towards Sheng Huaibai, his voice was moist and soothing: "Uncle Sheng."

Sheng Huaibai seemed to think of it suddenly, and said in surprise: "It's Yuanzhi, no wonder I think it looks familiar, it's grown so much, it's really more handsome, after all, it's someone who has stayed abroad and gone abroad, not as good as my kid Know how many times better."

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he is just talking about the scene, and most of Shanghai knows that the kid from the Sheng family... But what Sheng Huaibai meant...

"The ones from other families are always the best, and my father always thinks I'm not as good as Young Master Sheng, but they are all excellent." Yun Changfeng raised his eyes to Jiang Zhe, and replied with a smile.

Sheng Huaibai didn't know why he was amused by that sentence, and he seemed in a good mood, "Ha! I like your character, you are really praising yourself openly and secretly."

Yun Changfeng pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

I forgot who said that as long as Yun Changfeng thinks about it, there is no one he can't please and the circle he can't get into, but he is tall, so he doesn't have to bend over to get whatever he wants.

Yun Changfeng never thought about Sheng Huaibai's circle, after all, Jiang Zhe was already in this circle.

Yun Changfeng stood aside with a glass of wine in his hand. He had just returned to China, so he didn't have many acquaintances in Shanghai, and his childhood friends and friends broke up because of his departure halfway.

Suddenly feeling a gaze lightly on him, Yun Changfeng shook the red wine in his hand, took a sip, and looked up——

On the white marble stairs on the second floor, the man was half leaning on the handrail, his white and slender fingers holding the goblet, the red liquid was contrasted like blood.

The man was dressed in an expensive black suit, his back was as straight as a sword about to be unsheathed, and he was wearing a pure white shirt. It seems to be relaxed, but occasionally when you look up, the inadvertently charming aura seems to be suffocating.

The eldest son of the Sheng family who is famous in Shanghai—Sheng Rongsheng!

Sheng Rongsheng saw Yun Changfeng raised his head and looked at him, the corners of his lips curled into a cool arc, he stuck out his tongue, head, licked, licked the mouth of the wine glass, his face was inherently handsome, so Such a simple action is more seductive than all the seductive women Yun Changfeng has seen, and it is both lustful and abstinent.

Sheng Rongsheng raised his wine glass to Yun Changfeng, and he drank it down in one gulp.

Yun Changfeng was dumb, raised his head and took a sip of the red wine, as a return to Young Master Sheng's gift, the liquid slid down his throat coolly, he should be drunk, but Yun Changfeng's sanity became clearer.

Sheng Rongsheng...

If he hadn't gone abroad, perhaps he would have integrated into Sheng Rongsheng's circle naturally. Although he hadn't thought about entering into Sheng Rongsheng's circle and forming a good relationship with Sheng Rongsheng, but absolutely, at least now, Sheng Rongsheng was someone he couldn't offend.

Because Sheng Rongsheng is indeed the best.

"Yes, Uncle Sheng, I want this batch of arms. This batch of arms must also belong to me."

Back at Jiang's house, Yun Changfeng threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, but didn't speak. He groped under the pillow with his right hand and came across a hard, hard object. Yun Changfeng knew it was a gun.

Jiangsu, Zhejiang and other areas are in the midst of war, and there is chaos.Bullets and faith will be the last hope of this country.

one year later.Shanghai.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers—"

Yun Changfeng swayed his body and took a step back, with a "crash", the newspaper boy who collided with him scattered newspapers all over the sky.

The newspaper seller seemed to be quite skilled in dealing with such situations, so he started to grab the newspapers in the air. Yun Changfeng steadied his steps, and just bent down to pick up the newspapers that fell on the ground. Seeing a line of big characters written on it——

The three northeastern provinces fell.

That’s right, on the night of September [-], [-], the Japanese Kwantung Army stationed in Northeast China used the pretext of slandering China. The army destroyed a section of track near Shenyang Beijiao Lake on the South-Manchurian Railway, and suddenly attacked the Northeast Army’s garrison Beidaying and Shenyang City.

The national government adopted a non-resistance policy, which led to the complete fall of the three northeastern provinces. From then on, the 3000 million Northeast compatriots began a long life of subjugated slaves.