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Half a month later, Wen Changling was safe and sound, and the Fuxing Society seemed to have no intention of moving him.Zhu Nanjiang waited and watched for a few more days, and finally withdrew the "newspaper readers" at the gate of Wen's house.

In early May, Sanchang Opium Management Company, a joint venture between Luo Zhanyuan and Huang Xingrong, was formally established. The opening ceremony was held on the first floor of Kangyuan Building in the French Concession, and the two chairman chaired the meeting in person.French Consul Arbon read a congratulatory message in Chinese, and people from all walks of life attended.

The establishment of the company is not a good thing for Zhu Nanjiang.

On the surface, Sanchang Company said it was rectifying the opium industry, but in fact it was monopolizing the opium business in Shanghai.Anyone who buys and sells tobacco in the concession, no matter how big or small, must submit taxes and protection fees to the company, and the company will manage it uniformly and distribute the supply of goods to small tobacco and soil merchants.In this way, his way of earning protection fees as a middleman was cut off.

Fortunately, he didn't care about this loss.Since doing business with Xue Conghuai, the two have invested in several factories and large stores, sitting at home with money from the sky.Having tasted the sweetness of doing big business, he gradually looked down on hard-earned money.

It's just that once the business gets bigger, it's inevitable to deal with people inside and outside the concession. Zhu Nanjiang didn't expect that he would be able to get involved with He Tingxuan by opening a store.

Xue Conghuai told him that He Tingxuan was now in the real estate business and was doing well in the British territory, and he hoped that they could use their relationship to talk about more cooperation and step into the public concession by the way.

"I have nothing to do with him."

When Zhu Nanjiang heard that he wanted to cooperate with He Tingxuan, he immediately regarded money as dung.

What's more, when the Jiangnan Press had an accident a while ago, he explicitly and implicitly forced the other party to donate 10 oceans.He Tingxuan has always loved money like his life, and after being forcibly drawn such a large tube of blood, now that he sees himself, he probably has no time to hide, so what a fart to cooperate!

Xue Conghuai couldn't persuade Zhu Nanjiang at all. Seeing the fat in his mouth being snatched away by others, he was so anxious that he wanted to vomit blood: "Inspector Zhu, this is really... What's wrong with you two?"

"I have a grudge against him."

"Hey! As the saying goes, there is no overnight hatred between brothers, you..."

"What brother? Husband and wife have no overnight feud, husband and wife!"

"Oh, oh... the same is true for brothers."

"Shut up if you can't speak, and don't fucking mention him in front of me in the future!"

Seeing that he was angry, Xue Conghuai had to give up resentfully, "Oh... Inspector Zhu, why bother with money!"

Zhu Nanjiang thought that he didn't have trouble with money, it was money that troubled him, and he insisted on having something to do with garbage.

Besides, he really didn't recognize the brother He Tingfan, there was only one brother, and he had an overnight grudge.

Wen Changling hadn't seen Zhu Nanjiang for a long time.

In the past six months, the printing house has received donations and assistance from all parties, and the repair work has been carried out very smoothly. The printing factory and warehouse have been rebuilt on the basis of the original site.

The curator and others received condolences and awards from the Shanghai Municipal Government, and even non-governmental consortiums took the initiative to raise funds for them. A group of people attended various ceremonies and meetings and were busy all day long.

So in July, Wen Changling suddenly learned that Zhu Nanjiang was sent to the hospital with his head smashed.

During this time, Ruan Chengzhi was emotionally agitated, and repeatedly proposed to seek revenge from Zhu Nanjiang.Everyone persuaded him to calm down, and even sent someone to secretly follow him to prevent him from acting impulsively.Therefore, when the news came that Zhu Nanjiang was hospitalized, his first reaction was that the other party had been assassinated.

The follower said that Ruan Chengzhi hadn't changed recently.Wen Changling felt relieved, but still worried about why Zhu Nanjiang was injured, so he hesitated and decided to go to the hospital.

Because he didn't want to be seen by outsiders, he deliberately picked a rainy morning.

Zhu Nanjiang was still asleep, and he could only see his profile through the door glass, his head exposed outside the quilt was covered with gauze.

Wen Changling handed things to the nurse and was about to inquire about his condition when suddenly he saw a familiar face outside the corridor in a flash from the corner of his eye.

"Even the doctor!"

"what……"

Hearing the call, the other party stopped for a moment, and then showed a happy expression: "Boss Wen! Why are you here?"

"I'm here to visit a friend, how about you?"

"Boss Wen, come on, let's talk in another place..."

The man put Wen Changling's shoulders and led him to the second floor. The latter realized that his voice had disturbed the patients in the room, and covered his mouth in embarrassment.

The two walked up to the balcony on the second floor, and Wen Changling put his hands down.

"Doctor Lian, aren't you at Minji Hospital? Why..."

"Oh, I have something to do with Dean Xu."

"Sorry for delaying you?"

"No, no, the dean hasn't come yet!"

The other party's name is Lian Renjun, and he is the younger brother of Lian Renjun, the president of the famous patriotic newspaper Jingyun Newspaper.At the end of last year, Lian Renjun was murdered by the Japanese Kwantung Army. Lian Renjun fled from Shenyang to Shanghai. At the beginning of the year, he opened a clinic in the International Settlement, and also attended Minji Hospital in Zhabei District.

Lian Renjun's father, Lian Hanlin, had a high prestige in the press and publishing industry. Lian Renjun studied abroad in Germany at the age of 20. He is highly skilled in medicine and decent, so he has a good reputation among patients.

In the bombardment at the beginning of the year, several workers in the printing factory were burnt when they took refuge. Afterwards, Lian Renjun temporarily added a ward for treatment. Wen Changling was very grateful to him.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

Even Renjun was very happy to see him: "Boss Wen, what's wrong with your friend?"

"I was about to ask just now. I heard that the head was smashed, and I don't know what the situation is."

"Who is your friend?"

"Mr. Zhu in Ward No. [-], Doctor Lian, do you know how he is doing?"

"Zhu Nanjiang?! Do you know him?" Lian Renjun asked in surprise.

"Ah..." Wen Changling agreed vaguely, "It's not considered acquaintance...he helped the printing factory."

"He? Helping the printing house?"

Wen Changling couldn't help being a little flustered seeing the other party's fierce reaction, suspecting that Zhu Nanjiang had offended someone by causing trouble in the hospital.

"Doctor Lian? Mr. Zhu, he..."

"Oh, it's nothing..." Lian Renjun came back to his senses, "He's fine, just a mild brain injury."

"Brain damage!? Then, will there be sequelae?"

"No, no, just a concussion."

"I've heard concussions can put you in a vegetative state."

"Don't worry too much. The concussion is just a traumatic injury. After ten and a half months of rest, you'll be fine." Lian Renjun wrote lightly, "If you want to talk about sequelae, at most the scalp near the wound will not grow hair for a period of time."

"Can it grow longer then?"

"Yes, don't worry, I won't be bald."

"oh oh……"

"Boss Wen, do you care about him so much?"

"After all, I have been favored..." Wen Changling hurriedly made a fool of himself, "Who did it? Has the murderer been caught?"

Lian Renjun spread his palms to express his ignorance: "It's just like this when it was delivered, and I didn't say what happened."

"It's tough enough."

"It's lucky that I didn't see anyone's life. Someone like him must have offended people a lot. Maybe he asked for it?"

The author says:

The next chapter will be updated on Tuesday morning, with sugar!