Chapter 738 Mr. Cheng loves money and can do no great good

 In the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, November 24th, the Western Thanksgiving Day.

The third day of the tenth lunar month is a time for visiting relatives and friends, cleaning, deworming, and burial.

Snowing.

　　The very small snowflakes that began to fall in the early morning turned into heavy snow by the evening.

This is the second earliest snowfall in Shanghai. It is said that the last snowfall dates back to the 21st year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty. The first snowfall fell on November 2nd in the Western calendar. Of course, no one used the Western calendar at that time. .

In the courtyard of the central patrol house, three tarpaulin trucks have been started, and their engines roar like a drunkard snoring.

There were eight people standing next to each truck, four of whom were carrying long guns and four of whom were carrying short guns. The same thing was that they all held steel-tipped iron rods in their hands. A hit on the head with a stick would leave a **** hole. .

Cheng Qianfan was wearing the uniform of a senior police officer without a raincoat. He let the snowflakes fall, falling on his police hat, police uniform, riding boots and eyebrows.

 He raised his head and looked at the large swaths of snowflakes flying in the air.

There is a cigarette in his mouth, no, to be precise, he is chewing on the cigarette.

 Xiao Cheng raised his wrist impatiently and glanced at the time on the watch on his wrist.

Hou Pingliang ran all the way. He rushed to Brother Fan's side, covered his hands and whispered, "The people are here."

Hearing this, Xiao Cheng always raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

 …

 Poof!

 The cigarette he was holding in his mouth was spat out on the ground and submerged in the snow.

 “Ball Ballroom!” Xiao Cheng raised his head, snowflakes fell on his neck, and the place name came out of his mouth.

"yes!"

The police officers got into the car, and the tarpaulin military truck made a roar as it stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the gate.

The sentries who had been waiting for a long time quickly pulled up the barrier gate, saluted at the same time, and watched the three steel monsters rush out.

Cheng Qianfan was sitting in the passenger seat of a military truck. He glanced at a rickshaw that had just run past in the wind and snow, yawned slightly, and threw out a cigarette that he had crushed in his hand from the window. .

 …

 ‘Ball Ballroom’, not because there are many ‘balls’ in this ballroom, nor because the ballroom is famous for ‘playing ball balls’.

This ball is neither the basketball or football played by college students, nor the small rubber ball bought by young masters and ladies.

 ‘Ball’ is actually a lingo for usury.

For example, if a borrower borrows a large amount of rubber debt, he must pay back at least fifty cash in interest every day.

Such a high interest rate that cannot be paid off in a lifetime. It is like a ball rolling over and over again without any end. It is a "ball debt".

 ‘Ball Ballroom’ is actually a place where dancing, making money, and men having fun all come together.

The reason why it is called the "ball ballroom" is because whenever someone loses money or has insufficient ticket funds, a dancer in a colorful dress will come to chat with them and lure the other party to borrow a "ball ball debt."

Whether you are a loser or a person who is full of evil things, as long as you borrow this ball debt, your family will be ruined, your children will be sold, or your whole family will be hanged and thrown into a well.

Such an unconscionable thing, but it exists blatantly in the Shanghai Bund Concession. In this chaotic situation, only Zhang Xiaolin and Boss Zhang's industry dare to be so blatant.

 …

 Lu Xinge came out of the alley and was about to walk towards the ball dance hall across the road, when he saw the shining car lights like two lamp beads shining directly through the snow and fog.

He hurriedly stepped back into the alley and stuck his head out to take a look.

 I saw many trucks heading this way.

 He came to meet with his men, but at this moment, he did not dare to enter the dance hall again.

 Soon, three trucks parked at the entrance of the Ball Ballroom.

The patrolman, who was loaded with ammunition, jumped out of the tarpaulin of the truck, carrying a long gun on his shoulder, a gun case slung over his shoulder, and a copper-headed baton in his hand.

These patrolmen rushed to the door of the Ball Ballroom and surrounded the door.

 Then, Lu Xingo saw a man jump out of the passenger compartment of the truck in the middle.

“It’s the third brother.” Lu Xingge frowned slightly.

Wearing white gloves on both hands, with his right hand gently pressing on the holster, Xiao Cheng walked through the snow to the door step by step.

“The Jiang Mule gang is hiding here.” He put his hands to his mouth and breathed, and said, “Everyone in the dance hall will be arrested to identify them.”

 …

"It's the person from the patrol room." The dazzling white light and the movement at the door have attracted the attention of the guests in a room on the second floor.

"It's Cheng Qianfan." Luo Yannian opened a small gap in the curtains, took a look outside, and said.

He frowned and said, "Comrade Dictionary, I will cover you and you should retreat immediately."

"No." 'Dictionary' shook his head resolutely, and lowered his voice and said, "Secretary Luo, my current identity is justified even if I appear here. You are different. Once you are interrogated and dug out, it will be difficult to cover up the past. "

"No, you retreat immediately." Luo Yannian said decisively, "There is no time, this is an order."

He admitted that what 'Dictionary' said was reasonable, but this did not ensure that 'Dictionary' would not be suspected at all. Comrade 'Dictionary' was a senior agent who had gone to great lengths to break into the enemy. He was absolutely Do not allow 'dictionaries' to have hidden dangers that may be suspected.

 In order to protect the 'Dictionary', he would not hesitate to put himself in danger.

"Take care!" Dictionary took a deep look at his old leader and comrade-in-arms, opened the door, walked along the corridor to the corner, and was about to go downstairs. When he heard the movement in the hall on the first floor, he returned without hesitation. , entered a room that he had observed long ago, jumped off the balcony of the room, rolled on the ground, and hid in the corner of the bushes.

 Confirming that the enemy was not coming this way, he walked towards the back door unhurriedly, opened the latch, closed the door after going out, and soon disappeared into the snowy night.

 …

 The noisy dance hall suddenly became chaotic as police officers armed with live ammunition broke in.

Pang Shui, who was having a heart-to-heart talk with a dancer, glanced at Mr. Cheng, who was surrounded by his subordinates. He frowned slightly, and then winked at the subordinates beside him.

One of them understood, nodded, and went to greet him first.

 “Cheng Qianfan, what are you going to do? Others are afraid of you, but I, the skinny Asan, am not afraid of you…”

Pang Shui slapped his forehead with his right hand and covered his face.

His original intention was to ask his men to go up and ask what was going on, rather than to do this reckless thing.

boom!

 There was a sudden gunshot!

The scabby Asan was shot in the calf. He screamed and knelt on the ground. Then he lay on the ground, howling like a ghost while holding his shot right calf and rolling on the ground in pain.

 It hurts, it really hurts.

The scabby Ah San howled at the top of his lungs. He remembered the last time he went to Baoshan to collect grain. He fired two shots at an old man who was kneeling down, hugging his thigh and begging. He saw the old man covered with pain all over the ground. He laughed as he rolled around, just finding it interesting.

Now that the bullet hit him, he felt the pain and fear.

 …

Screams were heard in the ballroom.

His men were shot, and Pang Shui could no longer hide. The most important thing was that he couldn't hide anymore. He could only pretend to be free and easy, patting the non-existent dust on his body, and looked at him coldly. Cheng Qianfan walked over.

“Vice President Cheng is here, and Pang is not able to welcome him from a distance. It’s a sin, it’s a sin.” Pang Shui said.

"You also know that the crime is on you." Cheng Qianfan looked coldly and nodded, "Then just do it honestly. Where is the person?"

“Who is it?” Pang Shui asked.

“Are you deaf?” Hou Pingliang scolded from the side, “Brother Fan just said that you are harboring the Jiang Mule gang here.”

“Who do you think you are when I talk to your commander?” Pang Shui was not so polite to Hou Pingliang.

His view has always been to either kill Cheng Qianfan with lightning speed and then spend a lot of money to extinguish the French's anger, or to turn their hostility into friendship with Cheng Qianfan and make everyone rich together, instead of just injuring and killing each other like they are now. The enemy was unable to resolve the problem decisively.

Boss Zhang Xiaolin thinks that his seniority and strength are much higher than that of Mr. Cheng. In the words of Mr. Zhang, Cheng Qianfan, a native of Jiangshan, is not even worthy of carrying Mr. Zhang's shoes.

Pang Shui privately believes that with the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, the previous method of ranking based on seniority has become outdated. Now whoever has the gun in hand has the people, especially whoever can get the support of the Japanese, his words will be effective.

Zhang Xiaolin has the support of the Japanese, but Cheng Qianfan has always had a close relationship with the Japanese, and he will most likely be the one who will support the Japanese in the future.

Therefore, in Pang Shui's view, the gap in strength between Boss Zhang and Cheng Qianfan, especially in their background and connections, is far less exaggerated than the boss thinks. They are just one earlier and the other later. I make a living by following the Japanese.

Of course, Boss Zhang is a head above Cheng Qianfan after all.

As for himself, he thought that as a general under Zhang Xiaolin, he should be equal to Cheng Qianfan. Cheng Qianfan was rude to him, but he could barely bear it. However, Cheng Qianfan's subordinates also dared to drink three or four times at him. This is a lack of understanding of the rules, and this cannot be tolerated.

Even if he is willing to endure it, Zhang Xiaolin behind him cannot endure it, nor can his subordinates.

"Monkey, Mr. Pang scolded you for not knowing the rules. That's your fault." Cheng Qianfan said, "I have repeatedly warned you to treat suspects with respect. The suspect is still alive before he is shot..."

Pang Shui was quite satisfied after hearing what he said, but then the more he listened, the more something was wrong. Just when he was about to speak, he saw Cheng Qianfan pointing towards him, "Why don't you invite Mr. Pang quickly?" , apologize to him properly."

 …

Hou Pingliang stepped forward with a cold face.

Pang Shui also looked at him coldly. He wanted to see what the other party was going to do.

Moreover, he didn’t think Hou Pingliang dared to do anything to him.

"Mr. Pang, Brother Fan asked me to apologize to you." Hou Pingliang even apologized with a cold face, "But I don't want to apologize to people like you, and I don't want to violate the rules set by Brother Fan. What do you think I should do? ?”

 Rules?

 What rules?

Oh, yes, this guy Cheng Qianfan said that living people must be respected and cannot...

Pang Shui’s expression suddenly changed.

 Poof!

Subsequently, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down in disbelief and saw a dagger stuck in his abdomen.

Well!

Hou Pingliang even stirred the dagger twice more.

Until his death, Pang Shui could not believe that he had died like this:

As a general and think tank of Zhang Xiaolin, who was favored and respected by the Japanese, as the Japanese became more and more powerful, his good days would only become more and more worth looking forward to. Why did he die?

“Report to Vice President Cheng that Mr. Pang suddenly fell ill and could not be treated,” Hou Pingliang said.

"Well, don't cover up for Pang Shui, he won't appreciate it." Cheng Qianfan said, "What's the use of Mr. Pang's reputation?"

 He suddenly drew his gun.

 Bang bang bang.

Three shots were fired in succession, hitting Pang Shui in the abdomen. "After investigation, Pang Shui was actually the third leader of the Jiang Mule gang. Faced with the just arrest by our patrol room, Pang Shui was afraid of the crime and could not escape. He resisted and was eventually shot to death."

 After saying that, Mr. Xiao Cheng opened the safety and put the gun into the holster. He looked around at the people in the ballroom and said, "It's bright and clear."

 A gambler glanced outside the door and saw a dark sky filled with snowflakes.

 …

“Important leaders of the Jiang Mulezi gang, such as Pang Shui, killed people and stole goods, kidnapped and robbed people, raped women, and even openly resisted my police patrol. They committed extremely heinous crimes.”

“Pang Shui is a man who deserves to die.”

“You have seen what happened today with your own eyes and ears.”

As he spoke, Xiao Cheng put his hands on the bar, "I'm done."

 His face was filled with a smile like a warm spring breeze, "Who has any different opinions?"

 There was a dead silence in the hall at first.

 Then, one of Pang Shui's men seemed to have just reacted and shouted in horror, "You killed Mr. Pang, you killed Mr. Pang!"

　　Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Lu Hu, Lu Jiufan, and Hou Pingliang opened fire almost at the same time, and this young man from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association was almost beaten to a pulp.

"Very good." Xiao Cheng glanced at the corpse on the ground and nodded with satisfaction, "This little brother has no objection now."

 He looked around at everyone again, "Is there anyone else who objects?"

"No."

"No."

Everyone was trembling with fear, and soon someone clever shouted, "Pang Shui, the gangster of Jiang Mule, deserves to die!"

 Then someone more clever shouted, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for killing Pang Bandit and saving my life." ’

Some people even burst into tears with excitement.

"Very good." Mr. Xiao Cheng nodded, "You are all sensible people. You should know that telling lies and retracting confessions is a very serious crime and will lead to death."

 Some people nodded, while others shook their heads in horror.

 “Absolutely not.”

“We have seen with our own eyes that Mr. Cheng is our reborn parent.”

“Very good.” Cheng Qianfan clasped his hands and said, “On behalf of the patrol room, Cheng thanked you for your strong support.”

　　Everyone was about to burst into tears and did not even dare to say anything.

"Next, those whose names are read will stand up." Da Toulu stood up, cleared his throat, took out a piece of paper from his body, and said.

Everyone was frightened again.

"Don't panic." Mr. Xiao Cheng explained considerately, "Except for Pang Shui's accomplices, most of the people on the list are people implicated by Pang Shui. As long as they are verified by the patrol room, there are no major mistakes. , you can find someone to bail you out and go home.”

 Everyone felt inexplicably relieved.

 As long as Mr. Cheng remains true to his original intention and is willing to accept everyone's filial piety, this is great.

These people have never found a money-loving Xiao Cheng so reassuring as they do now.

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 (End of this chapter)