Chapter 738 Chapter 738 always loves money, and there is nothing good about it

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

  The third day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar is suitable for visiting relatives and friends, cleaning, deworming, and burialing.

Snowing.

  The tiny snowflakes that started to float in the early morning turned into heavy snow in the evening.

This is the second earliest first snowfall in Shanghai. It is said that the last first snowfall dates back to the 21st year of Guangxu in the former Qing Dynasty. The first snowfall was on November 2 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 ignited and started, and the sound of the engine is roaring, like a drunk snoring.

There were eight people standing next to each truck, four of them were carrying long guns, and four of them were carrying short guns. The same thing is, they all held steel-headed iron rods in their hands. When a rod hits the head, it will make a **** hole. .

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

  He raised his head and looked at the large snowflakes flying in the sky.

   There is a cigarette in his mouth, no, to be precise, he is biting a cigarette.

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

  Hou Pingliang ran all the way, he rushed to Brother Fan, covered his hands and whispered, "Here we are."

  Mr. Xiao Cheng heard the words, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

  …

   Poof!

  The cigarette he was biting in his mouth was spit out on the ground and sank into the snow.

   "Ball Ballroom!" Xiao Cheng always raised his head, snowflakes fell on his neck, and he spit out the place name from his mouth.

"yes!"

  All the policemen got into the car, and the tarpaulin army card rushed to the gate with a loud roar as it stepped on the accelerator.

  The sentry who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly pulled up the 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 card. 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 hands from the window. .

  …

  'Ball Ballroom' is not because there are many 'balls' in this ballroom, nor is it because the ballroom is famous for 'playing balls'.

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

  'Ball' is actually a lingo for usury.

  For example, if the borrower borrows a large amount of rubber ball debt, then he has to pay at least 50 Wen in interest every day.

  Such a high interest rate can hardly be repaid in a lifetime. This is like a ball rolling, going round and round without end. It is a "ball debt".

  'Ball Ballroom' is actually a place where dancing, making money, and men have fun.

  The reason why it’s called the “Ball Ballroom” is because whenever someone loses money, or the tickets are insufficient, there will be well-dressed dancers coming to strike up a conversation and lure the other party to borrow a “ball debt”.

  Whether it is a person who is jealous of losing, or a person who is full of dirty things, as long as he borrows this ball debt, the housekeeper will be ruined, his sons and daughters will be sold, or the whole family will be hanged and thrown into a well.

  Such a thing that is devoid of conscience, yet openly exists in the Shanghai Bund Concession. In this chaotic situation, only Zhang Xiaolin, the owner of Zhang’s property, dares to be so blatant.

  …

  Lu Xingge came out of the alley and was about to walk to the ballroom on the opposite side of the road, when he saw the shining headlights coming directly through the snow and fog like two lamp beads.

  He hurriedly dodged back into the alley, poked his head out to look.

   Then I saw multiple trucks coming this way.

  He came to meet with his subordinates, but at this moment, he dared not enter the ballroom again.

   Soon, three trucks stopped at the entrance of the ballroom.

  The policeman with live ammunition jumped out of the tarpaulin of the truck, with a long gun on his shoulder, a gun case slung over his shoulder, and a copper-headed baton in his hand.

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

   Then, Lu Xingo saw a person jump out of the passenger cab of the truck in the middle.

   "It's the third brother." Lu Xingge frowned slightly.

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

   "The Ginger Mule gang is hiding here." He put his hands to his mouth and breathed out, and said, "Everyone in the dance hall should be arrested and identified."

  …

   "It's someone from the patrol room." The dazzling white lights, as well as the movement at the door, have already attracted the attention of guests in a room on the second floor.

   "It's Cheng Qianfan." Luo Yannian raised the curtain a small gap, glanced outside, and said.

  He frowned, "Comrade 'Dictionary', I'll cover you, you retreat immediately."

"No." 'Dictionary' shook his head resolutely, and said in a low voice, "Secretary Luo, my current identity is justified even if I appear here. "

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

He admits that what 'Dictionary' said is reasonable, but this does not ensure that 'Dictionary' will not be suspected at all. Comrade 'Dictionary' is a senior agent who has worked so hard to break into the enemy's interior. It is not allowed that there may be hidden dangers that may be suspected on the 'dictionary'.

  In order to protect the 'dictionary', he can put himself in danger without hesitation.

"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 he had observed a long time 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 to the back door without haste, pulled the latch, and closed the door after going out, quickly submerged in the snowy night.

  …

  The noisy dance hall was in chaos with the intrusion of armed police officers.

  Pang Shui, who was having a heart-to-heart conversation 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 up first.

   "Cheng Qianfan, what are you going to do? Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you..."

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

  He originally intended to let his subordinates go up and ask what was going on, not this kind of recklessness.

boom!

   Suddenly a gunshot!

  The scarlet-headed Ah San was shot in the calf, screamed and knelt on the ground, and then lay on the ground, crying and howling, hugging his shot right calf and rolling on the ground in pain.

  It hurts, it really hurts.

The scarlet-headed San was howling at the top of his lungs. He remembered the last time he went to Baoshan to 'harvest grain'. He fired two shots at an old man who was kneeling and begging for his thigh. He watched the old man hurt all over the ground. Rolling, he laughed, just thought it was funny.

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

  …

   There were screams in the ballroom one after another.

Pang Shui couldn't dodge any more when his men were shot, and the most important thing was that he couldn't dodge anymore either. He could only pat the non-existing dust on his body pretending to be free and easy, and looked at him coldly. Cheng Qianfan who came over walked over.

   "Vice President Cheng came, but Pang couldn't meet him from afar. It's a sin, a sin." Pang Shui said.

   "You also know that the crime lies with you." Cheng Qianfan nodded coldly, "Then be honest, where is he?"

   "Who is it?" Pang Shui asked.

   "Deaf?" Hou Pingliang scolded from the side, "Brother Fan just said that you are sheltering and harboring the Jiang Mule gang here."

   "I'm talking to your chief, what are you?" Pang Shui treated Hou Pingliang less politely.

His point of view has always been that he either kills Cheng Qianfan quickly and spends a lot of money to extinguish the anger of the French, or he and Cheng Qianfan turn their fights into treasures and make a fortune together instead of fighting constantly like they are now. However, the enemy cannot decisively solve the problem.

  Boss Zhang Xiaolin thinks that his seniority and strength are far higher than that of Mr. Cheng. In the words of Mr. Zhang, Cheng Qianfan is not worthy of carrying shoes for Mr. Zhang.

  Pang Shui privately believes that with the occupation of Shanghai by the Japanese, the previous method of ranking seniority is outdated. Now whoever has a gun in his hand gets someone, especially whoever can win the support of the Japanese, what he says works.

   Zhang Xiaolin has the support of the Japanese, but Cheng Qianfan has always had a close relationship with the Japanese, and nine times out of ten he will be employed by the Japanese in the future.

Therefore, in Pang Shui's view, the strength between Boss Zhang and Cheng Qianfan, especially the gap between their backgrounds and contacts, is far less exaggerated than the boss thinks. It's just that one is earlier and the other is later. They live with the Japanese.

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

As for himself, he thought that as Zhang Xiaolin's general, he should be on an equal footing with Cheng Qianfan. He could barely bear Cheng Qianfan's face to him, but Cheng Qianfan's subordinates dared to drink three to four to him, This is ignorance of the rules, and this cannot be tolerated.

  Even if he was willing to endure it, Zhang Xiaolin behind him couldn't bear it, nor could his subordinates.

   "Monkey, Mr. Pang scolded you for not understanding the rules. This is your fault." Cheng Qianfan said, "I have issued repeated orders, and I must treat the suspect with respect. Before the suspect was shot, he was still alive..."

Pang Shui was quite satisfied after hearing this, but the more he listened to it, the more something went wrong. Just when he was about to speak, he saw Cheng Qianfan pointing at him, "Hurry up and ask Mr. Pang , apologize to him."

  …

  Hou Pingliang walked forward with a cold face.

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

   Moreover, he didn't think Hou Pingliang would dare 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 say? ?”

  Rules?

  What rules?

  Oh, yes, this guy Cheng Qianfan said that the living should be respected, not...

  Pang Shui's face suddenly changed.

   Poof!

  After that, he only felt a sudden sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down in disbelief, and saw a dagger stuck in his stomach.

Well!

  Hou Pingliang even stirred the dagger twice.

  Pang Shui couldn't believe that he died like this until he died:

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

   "Report to Vice President Cheng, Mr. Pang has a sudden illness and cannot be treated in time." Hou Pingliang said.

   "Okay, don't hide it 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 in a row, the gun hit Pang Shui's abdomen, "After investigation, Pang Shui was actually the third leader of the Jiang Mule Gang. Facing the righteous arrest of my patrol room, Pang Shui was unable to abscond in fear of crime, stubbornly resisted, and was finally shot dead."

   After finishing speaking, Mr. Cheng opened the safety and put the gun into the holster. He looked around the crowd in the ballroom, "It's bright and bright, in broad daylight."

  A gambler glanced outside the door, the sky was pitch black and full of snowflakes.

  …

   "The important leaders of the Jiang Mule Gang, like Pang Shui, murdered, kidnapped and robbed people, raped women, and openly resisted my patrol house. It is a heinous crime."

   "Pang Shui deserves to die."

   "What happened today, you all saw it with your own eyes and witnessed it with your own ears."

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

  He had a smile like a warm spring breeze on his face, "Who has any different opinions?"

   There was a dead silence in the hall at first.

  Then, one of Pang Shui's subordinates seemed to have just reacted at this time, and shouted in horror, "You killed Pang Sanye, and you killed Pang Sanye!"

   Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

  Lv Hu, Lu Jiufan, and Hou Pingliang shot at almost the same time, and this young man from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association was almost beaten into a sieve.

   "Very good." Mr. Cheng glanced at the corpse on the ground and nodded in satisfaction, "This little brother has no objections now."

  He glanced around the crowd again, "Anyone else object?"

"No."

"No."

  Everyone trembled tremblingly, and soon there was that clever shout, "Pang Shui, the Jiang Mule gangster, deserves to die"!

   Then someone shouted more cleverly, ‘Thank you Mr. Cheng for killing Pang Bandit and saving my life. '

  Some people even cried bitterly with excitement.

   "Very good." President Xiao Cheng nodded, "You are all sensible people, you should know that telling lies and retracting a confession is a very serious crime, and you will die."

  Some people nodded, some shook their heads in horror.

   "No way."

   "I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Cheng is our reborn parent."

   "Very good." Cheng Qianfan clasped his fists, "On behalf of the patrol room, Cheng thanked you all for your strong support."

  Everyone was about to cry, not even daring to speak.

   "Next, stand up when the name is read." Big Tou Lu stood up, cleared his throat, took out a piece of paper from his body, and said.

  Everyone panicked again.

"Don't panic." Mr. Xiao Cheng explained in a considerate manner, "Except for Pang Shui's accomplices, most of the people on the list are people implicated by Pang Shui. , you can find someone to bail and go home.”

  Everyone was inexplicably relieved.

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

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

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   People live in Weihai, this is really a good place, the air is good, the people are nice, and the people of Shandong are very warm.

   It was raining heavily today, and we saw Weihai in the rain.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)