Hua Ting was really bored during the past few days of confinement, so she hid outside the study and eavesdropped on the conversation between the old man and the so-called distinguished guests.
After a few days of eavesdropping, I finally got a rough understanding of this old man.
She knew that this old man was not a good person.
He was the leader of the four gangster tycoons in Shanghai.
He was good at coordinating the relationship between the various gangs in the underworld.
He not only worked in the black and white circles, but also worked in the business, military and political circles.
He also sold opium and opened gambling tables.
Although he was a well-known figure in this turbulent era, respected by tens of thousands of people, and his reputation was no less than that of Feng Jingyao in Shanghai, Hua Ting did not take it seriously and even looked down on him.
In Hua Ting's eyes, This man who was called "Hongye" and is now her "father" is actually an out-and-out traitor, because he not only has an unusual and mutually beneficial relationship with Japanese officials, but also uses He uses the money earned from illegal activities such as opium and gambling to win over all kinds of ghosts and monsters in society.
He is cunning and cunning, and is good at buying people's hearts.
Many people in the business world still look up to him.
The mansion where Hua Ting currently lives is the "White Mansion" in the French Concession in Luwan District.
His name is Bai Qihong, a layman, rich, powerful and powerful, and many people line up to flatter him.
Hua Ting sneered.
She had seen too many men with hypocritical smiles and doggy faces come out of his study in the past few days, so forget it.
The old man also sent away one after another wearing dark green with a smile on his face.
Japanese officials in military uniform.
She closed the door with a bang, missing her "Bai Daddy", and kept thinking about how to go back in time.
"Hua Ting."
It was Bai Qihong's voice.
He had already walked outside the door of Hua Ting's room.
"The injury on your head should be almost healed.
Yesterday, I discussed with your Uncle Jian to help you and Jian Yi We made an appointment to meet tomorrow afternoon.”
Who is Jian Yi?
"Don't do what you did last time," his tone turned cold when he said this, "spill coffee on someone's clothes.
Fortunately, Jian also likes you and is willing to ask you to meet again."
Oh, Hua Ting suddenly realized that it was the blind date man that Mrs.
Bai mentioned.
"Did you hear that?"
He knocked on the door.
Hua Ting was overjoyed at the thought of being able to go out, and she repeatedly agreed: "Okay, okay, okay."
"Girls should be more modest."
"Okay okay" Finally it lasted until the afternoon of the next day.
Hua Ting wore a small dress, black leather shoes, and carried a small red leather bag that Madam Bai specially matched for her.
She couldn't wait to get into a black retro Old Jim sedan that is often seen in TV dramas.
Most of what I saw along the way were small bungalows, small cafes, small bars and small hotels that were common in this era.
This area has the most tree-lined avenues and the most old-fashioned garden villas in Shanghai, and is also home to the richest and most powerful tycoons in Shanghai.
Hua Ting was so fascinated that she couldn't even blink.
Today's Shanghai still retains the most charming old-style buildings of this era.
Some dilapidated garden houses have now become popular items worth tens of millions of yuan.
However, the value of the old houses is not only Limited to the scope of money, they are part of the profound historical and cultural heritage.
They make today's Shanghai extraordinarily beautiful and moving.
Hua Ting has felt since she was a child that there has never been a city as beautiful as Shanghai in China.
Thrilling She likes Shanghai.
I also like Shanghai in this era.
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The car stopped at the entrance of a cafe covered with green vines.
Hua Ting jumped out of the car gracelessly and almost stumbled to the ground.
Fortunately, she was nimble and corrected her posture in time.
The melodious sound of piano drifted in the cafe, and every guest here was either a white-collar worker in a suit or a lace dress.
It seems that in this era, just wearing foreign clothes and drinking foreign coffee is a manifestation of class.
At this moment, this sentence popped into my head: Old Shanghai's composition is a kind of accent.
In fact, in the final analysis, although old Shanghai is beautiful, it is also full of problems.
Those wealthy ladies who bend their waists to go to the theater are humming Western tunes that are out of tune.
They drink and drink that ordinary people spend a month's wages to buy.
Fantastic English black tea with Napoleon cake, all we talked about was how handsome and intoxicating some young men from a certain family were.
There are also those men who hang out in casinos every day and night, wearing vests and smoking cigars.
They wear suits, gold watches and big backs, spend money like water, and have mountains of chips.
They think they have a good accent and noble taste, but in fact they are nothing like the indiscriminate gamblers on the streets. respectively.
Zuo Hua Ting silently took a sip in her heart.
The man in the corner seat by the window smiled and raised his hand at her.
He is Jian Yiba.
He has handsome features and dark hair.
He doesn't seem to be annoying, especially when he smiles, he has a dimple on one side.
Why was coffee poured on me?
Suit, shirt and black tie, a typical gentleman's attire.
Although there is nothing new, it is not annoying to look at.
"I've ordered cappuccino for you."
Jian Yi's eyes were full of smiles when he looked at her.
Hua Ting raised her eyebrows, "When did I say I wanted to drink cappuccino?"
"Uh" The other party was obviously stunned for a moment.
Hua Ting raised her hand and called the waiter, "Latte, thank you."
Jian Yi was slightly surprised, "Didn't Miss Bai say she would only drink cappuccino from this store last time?"
"Really?
I forgot."
Hua Ting replied casually.
Although she didn't understand, Jian Yi still raised one corner of her mouth and asked with a smile: "Is your head injury healed?"
"Of course, otherwise why would I come out to meet you."
Hua Ting really couldn't figure out why this man named Jian Yi had a pleasant face, and it was obvious that he came from a good and well-educated family, so why did he get poured coffee?
"I thought you wouldn't agree to this date."
There seemed to be surprise in his eyes.
Hua Ting laughed: "To tell you the truth, I'm just too bored at home."
She picked up the coffee cup in front of her and gave him a naughty smile, "It's not because of you."
"Ha" he was surprised again.
"I've poured coffee on you.
You know what I mean.
How could you want to have a second contact with you?"
Hua Ting spoke directly.
She also wanted to see how this person named Jian Yi would respond.
As if he knew Hua Ting's temperament, he was not angry.
He shrugged, took a sip of coffee, and leaned back lazily in his chair, "It doesn't matter, do whatever makes you happy."
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Half of his face melted into the sunlight, and the corners of his curved eyes revealed a hint of ruffianism that was hard to detect.
If you look closely, you could see that there was something romantic about him.
This man probably fell in love with Hua Ting at first sight, so he was so good-tempered towards her.
She thought of Ding Yaoyi when she fell in love at first sight.
I don’t know how Ding Yaoyi is doing now.
He and Bai’s father are probably going to be very anxious about her disappearance for no reason.
Thinking of this, Hua Ting sighed, "I'm going to the bathroom."
The toilet is on the second floor of the cafe.
Hua Ting had just walked up the stairs of less than 10 floors when five or six big men came running towards her in a hurry.
They were fierce and fierce, and they hit her hard several times when they passed her.
The strength on his shoulder was quite strong, and he didn't even apologize.
Hua Ting was a little annoyed and quickened her pace to keep up.
The leader, a burly man, rushed into a private room at the corner of the stairs.
Without saying a word, he hit the long square table covered with white cloth in the center of the private room with his palm.
The cup on the table swayed with his movements.
More than ten people stood up, and a tense atmosphere instantly spread in this small space.
Hua Ting was curious and hid by the door to peek.
"Okay, Cai Bingrong killed more than ten of my brothers, I will settle the debt with you now."
The big man pointed to a man sitting at the end of the long table wearing a black felt hat and a pair of round sunglasses on his face.
Although I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel the intimidating momentum.
He clearly won over the big man.
"If I don't kill you today, your surname will not be Lin."
The big man grabbed the teacup at hand and threw it hard.
The ground was smashed to pieces.
This man named Cai Bingrong seemed to be about the same age as her "father" Bai Qihong.
He must have been through great storms.
At this moment, facing five or six knives, he didn't seem to panic at all.
He just said calmly: " You tampered with my goods, and you dare to come here to settle accounts with me."
A small beard on his chin trembled slightly with his sneer, "I'm afraid you haven't figured out who should settle whom's accounts. " "Stop talking nonsense."
The big man rushed forward, "I will avenge my brothers today."
This pounce was like a signal to start a battle, and the two parties fought fiercely with a desperate posture.
It was the first time for Hua Ting to see a gang fight in a TV series.
She didn't know how to leave for a moment, and she watched with excitement.
The big man had two brushes on his head.
He defeated several of Cai Bingrong's men with flying fists and kicks.
Then he leaped horizontally and kicked over a man in black who was about to attack him from the side.
The big man's moves were fierce and his fists and kicks were powerful.
He had the upper hand as soon as the battle began, but the man named Cai Bingrong still sat there with a calm expression on his face, unaffected by the lights and shadows of swords around him.
However, the brothers beside the big man were not as aggressive as him.
Three of them had been knocked to the ground, and two of Cai Bingrong's men were pointing guns at their heads.
The big man took out a black gun from the back of his trousers and jumped on From the long table, he flew to Cai Bingrong's side in a few steps.
Everyone stopped moving.
The dark muzzle of the gun was aimed squarely at Cai Bingrong's head.
Cai Bingrong was so calm that he didn't even bother to move his eyebrows.
The big man glanced around the surrounding situation and said loudly: "Put down the gun if you have sense."
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Cai Bingrong's men looked at each other in confusion.
"Did you hear that?"
The big man's gun moved closer to Cai Bingrong's head.
Then several men in black put down their guns obediently.
The big man continued to shout with a ferocious expression: "Kick the gun away" The man in black did as he was told.
One of them with colder eyes had already noticed Hua Ting who had been hiding by the door watching the show from the beginning.
He just tried his luck and kicked the gun far away, and calculated the distance accurately.
The gun body slid accurately along the smooth marble floor to Hua Ting's feet.
Hua Ting was startled for a moment, then subconsciously bent down to pick it up.
Everyone in the private room looked at the young woman wearing a small dress outside the door in surprise. who is she Everyone turned their attention to her.
Hua Ting picked up the gun and held it skillfully in her hand.
While everyone was surprised by her appearance, she keenly observed that the big man next to Cai Bingrong was cunningly pulling the gun safety.
Without any hesitation, Hua Ting raised her left hand and fired one step ahead of him.
The whistling bullet, with the temperature of flame, instantly hit the right wrist that was about to pull the trigger.
The big man screamed.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The force of the bullet fired at close range almost tore off his entire wrist.
The big man's gun fell to the ground.
Cai Bingrong's men saw this and took the opportunity to capture him.
"Gouri", the big man kept shouting curse words.
He covered his injured hand, raised his head and looked at Hua Ting with a ferocious expression.
Hua Ting didn't know the whole story.
In order not to kill anyone, the shot she fired deliberately avoided the vital point.
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