The eldest son of the Jin family was holding the bottle of wine, with a somewhat ugly expression on his face.
Facing so many pairs of eyes in the Paramount that looked like they were watching a show, he was already embarrassed, but it was neither right nor wrong to leave now.
Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, Cai Bingrong stood up on the sofa.
The eldest son of the Jin family frowned, blaming his bad luck for meeting Cai Bingrong this time.
What made him even more unexpected was that Cai Bingrong would actually fight with him for a woman like Zhao Yiran.
It seemed that he underestimated Zhao Yiran's status in Paramount was revealed.
"Forget it, Mr.
Jin," Cai Bingrong's laughter seemed a bit hoarse, perhaps because he drank too much wine, "I'll treat your father to tea another day."
It sounds like Cai Bingrong has some connections with the Jin family.
Looking at the guns in the hands of the two men, they should also belong to Cai Bingrong.
It was precisely because of Cai Bingrong's words that the matter ended successfully.
If she had known this, Hua Ting couldn't help but roll her eyes at the ceiling.
They didn't have to worry so much.
They had been arguing with Young Master Jin for so long.
It was a waste of energy and time.
The eldest son of the Jin family left angrily.
Hua Ting felt sleepy and covered her mouth and yawned.
"Mr.
Cai, thank you."
Zhao Yiran smiled warmly and generously.
His eyes fell on Hua Ting's face.
"Thank you too."
There was a playful look in his eyes.
"Little girl."
"Scared" Hua Ting felt a little embarrassed, "You saw it."
Cai Bingrong laughed loudly: "The way the daughter of the Bai family holds the gun is indeed different from others."
Zhao Yiran looked stunned.
His eyes couldn't help but linger on Hua Ting's face for a while.
Hua Ting, who returned to the depths of the alley, retrieved the clothes she had hidden in the trash, then hid behind a small truck and changed her clothes, stuffed the gun back into her bag, and shook off all her clothes.
The smell of garbage stunk, and he stepped awkwardly on the small wedge-heeled lace shoes as he got into Cai Bingrong's khaki car.
It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and Hua Ting had a heavy look of sleepiness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Passing by a fairly lively late-night snack stall, she just took a casual look and unexpectedly caught Zhao Yiran, who was smiling at a bowl of wonton noodles that had just been served under the street lamp next to the wall.
He had changed into a plain outfit and was talking intimately to the inspector sitting next to him.
Even in plain clothes, Zhao Yiran is still the most beautiful in the crowd.
Her beauty is like the clouds in the morning mist, looming and particularly moving.
Judging from the way the two of them sit and talk, it's obviously not their first date.
The inspector skillfully added three spoons of vinegar to Zhao Yiran's wonton noodles and poured some chili pepper.
He didn't add anything to his own bowl and just ate it with clear soup.
No wonder he withdrew so quickly just now.
It turned out that he had a secret appointment with the beautiful woman.
Cai Bingrong, who was in the front seat, looked away calmly and asked the driver to speed up the driving.
An idea suddenly popped into Hua Ting's mind.
If the inspector is her great-grandfather, then isn't Zhao Yiran her great-grandmother?
As Hua Ting expected, the Bai Mansion was still brightly lit at 3 a.m.
Bai Qihong is not here.
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Madam Bai is the only one sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor.
It is rare for her to have a deep frown.
In the past, she always had a gentle look with a light smile on her lips.
Now she heard the movement of her precious daughter.
He was not as excited and nervous as usual.
He just cursed a few words accusingly, and it was obvious that his mind was not on Hua Ting.
Presumably at this point, Bai Qihong's warehouse, oh no, it was opium.
That batch of opium had probably been burned to pieces.
Hua Ting was in a good mood.
She threw away the small leather bag in her hand and was about to go upstairs to take a hot bath and then go to bed.
However, she saw Mrs.
Bai on the sofa with a lost look on her face.
Thinking about it, Mrs.
Bai was the only one in the Bai family on weekdays.
She has the most care and pocket money.
No matter how much her "father" and the Japanese work together, it has nothing to do with Mrs.
Bai after all.
After all, Hua Ting has stayed in the Bai family for so long, and she still has a certain understanding of Mrs.
Bai's personality.
Mrs.
Bai is a typical Shanghai virtuous wife.
She has been doing what a Shanghai young woman should do in the Bai family for many years.
As part of her duty, she never asked anything about Bai Qihong's official affairs and never talked too much.
Therefore, Hua Ting would not involve her hatred for Bai Qihong to Mrs.
Bai under any circumstances.
Mrs.
Bai on the sofa resisted her sleepiness, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.
"What's wrong?"
Hua Ting retracted the foot that had just stepped onto the steps and turned towards Mrs.
Bai.
I'm still not used to adding the sound "Mom" before sentences.
Mrs.
Bai has a simple temperament, and her emotions and sorrows are all expressed on her face.
At this moment, she holds her forehead and her eyes are darkening little by little.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Even if Bai Qihong's warehouse was burned down, she wouldn't need to be so sad.
Mrs.
Bai rubbed her forehead, looking extremely tired.
"I have never seen your father lose such a big temper."
This is what Mrs.
Bai is concerned about.
"Why are you angry?"
Hua Ting asked knowingly.
"I don't know."
Madam Bai shook her head, her voice weak, "It seems there is something wrong with the warehouse over at Shiliupu."
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"Oh, I just lost a batch of goods."
Although the quantity of the goods was quite large.
Hua Ting suddenly realized that she had let something slip.
Fortunately, Mrs.
Bai was secretly feeling hurt and had no time to pay attention to her words.
"I guess he won't come back until dawn, so you should go back to your room and sleep first."
Hua Ting was really sleepy and was about to go upstairs.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Mrs.
Bai poured out the half-cooled cup of coffee in her hand to cheer herself up, stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "otherwise your father wouldn't be so angry."
“It’s not that simple, what else happened?”
Mrs.
Bai refilled the pot of water and leaned slightly against the refrigerator while the water was boiling.
She looked like she needed sleep more than Hua Ting, but she was still thinking about Bai Qihong, "Doctor Chang just came today."
Your father hurried to the warehouse.
He sighed before he finished speaking.
"Dr.
Chang, what's wrong with Bai Qi's father?"
He almost called him Bai Qihong in front of Mrs.
Bai.
"It was said that a Japanese official who was dining with your father at the Juxintang Teahouse was shot dead."
"Shoot him to death."
Hua Ting's face condensed slightly, "It's in Juxintang."
"Um."
"Kill with one shot" "Not sure."
According to the location of Bai Qihong's box, if he is killed with one shot, there are three best shooting points nearby.
One is the opposite corridor 50 meters away from the box, and there are two corners on the left and right of the corridor.
As long as he stands From these three directions, one can clearly see the situation in the box and the location of the two Japanese officials.
But it would be different if the murderer used a sniper rifle.
The maximum range of an ordinary sniper rifle can reach eight thousand meters, but the flowers in the private room of Juxintang know that the doors and windows of every room are Facing the inner corridor of Juxintang, the other side is a thick cement wall, so the possibility that the murderer is in a building opposite the teahouse is ruled out.
Then, it is only indoors.
Which hero dared to shoot Japanese officials on Bai Qihong's territory?
To be continued n130418: