Fengyueju is one of the most famous restaurants in Bada Hutong.
Although the laws of the Qing Dynasty clearly stipulate that officials are not allowed to visit brothels, there are definitely not a few people who commit crimes against the wind.
Therefore, the dignitaries in the capital basically all know that there is such a good place.
However, on this New Year's Eve, most of the officials chose to follow the holiday tradition and go home to have a reunion dinner and accompany their wife's yellow-faced woman and the dozen or so concubines.
This undoubtedly made Fengyueju a relatively high-end residence.
The "entertainment venues" are much deserted.
But there was another person who didn’t go home for the reunion dinner, and neither did his soldiers or generals.
That night, in the private room of Tianzihao in Fengyueju, Feng Liuzheng was drinking flower wine with a proud look on his face, and he was holding a disheveled beauty in his arms.
In the corner of the room, another woman was lying on the ground dying.
Her face had been scratched, and there were obvious bruises and scars on her neck and arms.
It was obvious that she had been beaten severely before.
Judging from her appearance at the moment, More air comes out and less air comes in.
But no one paid attention to her at all, not Feng Liu, not the men who were with him, and not even the girls who were drinking flower wine with them even glanced at this sister.
No one is worried about whether she will die here, not even the madam in Fengyueju, because that is the person Feng Liuye wants to deal with, and no one dares to ask more questions.
What kind of person is Feng Liu?
He thinks that he is already a perfect person.
This "complete" does not mean that he will be finished at any time, nor does it mean that he is perfect, but that he has basically completed his life goals and has no pursuits. .
Why he thinks so is actually very simple.
He has money to spend, women to play with, and more than a hundred brothers at his disposal.
More importantly, this kind of life seems to last until the day he dies of old age, because there is no official.
Dare to touch him.
Although he was not a nobleman, he was a well-known figure in the capital.
Even a few first-rank officials knew his name, and he was just short of alerting Brother Guangxu and Lafayette.
If you ask what Feng Liu is capable of, there are not many others.
His greatest ability is blackmail.
He seemed to be born to do this.
If he had been born a few hundred years earlier, he might have been the commander-in-chief of the Jinyiwei.
And it is very simple for him to extort other people's capital.
All the scenes in these eight alleys were behind the scenes.
He, Mr.
Feng Liu, was involved.
He knew exactly which official, which year, month and day, which girl was called, and even the birthmarks on the buttocks of those gentlemen.
He can write down any shape for you.
Whether this matter is serious or not, it is a matter of life style, but whether it is small, it is by no means small.
The Qing Dynasty law stipulates that any official who stays with a prostitute has a sixty-year staff; and he will inevitably be punished by being demoted or even dismissed.
If you lose your official position over something like this, then it won't be worth the loss.
Let's talk about it.
Sixty sticks, even if I give you sixty blows with my bare hands, it's enough.
It's not like officials usually pull someone out and hit him dozens of times.
But if you ask them who dares to go up and try it on their own, those who are close to retirement age, thin and weak, and those who are too drunk and drunk will basically die immediately after reaching sixty.
To sum up, as long as the officials in the capital still have the need to flirt with women, Feng Liu's blackmail business can continue, and all officials, big and small, have to give him three points of favor.
Therefore, if there really is a godfather in the world of ruffians in the capital, it must be Feng Liu.
"Bah, bang, bang," three times, someone knocked on the door outside, and they knocked loudly and urgently.
Feng Liu sneered and put down his wine glass, pushing the woman in his arms away, and his subordinates at the same table followed suit.
"Who are our friends outside the door?"
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Feng Liu knew that the two brothers he arranged at the door must have been knocked down.
"Rowan Atkinson."
Wang Xu reported his official name.
"Well done," Feng Liu said in a low voice, "You guys should be brighter with your moves.
You all say that this white-haired fake foreign devil is very skilled and a tough guy.
Don't embarrass me."
A leader who looked like a leader immediately lowered his voice and replied: "Sixth Master, please don't worry, the kids have been prepared for a long time."
He turned back to the other people in the room and said: "Brothers, bright guy" From daggers and bricks to broadswords and maces, these gangsters are really quite professional.
Except for beer bottles and folding chairs, they have everything that Confucius had in the examination room.
"Master Ai, since you are here, please come in and talk."
Feng Liu said loudly to the door.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
As soon as the person outside the door took a step in, he was knocked to the ground by the big man ambushing beside the door with a sap, followed by a burst of punches, kicks and blunt weapons.
They struck hard, and then stopped when the people on the ground were completely motionless.
Wang Xu sighed loudly outside the door: "Why bother?
You are not one of our own."
The corners of Feng Liu's mouth twitched twice instinctively.
Only then did the people in the room see someone outside the door, sitting on the armrest of the corridor on the second floor eating melon seeds.
The man they just beat was actually the brother who was guarding the door. .
"What do you losers do for a living?
You should use your best moves so that no one knows."
Feng Liu banged the table and cursed loudly.
Wang Xu smiled, took two steps forward, stepped over the half-dead guy at the door and entered the room: "Feng Liu, I'm here to talk to you today, not to fight."
"How dare you, kid, talk to me like this to Mr.
Liu?"
"Wait a minute."
Feng Liuhe stopped his men and said to Wang Xu with a sullen face: "I'll make Master Ai laugh.
In that case, please sit down."
Naturally, Wang Xu would not be polite to him.
As soon as he sat down, he picked up his chopsticks and ate haise.
From the looks of it, he didn't look like he was here to negotiate, but more like a professional job seeker.
"Master Ai, I'm here today.
I wonder if I have any advice?"
Wang Xu spit out a piece of chicken bone, and his busy mouth only had time to squeeze out two words: "Lu Quan."
Then he continued to eat vegetables.
"Huh?"
Feng Liu snorted coldly: "What's wrong, Master Ai, are you trying to stand up for that loser?
I think you've already taken advantage of him.
Have you seen that stinky bitch over there?"
He pointed to the woman in the corner of the room: "Even if I'm tired of playing with him, no one can touch him.
No one from the Sixth Department dares to touch him.
What the hell is Lu Quan?
I'm keeping him alive just to save your face, Master Ai."
Wang Xu took a sip of tea: "The reason you spared his life is not to give me face, but to make him come to me.
Because you recently heard that a godfather like me appeared in the capital, and you want to touch him."
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Find out my background, or you want to give me some clues, let me know that you are the boss in this capital, so you are here tonight with a group of brothers, waiting for me to fall into the trap. " "Hello" Feng Liu slapped the table again: "Master Liu, I like to talk to smart people.
Since you have made it clear, I will give you two ways.
First, when you see me in the future, call me Master , let your subordinates in the church understand who is this."
After saying this, he raised his thumb and stared at Wang Xu sideways.
Wang Xu yawned and continued eating.
Feng Liu continued: "As for this second way?"
"Dead end."
Wang Xu spoke for him.
Feng Liu laughed again: "You are such a sensible person, I like it, hahahaha."
Wang Xu sighed: "Feng Liu, you have never thought about why I come here to attend the meeting alone since I understand everything."
Feng Liu's expression changed slightly.
He didn't speak, but just gave a signal to his men with his eyes.
The thugs in the room once again clenched the weapons in their hands.
Wang Xu added: "How about this?
I'll give you two options now.
First, call me godfather.
We will be friends from now on.
When you ask me for help, I will help you."
Before he finished speaking, the thugs all rose up, waving their weapons, completely surrounding Wang Xu, and several knives were placed on his neck.
"Wait."
Feng Liu raised his hand to signal them to stop: "I want to hear the second way he gave me."
Wang Xu said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you.
The second option is for you, Feng Liu, to disappear from this capital."
Feng Liu's face darkened, and he said sinisterly: "Then which path do you think I will choose?"
Wang Xu smiled and said: "I think it's the first one, I'll give you a reason you can't refuse":