Qianmen Railway Station is opposite the Zhengyangmen City Gate Tower and Arrow Tower.
To the west of the Arrow Tower is Zhengyangmen West Station, the starting station of the Beijing-Hankow Line.
Zhengyangmen Square, sandwiched between the two train stations, is very lively.
There was a lot of traffic, foreign carts, mules, carts and pedestrians going back and forth.
The setting sun gave the majestic figure of the arrow tower a layer of gold.
Chen Zikun stared blankly at this magnificent building, seeming to be overwhelmed by its majesty.
"What the fuck, this is the legendary capital."
Chen Zikun took out a crumpled piece of paper from his old sheepskin coat and looked around, looking for someone to ask how to get to the address on the paper.
His eyes were attracted by the scene in the duty room next to the exit, and he could no longer move away.
In the room, a young orderly in a blue-gray military uniform was disassembling and assembling a pistol.
This is a large mirrored box made by Dagu Shipbuilding.
It has exquisite craftsmanship.
The whole gun does not use any pins.
It depends entirely on the tight meshing of the parts.
The quality is comparable to the original goods from Mauser in Germany.
You can get it without 200 yuan outside the customs. came down, but after the orderly dismantled the large mirror, wiped it clean and reinstalled it, there was still a bronze columnar part lying alone on the table.
The orderly was sweating in a hurry.
There was also a British double-buckle wide leather officer's belt and a brown leather holster on the table, which had been polished by chicken oil.
It seemed that this soldier was helping the commander to clean up the housework.
I took the gun apart by the way but couldn't put it back on.
"I'll do it."
Chen Zikun, who couldn't hold himself back for a long time, pushed the door in and took the gun in his hand without saying a word.
The orderly was stunned and at a loss what to do for a moment.
He saw the uninvited guest's hands flying, and in an instant he tore the large mirror into pieces.
Stacking parts, stuffing the cylindrical parts on the table into a spring, and then quickly assembling the pile of parts into a gun, continuously raising the hammer and pulling the trigger, the high-quality metal parts with large mirrors collided with each other, making a crisp clanging sound.
"Brother, that's the spring tip of the hammer.
Don't forget it next time."
Chen Zikun turned the large mirror on his finger a few times and reluctantly handed it to him while holding the barrel of the gun upside down.
The orderly took the big mirror stupidly, and just as he was about to speak, the man had already strode away.
"What a fool, I told you so many times to keep a low profile, but you just can't help but show off."
Chen Zikun walked quickly, for fear that the orderly would catch up.
Someone who can play with a gun so well is not a soldier who only eats food.
They are bandits, and his moral character is definitely not the former.
It is no joke to expose himself in a place like the capital where military and police gather.
As he was walking forward, a low voice came from behind, "Hey, big man, be careful, Ma San'er and the others are going to trouble you."
Looking back, he saw a thin boy squatting on the ground picking up cigarette butts, raising his head slightly There was a line of clear snot hanging from his face, his hands were covered with frostbite, and there was already half a can of cigarette butts in the tin can he was holding.
Chen Zikun glanced at him with thanks, but did not run away.
Instead, he walked towards an alley next to the station.
Several guys following him from a distance looked at each other and followed him.
There was no one in the alley, so Chen Zikun threw his bedroll and sack on the ground.
The sack fell on the frozen ground, making a clanking sound, worth at least dozens of dollars.
"Brothers, let's show up.
Don't hide it, it's boring."
Chen Zikun moved his hands and feet and was doing warm-up exercises.
Four black figures appeared swayingly, led by a fat black man with a sinewy face and a charlatan air.
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"Boy, you're going to challenge me.
You have to abide by my rules when you're on Master Ma's property.
You ruined my brother's business today, so tell me."
The fat black man hangs around Qianmen Railway Station and is well-informed.
Judging from the young man's demeanor, he knew he was a charlatan, so he tested him with words first.
Chen Zikun pointed at the sack on the ground: "Stop talking nonsense, practice if you don't accept it, and if you beat me, the fifty yuan in cash will be yours.
If you can't beat me, get out of here as soon as possible."
As soon as these words came out, Ma Sanye was furious and waved his hand: "Pihou, come on."
Pihou was the white-faced man who stole the bag just now.
He spat into the palm of his hand and walked up to the young man aggressively.
When he saw that the man was a head taller than him, he suddenly became timid again and came back dejectedly to face the fat man.
Said: "Third Master, please lend me a favor."
The third master took out a sharp knife and threw it at him.
Pihou took the knife and was very courageous.
However, he saw the boy opposite him pull out a sharp single-edged long knife from an old sheepskin coat.
It was a foot and a half long.
The blade was long and narrow, with a blood groove.
It was very deep, and there was a cold light shining under the moonlight.
The long knife was dexterously turned in his hand.
It seemed that he was an expert in using knives.
Pihou was dumbfounded again, and Mr.
Ma also frowned.
They were pickpockets from the train station.
It was okay to bully honest foreign tourists who were unfamiliar with the place.
But if they really encountered a problem, they could only go around.
But today, they actually fell into a trap.
In the hands of a beggar-like guy, this breath is really hard to swallow.
When he was riding a tiger and was unable to get off, suddenly a shout came from a distance: "The patrol is coming."
Ma Sanye and others got off the donkey, cupped his hands and said, "Boy, don't get into my hands next time.
We will meet again later."
After saying this, they greased the soles of their feet.
Chen Zikun picked up the satin bag, looked at their backs with contempt and snorted.
The boy who just picked up the cigarette butts ran out from the darkness and raised his thumb: "Big man, you are really good, one against four."
"The patrolman didn't come."
Chen Zikun looked behind the boy, suddenly realized, and said solemnly: "Thank you, brother."
"My name is Xiao Shunzi, and what about you?"
The young man grinned.
"My name is Chen Zikun."
The big self-ringing bell on the clock tower of Zhengyangmen East Station rang, and the buzzing sound overwhelmed Xiao Shunzi's voice.
"Big Chen, where are you from?"
"What" "Let me ask you, where are you from?"
Xiao Shunzi approached Chen Zikun and asked loudly.
"I came to Beijing from Fengtian to visit my relatives."
"Where are your relatives?
I'll take you there."
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Xiao Shunzi volunteered.
Chen Zikun took out a note and Xiao Shunzi took it.
Fortunately, he actually recognized most of the words on it.
"Chen Yongren, shopkeeper of North and South Goods, No. 13, No. 13, Dong'an Market, hello, unfortunately, Dong'an Market is closed at this hour, and you can't find it if you go there.
Why don't you find a place to stay, have a meal, and then go visit your relatives tomorrow?
"When Xiao Shunzi said this, his eyes flickered.
"Okay."
Chen Zikun said.
Xiao Shunzi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily: "Okay, what do you want to eat, old tofu or braised and roasted?"
Chen Zikun asked: "Which one is delicious?"
"They're all delicious."
Xiao Shunzi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Then eat them all."
"Okay, I'll take you there."
It was getting dark slowly, and the gas lamps on the roadside came on one after another.
The two of them walked along Zhengyangmenwai Street and chatted.
"Chen, what's the origin of your dagger?"
"That's not a dagger, it's a bayonet.
The bayonet on the little Japanese golden hook gun has seen blood."
"Ah, you have killed someone" "No, I'm a business apprentice, and I brought this thing for self-defense."
Chen Zikun felt a little guilty and quickly covered it up.
"Oh, I was shocked, I thought you were" "What is it?"
Chen Zikun held the handle of the knife warily
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