Yao Yilei had never seen her father lose such a temper since she was a child.
She was stunned and stood there stupidly, tears slowly flowing from her eyes.
When Yao Cichang saw his daughter's pitiful look, he was immediately discouraged.
He sat slumped on a chair, picked up a cigarette, and even struck a match several times without lighting it.
He simply crushed the cigarette and threw it aside, saying hoarsely.
The voice said: "Leilei, I don't need to tell you about the current situation.
The Qingdao issue has spread across the country.
Tianjin, Hankou, and Shanghai are all going on strike from classes and markets to protest against the government, boycott Japanese goods, and demand the punishment of national traitors."
Yao Yilei moved her lips, but finally remained silent.
Chief Yao smiled bitterly: "Leilei, I know what you want to say.
In your heart, Daddy is as heavenly as existence.
But now the situation is different.
There will be no intact eggs when the nest is overturned, let alone Daddy. , even Cao Rulin has to resign to thank the people of the country.
Dad is a core figure of the pro-Japanese faction, so he cannot stay out of it.
Our Yao family is afraid that it will be in ruins. " Yao Yilei still didn't say anything.
She was a girl and was not too interested in family business.
In her mind, as long as she could live in a big villa, have a car, a servant at home, and money to reward her when she went out, that would be enough. , it doesn’t matter whether his father should be the deputy minister or bank president.
Chief Yao said earnestly: "It's a troubled time.
Daddy doesn't ask you to make any contribution to the family, as long as you don't cause trouble.
But look at all the people you know.
They killed five people in Beijing in broad daylight."
He was a Japanese.
Fortunately, his body was not found.
Found it, and Xu Shuzheng was helping to take care of it.
If the Japanese embassy knew that this matter was related to our Yao family, then our whole family would have no way out.
Maybe even my life and your mother's life would not be saved.
Our death would be nothing. , but who will take care of you?"
Only then did Yao Yilei realize that she was afraid.
If she brought disaster to her family and harmed her father and mother because of her own will, then what would be the point of living?
Thinking of this, tears rolled down her face.
"Daddy, I know I was wrong, I will do it tomorrow."
Yao Yilei cried so hard that the pear blossoms were filled with rain.
"Good boy."
Chief Yao smiled happily.
Early the next morning, Jiang Zhiqing returned to Dadong Hotel with yawns after playing mahjong all night.
He happened to meet Chen Zikun and Li Yaoting going out.
He greeted them warmly: "Are you having breakfast?
I'll treat them."
The three of them had a meal of steamed buns, pan-fried dumplings and siu mai at a small restaurant near Dadong Hotel.
Chen Zikun asked Jiang Zhiqing: "Brother Jiang, does he know where Shanghai tycoon Li Zhengwu lives?"
Jiang Zhiqing wondered: "What are you asking him for?
He is an old man with a very senior rank in the Qing Gang."
Chen Zikun himself was not sure that he really had a master-disciple relationship with Li Zhengwu, so he could only perfunctoryly say: "A friend in Beijing asked me to send him a message."
Jiang Zhiqing said: "Li Zhengwu lives on Daxi Road in the public concession.
You outsiders don't know the direction, so why don't I take you there."
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Chen Zikun was touched to see him so enthusiastic and thoughtful: "Brother Jiang, thank you very much."
"Don't be polite, we are brothers."
Jiang Zhiqing waved his hand, quite free and easy.
With Jiang Zhiqing leading the way, he soon found Li Mansion on Daxi Road.
It was a walled garden house with a large black iron door tightly closed.
The walls were covered with vines, and the barking of wolves and dogs could be heard vaguely within the walls.
Chen Zikun stepped forward and knocked on the door.
A small window opened on the iron door, revealing a vigilant face.
He looked up and down at the uninvited guest outside the door and asked impatiently: "Who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, is this Mr.
Li Zhengwu's house?
My name is Chen Zikun, yes."
Before he finished speaking, the other party interrupted him and said: "Mr.
Li is not here, please come back another day."
With a "bang" sound, the small iron window closed.
Li Yaoting looked at Jiang Zhiqing, who shrugged, looking helpless.
Chen Zikun continued to knock on the door, unhurriedly and rhythmically.
The small iron window opened again, and the man's voice was already filled with anger: "Tell me, Mr.
Li is not here."
"When will Mr.
Li come back?"
Chen Zikun asked calmly.
"Allah doesn't know."
The small iron window was closed again with a loud sound.
Jiang Zhiqing advised: "Brother Chen, let's go."
Chen Zikun shook his head and raised his hand to knock on the door again, with a leisurely pace.
This time the gatekeeper was really angry.
He opened the big iron door with a bang, and two men with cold looks and stern expressions were standing behind the door holding a wolf dog.
A guy in a long coat cursed: "Little red guy, what are you going to do?"
Chen Zikun said: "I am Mr.
Li's disciple, and I came to visit the old man.
As a gatekeeper, you not only did not inform me, but you also spoke harshly.
I haven't asked you what is the reason for this."
The atmosphere was a little tense.
Jiang Zhiqing and Li Yaoting both advised him: "Forget it, since he's not here, let's come back another day."
Chen Zikun said: "I just can't stand his attitude.
If this continues, the old man's reputation will be ruined by them."
The gatekeeper was furious and was about to call the bodyguard to release the dog.
Suddenly the door of the mansion opened and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked out and asked: "Lao Xia, what's going on?"
The gatekeeper said: "Master, there is a stranger who claims to be the old man's apprentice."
"Oh."
The middle-aged man was very interested.
He came over and looked at Chen Zikun and said, "I don't remember my father ever having a disciple like you."
Chen Zikun had already expected this result.
He replied: "I did worship Mr.
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Li as my teacher.
When the incense hall was opened that day, Yuan Kewen and the second master Yuan were present."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "This is even more impossible.
Although my father and Mr.
Yuan are from the same generation, they have no intersection.
How could he be present when he opened the incense hall to recruit apprentices?"
Chen Zikun said: "Can you let me meet Mr.
Li?"
The middle-aged man said: "My father has returned to his hometown in Ningbo.
I don't know when he will come back."
Chen Zikun had no choice but to say "Sorry" and turned to leave.
The big iron door slowly closed behind him, also closing the door for him to find his roots.
While walking on the road, Chen Zikun was unhappy.
Jiang Zhiqing explained to him, "Don't be angry.
If you come to visit dressed like this, you would have to take hygiene pills in any house."
Li Yaoting said: "What are health pills?"
Jiang Zhiqing smiled and said: "It's just a blank stare.
Shanghainese only recognize clothes but not people.
Especially the servants of these wealthy families have watery eyes.
They can tell the brand of your suit with just a quick glance."
Which tailor shop makes it?
Even the price can be estimated to be close to ten.
If the clothes are shabby, it will be inconvenient to do anything. " Li Yaoting scolded: "Dogs look down on people."
Jiang Zhiqing smiled and said: "Shanghai style is like this.
People on the scene pay attention to having both ends bright.
No matter when and where, their hair and leather shoes must be bright.
No matter whether they have enough to eat or not, a pair of suit pants is always pressed straight under the pillow. " Li Yaoting stretched out his feet: "These are leather shoes too.
I'll go back and wipe them with a rag.
They will still be shiny."
Jiang Zhiqing said: "That's very different.
The rules in Shanghai are that you only wear black leather shoes in winter, white leather shoes in summer, and yellow leather shoes or matching colors in spring and autumn.
If you wear them in the wrong season, even high-end leather shoes will be worn.
It will make you laugh, two brothers, if you want to make a name for yourself in Shanghai, you must have a good outfit. " Chen Zikun and Li Yaoting looked at each other and said in unison: "We have no money."
Jiang Zhiqing patted his chest: "Put it on me.
Let's go and take you to make clothes."
Just go, Jiang Zhiqing led the two of them into the alley, and arrived at a tailor shop.
The shopkeeper warmly welcomed them, offered them coffee, exchanged a few words, and got down to business, selecting styles from the latest international fashion magazines.
"We need pure wool British thin tweed material, British style three-piece headband, single row with three buttons, full feather yarn lining, shoulder pads also need to be made of wool, even custom-made shirts and handkerchiefs, we need the best fabrics."
Jiang Zhiqing said. . .
The shopkeeper immediately asked the boy to take down the fabrics of various colors one by one, look at them from a distance, put them on the shoulders, wrap them around the trouser legs, and measure the sizes after selecting the materials.
When he measured them to Chen Zikun, the shopkeeper praised: "I'm so happy to be making clothes with Mr.
Nong, and I'm also a movie star."
Jiang Zhiqing crossed his legs and said with a smile: "Brother Ala, he is more handsome than a movie star."
After taking measurements and paying a deposit, the three of them left the tailor shop.
Chen Zikun proposed to go to the telegraph office to inform his relatives and friends in Beijing that everything was safe.
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When he arrived at the telegraph office, Chen Zikun first took a telegram to the depot and Xiong Xiling.
After thinking about it, he sent another telegram to Yao Yilei, with only a few words: Don't hang up when you arrive in Shanghai, Kun.
Sending telegrams was not cheap.
Each word cost a little over ten dollars, and three telegrams cost more than ten yuan.
Needless to say, it was Jiang Zhiqing who paid for it.
"Brother Jiang, I can't thank you enough for the expense."
Chen Zikun said.
Jiang Zhiqing said with a smile: "I rely on my parents at home, and my friends when I go out.
There is nothing good about me.
I just like to make friends.
Compared with friends, money is nothing.
It's getting late, let's go drink."
The three of them found a local restaurant, ordered some local dishes with thick oil and red sauce, and a bottle of good Huadiao wine, and talked while eating.
"Do you two have any specific plans?"
Jiang Zhiqing helped them fill a glass of wine and asked with piercing eyes.
Li Yaoting said: "I plan to take root in Shanghai.
I worked as a waiter at the Liuguo Hotel in Beijing.
I might as well stick to my old job."
Chen Zikun said: "I still have two things to do.
Only after these two things are done can I consider other things."
Jiang Zhiqing said: "I can probably help you with anything."
Chen Zikun said: "The first thing is that I want to go to the Jingwu Sect in Shanghai.
The second thing is that I want to find a girl.
Her name is Lin Wenjing.
She is from Fujian.
Her stepmother is from Shanghai and her surname is Mi."
Jiang Zhiqing said: "This first thing is easy to do.
The Jingwu Sect is on Pekel Road on the other side of Zhabei, but its name is Shanghai Jingwu Sports Association.
The leader is Liu Zhensheng, Huo Yuanjia's eldest disciple.
I I am familiar with him and can recommend him, but the second thing is difficult.
Shanghai is such a big place, and trying to find someone is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.”
Chen Zikun said: "Okay, I will go to Jingwu Sports Club to find Liu Zhensheng first."
Just go, Jiang Zhiqing took them all the way to Zhabei and found the Jingwu Sports Club at No. 73 Pekaier Road.
This is a complex of four small Western-style buildings.
There is a large open space in the middle, lined with swords, guns and swords.
Dozens of young people wearing white shirts and black pants lined up in a neat queue, practicing martial arts with a man in his twenties.
The Jingwu Association accepts disciples from outside, and there are receptionists waiting at the door all year round.
They lead Chen Zikun and others past the training ground.
The disciples in the field are buzzing and lively, which is refreshing.
Jiang Zhiqing did know Liu Zhensheng, the head of the Jingwu Sports Association, but they were not as familiar as he boasted.
They were just casual acquaintances.
The two parties sat down in the living room.
Chen Zikun expressed his intention to come and said that his kung fu came from the Jingwu Sect. , but I can’t remember what happened when I was a child.
I hope Liu Zhensheng can help me recall it.
Liu Zhensheng was in his thirties, with fine bones and protruding temples.
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At first glance, he looked like a Lian Jiazi.
He was very happy and directly invited Chen Zikun to talk with him.
After the two sides practiced a few moves, Liu Zhensheng stopped his kung fu and said: "Some time ago, someone from Beijing wrote to inquire about this matter.
I tried your kung fu just now.
It is indeed Mizong Quan, but Mizong Quan."
It is not unique to the Huo family.
Thousands of people practice this skill in Cangzhou, so it is difficult to determine whether you are from Master Huo's disciples."
After saying that, he picked up the tea cup and the apprentice on the side shouted: "See you off" The three of them had to say goodbye and walked out of the gate of Jingwu Sports Club.
Chen Zikun was feeling lost when suddenly a voice called from behind: "Chen Zhen":