This middle-aged man is none other than Zhang Xiaolin, one of the three tycoons in Shanghai along with Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng.
The three tycoons are all members of the Youth Gang and sworn brothers.
They jointly opened a Sanxin company and monopolized the opium business in Shanghai.
They made money every day and took both black and white.
They were the most popular figures in Shanghai.
A pale man got out of the car right after Zhang Xiaolin.
His left arm was hanging around his neck and his palm was gone.
He was obviously one of the protagonists of the tea talk this time.
A group of big men in black walked into the Jubao Tea House and shouted loudly: "Boss Zhang is having a tea talk, and the rest of the crowd are staying away."
The tea guests stood up and left one after another.
Everyone was extremely regretful that they could not watch such a good show.
The place was being cleared below.
Of course Chen Zikun heard it.
He leaned on the railing and looked downstairs.
He saw two rows of big men in black shirts standing with their arms akimbo.
Then Zhang Xiaolin shook off the folding fan and walked into the tea house with square steps.
When he entered, he clearly felt the coming from the crowd.
The gaze above was threatening.
Looking up, four gazes collided with lightning in the air.
"This man is not simple."
Chen Zikun was secretly surprised.
Zhang Xiaolin's eyes were very familiar to him.
He was basically a combination of Xia Dalong and Gai Longquan, but he was more courageous than Xia Dalong and more vicious than Gai Longquan.
How can a character who can stand out in this place in Shanghai be just an ordinary person?
Zhang Xiaolin is the most fiery-tempered among the three tycoons, and also the most courageous.
He has been around for many years, he has met countless people, and he has ruthless attacks.
He has seen many people in the world who have won great accolades as soon as they debuted, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Chen Zikun.
He originally thought that the person who chopped off the mangy head's hand was a young man full of hostility, but he couldn't see a trace of hostility in Chen Zikun, which was really strange.
The boss of Jubao Teahouse personally greeted him at the door.
He nodded and bowed and accompanied Zhang Xiaolin in, and went upstairs step by step.
Li Yaoting also hurriedly went out, talking politely.
Boss Zhang was longer than Boss Zhang, but Chen Zikun remained calm and still sat at the table.
Shake the folding fan gently.
Zhang Xiaolin entered the private room, and Chen Zikun stood up and handed over his hands: "Boss Zhang, you are polite."
"General Chen, you're welcome."
Zhang Xiaolin lifted the hem of his gown and sat down with a golden sword.
A master wearing sunglasses stood next to him.
Four sturdy men lined up behind him, wearing a black silk coat with a copper head underneath.
There were two pistols stuck on a palm-wide cowhide belt.
In terms of momentum, it was no weaker than the four guards behind Chen Zikun.
"Where will General Chen be promoted?"
Zhang Xiaolin asked.
"Brother is the envoy of the Jiangbei Protectorate, guarding the northern part of Jiangdong Province."
Chen Zikun answered calmly.
"Oh, I thought it was from the Songhu Protector's Office."
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Zhang Xiaolin smiled but suddenly changed the topic: "Since you are not an officer in Zhejiang Province, why did you come to Shanghai Beach and act so wild?"
You’ve never heard of the saying “Stop the local snake” Chen Zikun smiled and shook his folding fan slowly: "Who stipulates that soldiers from Jiangdong Province cannot enter Shanghai?
Dare I ask Boss Zhang whether you are a civilian official of the Shanghai Municipal Government or a general of the Songhu Military Envoy Office, or else a bureau of the Ministry of Industry I guess you are not a director of the company, so come take care of me if you are too busy."
The big men behind Zhang Xiaolin were already full of anger, but Boss Zhang smiled, with an old face smiling like a chrysanthemum: "Oh, the young people are scary, I haven't seen such fierce young people in several years, smash my casino, chop me It’s just a person who dares to sneer in person.
It’s interesting.
Agui, I remember that there was someone who acted like this last time.
What happened in the end?”
The sunglasses master bowed and said: "Boss, that little red guy was stuffed into a lime sack and thrown into the Huangpu River."
Chen Zikun said tit for tat: "Boss Zhang, you are scaring me."
Zhang Xiaolin closed the folding fan with a clatter, his face extremely cold: "Jiangbei people, I'm going to scare you today."
"Oh, please don't bother me.
Why did we start arguing while we were talking?
Boss Zhang, it's all my fault.
You drink some tea to calm down.
Even if you give me face, can't we wait until Boss Huang comes to talk?"
The smell of gunpowder smoke became thicker in the air, and Li Yaoting quickly smoothed things over.
"Little bastard, you are the oldest one, and you are worthy of me giving you face."
Zhang Xiaolin scolded him at the beginning of his mouth, showing no mercy to him.
Li Yaoting's face turned blue and white.
He murmured for a while and said: "Boss Zhang, I am a low-ranking brother, so you don't have to give me face, but my brother is not low-ranking, so don't try to bully him.
He has seen everything in the world." ” Zhang Xiaolin sneered: "Really?
Is General Chen also a member of the Youth Gang?"
Chen Zikun said calmly: "My old man is Li Zhengwu, my adoptive father is Chen Qimei, and my master is Huo Yuanjia.
I am half Shanghainese, so Boss Zhang, don't treat me like a countryman."
Zhang Xiaolin's mouth twitched.
He never expected that the other party had such a big background.
Li Zhengwu was a big figure in the Qing Gang, and there were only a dozen or so people in Shanghai.
They were all ancestral figures who had retired for many years.
In this way, Chen Zikun He is a Tongzi generation, the same generation as himself, and he is also Chen Qimei's adopted son and Huo Yuanjia's apprentice, which means he has the support of the Revolutionary Party and the Jingwu Association.
This guy should not be underestimated, no wonder he is so arrogant.
However, if you think about it carefully, these names can only scare laymen.
Li Zhengwu is old enough, but he has no involvement in the world and has moved to Tianjin, so there is no hope.
Chen Qimei is an old Huang Li who has been dead for ten years.
The characters and romance have long been blown away by the rain and wind.
Huo Yuanjia has also been dead for many years, and the Jingwu Association has declined and is far from what it was before.
In terms of strength, no one in Shanghai can compare with Sanxin Company.
"It turns out we are still brothers, so let's talk more.
My brother's hand was chopped off by you.
Please give me an explanation."
Zhang Xiaolin's tone was slightly gentler, and he crossed his legs to drink tea.
The maniac came over and stared at Chen Zikun with his eyes.
The front end of his hanging left arm began to ooze blood again.
Chen Zikun said: "What explanation?
I have already given you an explanation.
If he chops off my brother's fingers, I will chop off his hand.
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We should reciprocate and the account has been settled."
Zhang Xiaolin was slightly angry, squeezed the teacup tightly and said, "Then you don't want to talk anymore."
Li Yaoting knew that he was going to do something bad, and he didn't care about his low status.
He quickly advised: "If you have something to say, we can wait until Boss Huang arrives to talk about everything."
Zhang Xiaolin snorted coldly and looked back at his master.
The master nodded slightly.
At this time, hundreds of people had gathered below the Jubao Tea House, all of them were short-handed men.
They were sitting at the Eight Immortals table with shining daggers, iron rulers and axes, just waiting for the call to be made by throwing cups upstairs.
Li Yaoting was so anxious that he was sweating.
He suddenly understood that Huang Huangrong would not show up today.
Huang Jinrong and Zhang Xiaolin were like brothers, so when faced with this kind of thing, they naturally helped Zhang instead of helping themselves, the nominal disciple.
The so-called agreement to mediate was just a pretense, and the real purpose was to lure Chen Zikun and kill him.
Although Chen Zikun is the serving military envoy, he is not considered bullshit in the eyes of others.
These days, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.
Today, he is still a commander with heavy troops, but tomorrow he will be a prisoner.
There are many cases in Shanghai.
The rule is, if you offend someone you shouldn't offend, no matter what your identity is, there will only be one end.
That is death.
Chen Zikun didn't understand the crisis at hand, but he still showed no fear.
He stared into Zhang Xiaolin's eyes and said, "Boss Zhang, many people may die today, but I promise, you will be the first to die."
Zhang Xiaolin smiled reservedly: "My surname is Zhang, and I am not someone who is scared."
"I never scare people."
Chen Zikun slapped the table and stood up.
He pulled open his gown and wore a black soft pillow underneath.
There were big-eye rollers and flower-mouth rollers hanging on the left and right sides of his armpits.
Two box cannons with long seedlings were inserted diagonally, and two lugs were pinned to the back waist.
There were only six guns in sight.
I guess there must be something hidden in the trouser legs.
Zhang Xiaolin is sweating.
He is a tycoon, not a killer.
The mixed society is about ruthlessness, but it mainly focuses on intimidation and psychological attack.
The real killings are done by the subordinates running errands.
The pomp and demeanor of the other party give him a sense of The feeling of not being able to keep up with the trip.
The four guards behind Chen Zikun were all bandits from Nantai County.
This kind of life of bleeding and fighting when they couldn't reach an agreement was simply too normal for them.
Zhang Xiaolin's threatening words didn't work at all.
Countryside bandits didn't understand that. , only knows how to risk one's life.
Four Berkman portable machine guns were raised in unison, aiming at Zhang Xiaolin and his bodyguards.
A strong murderous aura filled the Jubao Tea House.
Zhang Xiaolin stretched out his hand to stop his bodyguard's movements, nodded and said: "You are cruel, do you think you can leave the Jubao Tea House alive after being shot?"
The sunglasses master also said grimly: "Do you know how many people and how many guns there are down there?"
Chen Zikun smiled, pointed to a window on the street opposite and said, "Do you know how many machine guns are aimed at this side?
No matter how many people you have, you can have more bullets than I do."
Li Yaoting gritted his teeth and said: "Boss Zhang, I'm here to have tea today, not to fight.
But if you really want to embarrass my brother, I don't want to take the life of my surnamed Li."
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As he spoke, he took out a big-eye roller from his armpit, opened the hammer with a click, and stood with his hands down.
This gun was given to him by Chen Zikun.
Zhang Xiaolin was very angry.
Originally, he was determined to kill the other party today.
The gangsters cared about this very much.
Once his prestige fell, he could not be helped up again.
The apprentice of the dignified boss Zhang of Sanxin Company had his hands chopped off. , this matter has been spread all over the world, and I have no choice but to take action.
In order to prepare for the fight, he also told Huang Jinrong not to interfere in the matter.
The Nanshi Police Department had also made arrangements.
No matter how lively the fight was, the police would not come.
But the current situation was completely unexpected.
After mobilizing more than 200 brothers, they could not gain the upper hand.
Instead, they were forced with guns.
Zhang Xiaolin was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, and Chen Zikun was like that.
If there was a fight, casualties would be inevitable.
What's more serious was that Li Yaoting would be involved, which was the last thing he wanted to see.
The Jubao Tea House was very quiet, a bit eerie.
Shanghai was still hot in the early autumn.
The folding fan in Zhang Xiaolin's hand was fanning rapidly, and beads of sweat were still falling down.
Suddenly I heard the sound of cars below, and then the voices saying hello one after another: "Boss Du is here."
"Hello, Boss Du
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