Killing chickens to scare monkeys is naturally a good show, but if there are monkeys, where can we find chickens?
Peking is not Shanghai or Xinjing.
King Yulong is the diplomat in Shanghai, and Noda is a senior staff member of Manei, so neither of them can use their resources.
"Otherwise, please ask the North China Front to assist," Noda suggested.
"No, I don't like these warriors carrying sabers.
It's better to ask Yoshiko for help."
What King Yulong was talking about was the famous imperial female spy Yoshiko Kawashima.
At the same time, she was the sister of the Emperor of Manchukuo, a general of the Xing'an Army, a close friend of General Honjō Shigeru and General Tada Shun, and she was powerful and powerful.
It happened that Yoshiko Kawashima was also in Peiping.
After a phone call, the arrogant Miss Yoshiko actually came to the door, respectfully greeted King Yulong, and asked how the old Viscount was doing.
King Yulong smiled and said: "My father is in good health, Fangzi, this time I come to Peking and I want to ask you to find someone."
After hearing this, Yoshiko Kawashima said thoughtfully: "I'm not very familiar with the martial arts world in Peking, but I know someone who might be able to help.
So, I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
Back at her residence, Yoshiko Kawashima called Li Junqing, a well-known celebrity in Peiping social circles.
Within half an hour, Li Junqing arrived elegantly in a white suit.
Although he was almost forty years old, the older he got, the older he got.
The more flavorful it is, the one she is serving is the most handsome man in Peiping.
Li Junqing was just a bather back then.
Although he had red lips, white teeth and handsome appearance, he did not know how to use his own resources until he met Li Yanqing, a handsome man who was more than ten years older than him.
He was also a bather and had a baby.
He was extremely handsome, but he became a prominent figure in the Beiyang government by rubbing Cao Kun's back.
It was at that time that Li Junqing had an enlightenment.
After enlightenment, Li Junqing was out of control.
As Li Yanqing's confidant, he quickly rose to power and became a celebrity in Beijing's social circles.
After Li Yanqing was shot by Feng Yuxiang, he fled Beijing in a hurry like a lost dog to avoid the limelight.
After Feng Yuxiang left the country, he came back and kept wandering around.
Half red but not black, his luck didn't come until Peking fell and the Japanese supported Wang Kemin as the head of the North China Provisional Government.
Wang Kemin was the finance chief of the Beiyang period and had a close relationship with Li Yanqing.
He had coveted Li Junqing back then.
Now the two hit it off.
Li Junqing found a counselor position in the administrative department of the provisional government and became a politician.
Li Junqing's backer is not only Wang Kemin, he also has an affair with Kawashima Yoshiko.
Miss Yoshiko likes men, so Li Junqing follows her fancy and becomes her male favorite, gaining a lot of political resources.
By the way, Zhao Jiayong is also promoted to train.
It's the director of the police station.
After the spring night, Yoshiko Kawashima told King Yulong's request, and Li Junqing immediately said that this matter is easy to handle and will definitely be handled properly for you.
Kawashima Yoshiko said: "I will reply tomorrow, so you should hurry up and do it."
Li Junqing did not dare to neglect, so he climbed out of the bed naked, put on clothes and went back.
He sent someone to find Zhao Jiayong to discuss the matter overnight.
"The Japanese are looking for a well-known practitioner in Peiping, and they don't want to be pro-Japanese.
The more stubborn the better, what kind of song is this?"
Zhao Jiayong was very puzzled.
"Don't worry about where it comes from.
Just go find someone.
I promised them that I'll get back to you tomorrow morning."
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Zhao Jiayong rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "What do you think about having Yu Zhankui?
It's not a good thing anyway, so let him make up for it."
Li Junqing slapped his thigh: "Okay, it's him."
Yu Zhankui is sixty years old this year.
After all, he has a martial arts background.
He has a very strong body.
He gets up at 4:30 every morning to practice kung fu.
There are constant wind and rain, but he is just practicing.
He no longer competes with others, let alone does anything.
It's Meng Lang's business to lead people to kick the gym.
His most prosperous stage was when he first arrived in Beijing twenty years ago, and he defeated all the invincible opponents in the entire capital.
Later, in the battle with Tao Ranting, he was defeated by a boy pulling a rickshaw.
He has no anger at all, and no longer interferes with the affairs of the martial arts school.
He is left to the care of his eldest disciple Yan Zhiyong, and he only concentrates on studying martial arts.
After the fall of Peiping, no one had the intention to practice martial arts.
The Qitian Martial Arts School had been closed down, and the doors were deserted.
Suddenly, guests came today.
A car with a sun flag on it drove to the door.
Two Japanese military policemen got out, and one was wearing a suit.
The translator sent an invitation to Yu Zhankui, inviting him to a banquet in the evening.
"Master Yu, please be sure to attend.
If you don't want to go, humph."
The translator laughed twice and left.
Yan Zhiyong was frightened: "Master, they have bad intentions when weasels send roosters to celebrate the New Year.
You should leave quickly.
Go to Tianjin first and transfer to the south."
Just then, Yu Zhankui's little granddaughter ran over and shouted in a sweet voice: "Grandpa, give me a hug."
Yu Zhankui picked up his granddaughter and put on a kind smile on his stern face: "Where are you running?
If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple.
I'm leaving.
What will happen to the family?
I want to see what is sold in the little Japanese gourd."
What medicine."
"I'll go with you," Yan Zhiyong gritted his teeth and said.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Zhankui went out with his eldest disciple Yan Zhiyong.
He was dressed in a green cloth robe and a black satin mandarin jacket.
He held two iron bullets in his hands, clean and neat, and his movements showed the majesty of a Lianjiazi.
Yan Zhiyong ran to the street and stopped a foreign car: "Rubber, come here."
The driver pulled a purple rickshaw with four carbide lamps and ran to the entrance of the martial arts hall.
Yu Zhankui lifted his robe and got into the car.
The driver looked back at him and said hello: "Hey, it's Mr.
Yu."
Yu Zhankui nodded politely.
He had a good reputation and it was normal for the coachman to recognize him.
Yu Zhankui got into the car, and Yan Zhiyong trotted behind him, heading straight to Haidian.
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On the way, Yu Zhankui chatted with the driver for a few words, and accidentally learned that it was a foreign car from Ziguang Automobile Factory.
I once had a battle at Taoranting that I will never forget.
Think about it, twenty years have passed."
The coachman turned back and smiled: "Isn't that right?
I was also present at that competition."
"You are" "My name is Xue Baoqing, and I am Chen Zikun's buddy."
The driver smiled honestly and continued to pull the cart.
"It turns out we are still old friends."
Yu Zhankui sighed again, chatting with Xue Baoqing over and over again.
Yan Zhiyong was wondering why the master talked so much today.
The banquet was held at a mansion in Haidian, almost close to the Old Summer Palace.
When they arrived at the door, Yu Zhankui got out of the car and took out a silver dollar and gave it to Bao Qing: "You are tired."
"Hey, I can't find it yet."
Baoqing quickly declined.
"Take it."
Yu Zhankui stepped through the door, followed closely by Yan Zhiyong, who showed his invitation.
The Japanese soldier guarding the door checked the invitation and only allowed Yu Zhankui to enter.
Yan Zhiyong was arbitrarily blocked outside.
"Zhiyong, wait for me here."
Yu Zhankui took a deep look at his apprentice and walked in without hesitation.
Yan Zhiyong retreated and found that the driver had not left.
"What?
It's so remote here that you can't get a taxi.
I'm like the master here."
Bao Qing said.
The two squatted on the ground and chatted.
This mansion is a Japanese-style courtyard.
The courtyard is paved with white stones, trees, flowers, and small ponds.
It is extremely elegant.
Yu Zhankui was led to the corridor.
The Japanese-style room was full of guests, some in military uniforms and some in casual clothes.
Men and women of all kinds were kneeling on the tatami, with wooden food boxes, small wine bottles, and small wine glasses placed in front of them.
Japanese gadgets are all very petty.
The translator introduced Yu Zhankui's origins to everyone, saying that he was the most powerful person in the martial arts world in Peking and had defeated all the unbeatable fighters in the world.
Yu Zhankui could not understand Japanese, but he could guess the translator from everyone's exaggerated expressions.
What is said.
"Mr.
Yu, let me show off your special skills to Taijun's entertainment.
It's up to you."
The translator said with a smile.
Yu Zhankui felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head.
It turned out that he was brought here to help these bastards.
The owner of the Qitian Martial Arts Hall, a figure like the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world of Peking, was respected by people wherever he went. , actually like a monkey, practicing boxing to cheer them up He snorted coldly: "Yu's old arms and legs can no longer play."
The translator said: "Who doesn't know that you always practice Qigong in the morning?
Be smart and don't make yourself unhappy."
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Yu Zhankui glared at him, and the translator was frightened by his sharp eyes and took half a step back.
An officer became impatient and shouted loudly: "Why aren't you performing yet?"
The translator hurriedly said: "The master of the hall is unwilling to perform martial arts for the imperial army."
The officer was furious, took out a stack of military bills and threw them over.
The colorful bills fell to the floor.
Yu Zhankui didn't even look at them.
He glanced at everyone coldly, then turned around and left.
At this moment, Yan Qingyu was sitting on the tatami.
King Yulong invited him to the banquet, saying that there would be a martial arts performance.
He didn't expect that such a fuss would happen.
He was so anxious that he wanted to jump up and persuade this iron-clad old man. , don't be like the Japanese devils, just play around and leave.
Two Japanese soldiers blocked Yu Zhankui's way.
The translator said from behind: "Don't be so shameless.
The imperial army invited you to perform to give you face."
Yu Zhankui said: "I just don't feel happy today, what's the matter?"
A Japanese army commander, Zoili, said something.
The translator nodded and bowed, and said to Zhankui: "The imperial army said that if you don't perform martial arts for two hours today, you won't be able to leave alive."
Yu Zhankui suddenly smiled: "Boy, I want to see how much you weigh."
He gently pushed the translator far away and continued walking out.
Two Japanese soldiers bared their teeth and claws to catch him, but he lifted the weight of the translator.
Died a dog and chewed shit.
Yoshiko Kawashima, who was sitting at the table, smiled and gave Li Junqing an appreciative look.
The person she found was indeed a stubborn donkey.
I was originally worried that he would not cooperate.
But this time, it was good.
She burst out in just a few words.
On the contrary, it saves a lot of trouble.
Several officers grabbed their sabers and jumped barefoot out of the courtyard.
They screamed strangely and swung their sabers at Yu Zhankui.
On the neck of a Japanese officer at the front.
The air in the courtyard suddenly became stagnant.
Yu Zhankui smiled contemptuously, withdrew his knife and threw it on the ground, turned around and left.
"Bang" the gunshot rang out, and there was a mass of blood on Yu Zhankui's back.
He turned around slowly with a ferocious face: "Little Japan, sneak attack from behind, despicable and shameless" The officer who had just lost face was holding a southern pistol and fired several rounds.
Yu Zhankui slowly fell to the ground.
"This man is an anti-Japanese element.
Is it okay for everyone to execute him on the spot?"
The officer walked up to Yu Zhankui, kicked him with his foot, and asked proudly.
He was answered by laughter.
Yan Qingyu didn't expect that things would change so quickly.
The Japanese were really beasts who killed people just because they disagreed.
He felt extremely sad and immediately stood up to leave, but was blocked by a major: "Yan Sang, when you saw your compatriots being killed, it was...
"Isn't it sad, let me tell you, this is the consequences of disobeying the empire's orders."
Yan Qingyu was furious and clenched his fists loudly.
The Major looked at him: "Why, do you want to be like him?
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Wake up, you third-rate movie star?"
King Yulong hurried over to persuade him.
Suddenly Yu Zhankui, who was lying on the ground, jumped up and pinched the throat of the officer next to him.
There was a sound of cracking joints.
All the officers drew their guns and shot Yu Zhankui.
He was hit by more than ten bullets, but he still stood tall, holding the officer's throat like a pair of iron pincers with his big hands, and when someone cut his hand open, the man was already dead.
Without saying a word, Yan Qingyu left the table in protest, and King Yulong followed closely behind.
Kawashima Yoshiko was also in a bad mood, and the situation was a bit out of control.
The person Li Junqing found was just right, but he was too strong.
He could crush an imperial soldier to death if shot, and accidentally lost an officer.
This account can be calculated to be a big loss. .
Yan Zhiyong and Xue Baoqing, who were waiting at the door, suddenly became uneasy when they heard the gunfire.
They were worried about Yu Zhankui.
After a while, Yan Zhiyong was called in and Yu Zhankui's bloody body was carried out.
Baoqing was dumbfounded: "What kind of trouble is this?
How come a living person left just as soon as he said he wanted to leave
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