Chapter 3 3. Old foreigners have ghosts in their hearts

The man playing the hard drum rolled down the stairs. The owner of the shop didn't even lift his eyelids, and sat at the dining table with a big teacup in his hand, sipping his foul-smelling bitter tea. The old foreigner who was walking upstairs grabbed the handrail of the stairs, put one foot on the wall, and held a bowler hat and an umbrella in his free hand. As soon as he lifted his leg, the man walked away from him. The downwind also fell over. "Mr. Xiao Ding?" The old foreigner walked for a long time on the remaining ten or so stairs. He looked like an ancient old man, not as vigorous as before, and the wooden boards under his feet were also very quiet. "Mr. Lao Ding is my friend, and we have been friends for decades."

The old foreigner's figure is not too tall, with a thin narrow face, big nose, big eyes, green eyes, thin white hair draped over his shoulders, elegant clothes, and looks quite dignified.He spoke the local dialect so fluently that he even learned the local habit of eating characters. "Who are you?" Ding Shaomei was annoyed, with the burning heat of a cold coming out of his nose. "Under Ryan Giggs, Alan Giggs. Listen to and listen to the British and French circles. The old Giggs is me. I bought a lot of old Mr. Ding's antiques." Down the stairs, although the owner of the store was old and short, his hands and feet were nimble, and he pushed the hard drum frame out of the door like catching chickens.

"Meal is coming soon, what kind of tough guy are you?" The man didn't dare to behave wildly in the foreigner's territory, and went out muttering. The blue and white porcelain pot was dangerously placed on the edge of the table, Ding Shaomei picked up the fur skin and turned around to wrap it up again.He didn't intend to be indifferent to old Ziggs, but there was a roar in his head and his throat was as dry as sandpaper, and he really couldn't summon up energy to socialize. "Is this Mr. Ding's bones? Please wait a moment." Old Ziggs put the porcelain pot in the middle of the table by himself, and took out a tin tube of cigars from the bag, lit it and placed it in the In front of the porcelain pot, he took a step back, and then bowed 4 times in a serious manner. "My condolences." He nodded to Ding Shaomei again, and bit the lit cigar in his mouth.

Ding Shaomei saluted at the side, suspicious in her heart, how could this old foreigner know that the ashes of her father were in the porcelain jar?With this porcelain pot, he took it to Changchun and tried his best to get rid of the Japanese. He not only used the anti-stalking method taught to him by the British spy professor, but also used the trick of hide-and-seek when he was a child; It was forcibly opened and inspected once by the sophisticated and brutal Japanese military police, and no one in the customs would know. Old Ziggs reached into his pocket again, and this time he took out an old suede purse, pulled out a stack of banknotes and put them on the table, saying, "A little offering is not a respect."

From these few polite words to the four bows just now, it can be seen that this person is a "China hand", or one of the many "China hands" in the local area.This is just Ding Shaomei's vague feeling. He has been traveling in and out of the customs for days, the pain of losing his father and the desire for revenge, maybe it is internal heat and external cold. , also dulled at the moment.This is a serious problem, if not, he thinks he should be able to find more things from the old foreigners. Send a funeral ceremony!Foreigners don't talk about this kind of unreasonable politeness. Old Giggs must have other purposes for coming here today.Ding Shaomei struggled to turn her numb brain.

"The old man found a cemetery for Mr. Ding. It's very quiet in England. An elegant gentleman like him should have a good home." The wrinkles on Old Ziggs' cheeks shrugged as a smile. "You are just a buyer of my father, and you don't need to do such a big favor." The old Ziggs' arrangement did solve Ding Shaomei's biggest emergency at the moment, but the foreign devil's favor was not brought by the wind. "Mr. Lao Ding also sells other things besides antiques. These should be considered as paying off my debts." "I've seen my father's account book, and I've settled everything owed to others. I don't have this account." If he hadn't come forward to clear up the accounts, he didn't know that the family had already been ruined.In England, I spent a lot of money recklessly. I only knew how to write letters to ask my father for money. I never thought that my father would venture to Manchukuo to do business in order to earn money for him, and he would lose his life there.Thinking of this, he felt a great pain in his heart.

"My father's account for selling antiques is in your hands, but the account for selling other things is in the hands of the old man." "What are you selling?" He remembered the note from his father. "It's inconvenient to tell you now. Wait for a while, when the time comes, maybe our father and son will work together better than Lao Ding." Ding Shaomei didn't want to play riddles with this old foreigner any more. At this moment, he seemed to be beating a gong in his head, the idea of ​​"quick wind".In a battle of wits with others in such a physical condition, one loses first.

"Take the money back. When you plan to tell me the truth, come to me again." There is no rush to give him the note that daddy left, and besides, I don't know if it was for him. "No." He invited old Giggs out of the house, together with his money. If one person wants to start a war against the Japanese, one has to beware of everyone.