Chapter 18 18. Human life is like a lamp grass

In Ding Shaomei's eyes, Zuo Yinglong looked like a reckless hero, the gray stubble on his head was like withered grass after frost, the wrinkles on his face were intertwined with scars, his chin was short and his eyes were big, and his left eye was bulging. Meng is wide open, but the good eye on the right is always drooping, not looking at people very much. "Young Master Ding, you've drank the wine and eaten the meat. Shall we count the tickets for you right away, and you'll break up after a while, or what?" Zuo Yinglong was a head shorter than Ding Shaomei, his eyes only wandered around his shoulders, his right hand The remaining two fingers were spread wide, as if they were about to grab the opponent's throat at any time.

Just now, the two of them had lunch at Dengying Tower, and after the meal, they walked to the third floor of Yuqing Pool to take a bath, stretched their muscles and squeezed their feet, greeted them with fragrant tea and crispy pears, Zuo Yinglong's east.He didn't speak much, but his eyes never left the other party. Ding Shaomei felt a little nervous, she didn't know if Zuo Yinglong had to entertain him because of her mother's fate, or if she had other ideas, but there was one thing that would not go wrong, the most important thing for Jianghu people when they see strangers is to hold each other Two catties.So, he settled down and waited for the other party to speak.

At this moment, the two of them were standing under the white canvas awning at the entrance of Yuqing Lake, Zuo Yinglong finally spoke. "If you want to talk about money, it's a decimal. Buying salt is not salty, and making vinegar is not sour. Since it's annoying to my wife's door, take it away..." Ding Shaomei decided that she could no longer passively wait for the opponent to make a move.Not only for Zuo Yinglong, but for the past few days, whether it's for old Ziggs, Yunong, or Fan Xiaoqing, he is too passive and not aggressive. This is not his character. How many major events have you had?How could you be so dull and useless today?Be happy, be decisive, and fight against the Japanese alone, with a lazy body like a maggot, and a clumsy mouth that fits the waist of a cotton trousers, and you will definitely not succeed.

"Let me say Mr. Zuo, you have always made a lot of money. Even if the Japanese come, you will also bring in wealth and treasures for Kenji Miyaguchi. Of course, you don't like such a small amount of money." Ding Shaomei deliberately challenged trouble. Zuo Yinglong's expression changed, and that good eye also opened.Obviously, the information provided by Yu Nong is accurate. "If you want to play dirty with the old man, you are still young." While talking, Zuo Yinglong took out a large amount of banknotes from his waist, "Take it, it's not that the old lady has something to say, I will kill you alive."

Suddenly, a thick hand reached out and pressed Zuo Yinglong's shoulder.Ding Shaomei's eyes were quick, and he could see that the man was a Japanese soldier. He was not holding a big gun. He was obviously on vacation and wandering in Nanshi. "Big banknotes, huh? Here." The Japanese soldier had a gold tooth in his mouth. Ding Shaomei pushed Zuo Yinglong into the alley to the east of Yuqing Pool, and the Japanese soldiers followed.Pedestrians on the street and street vendors all saw this scene, but they didn't seem to see anything, and they were still busy with their own affairs.

"It's banknotes, banknotes," the Japanese soldier slapped Zuo Yinglong across the face. Ding Shaomei only felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to burst, and his eyeballs swelled so much that they protruded out of the eye sockets.He knew that the dangerous rage in his character had exploded and that nothing, not even himself, could stop it. The Japanese soldier was squeezed against the wall by Ding Shaomei, with his elbow pressed against his throat, and he was punched heavily in the eye socket, and was bleeding.Zuo Yinglong stepped aside, put his hands behind his back, and closed his good eye again.

A bayonet that was one and a half feet long was pulled out. The Japanese soldier wanted to kill, but Ding Shaomei blocked the hand holding the knife. The two fought for a long time, and the bayonet fell to the ground. "Boy, kill this Wangbazi." Zuo Yinglong flew out a dagger, which was caught by Ding Shaomei neatly. The Japanese soldier was held against the wall and could not move. Ding Shaomei could solve the problem by strangling the main artery in his neck with a short knife. The Japanese soldier broke free and ran out of the alley. Zuo Yinglong just waved his arms to meet the Japanese soldiers.The Japanese soldier seemed to be taken aback for a moment, his head was thrown upwards, but his body fell to the ground, his hands and feet moved back and forth feebly like a baby, his head drooped deeply, and there were bursts of cooing noises from his throat. A stream of black blood was sprayed on the ground, and quickly seeped into the soil.

Zuo Yinglong put away his dagger, walked out unhurriedly, and asked, "Did you hear what he said?" "No." "This kid burped, and his mouth smelled of garlic. It turned out to be a Korean stick." Ding Shaomei couldn't open his mouth, Zuo Yinglong patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's the first time to kill someone, but I can't help but be inflexible. After a few times, I'm familiar with it, 'You can't leave your fists, you can't leave your tunes'." They walked out of the alley, Zuo Yinglong stretched out his hand to beg a stinky beggar, and said: "Tell you the head of the pole, clean the inside, my favor."

The little beggar left in a hurry, and the street was still very lively.Ding Shaomei blamed herself, why are my hands and feet slow?Or is it true that anger has nothing to do with killing, as the old Giggs said? Zuo Yinglong had a smile on his face, and said: "Man, if you want to do this, you need more experience. Just wait for my letter. It will only take three or two days. The boy surnamed Yu wants nothing. Miss you, but you have to go to Hangu with me, go yourself!" After saying that, he shook his shoulders and went away with a kick. Am I really incapable of killing someone?Then get revenge!Ding Shaomei didn't believe this, but also admired Zuo Yinglong's calmness after the murder.

"You arrange to kill another person for me." Ding Shaomei refused to sit down, and stood opposite the old Ziggs, his expression not at all excited. "Don't play, don't mess around, seriously, Babai arranged for me to kill a Japanese, kill him, and I will follow you." Old Ziggs sat there firmly, without answering immediately, his eyes fell on the few blackened blood stains on his sleeve. "Don't underestimate people. I can kill people. I can do it face-to-face." Ding Shaomei's heart was not filled with anger, but a sense of humiliation that was difficult to calm down for a while, and the shame after discovering her flaws.The knife is in his hand, why didn't he do it?

Old Ziggs waved his hand, stopped Fan Xiaoqing who was about to intervene, and said: "You are not expected to kill people, I can see it clearly at a glance, you can't do it, otherwise, the streets are full of Japanese soldiers, why don't you Rushing out and desperately? No, you don't have the ruthlessness to kill people, you do it with real knives and guns? You must be the one who was killed." "You still underestimate me." Ding Shaomei found that the Huatou was developing according to his design.On the way here, he had already figured it out that the murder was not too important, as the old Ziggs said, there were better ways to attack the Japanese.Of course, killing Tokugawa Nobuo is another matter. Why the old Giggs kept this matter from him is still a mystery. Old Giggs smiled and said: "No, you are very talented, but not in killing people." The young man will not become a man without being beaten. He thanked God for his favor, and made this self-righteous boy suffer so quickly , had to come and bow to him.So, he paused word by word, making sure that every word fell into Ding Shaomei's mind, and said: "Your talent is to use other people's hands to do things. In Chinese, it is called borrowing a knife to kill." "Which knife should I borrow?" "Ha ha……" Old Giggs couldn't help laughing out loud, this is really great, never thought that things would develop so smoothly, this proud Chinese boy could commit the crime so easily, he was full of unexpected joy. "Son, think about what I asked you to study at Oxford, finance, securities, gold, silver." The envoy from the Chancellor of the Exchequer in London had just left his house in the afternoon, bringing him a government order that could not be ignored, and although the word of the order sounded harsh to his ears, he accepted it.In order for the Japanese to slow down their war preparations, delay their possible attacks on the Malay Archipelago and Singapore, and buy London time to solve the problem of Nazi Germany, the Chancellor of the Exchequer ordered him: at all costs, destroy the credibility of the Japanese-occupied currency, causing Financial chaos, slowing down their progress in arranging supplies in the occupied territories. This is extremely difficult.It's not difficult and they won't find my door, haha... He briefly explained the whole story to Ding Shaomei, and then asked, "How about it, what do you want to do?" "If it's just to get rich, I won't do it. If it's to resist the Japanese, it's fine." Ding Shaomei felt at ease, all roads lead to Rome, killing is not the only way to avenge her father.He said to himself: I am not a stubborn person. Anti-Japanese war does not conflict with making a fortune. To carry forward the family business can be regarded as comforting father's spirit in heaven. "This matter is done well, but it's anti-Japanese and making a fortune." Old Ziggs is a fine person, and he has read his mind. "So, how do you split the bill?" For this old boy, he couldn't be too sincere, he still had to put on a bit of pretense.Ding Shaomei half-jokingly said. "I contribute money, you contribute, how do you divide it?" This is an ambitious young man, and if you give him too much money, it's hard to say that he will cause any trouble on his own head. Fan Xiaoqing finally interjected: "I always thought you two were gentlemen, why did you become peddlers when it comes to money?" The three laughed, but their smiles were different, only Fan Xiaoqing was the happiest, she knew that Ding Shaomei couldn't leave her for a while. Finally, Ding Shaomei added: "To do this, you need to be fully prepared for research." "All the files belong to the little youth, she will prepare everything for you." Old Ziggs agreed straightforwardly. "I want to see the entire file." "Don't be fooled." Old Giggs was very proud of his proficiency in the local dialect.