Chapter 26 26. Black dead muscle

Bao Youxian didn't have the slightest idea of ​​embezzling other people's property. He sent the carriage of gold, silver and banknotes from Beijing directly to the safe of HSBC Bank, and handed over the key to Mr. Tie Shisan for safekeeping. Two one money, must have his autograph. Xi Xian abides by the rules of clearing customers, helps count and weigh the scales, and makes the bills clear, but he always wants to find opportunities to whisper to Bao Youxian about his shameful thoughts in private, which is annoying. Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.Bao Youxian has done this business before, not to mention the generous commission, there is no risk, any loss is theirs, if they make money, it will be all his, this has been clearly stated in advance, not because he is greedy.Transferring property under the eyes of the Japanese, his income may not be enough to offset the risks he took.

When he came out to do business for the first time, his grandfather who was an overseer said to him: Boy, if you deal with "beards" in money matters, you treat them as good people, even saints, because they There are festivals and rules. If you keep half a foot, they will give you five inches less; They want to be beasts who feed on relatives and black people, so that they will not be wronged at that time. He doesn't understand. "I'll tell you, grandson, good people are the scariest, and good people are the most harmful. Because good people have never learned bad tricks, and don't know how much to do a bad thing. Once they have evil intentions, they will definitely kill people."

Therefore, Bao Youxian decided at the beginning of his life that he would only do business and not make friends in his life.Friends are good people, the deeper you love him, the more he hurt you. The group of people from Beijing were not friends, they were just business deals.Bao Youxian arranged the three of them in the Dakuo Hotel, with a large luxurious suite, where they could eat and play whenever they wanted, Young Master Bao didn't have the time to accompany idlers.Tianjin Wei is still very prosperous so far. There are often local rich men from Beijing who play tricks and don't go home, but they can't move their business funds.

Xi Xian chased after his buttocks and asked: "When you take down the account, do you give gold bars or dollar bills?" "I can't do without you." Bao Youxian had a natural kindness on his face.First give him a sweet mouth of jelly beans, let this old boy have a few days of sweet dreams, this business is finally settled with the parents of Tie Shisan Shao, he has already made up his mind.In the business field, if you cooperate with the accountant to cheat the owner, it will have a worse reputation than "picking ashes". Bao Youxian doesn't make friends, but there are people who think they are his friends everywhere, and he refers to these people as "acquaintances".But there is one person who is not an "acquaintance" - Fan Xiaoqing.

He fell in love with this big beauty who played all over the sky. Fan Xiaoqing knew about Ding Shaomei's delivery of explosives, but she didn't take it to heart at all. There must be a reason for men to do things. If women follow behind and worry about everything, they will have nothing else to do in this life. In the past few months, everyone in the concession, regardless of whether they are British, French, German, or American, has been busy packing their luggage and sending their families back home. Therefore, social activities have almost completely stopped. It made her very uncomfortable.Fortunately, she still has something to occupy her body - to decorate Ding Shaomei's new home.This is a job she is good at, her father has a lot of money, she thinks she has the most advanced taste in all of China, and decorating the house is very simple.However, she didn't want to do it so simply, she wanted to show something real and make Ding Shaomei fall under her taste. Of course, maybe it won't be long before this is her own home.

The war between Europe and Asia had indeed caused her a lot of trouble, and it was hard to find the most advanced things in the store.But this turbulent situation also gave her a good opportunity. A large number of foreign expatriates who made a lot of money in China returned home one after another. As a result, many of the rarest antique furniture in the European market, the most fashionable At this time, the decorations that I had once had turned into a burden that I couldn't take away. In the past few days, Fan Xiaoqing has been buying a lot.Walking up and down in the house that was getting better and better gave her a great sense of accomplishment. She arranged two bedrooms upstairs. This is still a secret, and Ding Shaomei and Yunong can't let them know for the time being.

Where did Yu Nong's girl die these days?Even Lao Guan didn't know his whereabouts.Could it be that she seduced Ding Shaomei to elope abroad?This is unlikely, but Fan Xiaoqing understands that he needs to take some concrete actions early on Ding Shaomei's matter. Regardless of Yunong's appearance, she must be a "quick hand".Be careful, she warned herself. Yunong closed her eyes and leaned on Ding Shaomei's shoulder, but she didn't sleep. She couldn't fall asleep at all. She just thought that doing so could calm Ding Shaomei who was emotional, or increase her courage.

A sampan approached, and Zuo Yinglong cursed endlessly, as if he thought the boat came too slowly, but in fact they only waited for 20 minutes.When you make an appointment in the middle of nowhere, you can be forgiven for being two hours late.Presumably Zuo Yinglong disciplined his subordinates very strictly and demanded too much. The small sampan wobbled in the sea breeze, and it was not very convenient to hoist cargo onto the wooden boat. "I want to die, be gentle, don't knock, don't touch." Zuo Yinglong shouted, his throat tightened, as if he had eaten salt. Yu Changchun was a little strange. Just now, when the old boy threw diesel barrels on the Japanese patrol boat, he didn't feel nervous at all. What's the matter now?

Two wicker baskets were hoisted to the front deck, and the sailors retreated to the rear deck. Erbao came to the front and called Ding Shaomei to inspect the goods. Ding Shaomei sat at the back without moving, and said, "I don't understand that, let Lao Yu have a look." "I'm going to have a smoke with Young Master Ding." Zuo Yinglong also went to the rear deck, leaving only Yu Changchun and Erbao in front. Each of the wicker baskets contained a medium-sized pickle jar, stuffed with wheat straw on all sides, and the mouth was sealed with wax, like a vinegar jar.Er Bao took a paper bag in each hand, separated them far away, brought them over and said, "Detonator, and TNT."

Yu Changchun weighed the big bag, "It's only half a catty, isn't it?" "TNT is out of stock. No, my master said, Young Master Yu is a powerful master, and we need to get him some real life-threatening guys." "what?" Er Bao opened the seal on the pickle jar, and the inside was stuffed tightly with wheat straw.He carefully took out a glass jar from inside, held it tightly with both hands, and held it in front of Yu Changchun. "Be careful and don't fall on the ground. The seller said that no one will survive if it falls on the ground." With the dim light of the lantern, Yu Changchun could see clearly that the jar was full of white crystals.

He told himself that he must not get angry, it was ridiculous that Zuo Yinglong hid on the back deck, the power of this thing, just this small can can blow up a thousand-ton ship into firewood. "Come here." He called Zuo Yinglong over. "Who sold you this thing?" "What's the matter, it doesn't work?" Zuo Yinglong scratched his bald head with two fingers, not sure if he was a little embarrassed. "It's so fucking easy to use, but what I want is TNT." Lowering his voice to express his anger, Yu Changchun felt very uncomfortable. "Your grandma's. I don't own a restaurant. Do you order it? It's explosives. If you have it, it counts." Zuo Yinglong's voice was so loud that Yu Changchun took two steps back. "I still want TNT? Did you give me the money? For the sake of the Anti-Japanese War, it was given to you by the Lord. Don't be shameless." While speaking, he reached out to snatch the glass jar from Yu Changchun's hand. "Don't move, do you know this is?" Yu Changchun also changed his local accent. "Isn't it just 'black dead muscle'? Is there any? I'm so scared that I'm as scared as someone who ate cigarette oil." "You know you still play this?" Yu Changchun just recognized the thing in his hand at a glance, the "black dead tendons" that Zuo Yinglong said, translated as "Heisuojin". "Where's the Hexagon?" Ding Shaomei thought she had misheard, and when she came over and saw something, she was startled. "My God, isn't this a life-and-death play?" He was in a class in an espionage organization, and he had seen this thing before, and he was quite impressed. At that time, a British blasting expert picked out a piece the size of a mung bean, stuck it on a brick and threw it out, blowing up a brick house. "What's the composition of this thing?" He was not good at chemistry. Yu Changchun said unhappily: "Cyclotrimethyltrinitramine ranks second in vibration sensitivity among explosives, second only to nitroglycerin." "How powerful is it?" Zuo Yinglong asked. "It explodes when you sneeze." Yu Changchun wasn't entirely trying to scare him. It's not a good idea to bring such a dangerous thing back to the city. It was Erbao's suggestion to store the explosives in Tanggu nearby, which is also convenient to use. "Isn't it just bombing the Japanese? It's the same everywhere. Don't forget to call me when the time comes." Zuo Yinglong slapped him, "Fuck you little bastard." However, he still had a way, and at dawn, he ostentatiously stored the two jars of "black dead muscle" in the customs anti-smuggling warehouse. "Master Zuo, please go slowly, take it for the old lady, leave the things here, and keep the little ones for you to watch carefully." The man in charge of the warehouse was dressed in the "black leather" of the traitor team, nodding and bowing politely. Zuo Yinglong pointed to Yu Changchun and said, "Recognize this kid, he will be the one who will pick up the goods in a few days." Yu Changchun put on a sullen face and said nothing, Ding Shaomei twisted out two banknotes and stuffed them into the man's hand. "Thank you for your reward." The man's hospitality seemed to be from a waiter. Ding Shaomei was very unhappy, not because of the Hexagon, definitely not.How can I be afraid of death?Impossible, for people like me, life has long since belonged to me, and my life has a name called "revenge".It's just that the gunfight on the boat last night disgusted him. Isn't that what revenge should do? Even if a Japanese soldier is killed with one shot, there are only 7 bullets in the gun.Not to mention being manipulated by Zuo Yinglong for no reason, killing a sailor for him. Personal life is precious in every sense. My knowledge, my talents, and my father's enmity all make me cherish life extremely.His British professor once gave him a sentence: "No one has the right to waste their talent." Then he added, "Especially you, magician, don't throw your talent on trivial things that don't match your status." .” The talent given to me by God is to let me do great things. On the way back by train, he ruthlessly criticizes his recent behavior. The result of the criticism is exciting, but he inadvertently neglects Yu Nong who came with him risking his life. Looking at the pain and ecstasy changing between Ding Shaomei's expressions, Yunong thought that she understood everything about him.Men, when you haven't held him tightly in your hand, he always struggles to run away, this is their nature, even their unconsciousness.So, she also made up her mind. When the train arrived at the station, both of them had the same peaceful, even satisfied expressions on their faces.