Chapter 32 Chapter 31: The Night of Enlightenment

Frankly speaking, I don’t know when and where this escape trip ended—because up to the moment when I saw Sun Xiaoliu jump out of the window on the fifth floor and headed for Zhulin City, and officially parted ways with me, I I can't be sure: everything is over, it's safe, and my life has been peaceful since then.But in fact, it's not.But I have to assume this before I dare to continue to recall: from that night in the winter of 1971 in the Republic of China. Xu Laosan, who I can say has no friendship with me, taught me a lesson that night.He taught Sun Xiaoliu to sneak home first, then tried to find a way to call his sister out, and then joined us at the village office.When Sun Xiaoliu was about to leave, I didn't think so, and muttered: "Why are you calling her? She's in the way." Xu Laosan glared at me with two very sharp and huge triangles, and said: "There is no Xiaowu, you less than a week to live."

The fifth little sister arrived around midnight. In the two to three hours before that, the third brother Xu destroyed the entire world that I had known through school education for twenty years.The original world is fragile, artificial and unbelievable by comparison. Xu Laosan first made the analogy about the shotgun - I remember what I once described: If you can find a white-painted concrete wall twenty meters wide and ten stories high, draw a very large shotgun on it. Taiwan Island, and then use Xu Laosan's double-barreled nozzle to fire 1,800 rounds at the map at a distance of fifteen meters-when the bullets are finished (and the wall has not been blown down), the wall will be full. It is densely packed with large and small bullet holes.The sum of these bullet holes is Zhulin City, and any one of them is also Zhulin City.Whether you say that Zhulin City is a gangster, an underground society, or a gang force, it is always by your side.You can't see it, but it exists.Xu Laosan then took out a stack of "Fuhua New Village Notebooks" from the drawer of the brown lacquer desk where the village officer slept on his stomach during the day, turned to the back, smoothed it with the palm of his hand, and took a stack from the windbreaker pocket. Parker Type 21 pen, drew a small person--a big head, thin body, hands and feet--and told me: "This is you." Then he drew a little person around that me. Round the circle, say: "This is our village." Then the next circle becomes more and more complicated.The outer circle of the village circle is slightly surrounded by a dotted circle, which means the Ministry of National Defense, because the heads of households in Fuhua New Village are all working in this unit—at least for several years.There is a larger solid circle outside the dotted circle, which is the Kuomintang and its government—this circle is so large that it takes up almost half of the paper; The original villain, who was about my age, told me: These villains are the "Old Man" and the party and government officials and army generals he brought to Taiwan from the mainland. an "X" - because the "Old Man" is dead. "It may have turned into a ghost, but because we haven't seen it, we are not sure." Xu Laosan especially emphasized.

But around the little people around the "old man", Xu Laosan quickly drew large and small circles; some are solid lines, some are dotted lines.However, regardless of reality, the border lines of those circles overlap with the original concentric circles like the so-called intersection graphics in mathematics textbooks.Mr. Xu made the borders of these circles thicker before he told me, "We call these circles intelligence and governance units. You see: some of them do not belong to the government, and some belong to other departments in the government. Some departments can take over and manage the Ministry of National Defense; some belong to the Ministry of National Defense, but they don’t care about our village, but go to manage other people, other agencies, and other units.”

Xu Laosan immediately drew a bigger circle besides all the circles, and said in a very low but firm tone: "There is another big unit here, which is bigger than the fucking entire government of the Republic of China, you know What is this?" I have always had a headache with graphics related to mathematics, and I even vaguely noticed that Xu Laosan's words were entangled, so I answered casually: "Asia." Unexpectedly, I ate Xu Laosan's guava on the back of his head. Actually, I shouldn't be joking.This is a serious way to understand the world, at least Xu Laosan didn't mean to be joking at all.He stared at me for a long time, as if he was seriously considering my life and death while staring at me like that.I thought he would scold me, or beat me out.However, he just turned his eyes back to the paper on the table and continued: "This circle is a world of demons and ghosts."

Next, Xu Laosan drew a small figure in the corner of the paper, and hit an "X" on it, the same as the "old man", and told me: There used to be such a person who was dead, but Before and after his death, the people under him had already developed a very large organization "like a cockroach", "like a cancer cell", and "like a snowball".Xu Laosan actually tried very hard to explain this picture to me clearly.For an hour (maybe more) in between, until he finally let out a sigh, he drew little people on paper.Starting from the side of the second little person who marked "X", one after another, one after another, one after another, as if he could continue to draw like this, until the world is old and the sea is dry.During the period, he would occasionally stop, find another blank piece of paper, smooth it out, and start from a new little figure, and each painting was piled up and clustered; A grape with more stumps than fruit.Xu Laosan pointed to the gap of less than one centimeter between the first bunch of grapes and the second bunch of grapes and said: "There should have been a boundary line in the middle, but it disappeared later." He filled the gap with a small Man, it looks like it is holding a bunch of grapes dozens of times larger than its own body.

However, Xu Laosan did not do graffiti indiscriminately.Apparently this picture has already been seared in his mind, and the impression is very deep, so he can not hesitate to put the second, third, fourth... until the relevant position and size of the fourteenth bunch of grapes. And the ratio of the grape clusters to the circles on the original picture is clearly explained, and the numbers are methodically marked next to each cluster of grapes.If I remember correctly, the bamboo couplet is the ninth bunch of grapes, a small bunch, near the center of the paper, very close to the circle of the Ministry of Defense, but not overlapping.Xu Laosan told me: I offended this unit.I argue that I don't even know a single penis hair from Bamboo Union.He said why scholars speak so rough.Then he thought for a moment, circled two little people at the intersection of the ninth bunch of grapes and the second bunch of grapes, and said: "These two are very old people. A Bunch of Grapes], I didn’t know how to do it later, so I came here later. Everyone in the rivers and lakes said that this was a big integration plan of him (pointing to the little man between the first and second bunches), So these two veterans were deliberately sent to the Bamboo Federation as consultants. Moreover, these two veterans also have some jobs related to national security."

I lowered my eyes and took a closer look, and the upper bodies of the two small people circled for him happened to fall on the edge of the circle of intelligence and governance units such as the security headquarters. "One of these two people's surname is Shi, and his name is Shi Pingcai; the other's surname is Kang, and his name is Kang Yongcai. People outside call them "Hengha Erye". Do you know them?" Xu Laosan said: "They specialize in detection and defense. Yes; detection and defense is the second unit—do you know what the second unit is? It means “it’s usually small, but once you start it, it becomes bigger.” So I would ask if you have ever touched politics , outside the party. If that's the case, Da Luo Jinxian can't save you." I said I don't touch politics, Xu Laosan said that you are good, and I don't touch politics.He only touches arms--because in the end arms solve all the problems that politics can't handle.

"Then what should I do about my problem? This scumbag came to me for no reason, who did I provoke?" Just as I was saying this, Honglian's beautiful words quickly flashed in my mind again. body! !But this time my thoughts didn't linger on her tits or her ass, but on how she stole a crossword puzzle from my dorm wastebasket—even before she stole it. Before this piece of paper, four Zhu Bajie from an unknown unit had approached me; I shouldn’t have forgotten this: “Wait a minute! I remembered. My eldest brother gave me a piece of paper with the words “Bodhisattva Man >, there is an anagram hidden in that word.”

Xu Laosan continued to draw small people on the paper, and now the ones were drawing new members for the numbered six, seven, eight, and ninety-four bunches of grapes, and at the same time he said casually, "I don't understand what Poetry, lyrics, Bodhisattva; who is your big brother?" "He has been doing props for Director Li Li for many years; he is also a bachelor of the "Wu" generation of the old Cao gang." Originally, he was immersed in drawing villains Xu Laosan suddenly sat up straight, opened his eyes and stared straight at him. He was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his head to look at the paper, and then at me. I tapped it lightly a dozen times before it came out one word after another,! "This. Just. Yes. Old. Cao. Help. Ah." At this time, he sighed and put the pen back into the pen case.

The first bunch of grapes was Lao Cao Gang, whose development stopped suddenly in the autumn of the 54th year of the Republic of China. It was rumored that this was because of the chief rudder of Lao Cao Gang—Wan Yanfang, known as the old man—!When he was practicing, he lost his temper and died due to the retrograde flow of Qi and blood.Mr. Wan is the second little man with an "X" on his body in Xu Laosan's picture.Since then, the old Cao Gang has been managed by Wanxi, the adopted son of Mr. Wan, and has made quite bold, drastic, and quite controversial reforms.Wanxi is the guy in Xu Laosan's picture holding a bunch of grapes in one hand.

In the first two years when Wan Xi took charge of the old Cao gang, Xu Laosan had never been frightened by a large pile of ghost papers to have a strange illness, and dared not go out for more than half a year, but was expelled from the Xiangtang by the blood flag gang and returned to him. Forced to shave a big bald head, and never fight again.The Blood Banner Gang is not very important, not even the 14th-ranked bunch of grapes, so it's not in the picture—Xu Laosan naturally didn't draw himself on it.However, between the fifty-fourth year of the Republic of China and the fifty-sixth year of the Republic of China, Xu Laosan had already noticed that the entire gang ecology in Taiwan had undergone fundamental changes. First of all, Wan Xi reserved the honorific title of "Old Man" for Wan Yanfang - that is to say: starting from Wan Xi himself, the old Cao Gang has only the chief rudder, not "Old Man".This is a pioneering work in the development history of the entire Lao Cao Gang, and it is also an unprecedented honor for Wan Yanfang.But—Xu Laosan thinks: There are actually several motives to attract people's hearts, not just respecting the dead elders.From the most superficial level, Wan Xi was only twenty-eight or nine years old at the time, how could he call himself "old" and "father" when all the bachelors were unprepared?Secondly, judging from Wanxi's future reforms, at that time he had already planned to form an alliance with the Tiandihui branch of the Tiandihui, which came to Taiwan from the mainland, to form an alliance. The "Hongmen" system-has deep hostility; among them, many bachelors who insist on "dividing the stream from the Qing Dynasty" heard that Wanxi intends to form an alliance with the world feud, and angrily invited out the old man Wanxi to encourage bachelors to join the army to fight against Japan. One of the old rules of "run away from home" became a runaway bachelor.In order to alleviate the tense relationship of betrayal, Wanxi retained the honorific title of "Old Man" and did not use it. Of course, it was not without intentional modesty to avoid slander.However, the real trouble has not been alleviated-Wan Xi still wants to engage in the "confluence of Qing and Hong", because he still has bigger enemies in his eyes. According to the rumors Xu Laosan heard during the last two years of the Blood Banner Gang, Wan Xi did not hesitate to let hundreds of old bachelors of the Cao Gang "run away from home" in order to win over the hereditary leader of the Old Brothers Association. Hong Dazhan, Hong Zizhan, father and son; the purpose of attracting this pair of father and son is to prevent the growing forces from the third to tenth bunches of grapes.These bunches of grapes don't look very big on the picture, but each has a famous name.They are the eight gangs of Flying Eagle, Blood League, Success, Nanjing, Wan Guo Family, Fourth Fourth, Bamboo Union, and South Airport. They are scattered in various parts of Taipei County and City. Beginning in the 1940s of the Republic of China, it was almost like a fad of the times, and the children of military officials from other provinces established various youth fighting organizations called gangs, associations, and alliances.Some even hold blood-draining ceremonies, and when entering and leaving the area where the organization is located, they need to check passwords and inspect tokens, as if they are dominating one side.This kind of children's housekeeping game quickly grew and developed-not only increased in number, but also changed in nature-as the participating members grew older, the original fighting The activities of causing trouble and venting energy have become systematic, purposeful, and strategic actions.The emotional disputes between gangs caused by dislikes of each other have gradually evolved into territorial disputes tinged with profit; it is said that the instigator was the silk and satin shop opened on Hengyang Road in January.In the 42nd year of the Republic of China, the blood alliance and the Wan Guo family met in Beimen Park to negotiate. It was called a negotiation, but in fact it was just finding one or two inappropriate words as an excuse to fight a gang.This plane hit the Taipei Post Office from Beimen Park, and ran along Boai Road from north to south, spilling blood.Several gendarmes near Jiao Zhongshan Church who were seriously injured or exhausted were detained, and the remaining strong and fierce ones continued to advance with Jia Yong.It is said that when we reached the crossing in Hengyang, there were only three eldest brothers of the Blood Alliance Gang and two guardians of the Wanguo family left—one of the guardians was a polio patient with crutches and iron shoes.The desperate battle of these five people has been killed to the point of jealousy, how can they care about the things outside of them?Seeing that a cigarette stand and a fortune-telling stand had been destroyed, and just as they were about to attack the silk and satin shop, an unarmed middle-aged man suddenly rushed into the battle circle, turned around on the spot, and stood up again; Seeing him: his skin is red, his clothes are bulging, as if a huge balloon has been blown up, and all the wooden swords, samurai swords, iron crutches and other weapons that have been chopped down are scattered all over the place. Broken, broken, and broken, none of them are intact.In just a second or two, the five hard-fighting youths were also thrown into the silk and satin shop in one breath, knocking over an unknown number of shelves, entangled in silk and cloth, and it can be described as extremely embarrassing.The middle-aged man spat on the floor of the arcade after making a move, and asked the fortune teller who was setting up the fortune-telling booth, "Are you hurt?" The fortune-teller smiled and said: "It's really just the tiger falling into Pingyang. Fortunately, he is old and strong, and he is as stubborn as ever. It's a pity that the picture handed down by the old Taoist Kushi is stained with dog blood. It seems that it will take a lot of money." I have to repaint it before I can open it again. What about you?" "It's just a few cigarettes broken." The red-faced man turned around and said to the five staggering teenagers in the shop, "With so much strength and nowhere to use it, why don't you go to the front and kill some of his red-haired traitors? My little silent move "Flower Rain" is no match for the enemy, what kind of bear is there?" The silk and satin shop is a big businessman. Fearing that he would lose his temper, the shopkeeper rushed forward, took out a thick stack of five-yuan and ten-yuan NT dollar bills, and stuffed them into the pockets of the red-faced man and the fortune-teller respectively. It is said that it was a total loss, and all should be paid by the trumpet. These children are ignorant, and they offended Grandpa and Zhao.The two masters, Sun and Zhao, smiled when they heard the words, threw the banknotes into the store at the same time, turned around and left. On the other hand, the youngsters from the Blood League and Wan Guo's family took advantage of it, picked up the banknotes on the spot, and stopped fighting.From then on, the area surrounded by the square circle is east of the train track on Zhonghua Road, west of Xinyuan Park, south of Zhongzheng Road in front of the railway station, and north of Xiaonanmen Aiguo Road, except for the public agencies, courts, banks and schools where the center is located. These two gangs were in charge of "holding" within the period—in other words: the time-honored silk and satin shop on Hengyang Road that month was the first protection fee that the business handed over to the emerging juvenile fighting group.Since the anticlimactic battle between the Blood League Gang and the Wan Guo Family, the emerging juvenile fighting group has been given two nicknames, one is "Xin Gang" and the other is "Little Tai Bao".The New Gang is naturally compared to the Laocao Gang and Gelaohui who came to Taiwan with the National Government, although the vast majority of its members are still some!They are the second-generation descendants of immigrants who crossed the sea after 1949. However, their system, organization, actions, and purpose are in no way similar to the old gangs, so they are called new.As for "Little Taibao", it is a derogatory and mocking word.According to the little knowledge we Chinese students have gained from reading idle books: As early as the Yuan Dynasty, in the unknown drama "Huanghuayu" (also known as "Song Jiang Out of Battle"), there was an example of using the word "Taibao" as a respectful name for the heroes of the rivers and lakes; The "Little Taibao" mentioned by the bachelors in the Laohui is nothing more than referring to them as "bunny boy" or "little bastard". Xu Laosan is still in the last few years of being a little Taibao!He himself can't remember whether it was the 53rd, 54th, or 55th year of the Republic of China—he met a strange person when he united several other small gangs to compete for territory with the Wan Guo family.This person was not a member of any new gang, but he had a thick head and a big face, and he was from south to north. Although he was only fifteen or six years old, he was quite heroic.On that day, the two sides made an appointment to compete at the New Park Gang Stadium.Just after setting up the formation, the strange man let out a loud roar, and rushed out of the ranks. His sound was like a bell, and everyone's ears were ringing; just as he was stunned, he suddenly lifted the cover of his schoolbag, and inserted his hands into it. , Eight glass bottles were taken out from the inside, and the bottles were filled with pink juice that I don't know what it is.At that time neither the enemy nor the enemy understood what he meant, but he laughed strangely for a while, then suddenly raised his right foot, and rubbed the sole of the shoe against the cover of the schoolbag vigorously, a burst of fire and silver flowers appeared immediately, and the schoolbag was like A big ball of fire wrapped around the crook of his arm kept swaying from side to side.Not to mention, the ten fingers of the strange man never idle for a moment, and within three or two seconds, he threw eight glass bottles into the air like an actor in a stunt troupe performing a "big shot"— — If you speak slowly, the bottle will fall to the ground; no matter how fast you speak, it will not be as fast as the scene at that time — eight glass bottles are thrown in two, and they circle a circle with a diameter of about five feet. Once they fall, Then let the fireball of the schoolbag in the strange man's arm hold it, and bounce it again, which ignited a small flame three or two inches long above the bottle mouth. Among them, when it fell on anyone, there was a loud bang.The guy next to him immediately burst into flames, igniting a raging flame from head to toe.In less than a second or two, the eight bottles were kicked away one after another, hitting four killers of the Wan Guo family—naturally, four flesh and blood bodies were burned, and the other four bottles fell to nothing, turning the tennis court into nothing. Four large holes were burned in the barbed wire. So where can there be any more fights?Wan Guo's family suddenly dispersed, and the little Taibao of the several gangs here were also terrified, their teeth chattering.But the weirdo didn't seem to care at all, shook his hands and threw the fireball in his schoolbag, turned around and said to everyone: "It's a small test, but unfortunately it's only half accurate, so it's not a pass. Anyway, I haven't passed a single course since I was born. Hehehe Ho!" From then on, this strange man got the nickname "Huo Batian" among the young Taibao, and "Huo Batian" was the son of Hong Dazhan, the hereditary leader of the Gelaohui, whom Wanxi, the new chief rudder of the old Cao Gang, was trying to win over. The only son Hong Zizhan.When Xu Laosan said this, he circled a small person in the big bunch of grapes in the Gelaohui. On the circle of the second unit engaged in detection and defense. "Security headquarters?" I pointed to the circle and blurted out: "The most terrifying unit!" "Do you know what terror is?" Mr. Xu gave me another look, and continued: "This second unit is called the Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of National Defense. Several decades ago, it was the "Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the Military Commission", so it was also called The "Military Control Bureau" was created by an old spy named Dai Li. After Dai Li died, the "Military Control Bureau" was taken over by a man named Mao Renfeng. This old boy died later, and the "Military Control Bureau" was changed. The name is "Ministry of National Defense Intelligence Agency", and it is called Guiming, but the management is under the control of the National Security Agency. If you don't understand, just listen and don't talk nonsense." Xu Laosan didn't understand it at first, but the reason why he understood it later was because he started to engage in the arms business.This starts from the last day when he served as the little Taibao. That day was the weekend, and he was ordered by the leader of the Blood Banner to meet with a member of the Fourth and Fourth Gang, with the purpose of recovering a sum of seven or eight hundred yuan owed from the other party.The Sisi gang is the brothers of the Sisi East Village—the reason why it is called Sisi is because the Sisi East Village is the village where the officers and soldiers of the Sisi Arsenal live; The ability to modify firearms is therefore quite prestigious in the Taipei county and city area.Xu Laosan met with Zhang Fa, took the money, and chatted casually, and they were very speculative—it turns out that Xu Laosan is also a military fan, and he knows the structure, performance, and material styles of various types of firearms. It is so rare that the other party is surprised and admired.Na Zhangfa started talking, and mentioned that a large-caliber pistol developed by the national army has completed various tests and is about to enter mass production.This gun can hold thirteen rounds of bullets in a magazine, with a caliber of 9 centimeters and a weight of only 1,100 grams after loading—in the mid-1960s, this was probably the most advanced pistol in the world one of them.Na Zhangfa secretly told Xu Laosan: This kind of gun is not used to counterattack the mainland, but to be sold to the Arabs in exchange for oil quotas.And Dan—he happened to have one handy. The two then met and went to the Thumb Mountain at the bottom of Wuxing Street to test shoot a few rounds. They really saw the power of this gun, and they were elated, not to mention it.However, Xu Laosan's exchange with that palm method not only delayed the time to return to the leader, but on the way to and from Thumb Mountain, he also met a blood-flag brother unexpectedly, and gave him a fight--obviously, Xu The second brother entered and left the territory of other gangs without the permission of the elders of the gang, and he seemed to have a personal relationship.Just in the evening of this day, Xu Laosan heard two men talking on the bus home. One of them mentioned that he went to the reopened Xinsheng Theater, halfway through the film, and he had just finished smoking two cigarettes. Suddenly a person in the front seat turned around and said, "Sir, can I borrow a lighter?" The man handed the lighter forward, and the grinding wheel was beeping, and where the light was shaking, there was no one in the front seat, but a large group of people. The bundles are bound into human-shaped ghost papers.This story immediately frightened Mr. Xu—he really believed that the man who told the story on the bus had indeed been frightened by the ghost paper; because it was too bizarre and terrifying; Stories that people can make up.So he borrowed this story and dressed himself up as a bum who was frightened by the beast - only in this way, the little eunuchs of his era would let him go without trouble. "But do you know what I think?" Xu Laosan asked like this, but it didn't mean that I should answer him. He shook his head immediately after I sneered, "Humph", and said: " I saw the signs from that gun—the fourth and fourth ranked sixth in the "new gang" back then, and there were only seventeen or eight people from the eldest to the youngest. This gang rarely came out to fight for territory and move Knife, but its status is still higher than that of Zhulian and South Airport. Why? Because they are all professional and skilled, and they all know where there is big business. I am not talking about the small nose and small eyes of the protection fee The money is really big. Sheng. Meaning. Do you know how they do it?" The second-generation children of the arsenal are usually just middle school students with schoolbags and big hats on their heads. Going to the billiard room and knocking snooker twice is considered a very cheating act. Most of them don’t even smoke—in order not to be caught. The youth team followed and caused unnecessary trouble.But this vote doesn't look like everyone in Xiaotaibao's scoundrels has "family education"; their fathers-some are weapon scholars, some are engineers, some are craftsmen, the only thing in common is that they all have military status, but they have never I don't know, the little guys living in the same village will gather quietly and piece together their little bits of weapon knowledge like building blocks.After a long time, they were not just chatting; they began to plan: how to actually "complete" a gun by assembling parts.Since the arsenal is right next to it, although there is strict monitoring and control of the outside world, it is often slack and indifferent to its own people-especially the little ones.By the time these little guys had grown Adam's apples and mustaches, changed their tone of voice, and talked about women, tons of small parts had already been shipped out of the warehouses and trash cans of the arsenal one after another.After the Four Fourth Gang was established, it was rumored that the small parts they buried in the Wuxing Street Shooting Range and Thumb Mountain were enough to equip a brigade of troops.The real situation didn’t stop there—the five main members of the Four Four Gang above self-mastery still had the ability to design small arms with newer styles and stronger firepower—until the big escape between me and Sun Xiaoliu was coming to an end, The Ministry of National Defense announced publicly: a kind of nine developed and manufactured by the national army.The pistol has "entered mass production", and the model is "T Qiwu", which means that it was successfully developed in the 75th year of the Republic of China.In fact, this gun has been secretly exported for many years, and as Sisi Nazhang said: tens of thousands of guns were sold for military and police use in Arab countries, and they won a lot of crude oil quotas for the Republic of China.As for the difference between the "T-75" and the sample gun that Xu Laosan saw around the 56th year of the Republic of China, it is: "T-75" can hold 15 rounds of bullets in a box, while the "T-75" can hold 15 rounds of bullets. The total weight after being shot is only 960 grams - the engineer who improved this gun was the little Taibao Zhangfa himself; it was also because this person's arms business was too big that he was arrested because of his special expertise. The military absorbed and used it, and finally improved the sample gun nearly two decades later.It's just that when Xu Laosan taught me the lesson about the underworld, we didn't know that the "T Seven-Five" would come out in four years, and we didn't know that its bullets would be fired. What is it like in meat. However——before Xiaowu and Sun Xiaoliu came to the village office! ——I have at least figured out a few things: Mr. Xu quit the gang not out of timidity and fear, but because he discovered the long-term nature, economic benefits and material basis of power in the underworld; one.In addition, regardless of whether the old gang or the new gang is in charge of the National Security Bureau, which is in charge of detection and prevention, and belongs to this bureau/!Secondary units such as the garrison headquarters, the Ministry of National Defense Intelligence Agency, and the Bureau of Investigation are related to a certain extent; this is the second.If there is anything else, those things that seem to have happened to other people in distant places many years ago must have a little relationship with me; Make it clear. "Unless you are someone who has reached this level and you are unhappy," Xu Laosan pulled out the pen from the cap, then stuffed it back, pulled it out, and stuffed it back again, like a tube; Zhana Pyromaniac nodded: "Otherwise there shouldn't be so many people blocking you just now." "why?" "Do you think that Zhulian Xiaotang sells motorcycles? How could they mobilize so many "dog chains" to surround the road? There must be someone from a higher level behind this—" Speaking of this, he He moved his pen back and forth between Hong Zizhan and the "Huh Ha Ercai", and said as if it was difficult to make a decision: "So I have always suspected that you have provoked someone in the government." "how is this possible--" He raised his other hand to stop me, and after thinking for a while, he said, "You don't have to be involved in politics to provoke people in the government. You must be clear about this. The reverse is also the same: people in the government It doesn’t have to be just politics. From my point of view, where there is no business, there is nothing—not even politics; where there is business, there is everything, and there is politics. If your old If the eldest brother is really a bachelor from the old Cao gang, it may get you involved in some kind of big business—what did you just say about Bodhisattva?" I read the erotic poem to Xu Laosan several times.No, he couldn't understand, so I grabbed the pen again, silently wrote on the back of the picture, and explained it to him word by word.In the end, even the "Yue Zipeng insider" who was the answer to the mystery was also said, but he almost didn't tell him: Master Peng is Yue Zipeng.Mr. Xu obviously neither knew that Master Peng was Yue Zipeng, nor did he think that there was any big business in the seven words "Yue Zipeng knows the insider". He took back the pen, turned over the paper, lit a cigarette, frowned and smoked. After a few mouthfuls, he said as if talking to himself: "You said that your big brother is engaged in movie props? No, the movie industry has no business to do, and it will collapse in three to five years. How can it be— —” "Movies are big business, aren't they?" Xu Laosan's triangular eyes slanted at me again, and said: "Say you have no knowledge? If your eldest brother is really a movie prop and a bachelor from the old Cao Gang, didn't he tell you about "The Bride?" With Me and Eighty Guns?" I was stunned for a moment, and then the scene of the Chinese New Year many years ago came back.Not only that, but the smell of gunpowder smoke after the long string of firecrackers exploded and the chill of the cold winter's nose and bone shaking also returned-accompanied by these, of course, there is also the story of Big Brother. In "The Bride and Me", a ring ring that was screened four times repeatedly, in "Cousin Wanjun", a bracelet that should be called "Jue", and the stone seal and ancient coins on the case of the county magistrate in "At Daybreak"— — came back in an instant. Xu Laosan rearranged the scenery of this world for me at this moment.In his words, the world is neither more complicated nor simpler, but "signboard" and "business" are completely different.If I can understand that the movie "The Bride and Me" is just a "signboard" of the "business" of eighty smuggled pistols, if I can understand that the movie "Cousin Wanjun" is just a "signature" of the "business" of Zongge Killing "Signboard"... and so on, I should understand that the entire film industry—between the 1940s and 1960s—was actually all a cover for the underworld or secret societies to transmit important messages, and all of them were another set of big films. It is just a tool for business; the funds that are actually supporting this entire industry behind the scenes also come from those big businesses.When these big businesses have more convenient or efficient tools—that is to say, when the underworld or secret societies no longer need to use movies to convey important messages; It's about to collapse." Looking at it with the triangular eyes of Mr. Xu, all other industries, like movies, are essentially the "signatures" of another big business that is secretly going on.The first example he gave was Hong Zizhan, the "Fire Overlord" who once had a relationship with him.Hong Zizhan’s old man, Hong Dazhan, used to be a receptionist after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. The relationship between the party and the government was "extremely good". Can't run out.But I gave birth to a son who loves to play with fire; set fire to neighbors today, and set fire to neighbors tomorrow.Later, a Xinsheng theater, an ammunition depot for the Air Force, a vegetable market of over 1,000 square meters, a whole row of wooden houses on Alishan, and a general hospital were burned down.In order to get a lot of money by the way, "Huobatian" also started a fire-fighting equipment business.Compared with arson, imported or even self-produced fire-fighting equipment is just a "signboard".But at another level, firefighting equipment is of course a big business. What is the "signature" of this big business?Youngest Xu squeezed his eyes twice at me, but I didn't say a word, but he gave me a half-smile!Crooked mouth, said: "This is the turn of politics!" It turned out that Hong Dazhan also saw that the firefighting equipment industry had a bright future, so he secretly spent a lot of money to bribe several legislators to propose a draft fire protection law.Hidden in this draft is a dead end more serious than anything else: fire appraisal must be entrusted to professional firefighting technicians.表面上看起来，这是义正辞严且合情入理的，但是这样的条文恰恰让火灾鉴定这项原本应该独立专司的工作变成消防人员的附属工作；换言之：台湾社会从此没有专业的火灾鉴识人员且永远不可能再有。这就是更高段的“招牌”了——徐老三接着说：“眞正高段的“招牌”就是你根本看不见、摸不着、闻不到它。它，似乎完全不存在。” 我听出无比的趣味来，有一种像是忽然来到一个陌生的地方、看见一片全新的景物、遇上一群从来没机会认识的人物，于是抢忙接着问道：“还有呢？还有呢？” 徐老三不慌不忙地还是用他那有如自言自语的腔调说：“我会给你一本册子，你很快就用得上了，急什么？我现在头痛的是：明明电影就要玩儿完了，没有眞正的生意可作了；你老大哥怎么还会把你卷进来呢？” “不不不，你搞错了，这张字谜已经是十七年前的东西了。” “你说什么？”徐老三的三角眼第一次瞪成圆的，且非常之圆：“十七年前？十七年前就是、就是民国五十四年。那——”他倏地摘了笔帽，把笔尖朝最初他画的第二个身上打“X”的小人儿身上一戳，帕克二十一透纸直榜楞杵进桌面一大截：“不就是老漕帮重整的那一年吗？万老爷子就死在那一年上。我脔！兄弟，你他妈吃不了兜着走。” 徐老三看来努力想要让自己不发抖，可是不成，嘴角上的烟头也不知在什么时候掉到地板上去了，他使劲儿用拖鞋底搓那烟头、一副要把它搓进地狱里去的模样。好半天顺过一口气来，绕着办公桌打转，转了五、六圈才又说：“那、那——这么些年都没有人找过你？” 我说字谜是才到手没几个月，可是我没把红莲和那四个猪八戒的一段告诉他——也许是我不想让任何人知道我和红莲之间的事，也许是我潜意识地不想面对徐老三所描述的这个诡异的世界——总之，就在我急着想躲开什么么的时候，孙小六和小五来了。