Song Zheyuan's adjutant weighed the ocean in his hand. Hey, on the territory of Song Dashen, he actually asked an officer from the Central Army to do good deeds and accumulate virtues. It was really ridiculous. He was about to kick him into his pocket as he said that, but for a moment he put it in his pocket, he hesitated for a moment and hid the ocean in the cushion of the rickshaw.

In the car, the adjutant asked Leng Feng: "Sir, how do you... know that this rickshaw is not theirs?"

Leng Feng closed his eyes: "Radiocars are all car-cars. Some coachmen have been driving radiocars all their lives. The biggest wish is to have a radiocar of their own. A better radiocar can be sold for 180 yuan, and a cheaper one costs more than 100 yuan. Not to mention coachmen, can you get it?"

The adjutant bit his tongue: "A hundred dollars acres..." If he did not have the usual filial piety of others, he would probably not be able to afford a rickshaw if he had the little military pay.

After thinking about this, the adjutant driving secretly glanced at Leng Feng. Could this person really be able to borrow money from the God of Wealth?

I guess there must be nothing good when Song Zheyuan called me overnight. As expected, Leng Feng was so tired of Song Zheyuan's stinky face. OK, you really won't laugh?

"What do you want to do? I agreed to find the bad luck of the Japanese, why do you want to turn over my old accounts?!" Song Zheyuan questioned her face.

Leng Feng spread his hands and said, "I've agreed? Who has agreed to whom? I told you, did you tell me? As the saying goes, it will come naturally, but I think the canal must be formed first and then divert water. That is the channel you want. If the water flows by itself, the water will flow there, it may not be necessary. Maybe it will be flooded, don't you think?"

Song Zheyuan can't hear the voice-over, it's obvious that if you, Song Zheyuan, don't blame me for rushing into your Dragon King Temple.

"What if I tell you, what if you checked me, there is something about me?"

Leng Feng yelled again and said, "Then this is the evidence that Jinling wants!"

Song Zheyuan stood up: "But I can still say that you can't take away these evidences, and Jinling can't see them. Are you useless?

Leng Feng decided to play again this time: "Captain Song has a bad memory. I remember what I said. Our Fuxing Society never needs evidence. If I want evidence in Jinling, if I am diligent, I can take away everything from the safe from you. If I am too lazy to move, I will just make a so-called real evidence, which is a matter of minutes. Commander Song, you should understand that if we do too much such a thing, we are afraid that you will not succeed?"

"Shameless!" Song Zheyuan said these two words to Leng Feng for the second time, and he was also sulking. He said that one's mistakes will lead to wisdom. Song Zheyuan was choked by Leng Feng's same words, but this time he still didn't have a memory.

"What do you want! How about it!!!" Song Zheyuan completely jumped.

When I heard such a big noise outside the door, I almost rushed in, but was stopped by the adjutant outside. Now I can only make a bad thing when I go in. If my superior detains Leng Feng once more, there will be no excuse.

"Captain Song, I still mean that. Tell me the clues about General Cheng Qian's assassination, and I just pretend that I didn't see such a thing."

Song Zheyuan gritted his teeth: "Do you know you're playing with fire!!!"

Here comes again! Leng Feng rolled his eyes: "You just play with fire, do you know if you play with fire? It's just a matter of exchanging interests. If you don't change a word, how can you know so much or not?"

"Okay! OK! Cheng Qian's work is indeed done by the Japanese. I'll tell you, okay."

"Okay, okay! It's Japanese, please tell me, you can tell me, I'll know as soon as I start on the train. What's the difference between you and only giving the final result for the exam? What's the problem-solving process?" Leng Feng couldn't help but say it. The second thing he hated was that he finally found the answer to the big question, but there was only the final result, and there was no problem-solving process. So what's the first hatred? That's just a little.

"It was not done by Kenji Doihara, but this matter has nothing to do with him. I suspect it was from the Northeast and South Manchuria Railway, because it was also the Kwantung Army who wanted to intervene in Peking. I can only say so much." Song Zheyuan wanted to speak but stopped.

Leng Feng hummed: "You don't want to offend both ends, and in the end you won't be able to fall behind! Commander Song, discuss cooperation with the Japanese and seek skin with the tiger."

"You don't need to talk nonsense! I can see the ambition of the Japanese wolfish man, and you don't need to remind me!" Song Zheyuan was not angry.

Leng Feng clapped his hands: "Since Commander Song knows this simple truth, then I will pretend that I didn't see your little ones. To put it bluntly, your little moves are not enough to be on the table, and you don't need to worry, everything is for the fight against Japan."

Song Zheyuan was stunned for a moment and said to himself: "To fight against Japan... Ha! OK! Then I will do my good deeds to the end, you can take that Du Zhiyou away! He has been locked up by me for half a year."

Leng Feng bowed: "Forget it, you'd better give him to Jinling. I haven't finished this matter yet, I have to serve him, it's not troublesome enough."

Song Zheyuan was stunned again: "It is said that he is your classmate in Germany."

Leng Feng was impatient: "You checked it very clearly. Why didn't you check I was fired from Germany?"

"Okay, no matter which pot you don't open, you can pick it up. Okay, since you don't want to take him, I will keep him locked up. Anyway, Jinling doesn't want to accept it. I, Song Zheyuan, am poor, and I can also take care of his own meals."

"Hey?" Leng Feng heard that Song Zheyuan seemed to be locking Du Zhiyou, so he said, "Forget it, you'd better let him go. At worst, I'll leave you here for a few days. When I finish the business, I'll definitely get him away and it won't be your eyes. He's already seen me in prison. If he goes out and talks, I'll be unhappy with the streets to know about this mess."

Listening to Leng Feng's Beijing accent, Song Zheyuan couldn't help laughing. No wonder he was so arrogant. He almost forgot that Leng Feng was the famous master of Peking.

"Okay, I promise you, but you have to solve it as soon as possible. I will save a lot of nights and dreams, so I'm in trouble here."

"Trade" Leng Feng bowed his hand and was about to leave, but Song Zheyuan called him again: "Hey, have you heard of the Sanhe Gang in the south of the city?"

Sanhe Gang? Leng Feng blinked and said, "I have some impression. It is said that the ones who started are all from the Lianjiazi and the Bagua Sect."

Song Zheyuan kept silent and made a gesture to see him off.

Could it be that the gangs in Peking are also involved?! No! What changes have happened in Peking in the past two years I have been away!
Chapter completed!