.In the 1980s, foreign exchanges were increasing, and the descendants of the dragon who had been in seclusion for decades once expressed that the world was so small. So how far was the descendants of the Chinese forty or fifty years ago from the so-called modern civilization?

As for Cheng Jiaji's personal experience, China in this era did not want to be as obstructive as people imagined in later generations. Of course, this kind of understanding is just the patent of some "elite" elements. Although Cheng Jiaji hates the "reactionary" word "elite", even he himself cannot deny that today, Cheng Jiaji is indeed one of the "strong men" who have turned upside down in this troubled world.

On June 7, Hong Kong, Kotodian Road, Kowloon, Hong Kong, Du Mansion, second floor guest room.

Cheng Jiaji, who lived a battlefield where he lived in a panting and a life and death in a flash two or three days ago, went through Yu Sangu's naked fragrance that was enough to make people linger. After a lot of trouble, he got out.

After taking a deep breath of the morning light that was not worthy of smoke, Cheng Jiaji walked to the outer room with a slight smell of smoke, and then summoned Ma Sanbao, who was sleeping outside, and explained it. Under the escort of Tu Jingguo who had been waiting at the entrance of the corridor, he put on plain clothes and walked towards Hong Kong, immersed in the singing of birds and flowers.

Although the sky was only dark, the hawking sounds along the street, the groups of workers wearing various work clothes marked with factory names and store names, staff in rickshaw suits and ties, foreigners with high noses and heads raised, and food stalls surrounded by people eating breakfast all indicate that this international city with 1.6 million people has entered a new day.

After arriving at this time and space, Cheng Jiaji has not experienced the vitality of the city awakening in the mainland. To be honest, not only Chongqing, Chengdu and Wuhan are even better than here, but even the small Guilin has its own unique local characteristics to compete with.

But this Hong Kong gave Cheng Jiaji a sense of inexplicable freshness. But he couldn't tell why he felt this way. Until he walked into a tea restaurant full of people, Cheng Jiaji had some realization from the few old men who closed their eyes and savored tea not far away. Peace? It made Hong Kong look "outstanding" and was undoubtedly filled with peace in every street and alley of the city. Thinking of this, Cheng Jiaji couldn't help but feel mixed feelings. At this moment, when Shenzhou was swaying and wars everywhere, Hong Kong, which had been harboring the "world robbers" who had been rampant for a hundred years, was able to survive without saying that it was the tragedy of the Chinese nation. From the prosperous and prosperous market, it seemed that it had also obtained the opportunity for rapid development from the national crisis. This could not be said to be the sorrow of the Chinese nation!

"Brother Situ, have you read the newspaper today? The Japanese have indeed declared war on France! It seems that the Japanese have taken over the Japanese in Guangzhou Bay... It's all the things that happened in the past few days. You reminded me last time. I took off all the goods stationed in Guangzhou Bay, otherwise I would have lost a lot this time. Tonight I will set up two tables in Deyixuan to express my feelings. You have to come!" A white-haired old man with a bright gaze exuded a shrewd and strong temperament on his body. He thanked him continuously to a simple and honest old man wearing cloth and crane hair and a young face sitting opposite him.

"What's there to celebrate? The French ghosts were defeated, and the German ghosts were defeated. Hong Kong is becoming less and less secure."

After hearing the unfinished words from the honest old man, the smart old man looked confused, obviously not understanding the truth, but Cheng Jiaji's heart trembled. As a "prophet", he naturally understood the meaning of the honest old man's words. After the French were finished, the British, with only the strength to support themselves, and the mainland of Great Britain was in danger. The Saxons who were strong outside and fought at the same time, also had the strength to protect the comprehensiveness of their Asian colonies. How could the greedy Japanese wolf let go of the big fat piece of Hong Kong?

"The old man is very knowledgeable." Cheng Jiaji, who was happy to see the hunt, couldn't help but interrupt.

There was no response, and it was obvious that he didn't like to pay attention to him as a stranger.

How could Cheng Jiaji be dismissed by the temporary cold situation? The smoke of war for several years was soaked up, and I dare not say anything else. The stubbornness unique to his soldiers was actually keeping pace with the times.

I saw that he sat on the chair at the other person's table with a thick face. He looked like he was a bit scoundrel.

Seeing this, the strong old man frowned and received a signal to see a few bodyguards sitting on the other side and quickly surrounded him and acted as a driving force. The other side of the house Tu San leaned over slowly and stood in front of Cheng Jiaji. He saw a meaningless conflict that was about to break out.

"Brother He, please take it away. Those few of your subordinates are not able to defeat others." The honest old man said so lightly, but his power was really powerful. The powerful old man who was called Brother He immediately waved his back and seemed to know that he was the subordinate of Lian Jiazi.

"You are a disciple of the Swallow Sect, you are from the Southern Sect!" This time it was Tu Jingguo's turn to sweat in a cold sweat. He only made a gesture. Not only did he recognize his martial arts skills at a glance, he even said the sect at all. Ren Tu Jingguo came to the north and made such a vision. This was the first time that a person with such eyes met. Could it be that he had met the elder in the sect?

"Tu Jingguo, the sixth-generation disciple of Yanzimen Nanzong Yifang, met his senior, and dared to ask for his senior's name. (Reading on mobile phone 1 6 k .cn)" Tu Jingguo, who had long regarded himself as a soldier, no sense of belonging to the world. This can be seen from the fact that he has no shortage of etiquette in his mouth, but his hands have not dissipated any strength.

"Forget it! You don't think of yourself as a gangster, and you're a white-handed person. Look at this style of standing, you are a soldier! The domestic war is tight, and you're still idle to wander around in the colorful world of Hong Kong. I'm afraid you're not a competent soldier!" Cheng Jiaji understood why he didn't wait for him anymore. It turned out that he was treating himself as a soldier who was not doing his job properly. What kind of character is Cheng Jiaji? He has to be unreasonable, let alone the old man is obviously wronged. It would be strange if he wants to complain.

"Old man, you are so bad. After fighting with the Japanese for two or three years, I dare not say how much credit the country and nation have made. I have climbed in and out a few times. I think the four words "qualified soldier" are still worthy of not being able to bear it." Cheng Jiaji was a little angry and was so angry that he replied.

"Tell me. I've fought those wars!" Hearing this, the old man was amused and asked in a teasing tone.

"Xuzhou, northern Anhui, Wuhan, Nanchang, and the autumn counterattack. The boys were lucky enough to participate in these battles." Cheng Jiaji shouldn't be so cunning. But he had already seen from the old man in the common clothes and the old man in the Chinese costume that neither of them was an ordinary person. If he could make friends, it would be of great help to take advantage of the opportunity of the gang conference to come to Hong Kong to contact overseas Chinese businessmen and raise military supplies for the New Twenty Army. Since he had this idea, he would have to boast about it.

"Oh! I have fought a lot of battles. I don't know what I know. Everyone says that the Japanese have been on a downward trend for more than a year. Let me talk about it, on the day of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, you national guards carrying guns and eating food. You overseas wanderers have to wait for a few years." Perhaps it was the role of Cheng Jiaji's glorious history. The old man's attitude towards Cheng Jiaji was a little better.

When talking about this, Cheng Jiaji was confident. He immediately copied the "high theory" that he said in front of officers above the army that evaluated the national strength of China and Japan in front of the army and above. He heard the two old men nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

The two talks were very speculative, but the most surprising thing was that from beginning to end, the two old people did not care about Cheng Jiaji's origin, and Cheng Jiaji did not ask the two newly recognized "year-old friends". After chatting for a while, they went their separate ways. In the end, they only knew each other's surnames and didn't even know the names.

"Military throne, is it just a blind waste of time!" Cheng Jiaji just smiled indifferently in the face of Tu Jingguo's complaints. He firmly believed that he would meet these two old men again soon.

It’s not sure, people think so too. Cheng Jiaji thought to himself in his heart.

This meal was much more morning tea than eating, and it took quite a long time. When Cheng Jiaji returned to Du Mansion, Yu Sangu had already gotten up and dressed up in the guest room for half a night.

Confused by the charming attitude of the third aunt's beauty who fell asleep in spring, Cheng Jiaji did something that he could not do, drawing his eyebrows.

"No, don't show off!" Yu Sangu, who was used to being pulled by Cheng Jiaji's hand, made his face hurt, while snatching the eyebrow pencil on Cheng Jiaji's hand that he had used as a carving knife.

The young couple snatched each other in the room, and they were rubbing each other. There was a good idea. If they didn't fight, they would hit the bed "if they didn't pay attention". Next, the traditional drama that was not suitable for children was a traditional drama.

After a long time, the moans in the room that made people feel bone-absorbent and soul-absorbing, and the moans stopped. After a long time, the two men who were lying in embrace each other gradually recovered their physical energy.

"Haoran, Master said that there are too many seniors at the evening meeting. You are attending as a guest. Be sure to speak less and listen more. Don't interrupt. The master will arrange other things." After all, it was Yunyu's first sight, and the coquettishness of the third aunt in his speech made Cheng Jiaji feel distracted, not to mention that her outfit showed a scent of intoxicating and rosy skin.

"I know." Cheng Jiajiqiang replied after calming himself. When he thought of the gang rules and etiquette of the Hong Kong police and gangster films in later generations, he felt his scalp numb for no reason. His scalp was numb and his scalp numb. Since he had experienced the value of Mr. Du's small business card in Chongqing, he had realized that Cheng Jiaji, who had such a huge potential in China and the entire Chinese world, was unwilling to miss it anyway, and he had the opportunity to get in touch with those big guys who had stomping their feet and waves several feet high.

Everything is to drive the Japanese out of the country one day earlier. For this reason, it is just joining the Qing Gang and Hongmen as a member of the gang. What a big deal? This is indeed Cheng Jiaji's real idea. If it weren't for this idea, he would have been a magnificent military throne with tens of thousands of soldiers. Why would he have to take the charge of leaving his post without hesitation? He only greeted his immediate boss Lieutenant General Huang in private and ran to Hong Kong thousands of miles away.

Cheng Jiaji was disappointed, perhaps because the level of the big guys who came here was too high, there was no spectacular scene of pretending to be a ghost and opening the incense hall as he had imagined.

Although I was mentally prepared, the seven or eight real worlds that had already been present, each of them, each of which was based on the powerful strength and wide distribution of the red bosses, still made Cheng Jiaji, the native bun, have an illusion that he was watching the UN summit.

"Boss Du, this time, Mr. Zan summoned us to come, but we have to discuss the big plan. It is not appropriate for you to bring an outsider here!" Before Cheng Jiaji could come back from his shock, someone was going to cause trouble for him.

"Boss Ji, this is just a late junior. Although I am not in the help, I am also a son-in-law in the gang. I am not all outsiders. He is just here to open my eyes. Please forgive me." Boss Du said that everything was said to this. In the past, no one brought relatives and friends to watch the ceremony. The other party should not have been entangled. But, Mr. Ji, who is based in Shandong and Hebei, was in the early years with the French Concession and Public Concession in Shanghai.

Boss Du and his brothers have been dealing with each other for an opium business several times. One side is not a strong dragon, but the other side is much more powerful than the local snake. I would like to know the result of the "my brothers" fight. If Boss Ji, who has been hated for so many years, had not been due to the prestige, seniority, and weight of the convener of this conference, he would not dare to act rashly. Boss Ji, who has always been diligent in hand, would not be so polite.

"Brother Du, that's not what he said. Outsiders are always outsiders. This party is incomparable. If there is a leak of the news, can you, Brother Du, afford it?"

Boss Du, who was holding a "gossip" as a gold envoy, could bear this excitement. Just as he was about to slap his chest and stomach to make a promise for Cheng Jiaji, a peaceful and peaceful voice with a strong Guangdong accent came from outside the door, "I'll be a guarantee, can I succeed!"

As the words fell, the room of people looking at the mighty and arrogant came, and stood up in a low head. Looking at their expressions and movements at this moment, there was still a great pleasure. The giant's majesty was clearly a group of good kids leaning over and close to their ears!

Everyone's expression changed, only Cheng Jiaji showed joy on his face. He had already heard the tone. This tone clearly belonged to the old Mr. Situ who broke up with him in the morning!
Chapter completed!