The journey starts from the Titanic

He Wenxiu looked at Nanhai's direction, far, far away, but Zhang Chengdong and Situ Yong beside him could feel the man's confidence and strength.

In 1922, apart from the lack of peace in the south, after two years of filth, the Zhifeng in the north finally couldn't help but start, and a bigger Zhifeng war was about to come.

"We don't participate in matters in the north. But we can do some small moves towards Hunan and Jiangxi." Chen Jiongming said at the Big Three meeting in Guangdong.After two years, the inter-provincial autonomy has achieved some results, and various industries are developing rapidly. If it is for a while, it will not affect social construction.

"It makes sense. We should seize the favorable opportunity to establish a model province in a province as soon as possible, and strive to establish a relatively complete steel industry in the next few years. This is the basis for a prosperous province and a strong army. If possible, we You can also sell some supplies to them, and it's not bad to earn some money to supplement the household." Situ Meideng laughed.

"That's it." Deng Keng nodded, looking regretful.After the training, although the number of the Cantonese army has been reduced a lot, and the combat effectiveness has been greatly improved, Deng Keng hopes that there will be an actual battle to test the results.

"Shi Yuan, don't be discouraged. We don't mix things in the north, but things in the south can be lively." Situ Meideng laughed.

"Oh? It's coming to the world?" Deng Keng and Chen Jiongming looked at Situ Meideng with scorching eyes. They were also very concerned about Nanyang.

"It should be soon. If your hands are itchy, the Cantonese army can send some troops to fight. Fighting foreigners is better than fighting a civil war." Situ Meideng smiled.

"Yeah. I'll go back and study it." Deng Keng was a little moved.

Chapter 34

In early spring in March, the earth returned to green, and the weather in Shanghai was still chilly.

After a difficult year, the city has gradually recovered from the tide of communication, and the once-popular art of jumping on the Huangpu River has gradually stopped.

Jiang Weiji spent an unforgettable year in the Huang Mansion, and got acquainted with the leaders of the Qing Gang.The only thing that made him a little worried was the man in black, but he didn't seem to bother him.

Jiang Weiji followed Huang Jinrong, before and after the horse, and waited on him diligently.

Coming out of the noisy stage, he felt a little bored.

"Although the days of playing hooliganism are prestigious, it’s just that it’s meaningless after a long time. Collecting protection fees, selling opium, and watching casinos seem to slowly corrode people’s fighting spirit in a dark and corrupt life. This Is this kind of life what I want?" Jiang Weiji asked himself.

Thinking of seeing Lu Lanchun singing a play, the hooligans around him yelled at him crudely and felt a little uncomfortable.

Go to Fujian?There are few soldiers there, there is really no hope, but a group of Cantonese brothers are controlling, and they will be rejected if they go.

God, what should I do?How to display this ambition?

The night sky of the magic city is always so misty, and the stars can't be seen clearly, as if it was cast a thick shadow.

Can't find the answer.

After Jiang Weiji smoked a cigarette, he was about to return to the Republic Theater. Huang Jinrong should have finished watching the play soon.

As he entered, Jiang Weiji thought to himself—the next moment, I should show up in the bathhouse, right?

One of the hobbies of Boss Huang in his life is the bathhouse. During this period of time, after eating, drinking and having fun behind Huang Jinrong, Jiang Weiji has also become whiter.Putting down the debts, a little bit relaxed and fat.

He clicked in, the climax part of the play was singing.It may be that the two days of being honored by the golden honor are more powerful, Lu Lanchun is a little embarrassed, and has a few notes.

However, those hooligans who joined early still yelled cooperatively: "Good job." While shaking his head, there was an indescribable enjoyment.

Huang Jinrong frowned slightly, but after hearing the cheers of the crowd, he laughed again.

"It's really a group of foodies, no knowledge, this is good too? But Lu Lanchun is her own woman, and she loses her face if she doesn't perform well. Fortunately, these bastards have no knowledge."

Huang Jinrong thought to himself.

"What a shit! The girls in the alley outside sing better than here!" A cold drink sounded uncomfortably.

Ok?

The voice came from a box, and a young man in white clothes fluttered with disdain.With two entourages beside him, they looked a little arrogant.

Huang Jinrong looked at a young white-clothed youth with a frenzied look across the distance, and couldn't help but come up.

The kid there, dare to run wild on Huang Ye's site?

Huang Jinrong was angry, and the consequences were serious. Even the pockmarks on his old face were blooming. He threw off the towel and shouted angrily: "What a crazy kid, look for a fight!"

"Fight!" Huang Cai, who was following him, obediently agreed.

Suddenly a group of wolves like tigers rushed into the box, playing table tennis, and there came the sound of falling to the ground and shouting.

The white-clothed young man had few people and couldn't stand it up, and he didn't expect the other party to rush over if he didn't agree.

"what!"

He let out a scream, was picked up by his clothes, and slapped his fists on his handsome face.

"what!"

"what!"

"Little gangster, let you not know what is good or bad! Don't look at whose site this is?" Huang Cai rushed over, akimbo, bowing left and right, cursing, and fanning the little white cheek. give up.

Under the repairs of the thugs, the little white face became a very abstract face, and it is estimated that only the legendary Jian Liang Quan can be restored.

Huang Jinrong was sitting on the armchair, and the screams from not far away made him very enjoyable.

"Yeah, that's enough. Let's take a look at the other party's backing first?" Jiang Weiji reminded him after the shouting over there weakened.

"Yeah. That's fine. Let me see which little guy is so unruly. Bring it over!" Huang Jinrong smiled.

After a while, a very abstract face with a swollen nose was dragged in front of him.

"Little Chi, you are not very tugged..." Huang Jin Ronggang cursed, but suddenly he was speechless as if he was strangling his throat, and looked at the weak young man in front of him with surprise.

At this time he recognized that the embarrassed son in front of him was Lu Xiaojia, one of the most coquettish sons in Shanghai.

I always take two attendants into and out of Shanghai nightclubs and dance halls.And I love white, so I always swagger through the market in white.

However, the white suit at this moment was in tatters, and no longer showed a trace of elegance.

Hit Lu Xiaojia?

Huang Jinrong couldn't believe it. Although he tried to keep his face calm, he got up early in his heart with the stormy sea.

This surprise is extraordinary!

Lu Xiaojia is the son of Zhejiang Governor Lu Yongxiang, and his power is in the southeast. Shanghai's guardian He Fenglin is Lu Yongxiang's subordinate. The opponent holds a heavy soldier, but it is not possible for him to be a gangster!

What should I do if I got into trouble?

Huang Jinrong's big eyes were round and round, flashing again and again, and a trace of cold sweat slowly emerged.The one in my heart was scared, surprised, regretful, and couldn't tell.

Calm and calm, he tried his best to press his trembling body.

At this time, Lu Xiaojia eased his anger, lying on the ground, looking at Jinrong with a bitter expression on his face.