Since the Fengtian Incident, it took just three months. Japan captured the three provinces of Kyrgyzstan, Black and Liaodong.

Because Commander Zhang of the Northeast Army resolutely implemented the “non-resistance” policy, more than 200,000 Northeastern Chinese troops watched the three provinces of Northeast China occupied by less than 50,000 people from Kanto, Japan, and they had to leave Jinzhou in despair.

As soon as the news spread, the whole country was shocked. At this time, Shanghai is already in midwinter. People’s hearts are even colder in severe cold weather. People can vaguely perceive that the sky is changing.

Several major events have happened in Shanghai recently. One is that the struggle between the Hong Gang and the Qing Gang suddenly rose to a white-hot stage. The whole Shanghai Beach is panicking. The second was the death of several defiant figures, a president of the East China Newspaper, a vice president of the Red Cross, and a head of the Nanjing Government Special Branch. Among them, the president died in the Hong Gang’s smokehouse. The cause of death was an overdose of opium.

Of course, the ordinary citizens have no way of knowing the other identity of these people, only that they are living in troubled times and dreaming of death. These days, one or two people are as common as the death of one or two dogs.

Because it was the newspaper’s president who died, the newspapers and colleagues have been using public opinion pressure to accuse Hong of the current national crisis, and they have poisoned the people with opium, indulged in armed fighting under the turmoil, and have no sense of patriotism. Seeing the big from the small, it is almost as if all the hats of Japanese invasion of China are pinned to the head of Hong Gang.

Every day, college students and some “people of insight” come to block the door and march in the smoking hall.

Luo Fusheng directly ordered the temporary closure of all smokehouses, and this was a short-term calm. But the elderly in Hou Li’s group were very dissatisfied and clamored to stand on their own. The smokehouse is the largest source of income for the Honggang. Without the smokehouse, the entire Honggang’s rations will be halved. It is normal for them to be upset.

These uncle generations were born and died with Hong Zhengbao at the beginning, and he couldn’t directly refute the face. He simply claimed that the illness was kept behind closed doors in Hong’s house, and that he left everything in the gang to Luo Fusheng to take care of.

In the teahouse, Luo Fusheng is drinking tea with Luo Cheng and Hong Bang.

Suddenly, after a Hong Bang brother drank tea, his face turned blue, foaming at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground. Luo Fusheng’s eyesight was quick, and he quickly knocked out the teacup in Luo Cheng’s hand. The “tea” splashed on the ground and immediately corroded the tiles.

Luo Fusheng touched the poisoned man again, and his breath was gone. Luo Cheng got up and took a look, and found that the person disguised as a small second poisoning him had run away without a trace.

In the western restaurant, Luo Fusheng was having dinner with brothers Luo Cheng and Hong Bang, and a brother from the Qing Gang who pretended to be a waiter brought a plate of covered main dishes to the table.

Luo Cheng was anxious and opened the lid in advance, but saw a pistol inside. The waiter grabbed a pistol and fired at Luo Fusheng. Luo Cheng hurriedly protected Luo Fusheng and fell on the ground. He was shot in the arm. The waiter was shot dead, and a tattoo of the Green Gang was found on his hand.

Luo Fusheng went to the hospital to explore Luo Cheng, passing by the downtown area, Luo Fusheng saw Luo Cheng’s favorite lotus leaf cake on the roadside, so he got off the car to buy it. In order not to block the entire street, Luo Fusheng told the driver to go straight to the hospital and wait for him. Anyway, it’s no more than one street away.

The car had just traveled less than a hundred meters, and it hit the ground and exploded, and the car was blown into the sky. In the loud explosion, Luo Fusheng crushed the lotus leaf cake in his hand.

At the gate of the brothel, Hu Qi was dangling cigarettes, his clothes were disheveled, and the spring breeze was proud.

Last time on the dock, Qian Kuohai rescued him. Order the Hong Gang children, especially the Luo Fusheng, to be killed. Hu Qi saw the two factions fighting, but the king did not see the king. Joyously reported the information to the Red Pill Association, asking them to wait for the profit.

He Yang Zhenwu was very satisfied, and secretly sent people to help Hu Qi kill Luo Fusheng. Although he did not succeed several times, he also greatly slapped Hong Bang’s spirit. For this reason, Hu Qi’s revenge pleasure reached its extreme.

He just came out of the brothel with the Qinggang brothers. Suddenly, a car on the road rushed towards them. Hu Qi pushed the brothers and hid himself to the side. The car knocked the little brother into the air and drove away. Hu Qi was still in shock, but forced to calm down, but the smoke in his mouth had burned out, he didn’t know it, and he was so hot.

In the underground ballroom, Hu Qizheng hugged beautiful women in bikinis from left to right, watching the beautiful women dancing striptease on the stage, enjoying the moment of lewdness.

The stripper winked at Hu Qi while slowly taking off her skirt. Hu Qi didn’t blink his eyes, but saw the dancing girl suddenly took out a few flying knives from the corset, and after a few swishes, the flying knives came towards Hu Qi through the air.

“Ah!” Hu Qi screamed, turned over and hid behind the sofa. Except for the first throwing knife stabbed to the back. The rest was inserted into the sofa.

The gangsters reacted with random shots. There was nowhere to dodge in the small space. The stripper fell to the ground with several shots. Hu Qi also vented a few shots at her corpse.

Hu Qi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he knew that Luo Fusheng had begun to counterattack.

The dispute between the two factions became more and more troublesome, and even the whole of Shanghai was in turmoil. The smoking halls of the Qing Gang and Hong Gang were closed at the same time, and the goods of the Red Pill Club were difficult to move, and the backlog was increasing. If you want to reap the benefits of a long-term fisherman, at least the current survival problem must be solved. So Nashimoto came forward in the future.

At the gate of Ningyuan, Luo Fusheng got off the car of the Red Pill Club. Today, Limoto asked Qian Kuohai to come to Ningyuan to mediate with him.

When he got out of the car, he saw another somewhat familiar black car parked at the gate of Ningyuan. Without thinking too much, he stepped into the garden.

The maid led him to a corner, which seemed to be the direction of the back garden. He was suspicious, how could such a serious matter be discussed in the garden?

“Your Royal Highness is in the garden? Is Qian Kuohai here?” Luo Fusheng asked the maid who led the way.

That maidservant is Japanese, and he is far from the neat Chinese of Limoto Miku and He Yang Zhenwu . He shook his head timidly: “No… I don’t know…”

Luo Fusheng is no longer embarrassed, he will be at ease when he comes. Follow her to the backyard garden.

I saw a glass flower house from a distance, and there was no place in it last time. Presumably Nashimoto was built on a whim. Through the glass door, Limoto Miku can be seen bending over to trim an orchid.

He pushed the door in, with a petting smile on his face. “In the future, I’m very interested.”

Rimoto Miku heard his voice, straightened up and turned around, smiling and holding his hand. “You’re here?”

“How can I meet at this place?”

“I have a surprise for you!” Limoto Miku smiled pretendingly.

“Alright…” A girl stood up from under the flower stand holding a bunch of flowers, and she was taken aback when she saw Luo Fusheng suddenly appearing in front of her.

Luo Fusheng was also taken aback, the cynical smile on his face could not be recovered in the future. How could Wakame appear in the flower room of Nashimoto Miku? Luo Fusheng was full of doubts and clenched his fists in his pocket.

“I asked Miss Lin to come over and help me match the roses.” Liben took the bunch of flowers from Lin Ruomeng in the future and handed them to Luo Fusheng. “Happy birthday! For your birthday present, this is a black rose delivered by air from Byzantium. This is the only bunch in Shanghai.”

The black rose in Luo Fusheng’s arms is thick black and red, and the flower shape is exquisite and unique, shining with black gold velvet luster. It was sprinkled with a layer of white glitter, and there was a circle of blue enchantress outside. Very coquettish and chic.

“The bare black rose always feels that something is missing, so I asked Miss Lin to come over and help me match it. Ruomeng understands flowers. The bouquet of flowers in your hand comes from her handwriting. How about? Is it beautiful?”

He doesn’t remember that today is his birthday. He doesn’t like birthdays. In the past birthdays, Hong Lan gave him a bowl of birthday noodles. I didn’t expect Limoto to know his birthday from somewhere in the future. ” Pretty, thank you.”

“How about it? I said he would like it?” Liben looked at Lin Ruomeng with Luo Fusheng’s hand happily in the future.

[“Ruomeng, today is a very important person’s birthday. I want to send him a bunch of flowers, can you help me figure out what color roses to match?” Limoto future took out black roses to Lin Ruomeng in distress.

“Liben, you invited me to the house for this flower? It seems to be an important person. Man?” Lin Ruomeng teased her with a smile.

Since the last encounter with the flower shop, Limoto has built this glass flower house in Ningyuan in the future. Lin Ruomeng was invited to come over every three hours to give suggestions on the design of the garden.

Lin Ruomeng likes this flower house, and also likes Limoto’s temperament. As soon as they went back and forth, the two became acquainted. But because of her Japanese identity, Lin Ruomeng always had a trace of grievance in her heart. It just doesn’t show up on the face.

“Yeah.” Limoto nodded her head shyly in the future. The emotion of liking overflowed from the bottom of the eyebrows, and Lin Ruomeng certainly saw the girl’s mind.

She didn’t ask any more, just as which Japanese young talent was. “Does Japanese Life Chenxing send flowers?”

“He is not Japanese.” Limoto Miku fiddling with the bluegrass in front of him, talking to Lin Ruomeng who chose the flowers from the flower stand.

“Hiss.” The rose thorn plunged into Lin Ruomeng’s finger, and blood beads appeared. She sucked in her mouth. There was a strange hunch in my heart suddenly.

Until I heard the voice of him pushing the door in.

It really was him. 】

“It turns out that today is your birthday.” Lin Ruomeng was surprised that his voice was so bitter. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” Luo Fusheng lowered his eyes and looked at the black rose in his arms seriously, like a baby. Too. How can you not cherish this bunch of black roses.

“Fusheng, do you know what the black rose’s flower language is?” Limoto put her hands around Luo Fusheng’s neck in a kiss. Seeing him shaking his head, her lips lightly opened, and she approached his ears and said with a volume that only three people could hear: “You are a demon, and you belong to me.”

That gesture was like kissing, and Lin Ruomeng began to recognize it. So I didn’t see Luo Fusheng’s eyes falling on her.

“His Royal Highness, the Lord Qian has arrived at the gate.” A servant at the door of the flower room announced in Japanese.

Rika let go of him in the future. “Qian Kuohai is here, let’s go to the front hall.”

Said with Lin Ruomeng again. “Let’s talk about some things. If Meng can sit in the flower room and play for a while, when things are done, we will go to Yingmanlou for lunch together.”

As the name suggests, Yingmanlou is a Japanese restaurant opened by the Japanese in Shanghai, which serves Japanese cuisine. Sushi, sashimi. Most of the time only the Japanese will visit. Lin Ruomeng couldn’t get used to it either.

“You are busy, don’t care about me. I’ll leave first. I’ll eat dinner next time.” Lin Ruomeng picked up the small handbag on the flower table and was about to leave.

What I want to talk about is indeed an important matter, and Rika will no longer hold it in the future. “All right. Floating, let’s see Miss Lin together.”

Listening to this, it looks like a family.

Luo Fusheng and Li Ben walked in front of them arm in arm, Lin Ruomeng walked behind and looked at their backs, like a pair of biren.

The three of them walked close to the gate and saw a strong man wearing a black robe and a mustache coming in.

“Leader Qian, you are here. We are about to come out to welcome him.” Liben saw Qian Kuohai in the future and let go of Luo Fusheng’s hand to greet him. After all, people who come to be the mediator don’t have too obvious biases.

It seemed that Liben couldn’t take care of herself for a while, the door was in front, and Lin Ruomeng decided to take a step forward.

Suddenly she heard Luo Fusheng’s voice coming from her without emotion, the voice was very small, but she heard clearly. He says. “Don’t come again.”

She was not sure if he was talking to her, but looking back at him, he had already walked towards the other two.

The result of the mediation was unexpectedly smooth, and Luo Fusheng was willing to cut out half of the smoking hall to take care of Qian Kuohai, and the profit was divided into 50-50. All the channels for purchasing from the Red Pill Club must continue to be in the hands of Luo Fusheng, not Hong Bang, but him. Hou Li is now taking over the docks in Shanghai, and he asks the Red Pills to change their cargo to a nearby city port and land. Qian Kuohai also promised to stop hurting Hong Bang disciples.

Nashimoto prepared the agreement in triplicate. The three signed and exchanged.

Qian Kuohai got up and shook hands with Luo Fusheng. “Later, I have already seen it. Hong Zhengbao is old, and the future of the Hong Gang is yours.”

Luo Fusheng showed a conceited smile. “That’s natural.”