Chapter 346 It’s time to change the leader of the Ax Gang

Chapter 346 It’s time to change the leader of the Ax Gang

"You just laughed, right?"

"I"

Although she didn't want to admit it, Bai Xiuzhu still nodded and hummed: "They didn't mess with you, so you hit them on the head for no reason. It's really too much."

"Didn't he mess with you?" Zheng Jirong sat next to her, put his hands on the back edge of the sofa, looked at Bai Xiuzhu and asked, "Are you feeling better this time?"

"Yeah, it's okay." Bai Xiuzhu deliberately turned her head to one side, avoiding Zheng Jirong's eyes, and then said with a flicker of her eyes, "Aren't you afraid that if you tease someone like this, he will retaliate against you?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said with a smile: "A newspaper can scare him like that. It shows that this guy is just a loser."

"Hello!"

At this time, Fan Debiao, who had been teased for a long time, finally reacted. This guy walked up to Zheng Jirong and Zheng Jirong angrily, pointed at him and cursed: "You little red guy just hit me on the head, but after you hit me, you still dare to curse me." Am I a loser?"

Seeing that the bald man came to the door, Zheng Jirong crossed his legs and smiled at him: "Brother, it's just a joke, there's no need to be so serious."

"Grass!"

When Fan Derbiao heard the joke, he immediately got angry and said, "Let me knock you on the head four times! Damn it, where did you bastard come from? How come I've never seen you in Shanghai before?"

"Are you talking about me?"

Zheng Jirong shrugged. Although he was replying to Fan Debiao, his head was always facing Bai Xiuzhu. "I'm Zheng Jirong. His ancestral home is Jiangsu. He just returned from studying abroad. How about you?"

"Damn, he turned out to be a fake foreign devil! Let me tell you, I am the first-class patrol officer of the French Concession, and the police chief of the patrol room is my brother-in-law!"

Fan Debiao glared at Zheng Jirong fiercely and threatened: "You boy, just wait for me, wait until the reception is over and see how I deal with you!"

"Have you said enough?"

At this time, Bai Xiuzhu, who had been listening to Zheng Jirong's self-introduction, couldn't help but stand up. She pointed at Fan Debiao and said with raised eyebrows: "I asked him to knock your head. If you want revenge, just come to me!" "

"ah?"

Fan Derbiao was speechless for a moment after hearing this. He knew very well the identity of the young aunt who was speaking. Although he could shamelessly invite others to dance, it did not mean that he dared to offend others.

Chief Beiyang's biological sister, even his brother-in-law cannot afford to offend her.

He immediately smiled flatteringly and said: "Miss Bai, where are you talking about this? You want to hit me on the head but it's too late for me to be happy. How can I retaliate against you? As for this..."

Fan Debiao then looked at Zheng Jirong. He originally had a scowl on his face, but now his grin was wider than a toilet bowl, "Mr. Zheng, right? Hahaha, you and Miss Bai are really golden boys and girls standing together. I see you like this." pity."

"Shut up!"

Bai Xiuzhu suddenly said in embarrassment: "Go and stay where it's cool, don't bother me here!"

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving now! I'm leaving right now!"

Looking at Fan Debiao's back as he left in despair, Zheng Jirong smiled, looked at Bai Xiuzhu and said casually: "Did Miss Bai stand up for me just now?"

"yes."

Bai Xiuzhu admitted straightforwardly: "You just rescued me from the Ax Gang two days ago, and you made me happy today. Isn't it normal for me to stand up for you?"

"That makes sense."

Zheng Jirong nodded in agreement, and then asked: "Speaking of the matter about the Ax Gang before, has Miss Bai solved it?"

"have no idea"

Bai Xiuzhu shook her head and said: "I called an uncle of mine at the Songhu Security Command. He told me not to worry and said he would solve it."

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Zheng Jirong didn't know what to say when he heard this. He's just a gangster, but you actually complained directly to the military headquarters.

"Why don't you speak?"

"No, I'm just curious. Why is there someone in your family who can serve as an official in the National Government when your brother is the commander-in-chief of Beiyang?"

"This is normal," Bai Xiuzhu said disapprovingly: "It's just a bet on both sides. The Nationalist Government said a few years ago that it would fight a Northern Expedition in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, it has not been completed in the past few years. Who knows that our country Who will have the final say in the future?”

"Understood"

After Bai Xiuzhu explained, she then asked: "You just said you were studying in the West. Which country did you study in? I just came back from studying in Germany last year."

"England, the United States, and France have all made a complete trip."

Speaking of this, Zheng Jirong deliberately said in a low voice: "It is said to be studying abroad, but in fact it is almost the same as wandering."

"Wandering? You."

Bai Xiuzhu looked at him in surprise, "But I don't think your temperament and conversation are like those of a foreign tramp."

"That's a long story."

Zheng Jirong sighed softly, approached Bai Xiuzhu, and spoke eloquently: "During the Gengzi period, my ancestors were killed in the war. My father took my mother and me to flee to Nanyang to join relatives. I was only two years old at that time. "

Zheng Jirong began to describe his fabricated life experience, "The Chinese are hard-working and simple, while the natives are lazy and stupid, so the economy of Nanyang is completely in the hands of the Chinese. My uncle is a famous wealthy businessman in Nanyang. He not only owns hundreds of acres of fertile farmland, but also mines, Do business.”

"So I enjoyed the blessing of a young master during my childhood, until I was ten years old!"

"My uncle's mine was occupied by foreigners! The manor was burned, killed and robbed by the rebellious natives! I managed to escape by hiding in the wine cellar!"

"I know in my heart that this was a collusion between foreigners and natives to kill my uncle's family, including my parents!"

After Bai Xiuzhu heard what he said, she couldn't help but said sadly: "I didn't expect you to have such a past."

"Haha", Zheng Jirong laughed twice, then continued with a sad look on his face: "I worked as a beggar and a newsboy in Nanyang. When I was very hungry, I inevitably became a thief. My biggest dream at that time was I have enough to eat every day and a roof to shelter from the wind and rain.”

"When I was twelve years old, I stole a missionary's bread and was caught red-handed by him," Zheng Jirong sneered. "He didn't hand me over to the police, but said I was a follower, but he was nothing like that." A good man, not only do I have to work, but I am often beaten and scolded by him, and called a son of a bitch by him."

"But I want to thank him, because he taught me to read and write English, and later I followed him to the United States."

At this point, he sighed and said: "That is a very bad country. You have never left the ocean, but don't treat those powerful countries as paradise."

"why is that?"

At this time, there were many guests gathered around their sofa, most of them were young daughters of wealthy families. They were all fascinated by Zheng Jirong's narrated life experience, and couldn't help but ask.

Zheng Jirong nodded slightly towards the girls who were speaking and explained to them: "The poor people in those countries are not necessarily better off than us common people."

"In England's factories, many children die or become disabled every year. In the United States, which has been known since childhood, the first class is white people, the second class is Latin Americans, and the third class is black people and native Indians. As for the status of us Chinese, it may only be Better than animals, I have personally seen Chinese people being beaten to death, while American policemen were watching!"

"In these countries, no matter how rich you are, you will not get respect from others!"

Seeing the thoughtful looks on these wealthy daughters, Zheng Jinjin continued: "After the missionary who took me in fell ill and passed away, I wandered around the United States. Because of the Exclusion Act, it was difficult for me to find a regular job. , In those days, I lived by petty theft, and I also sold old porcelain to foreigners to make money. Occasionally, I would pretend to be from Dongying and submit articles to magazines and newspapers, barely earning some royalties."

"Later I smuggled to Europe and found that it was much easier to live there than in the United States. Although they still discriminated against Chinese people, at least they did not deprive me of my right to work."

"The French are romantic but childish, the British are gentle and arrogant, the Germans are rigorous and rigid, and the Russians are straightforward and rude."

"During these years abroad, I learned a lot of knowledge and also made some money. So when I had the ability, I returned to the motherland as soon as possible, not for anything else but to build the motherland, because I I have truly endured the hardships of being a wanderer. Only when our motherland becomes stronger can we wanderers living abroad truly live with dignity, and I am willing to sacrifice everything for this."

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

After Zheng Jirong finished speaking, bursts of applause suddenly erupted around him. Each of the daughters and young masters listening to the story clapped their hands and looked at him with admiration.

Especially Bai Xiuzhu, who originally had a good impression of Zheng Jirong, her eyes were filled with brilliance.

"Mr. Zheng, what knowledge have you learned abroad?"

Seeing someone asking a question, Zheng Jirong smiled and replied: "Linguistics, and poetry."

"Poetry?!"

"Wow? Mr. Zheng, you can actually write poetry?"

"Is it modern poetry?"

These little girls immediately gathered around him and chattered.

Zheng Jirong chuckled and nodded, and asked the waiter on the side for a pen and letterhead. He wrote a love poem in just a few minutes.

Then in front of many people, he handed it to Bai Xiuzhu and said, "Miss Bai, if you are interested."

Bai Xiuzhu was about to raise her hand to take it. As a progressive female student, she was also curious about what kind of poetry Zheng Jirong would write. But just when her fingers touched the letter, the rich girls next to her unexpectedly I got it first.

""A Blossoming Tree" - for Miss Bai Xiuzhu, ah! This is actually a love poem!"

"Mr. Zheng wrote a love poem? Show it to me quickly!"

These pampered young ladies instantly became energetic and gathered around to watch the show. Some of them read directly from the letter:

"How to make you meet me

In my best moments/for this

I have prayed before the Buddha for five hundred years

Pray to the Buddha to let us have a mortal relationship

Buddha then turned me into a tree

Grows beside the road you must pass

Under the sun/carefully full of flowers

Duoduo is my hope in my previous life

When you get closer/please listen carefully

The trembling leaves

It's my passion for waiting

And when you finally walked by without a care

It fell to the ground behind you

Oh my friend

That's not a petal

That is my withered heart. "

For a woman, it is a wonderful thing to be pursued by someone, not to mention that the other person is a handsome and talented person.

Listening to this love poem written to herself, Bai Xiuzhu smiled shyly. She couldn't help but look towards Zheng Jirong. When their eyes came into contact, Bai Xiuzhu's expression turned into shame and anger again, as if she was blaming Zheng Jirong for being too angry. Too reckless.

"Wow, it's really a love poem written by Mr. Zheng."

"I have been praying before the Buddha for five hundred years, asking the Buddha to let us form a mortal relationship. Oh my God, these two sentences are so beautifully written and romantic!"

"Miss Bai, please agree quickly. This poem is not something that ordinary people can write."

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The wealthy daughters were all excited and excited. They usually had no worries about food and clothing, and their lives were extremely empty. It was not easy for them to encounter such a thing, and naturally they were all very excited, wishing they could become the heroine of the story.

"Oh, stop reading it and give it back to me!" Bai Xiuzhu was immediately embarrassed and was about to grab the letterhead.

"No, no, I haven't seen enough." The girl with the love poem in her hand ran away quickly.

Originally, these girls didn't want to talk to Bai Xiuzhu because of her proud and aloof character. However, when Zheng Jirong, the most eye-catching person in the room, actually wrote a love poem to her in public, they were either jealous or teasing. Intentionally teasing her.

One passed it to the other without letting her touch it, and the girls laughed and made a fuss.

Late at night, the dance ended, and the guests walked out of the hall one after another and left in cars.

After Ding Li said goodbye to Ruxian, he looked at Zheng Jirong, who looked calm, and said in surprise: "Ah Rong, you are really good at it. Not only did you make up your own family history and coax those rich people around, but you also copied it." Such a good love poem, tsk tsk tsk, it seems that Bai Xiuzhu is almost in your pocket."

"Eh?"

When Zheng Jirong heard this, he was immediately surprised and asked: "How did you guess that my life experience was fake and that my love poems were copied?"

"Do you still need to guess?"

Ding Li chewed his cigar and smiled: "When I heard you say that the missionary tortured you, I knew something was wrong. With your character, if there is such a missionary, I'm afraid his end will definitely not be as simple as death from illness. "

".You are really good at judging people."

At this time, Ding Li caught a glimpse of a pretty figure walking towards the door. He quickly elbowed Zheng Jirong and said, "Miss Bai is out, seize the opportunity and strike while the iron is hot!"

After saying that, he quickly left Zheng, leaving him alone.

in front of the gate,

Bai Xiuzhu held a piece of letter tightly in her hand and looked straight ahead without even looking at Zheng Jirong.

"Where does Miss Bai live? Do you need me to send you off?"

At this time, Bai Xiuzhu still had the calmness and aloofness she had when she first arrived. She turned her head to one side, her cheeks slightly red and said, "No, my driver is waiting for me outside."

"Yeah?"

Zheng Jirong said happily: "I'm worried about how to go back. Since you have a driver, why don't you give me a ride on the way?"

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The back of the car,

Feeling the tightness of the girl next to him, Zheng Jirong smiled and deliberately moved his body towards the window.

Bai Xiuzhu has already finished half of it. Next, it’s time to change the leader of the Ax Gang.