Chapter 388 “God said he can’t control the Ax Gang” (Daily)

Chapter 388 “God said he can’t control the Ax Gang” (Daily)

Chapter 388 “God said he can’t control the Ax Gang.” (Daily)

In the early morning, the sun shines through the mist on the busy street, and a black car slowly drives by.

In the car, Zheng Jirong was sitting on a comfortable seat, holding a cigarette in his hand and looking thoughtful.

That guy Zhang Wanlin actually hid.

After taking out Ding Li last night, he originally wanted to take Ah Xing along the way and take out Zhang Wanlin as well. However, after arriving at Zhang's house, they searched everywhere but could not find Zhang Wanlin.

In the end, I had no choice but to ask Ah Xing to use [Celestial Eye] to check. As a result, I found out that this bastard had actually hid in a foreigner's mansion. Not only were there a large number of Ah San's bodyguards guarding the place inside and outside, but there was also a street just a block away. At the foreign garrison, it was almost impossible to sneak in and kill Zhang Wanlin without anyone noticing.

After thinking about it, Zheng Jirong smiled disdainfully.

It seems that the last assassination scared this guy. Zhang Wanlin said he was a gangster, but in fact he was still a businessman. The reason why he maintained such a large violent gang was just to protect his business. As the business grows, so does the power of his subordinates.

But he is still full of the weakness of a businessman in his heart. If it were Chen Chen and Lei Gong before, and Lu Yue gave birth to them, what he would think about at this time would definitely be to gather people and horses to fight with him in a big fire, instead of hiding in a foreigner's house and panic. All day long.

A surprised smile appeared on the newsboy's face, and then he quickly took out a newspaper from his hand and handed it to him.

Bai Xiuzhu ran over all the way. Her face was reddish, and she was panting slightly. She hummed softly: "I'm not allowed to smoke anymore. Every time I see you, you smell like cigarettes. It's awful."

There was a sense of joy and anticipation in his voice.

Why is this girl like a bus? Every time she lights up her cigarette, she's already there.

The little newsboy was counting the expenses for school with his fingers. Judging from this posture, it was obvious that he had done his homework and understood it thoroughly.

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Zheng Jirong was leaning on the front of the car, reading the newspaper in his hand, waiting for Bai Xiuzhu to come out.

"What the hell?"

"Of course," the newsboy nodded, and replied with familiarity, "The middle school in Zhabei charges 20 yuan for half a year's tuition, and the upper primary school (equivalent to the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school) charges 15 yuan for half a year, and if you have room and board at school, The board and lodging fee also costs thirty-six yuan for half a year."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong looked at the little guy, then touched his head and asked, "Does studying require a lot of money?"

Looking at his bouncing back, Zheng Jirong shook his head with a dumbfounded smile. These days, the daily salary of workers in the factory is only a few cents, which is only about ten yuan a month. A piece of ocean is indeed a huge sum of money.

I just didn’t expect that studying is so expensive these days.

At this time, Peng Yixing, who was in the driver's seat, saw that he suddenly stopped talking and asked in the rearview mirror: "What's wrong, Brother Rong?"

The newsboy looked at the ocean in front of him and said at a loss: "Boss, you gave me too much, I can't find it."

After reading this, Zheng Jirong shook his head in amusement. He had to say that Ah Xing's special ability was really useful for killing people. It would be nice if the casting distance could be farther.

Zheng Jirong laughed and scolded: "Have you ever seen anyone from Hi-Bang start a university? If they can start a university, can they still be called Hi-Bang?!"

"Ah Xing."

Finally, he said happily: "Boss, the piece of ocean you gave me is equivalent to hundreds of dollars, which is enough for me to finish public school! Thank you, boss!"

Zheng Jirong nodded heavily and said: "We won't be able to stay here for long. Maybe we will return to Hong Kong Island in a few days. Wouldn't it be good to do something practical before leaving?"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away, and then a slender jade hand suddenly reached out to his mouth and took away the cigarette butt that was about to be lit.

Half an hour later, outside the Bai family mansion on Haige Road in the French Concession.

Zheng Jirong smiled sarcastically and didn't say much. He just raised his eyebrows at the woman and said, "If you want me to quit smoking, you have to get rid of your procrastination first. You have the nerve to talk to me without even looking at what time it is now." ”

Then he raised his head slightly and saw that no one had come out of the mansion yet, so he took out a cigarette and prepared to light it to soothe the mood of the others.

"right!"

After Ding Li was found dead by his servant, he notified the hospital immediately. After detailed examination, doctors found that the cause of his death was due to overeating, which caused violent stomach convulsions. The food flowed backwards, eventually choking him to death.

He looked out the window and continued: "The Ax Gang are mostly workers and coolies, and their children will definitely not be able to afford school. If we can open a few primary schools for children, not only will their children have books to study, but they will also attract people around them. "

Peng Yixing also laughed after hearing this: "Brother Rong, what you said makes sense, but why don't we open a university? Wouldn't that be more influential?"

The newspaper report was concise and clear, but jaw-dropping.

"Running a school?"

Having said this, Zheng Jirong's face showed a smile, and he said to Peng Yixing: "Maybe the primary school we built will be able to cultivate a few great scientists in the future, hahahaha..."

When Zheng Jirong heard this, he raised his eyebrows and waved out of the car window. When the child came over, he took out a piece of ocean from his pocket and handed it to the newsboy, "Give me a newspaper."

At this time, a crisp sound of hawking suddenly came from the street. A little newsboy wearing shabby clothes, holding a stack of newspapers, shuttled through the street like a lively rabbit, hawking while running.

However, what is chilling is that all the bodyguards of Ding Li's family died last night. No one was spared. They were found lying in the yard. Their death conditions were also weird. They were all choked to death.

The reporter who wrote this report wrote it very interestingly. He wrote a simple vendetta like a supernatural story. Those who didn't know it thought Ding Li's house was haunted.

Zheng Jirong came back to his senses, touched his chin and said slowly: "A Xing, I'm wondering if our Ax Gang can open a few hope primary schools?"

After saying that, she threw the cigarette butt and the cigarette case aside.

After saying that, he bowed and ran away immediately, fearing that Zheng Jirong would regret it.

The newsboy blinked and replied: "Originally, if I sell newspapers for another month, I will be able to save enough money to go to school, but now with the 'tip' you gave me, boss, I can go to the public school to register tomorrow!"

"Excuse me, tycoon Ding Li died violently at home last night. The circumstances of his death were horrific!"

After Zheng Jirong took it, he asked casually: "Little guy, why don't you go to school?"

This way of death may sound like an accident at first.

"Ah! Thank you! Thank you boss!"

"Who asked you to change?" Zheng Jirong gave him the foreign bomb and said with a smile: "If there is more, consider it as a tip for you."

"this"

"Tsk, there are so many young masters in Peiping who don't even have a chance to wait for me."

Bai Xiuzhu hummed softly, with a bit of coquettishness and pride, then walked straight into the car, sat down and urged: "Drive quickly, the bread in Qishilin will not be available after nine o'clock. "

Zheng Jirong looked at this girl's ladylike behavior and shrugged helplessly, but there was a different feeling in his heart.

I have seen many women who are obedient to me, and now there is Bai Xiuzhu, who has a bit of temper and personality, but she has a different flavor.

After a while, the car stopped outside a newly opened Western restaurant in the concession.

After Bai Xiuzhu took Zheng Jirong's hand and got out of the car, she took him into Cheese Grove with ease, found a seat and ordered food skillfully.

After a while, when the table was filled with bread, milk, ham and other foreign breakfast items, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but said speechlessly: "You asked me out early in the morning just to eat these things?"

Bai Xiuzhu elegantly cut off a piece of bread with a table knife, handed it to Zheng Jirong, and said matter-of-factly: "The breakfast at Keshilin is very famous. You will know after you try it."

Zheng Jirong put the bread into his mouth and chewed it twice, then shook his head and said, "I think it's better to go to the street to buy steamed buns and eat them to your heart's content."

After hearing this, Bai Xiuzhu scolded unhappily: "You don't understand romance at first glance. When you date a girl, you just take her to eat steamed buns?"

Zheng Jirong smiled, leaned closer and whispered: "Yes, you eat the steamed buns, and I will eat your meat buns."

"Dirty!"

Bai Xiuzhu immediately blushed, glared at him, and said angrily: "Do you have any quality? You only know how to act like a hooligan all day long!"

Zheng Jirong chuckled and teased nonchalantly: "What are you doing? Why am I being a hooligan by flirting with my wife?"

Bai Xiuzhu was filled with shame and anger, and said angrily: "I'm not your wife!"

The two then chatted about recent events, and Bai Xiuzhu suddenly said casually: "By the way, I heard from my uncle that the army is about to leave the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow?" After hearing this, Zheng Jirong narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully: "Ahead of time?"

Bai Xiuzhu nodded and said: "Yes, uncle also said that when the war breaks out, he will send a team of guards to protect me and ask me to stay at home in the concession and not go out randomly."

At this point, she held Zheng Jirong's hand, looked at him seriously and said, "You can also come home to accompany me. The concession is fine here, but the Chinese border must have been full of stragglers from the north at that time, and it was very unsafe." ”

"You're right"

Zheng Jirong raised a smile and said meaningfully: "It's not safe. It must be very unsafe. I don't know how many people will die in Shanghai by then..."

"It's good that you know, especially like you."

Bai Xiuzhu continued to speak, with a hint of worry in her tone, "Look at the businesses you do, including casinos and nightclubs. Maybe they will be robbed one night. And the one who drives your car for you. Ah Xing looks gloomy, maybe..."

"Hey," Zheng Jirong interrupted displeasedly: "Don't speak ill of my friends in front of me in the future!"

"oh"

Bai Xiuzhu pouted aggrievedly, and then asked softly: "Then will you come to my house or not?"

"come!"

Zheng Jirong said seriously: "Of course I'm coming, don't worry, I will definitely be at your house to accompany you and I will never go out and run around."

Bai Xiuzhu nodded happily when she heard this, and the grievance on her face disappeared instantly. Then she didn't know what she thought of, her cheeks turned red and she said, "Don't think too much, I will arrange a guest room for you then."

Seeing her shy look, Zheng Jirong was about to tease her a few more words when a voice suddenly came from beside him: "What a coincidence, Mr. Zheng, we meet again so soon."

Zheng Jirong turned around and saw that the person speaking was none other than the chief inspector of the concession patrol house who had had conflicts with him before, that foreigner named Charles.

At this time, there was another foreign devil with a mustache and a suit beside him.

"Who says it's not?" Zheng Jirong leaned on the chair and looked at him and said calmly: "Shanghai Beach is really too small."

"Hahaha, this is the place where you Chinese people stay." The man following Charles extended his hand and said, "Louis, I have heard your name Zheng Jirong many times."

Charles then said pointedly: "Mr. Lewis is the top executive director of the Public Board. You should be familiar with Mr. Zheng, the Public Board."

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, Zheng Jirong smiled and shook it hard, and then replied with a smile: "Why do you foreigners have names, either this one dies or that one dies? This is not very auspicious."

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I don't know if these two foreign devils really don't understand, or they just don't want to argue with him.

There was no change in the face of the director named Louis. He looked at Zheng Jirong and said, "Mr. Zheng, have you ever heard of the name Wei Tingyan?"

"Wei Tingyan?" Zheng Jirong shook his head and said, "Who is it? I don't know him."

"hehe."

Louis sneered when he heard this: "He is an officer of our public affairs office in China. He was found dead in his home a month ago. His body was cut with thousands of knives!"

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Zheng Jirong shook his head and sighed: "The death was so miserable, it seems that he was not a good person."

"You don't have to pretend to be confused with me," Louis looked at him coldly and said, "According to the investigation from the patrol room, he had a meal with you in Lao Rongshun that night, but he died after returning home. How dare you say this? nothing dealing with you?"

"I?"

Zheng Jirong realized in hindsight: "Oh, you are talking about that Wei Tingyan. Now that I think about it, I did have dinner with him that night, but after that I went back to the nightclub to drink. That night all the guests and dancers could Testify to me, I don’t have time to go to Shiliupu and kill people.”

"Director Lewis, you can't wrongly accuse a law-abiding citizen like me!"

"Where's Dingli!"

Charles, who had been silent until now, shouted in a low voice: "You dare to say that his affairs have nothing to do with you?"

"Brother Ding?"

Zheng Jirong sighed after hearing this, "I read today's newspaper. Alas, I didn't expect that Brother Ding, a great hero, ended up choking to death because of gluttony. Shi Ye also died."

Seeing his pretentious look, Charles laughed angrily, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Zheng Jirong, you are indeed good at acting, but I would like to ask you, are you not afraid after killing so many people?" God knows and blames me?"

"God?"

When Zheng Jirong heard this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard some joke.

He then stood up and came to the two of them, lowering his voice and saying, "I tell you, God knows what will happen. He will say... He can't control the Ax Gang!"

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