Chapter 96 440 million one taels

There are dozens of large and small warehouses belonging to various foreign banks on the bank of Pudong. In the past, most of these warehouses were used as standby warehouses for those foreign banks. In the past few months, most of the warehouses on the bank of Pudong have been acquired by industrial companies. Most of the former warehouses are now empty. Looking along the river, there is no light. The warehouse is almost as gloomy as a ghost.

While carrying a basket of steamed buns, Zhang Jing pushed the door and walked into the warehouse. The walls of this warehouse are still painted with the words "Zhamai Yangxing" and the words in English. This is a warehouse bought by an industrial company half a month ago, and now it is the place where Zhang Jing and others hide.

As soon as he entered the warehouse, Zhang Jing heard a shout from the warehouse.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Zhang Jing shouted and threw the basket to the ground.

"Come and have some! Steamed buns and braised meat! It can be made as much as possible!"

As soon as his words fell, the people in the warehouse ran over to grab food. The warehouse, which was empty three days ago, was already full of crates, a total of 2,546 outer crates.

While they were eating, the monkey walked towards Zhang Jing. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Jing gave him a look, and the two walked to the corner of the warehouse.

"Brother Jing!"

After seeing that there was no one around, the monkey began to speak.

"When you went out to get food just now, Mazi pried open a box!"

"What!"

Zhang Jing's face changed, and his eyes showed anger, but he motioned the monkey to continue talking.

"At first, Mazi thought that the box was full of smoke or something valuable, but as soon as they opened the box!"

The monkey deliberately lowered his voice again.

"One-color foreign gun in a long box, brand-new foreign fast gun!"

Zhang Jing was stunned by the monkey's words, and the box was loaded with guns! Why did the boss ask them to steal guns?

"The short box is loaded with bullets! Mazi said... Now that the boss is imprisoned in a foreigner's prison, it is not sure whether he can be released. He said..."

"What are you talking about!" Zhang Jing asked with a cold face.

"He said that instead of waiting here, it's better for everyone to sell these guns and share the money. He said he knew..."

"He dares!"

Zhang Jing snorted coldly, showing some cruelty in his eyes.

"Monkey, what do you guys mean!"

"Brother Jing, there is no one else. You have been a scholar, and I'll listen to you."

Stand upright in the warehouse yard. Squinting under the moon, Zhang Jing finally smoked another cigarette, and then knocked off the ashes in the cigarette bag. Occasionally, he would turn his eyes to the warehouse, where a group of people were discussing something, and he chose to avoid it rationally.

"Brother Zhang!"

A man came out of the shadow of the warehouse and approached. Through the moon, Zhang Jing could see his pimp. He is Mazi. What's his name? Zhang Jing doesn't know.

Intuitively peeped to the right. Zhang Jing saw several people standing by the door of the warehouse at a glance. Obviously, Mazi had already moved some people.

"Those fast guns are packed in boxes. If they are shipped to the mainland, they can sell at least hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. At that time, we can at least share tens of thousands of taels!"

Although the sky is very dark, the moon still reflects the greed on Ma Zi's face.

"So what about our boss!" Zhang Jingyi asked politely.

"Boss!"

Mazi smiled.

"Boss, he offended the foreigners this time. It's a question whether he can come out alive or not! We have been here for three days. Who has come to see us? The boss has long forgotten our brother. When the boss is in trouble, we naturally don't have to work for him!"

Staring at Mazi, Zhang Jing looked at the person's heart with a burst of nausea.

" By the way, how do you ship foreign guns out of Shanghai, to the mainland, and sell them to anyone."

Zhang Jing looked at the open warehouse door. Now he could no longer see the monkeys. Zhang Jing, who knew what the monkeys were doing, stared at Mazi, as if he was waiting for his answer.

"Brother Zhang, you don't have to worry about this. Brother, I've been in the Qing Gang. Naturally, you can find a boat. You just need to take dozens of fast guns to exchange them. When the ship arrives in the mainland, as long as we have foreign guns in our hands, those old riches, bandits and so on, they will hold silver in their hands and rush to buy guns from our hands!"

At this time, Mazi lowered his voice again, with a mysterious look.

"To tell the truth, Brother Zhang, my brother also fell from the grass in the past when he was in the west of Henan. Naturally, he was familiar with the mountains there, and there were also some acquaintances. Brother Zhang didn't bother about this matter, and it was all on his brother."

Mazi, who was originally a little proud, saw Zhang Jing's face squeeze out a sneer, and even his eyes were cold.

"Mazi, you know who I hate the most!"

Zhang Jing's voice made the air suddenly cold, and he stared at Mazi.

Before Mazi opened his mouth to speak, Zhang Jing took out a pistol from behind his waist. This was the gun given to him by the boss. Unexpectedly, it was not used when he stole the gun, but now it was used.

"Brother Zhang...Brother Zhang" stared at the black muzzle of the gun, and Mazi's numb face lost a trace of blood in an instant.

"What I hate most is a bastard like you!"

Yu Guang saw that there was a quarrel in the warehouse, and the shout was getting louder and louder. Several people at the gate of the warehouse were running this way. His face changed. Just as Mazi was about to open his mouth, Zhang Jing's index finger was buckled. The crisp gunfire broke the silence in the warehouse yard. The originally messy warehouse was also quiet, and the people running outside the warehouse door instantly After a while, everyone looked at Zhang Jing with a gun incredulously.

With a pistol in his hand, Zhang Jing roared deeply, looking at the 26 people who were pushed into the yard by monkeys and others with empty guns.

"Bind them all!"

When those people were tied up, Zhang Jing looked at the monkeys and others who were not shouting when they were holding the gun, but they frowned. The gun they held was simply a fire stick. If the boss hadn't given him a gun.

"Monkey!"

The monkey, who was holding a gun and tying people, ran over quickly and looked at Zhang Jing with a frosty face.

"Put a stone on your feet and throw them all into the Huangpu River to feed the fish!"

Siltis is a restaurant frequented by rich and celebrities in the concession. Compared with those large restaurants, Siltis Western Restaurant, with a small area and only more than a dozen tables, with its elegant and unique taste and the French Siltis chef, makes this small restaurant have a good reputation in the upper house society in the concession.

Although it is amazingly expensive here, this restaurant has been open and needs to be booked a few weeks in advance until now. It has become a display of power and a boast of money to get a table in a short period of time. Some high-end western restaurants in the concession are limited to foreigners.

The chef Siltis from France is a typical liberal. In his opinion, everyone should have the right to enjoy delicious food. Of course, on the premise that you can afford it, so this restaurant is one of the rare high-end restaurants open to Chinese in the concession.

As in the past, the restaurant is not spacious and the seats are full, and every guest is dressed up. Xiao Yuren, who was sitting in the restaurant, occasionally looked up at Catherine. It was very difficult to book such a table at such a short time, but when Catherine asked someone to make a reservation this afternoon, as soon as the restaurant manager heard Catherine's name, the door of the restaurant automatically opened, and the best table in the hall was suddenly empty.

"It's really the never-deading rose of the Far East!"

The special treatment and Catherine's beauty made Xiao Yanren sigh a little.

However, for a woman like Catherine, Xiao Ren has always held a respectful attitude. As a Chinese studying in the United States, he really tells him that for Europeans who regard themselves as civilized, their hostility to cross-racial marriage is the same in the United States, and even more so in Shanghai. This never-fatened rose in the Far East has brought him too much trouble.

Seeing that Xiao Yuren took out her pocket watch again to see the time, Catherine smiled.

"In the concession, Sassoon is like a king. Every time he makes others wait for him for at least half an hour!"

"He is qualified to be proud, isn't he?"

Drinking the coffee in the cup, Xiao Yu's eyes were still at the door of the restaurant.

"Thank you! Miss Catherine!" (Miss)

When he withdrew his sight, Xiao Yuren thanked Catherine. When Sassoon was named to see him in this restaurant, and two hours later, he knew that it was not easy to take a seat in this restaurant, so he had to ask Catherine for help.

"This is what I should do!"

Xiao Yu's reseverance made Catherine show some embarcation. From beginning to end, all the troubles were caused by her. If she hadn't said that she would have gone to the Bund Garden four days ago, this might not have happened at all.

And to a certain extent, the reason why Charlie clashed with Chen Moran was also because of her.

Just as Catherine opened her mouth to explain, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Jacob in a top hat and a suit? Sassoon walked into the restaurant. When he entered the restaurant, everyone in the restaurant stood up and greeted him. Sassoon's face was somewhat arrogant, but he politely took off his hat to give back to others.

Saxon, who enjoyed the king's treatment, walked to Catherine's table and politely saluted Catherine.

"Hello, Miss Catherine, you are still as beautiful as you used to be!"

When Shasun was doing it, the foreman pulled out the napkin, shook it gracefully and spread it on Shasun's lap. Then the smiling foreman filled his glass. He was filled with his glass.

"Please take your time, Mr. Sassoon!"

"Thank you! Mr. Sassoon!"

Catherine looked at Sassoon with a smile and couldn't help thinking, why Sassoon was here. Originally, if he had explained Charlie, there was no need to come here at all, just because of the expensive dishes here?

He is a Sassoon! The real estate king of Shanghai.

When Catherine thought about it, although Xiao Yu's heart had the same doubts as you, he was more concerned about Chen Moran.

"Mr. Sassoon, I hope you bring good news!"

"Mr. Xiao, I think, if you want, you can go to the prison to pick up Mr. Chen at any time. Mr. Charlie has given up prosecuting Mr. Chen!"

Xiao Yuren and Catherine were happy at the same time. Before Xiao Yuren could speak, Shasun continued to talk.

"However, you should know that Mr. Chen needs to make some compensation to Mr. Charlie for his behavior. Now Mr. Charlie has entrusted this matter to me, which is not..."

Saxon said and laughed and pointed to the tables next door.

"According to Mr. Charlie's request, I invited some friends as witnesses!"

Xiao Yu frowned, but still didn't understand what Sassoon meant.

"Mr. Charlie's request is very simple, appropriate compensation and public apology!"

Saxon's smile made Xiao Yu's heart rise with an ominous foreboding. He vaguely guessed that the compensation in various cities was not only to be described appropriately, but also a public apology!

Saxon still smiled. When he stretched out his finger, the assistant who had been standing behind him took out a document from his bag.

"This is the condition put forward by Mr. Charlie. If Mr. Xiao and Mr. Chen agree, I think you can go to the patrol room to pick up Mr. Chen at any time!"

As soon as he opened the folder and glanced at the content of the file, Xiao Yu's face suddenly changed, and his face became extremely ugly. When he looked at Sassoon, his eyes were even angry.

"Mr. Sassoon, this..."

Under the pressure of dissatisfaction in his heart, Xiao Qianren said in the as calmly as possible.

"It's too much!"

"Mr. Xiao, this is the settlement condition promised by Mr. Charlie. If you refuse, I think Mr. Chen..."

Ignoring Xiao Yanren's anger, Sha Xun smiled and said, "I can only stay in prison for a few years!"

In the prison of the central patrol room, Chen Moran looked at Xiao Yanren coldly.

"Tay it again!"

"Indemnify Mr. Charlie for one or two taels of silver, and another..."

"One or two! Fuck one or two!"

Before Xiao Yiren finished speaking, Chen Moran had already scolded him. With a tael of silver, the pig can fucking remember it!

"I'm not fucking on the household registration. He fucking wants this or two. It's clear that he slapped himself in the face. This grandson, I'm going to kill him!"

The reason for his anger is very simple. Li Hongzhang has reached a compensation agreement with foreigners in the capital. The compensation is according to the 450 million Chinese on the household department's list. Each person compensates one tael of silver from eight countries, but he is not on the household registration of the Qing Dynasty. Naturally, the two pieces of silver can't be poured on his head, but now check The two pieces of silver just put the name of 450 million and one taels on his head, which is more uncomfortable than making him lose dozens of taels or even millions of taels.

"The dog said, you tell that pig that I will give him one million taels! Get the fuck out of here!"

Xiao Yuren shook his head.

"You know his intention. Shanghai Dao told them that you haven't fallen yet, so Charlie asked for one or two!"

"Of course I know!"

With a roar, Chen Moran looked at Xiao Jian with red eyes.

"Wei Yang, is there any other room?"

Xiao Yanren, who was speechless, just shook his head.

"There is no room. Now the door of the central patrol room is already full of reporters from various newspapers. As soon as you go out, you will..."

"Caughter Charlie! I'm the 18th generation of his ancestors!"

He scolded angrily, and Chen Moran, who was walking violently, stared straight at Xiao Yuren.

"I don't pay attention to him, just take me out!"

Seeing that Chen Moran raised the prison robbery again, Xiao Yuren shook his head. From the first day he went to prison and said that idea here, Xiao Yuren was considering this proposal.

"Well, if you really do that, it's even better to go directly to court and be sentenced to two or three years. At least then you don't need to hide in the province. If you really rob the prison, the court will have an ideal to seal up your industry, including industrial companies. It can be said that Charlie and Sassoon's people are looking forward to the stars and the moon. Looking forward to you coming up with this idea in anger!"

"Do I really have to lose that tael of silver! Let Charlie slap me in the face and drool on my face!"

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan! However, if Han Xin can't stand the humiliation of **, how can he..."

"This matter has not been reduced to you. If it's about you, I think you can say this!"

Sitting in **, with his hands in his hands, the hair on the original shaved forehead had already pierced his hands, with the smooth forehead and braids behind his head. Chen Moran's heart was only the word of hatred left, but whether this son of a bitch was full of luck, how could the master suffer such a great shame today?

After ten hours of silence, Chen Moran raised his head, but Xiao Yiren was shocked by his red eyes.

"Insdemn't him a tael of silver!"

The roar of anger echoed in the cell, and Xiao Yuren nodded bitterly.

When Xiao Yuren finished the formalities and accompanied Chen Moran to leave the central patrol room, there was chaos outside the central patrol room. Except for several newspaper reporters invited by Sassoon, all newspapers in the concession sent reporters and photographers. As soon as he saw Chen Moran walk out of the central patrol room, the flash suddenly flashed, and the reporter began to ask various questions.

"Mr. Chen! Look this way! Mr. Chen! What's it like to lose a tael of silver?

"Mr. Chen! Are you going to say something!"

Although most of the reporters in those Chinese newspapers once touted Chen Moran as a "national hero" because he scolded Charlie because of the sign, but now, after Chen Moran paid this price equivalent to humiliation, it does not prevent them from asking the parties concerned for professional needs in order to dig out the news. .

The outermost periphery behind the reporter was the bystanders who were blocked by the police. Many of them already knew that Chen Moran compensated Charlie for a piece of silver and reported the apology. The reason why he was around here was to hear what Chen Moran said.

Standing on the stairs of the central patrol room, Chen Moran mechanizedly moved with them, feeling dizzy, and the flashing light stung his eyes. Facing all kinds of problems and looking at the people around him, he suddenly stopped and looked directly at the reporter in front of him.

"You want to ask me how I feel!"

Chen Moran paused, and his face was full of sadness.

"There is only one sentence, the individual is strong, the country is weak, and there is always a loss! The humiliation suffered today is inseparable from the weakness of the country. In silence, there is only one sentence to advise compatriots that the Chinese should be self-improvement!"

After the words, Chen Moran seemed to have lost his soul and walked towards the carriage by Xiao Yiren. Until he got on the carriage, Chen Moran was still muttering a word on his lips.

"One or two taels of silver! One tael of silver!"

(to be continued)