Chapter 57 Invitation

In the morning, the sun just rose.

In the backyard of Chen's garden, there were several gunshots.

"Jialang, you are good at shooting!"

looking at the eye of the target ten feet away, Zhang Renkui slapped his palm and supported a large black steel guise at the side of the table. Although he only entered the park for three days, Zhang Renkui now disappeared from the short fights in the past. One of the rules of the Chen family is to prohibit people who are undressed and shirtless and brat from entering and leaving.

It's just that Zhang Renkui can't get used to wearing suits and leather shoes, but Suo's surname has changed into a gray-green gown, which is rare in Chen's house. Although this gown is worn on his body, it is not as good as a scholar. If you go out and let your classmates look at this dress, you will be shocked.

"Uncle Zhang, the gun has been practiced, and it is more useful than a knife!"

After emptying the two magazines, Zhu Jialiang seemed to show off. As soon as he turned his hands, the two guns were inserted into the holster at his waist. Although it was only a month's work, the result of hard practice at night still appeared. Although it could not mean that the person's left eye did not hit the right eye, there was no problem with the target on the gun.

"The gun is good, and the knife is not bad!"

Although he said so, Zhang Renkui looked at the more than ten short guns on the table.

"Master, if you can follow the young master with a big guise knife, you still have to be like Liang Geer, don't have a foreign gun!"

As soon as he pulled the bolt and listened to the crisp sound of bullets, Lu Guozheng even felt a jump in his heart. When he attacked Dongjiaomin Lane with his master in the capital, his brothers died under foreign guns. Since then, he has dreamed of getting a gun all day long, even a bird.

"Uncle Zhang, you and Brother Guozheng are practicing first. Let me see if the young master has any plans today!"

However, when he was about to leave, he took out the two guns at his waist, exited the empty magazine, replaced it with two live magazines, and then left the back garden.

After Zhu Jialiang left, he looked at about a dozen short guns on the table and the target beside the wall of the outsider's high sand bag. He looked back at the apprentice who was putting bullets on the empty magazine.

"National government, practice guns well. You learned martial arts with the master at the age of 16. It has been nearly ten years. Originally, the master thought that we would go to Beijing to fight foreign devils and find a good background for you, but who would have thought... The young master's family has a big career, and he will not treat you badly here!"

In those years, he joined the Boxer Rebellion with more than 30 apprentices. Later, only seven apprentices lived in the south. After defecting to Xu Baoshan, six of the seven apprentices lost their lives one after another, leaving only one apprentice, thinking about helping him find a life.

"Master, the national government has bothered you!"

As soon as Lu Guozheng heard the master say this, in fact, when he came to the Chen family the day before yesterday, he encouraged the master to come. From the restaurant that day when he saw the young master paying for the style, he recognized that Master Chen would not be simple in the future. Seeing that the master and the young master knew each other, he rushed the master to come here from behind, saying that it was an apology, but secretly If you want to open this door and be a doorkeeper in a large family, it's better than holding your head in the world. In the end, you will be swept away by a broken country.

"National government, your boy's eyelids are better than the master!"

He took a gun from the table. According to Zhu Jialiang's teaching, he drew three points and one line. Zhang Renkui sighed and looked at the high-walled compound. From now on, his life and Guozheng will be handed over to the Chen family.

Lin Yuqing pushed the door and walked into the study. As the oldest member of the "qualification" of the Chen family, except that he always thought that except for the third master, the young master trusted himself the most. Judging from all the signs, no one in the Chen family would doubt that this 17-year-old young master, deep With the trust of the young master, after entering the study, he held several newspapers in one hand and a stack of letters in the other, and gave the letter to the young master first.

Chen Moran glanced casually at these letters from different places. Most of these letters were invitations sent by so-called well-known people. In the past few days, he has attended many boring dances and banquets. One of the letters with charming handwriting and perfume attracted him. I opened the envelope and scanned the contents of the letter.

"Forth West Restaurant, 10 a.m."

The content of the letter is very simple and incredible.

But what is really attractive is a note written in the note of the King's Hotel. Looking at the handwriting and name on it, Chen Moran's mind couldn't help but show the gorgeous affection of the night. Originally, I was still thinking about how to find this woman, but I didn't expect that now she took the initiative to send her to the door.

In fact, after she separated from this woman named Catherine that day, what Chen Moran thought of most was not her almost perfect figure or face, but her bank. Later, he asked people to inquire that the headquarters of Huisheng Bank was nominally located in the United Kingdom, and in fact, it was very Like many foreign banks in China, they just register in the UK and then take China as the business center.

But the former chairman of the bank is obviously different from other small bankers. He not only has branches in Shanghai, Jinling, Wuchang, Tianjin and Hong Kong, but also branches in Singapore, Mumbai, London and even New York. Although Huisheng Bank has a registered capital of only two million pounds, it has successfully established a banking network.

Because of this, in the past 40 days, Chen Moran has been thinking about how to let this woman and her bank serve herself, and now the opportunity has come.

"Yu Qing, who sent the letter!"

"These letters were sent by the postman. This one was handed over by the concierge alone in the morning, saying that it was left by a stranger."

"Oh!"

Looking at the letter in his hand and the note he left, Chen Moran answered softly.

"When does the young master have breakfast?"

"What time is it now?"

"It's a quarter to eight o'clock."

"Okay, let the kitchen prepare it and eat it at 8:30. Let's go to the factory in the afternoon!"

Chen Moran looked at the notepad on the table.

"Young master, in addition, Miss Risa asked if there was anything else to buy today?"

As a person around the young master, Lin Yuqing plays the role of not a housekeeper in this family, but better than a housekeeper. At least as one of the young master's closest followers, even the housekeeper Ruisha has to pass on many things through Lin Yuqing.

"I don't have many cigars. Let her buy a few boxes back, and let Jialiang come over!"

After Lin Yuqing left the room. Chen Moran leaned on the bench, turned over the first few pages of a few pieces of paper, and then carefully read the newspaper. Reading the newspaper is a habit that has only been formed recently. Although there are not many Chinese newspapers in Shanghai, it is enough to let him know something about this era and throw away the newspapers one after another. Chen Moran said to himself.

"These newspapers are really nothing to watch."

Newspapers in this era do not seem to be attractive. They are either speculation and worried about the current situation in the north, or some local news in Shanghai. In addition, there are some overdue overseas news.

"Young master! Did you call me?"

Entering the restaurant and looking at the young master who was having breakfast, Zhu Jialiang stood aside respectfully.

"Ji Liang, we are all a family. Don't be so polite. Sit down!"

"Young master, the gift can't be wasted!"

Listening to this, Chen Moran looked up at him repeatedly and couldn't believe that the words came out of his mouth.

"You, you are a liang, when do you have these things!"

The young master's words made Zhu Jialiang smile and scratch his head.

"You can't hide it from the young master. Brother Qing said that in this garden, it's not as good as in the factory. You have to follow the rules here!"

"No more talk about this! Hurry up and sit down! You stand and talk like that, young master, I'm not feeling well!"

Chen Moran waved his hand to let him sit down.

"Ji Liang, you have been with Renkui and Guozheng these days. What do you think of them!"

Zhu Jialiang was stunned at first, and then laughed again.

"Young master, Brother Qing said that you will definitely ask!"

"Oh, what did Ah Qing say?"

"Brother Qing said, wait and take your time! The state government looks simple and honest, but I think about it. That's what I mean. The state government is the kind of person my father said. You have to look at it slowly. Brother Qing said that Uncle Zhang is the elder of the Qing Gang, and he is also a face-to-face person in the market. I'm afraid that he won't stay in our house for a long time!"

"Hmm! This Aqing!"

Chen Moran nodded with a smile. Although Yu Qing was too old to do things, he seemed to be more old-fashioned. Originally, he could say these words to himself, but he mentioned them to Zhu Jialiang. He must have guessed that he would ask Jialiang.

"Jiliang, you let Shunzi get out of the car. Let's go out in the morning. Also, tell A Qing that if Weiyang comes back, let him wait for me at home."