The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1122: Group Portrait ([-])

But now, the channel of the Feitian River has been opened up, which means that more supplies can be transported to Xuanwu Road, and everyone no longer has to worry about it.

Even if the merchants in the central capital don't sell them things, the merchants in other places will not buy the account of the Secretary of Security. After this battle, there will be a steady stream of resources sent to Xuanwu Dao.

After all, this is the central capital, and seriously speaking, it is within the territory of the General's Mansion. No matter how powerful and overbearing the Blood Marquis is, he will not be able to influence the merchants in the General's Mansion.

Isn't this the upper capital city in his Duke's Mansion?
In this way, Xuanwu Dao began to boil, and people were full of hope for the future life. Some members of the special service team reported after the war, and when they returned home, they were recognized by neighbors who also participated in the charitable act.

The big publicity attracted the surrounding neighbors to watch, and then there was a big banquet, asking this and that, which made the secret service members very embarrassed, and then said some irrelevant things.

Of course, these were deliberately arranged by the Special Service Brigade, and they were part of the rumors. After all, the Special Service Brigade lost a lot in this battle and needed to replenish its troops to deal with the decisive battle with the Blood Marquis in the future...

At the same time, there were also many reporters from the "New Evening News" walking in various blocks of Xuanwu Road, interviewing people.

He even visited many martyrs one by one to learn more about the specific battle process.

After Xing Li went back, he had a drink, and started talking about storytelling in the small library regardless of the pain, and everyone in the audience would cheer up from time to time.

When it came to the critical point, a reporter who ordered dried fruit refreshments and listened to books asked:

"What was the situation at that time? Can you tell me more about it? Sorry, I'm a reporter. The person who was stabbed to death and fell into the water should be your companion. What's his name?"

Xing Li's eyes darkened, and he said: "Is he Liu Yidao next door, or did he rush me to go, I didn't expect that when I came back, he died..."

The reporter asked again: "Who else died? What are your names, what did you do before, do you know..."

Because he is a reporter from the "New Evening News" and he is a person of status, and the people present are not to be disturbed, listening to his questions and answers with Xing Li.

After a while, when the audience heard someone they knew or had heard of, they also interjected, talking about that person.

The reporter took notes one by one.

……

"Ask Datou Wang?"

On Fenxiang Street, the residence of the injured Yu Erlai.

The Tsing Yi reporter who participated in the war with him yesterday found him and is interviewing him.

Yu Erlai's life was saved by him, so of course he knew everything, dragged his seriously injured body, and asked the friend who was serving him to pour tea for him.

The reporter was also injured. Originally, he was supposed to be on vacation today to recuperate at home, but after hearing about such a victory, he couldn't help but come out to work.

The blue-faced man coughed twice, nodded to the pretty woman, took the pair of teacups with a smile, and expressed his thanks.

"Yes, it's Wang Datou. I saw him very brave yesterday, and he was the first to charge forward."

"Ugh……"

Yu Erlai sighed, and said: "Speaking of this kid, I have a grudge against him. He is just like me, born of a bitch. I am two years older than him."

"It's a neighbor again. I'm an old resident of Fenxiang Street. I grew up naked together when I was young...Speaking of which, our family was also rich. My stepfather was the leader of a gang, but he was killed. It's gone, it's gone..."

"...For practicing martial arts, Wang Datou still learned from me. I taught him how to breathe and how to sort out his vitality. He has always been with me..."

"...Later, this kid had a second heart, and he learned some crooked moves from somewhere, and fought with me in front of all the brothers, and I drew with them..."

"...He took a few brothers to the next door to live in Huoshui Street to set up his own family, but I was so angry... On the pier yesterday, he licked his face and came over to call me the boss, so I didn't recognize him..."

"...He and his brothers are all dead, the people on that boat... Now the group of women under him are gone, I plan to take them in together to expand the business... Cough, mainly Look how pitiful they are, as a chivalrous man in Yu Erlai, shouldn't it be my duty to help those in need?"

The reporter in Tsing Yi recorded these things one by one, and then asked a few more questions.

Yu Erlai also answered, such as who else died, and their life history.

During this period, Yu Erlai also asked: "Hey, is your "New Evening News" the influence of the old man? Good brother, are you familiar with the director of the Stability Maintenance Office in our area? Her surname is Mu, her name is Mu Jing, and she is from the northwest. , but it has a taste..."

With a "crack", the friend who was cleaning up the stove angrily smashed a bowl and cursed:
"Is she as handsome as I am? She's old, she's in her 30s, she's almost [-], she's wearing two sledgehammers, and her waist is still thick. What's so good about her that you should never forget it?"

"Besides, he is the director of the Weiwen Institute, and he came with the old man. Can your bastard climb up? I want to blind your mind, you are short of milk, come, come, call mom, my mother will feed you..."

Yu Erlai scolded angrily: "Fuck you, what a fuss you are, you're embarrassing me in front of the reporters brothers, what the hell is wrong with you, believe it or not, I'll get up and clean you up!"

"Come on, you are half-crippled, and you still need to be taken care of by my mother! Believe it or not, I will leave you now and leave, and seek refuge with other people. When the time comes, you will become a star. Don't blame me for not recognizing you..."

"It's just you, you still want to be a star? Get the hell out, I have plenty of pretty girls under my command..."

"You just fell in love with other whores, don't you want me? It's useless for me to give you such a heart and soul, this reporter friend, let me tell you, he is... blah blah..., no People, you must expose it..."

The two sides began to quarrel at this point, the reporter in Tsing Yi persuaded them a few words, seeing that their quarrel became more and more fierce, he gave a wry smile and left quietly.

Then I went to the adjacent block, and as I was walking, I saw a seriously injured black-robed swordsman sending two people dressed as Wenwei and another reporter in scribe robes out of the house.

They were still polite to each other, said a few words, and then parted.

The reporter in Tsing Yi was slightly stunned. When the black-robed swordsman turned his eyes, he also saw him, quite stunned, and then the two looked at each other and smiled.

The reporter in Tsing Yi approached, cupped his hands and said, "Brother, we meet again."

The black-robed swordsman smiled and said, "If it wasn't for your elixir yesterday, I might not be able to survive, thank you."

"You're welcome, it's just an act of righteousness, so how can there be so many things to say?"

"Come in and talk?"

"Well...the left and right are not busy, so let's talk."

The black-robed swordsman is a cooked food seller, and his cooking skills are naturally extraordinary. There are two jugs of wine at home, which are placed on the table. While copying vegetables, he chatted with the reporter in Tsing Yi.

(End of this chapter)