king of black mist.

Chapter 151

Before going to Liyuan at night, Li Changzhou took a bath to remove the fragrance left by Li Biwei on her body - she put on powder, and Yang Qinglan's perception was high.

It was really unlucky, Li Changzhou didn't think it was an affair at all, and told him that it was a 120% disaster.

Except for Yang Qinglan, he didn't want to touch any woman.

And before—on the train that came, he had made an appointment with Yang Qinglan, even when talking to the opposite sex, he had to divide the work, the man would hand it over to him, and the woman would hand it over to her, but not long after that, he was sat on the lap by the woman up.

In reflection, the car soon arrived at Liyuan.

The receptionist's eyes have been sharpened for a long time, and he can tell who it is by the license plate of the car. Li Changzhou's car has not stopped yet, with a smile on his face, and he walks to the drop-off point to greet him.

As soon as the car stopped, the receptionist was about to go up to open the door, but was pushed away by Liu De who got out of the car first.

Twelve bodyguards got down from the three cars behind them, and quickly surrounded Li Changzhou's car with wolf-like eyes, and the safety of the Browning pistol in their hands was released.

The ostentation was so great that the noisy entrance of the Liyuan was quiet for a moment.

"Second Master, we're here." Liu De opened the car door respectfully, and stepped aside again.

Li Changzhou got out of the car, still dressed as a gentleman in a suit, and the civilized stick in his hand was replaced by "Spider Bee Tentacle Cane".

He didn't rush in, and stood by the car and looked around.

In the night, on the street, under the light of old-style electric lights, all kinds of cars are full.

Women either wear cheongsams or western-style skirts, red, yellow, blue and white, colorful and dazzling, without the black and white feeling in old movies.

There are also speculative hawkers, carrying fruit loads and baskets of biscuits, doing temporary business.

The rickshaws are even more like an assembly line, delivering neatly dressed guests one after another.

These rickshaws don't leave when they deliver customers, they just wait at the door, either chatting with other drivers, or hanging out in temporary stalls, waiting for customers to return business.

Li Changzhou withdrew his gaze, turned around and was about to walk into the pear garden.

"Boss Feng! Boss Feng! Please!"

"The children at home have been hungry for several days, and we really have no money!"

"Boss Feng, we don't need wages, just give us food! A meal of cornmeal or a pancake a day is enough! Boss Feng, please show kindness, we kowtow to you!"

At the corner of the street, a group of ragged men knelt in front of a car.

After a while, an old man wearing a long gown and a black mandarin jacket with a calm demeanor got out of the car. The voices of the men became louder, and Wuya knelt there.

"Everyone, everyone!" The old man was full of anger, "It's not that I, Feng, don't want to help you, you have no money, and I, Feng, have no money either! The 300 million seafood has not entered Hong Kong until today, and I am also dismantling it." How can we help you if you can't protect yourself?"

"Boss Feng, please! Please!" The group of men just kowtowed.

The old man said a few words, returned to the car, the bodyguards of Liyuan stepped forward and drove the group of men away.

Li Changzhou turned his head and asked Liu De, "What's going on?"

"These people should be workers at the dock." Liu De also looked at the whole thing beside him, "Not long ago, it was said that the port encountered a sea freeze that has not been seen in decades, and the ship didn't come in for a month. If there is no ship, there will be no goods. Of course, these dock workers have no money to take, but this is what I heard."

Li Changzhou glanced at those men again.

No matter how old or young they are, they are all strong bodies made by coolies, and they look like they have a lot of strength. At this time, this group of old men cried into a pile.

One of the men collapsed on the ground crying, like a child who can't get candy.

The people around turned a blind eye, those rickshaw drivers and stall vendors, as long as they didn't attract customers or sell anything for a few days, what happened to the porters in front of them was their tomorrow.

If we talk about the difference, it's that these dock workers still have places to cry, while self-employed workers like them don't even have places to cry.

"This is life, this is our life!" An elderly worker sighed.

This is our life.

It is indeed their fate, and their fate has already been clearly written in history.

Li Changzhou withdrew his gaze, walked into the pear garden with his tentacled cane, feeling melancholy.

He had learned a little about those bitter days in the early 20th century in books, and he had long been prepared for it. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't hide his sorrow, and his internal organs seemed to be caught by those crying and shouting.

But he also knew that he couldn't do anything for these people, their lives were already over.

When you walk into the theater, you will see the stage, and a three-sided stand is built around the stage.

Under the stands, there were rows and rows of chairs, and even the aisles were filled.

'The first concert in my life. Li Changzhou sighed, forgot what happened just now, changed his mood, and was led into the box.

There are soft boxes in the box, dried fruits, cakes, and some side dishes, both meat and vegetables, served on plates. There are also two bottles of wine, one bottle of wine and one bottle of brandy.

No matter how poor and unable to afford food outside, this place is always lively and luxurious, making people wonder, is this really a world?
Feeling depressed, easy to think wildly when idle, Li Changzhou asked Liu De to talk to him about the drama.

"Second Master, today is Sun Xiaoyun's team."

"Who is Sun Xiaoyun?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Second Master, you have lived abroad for a long time, so you don't know much about China!" Liu De smiled.

"Compared to you, Second Lord, Sun Xiaoyun is nothing, but in Beijing opera, he is a famous character! When he was on stage and sang, he was a famous Huadan. Give her some noodles."

In the end, he flattered him again: "But if you are offended, Second Master, and you are accused of being a spy, Liu De, I will bring her head to you."

"Why do I want her head?" Li Changzhou laughed, "Continue talking."

"Okay." Liu De first poured him a glass of wine, and then set the table and chopsticks, "Sun Xiaoyun's reputation not only hasn't weakened, but has become even more prosperous since she has taught many famous actors, and Chunhuang is the most outstanding one among them." one."

Li Changzhou ate two mouthfuls of dried shrimp and listened with one ear.

Liu De said again: "This Sun's class has another feature, second master, guess what it is?"

"what?"

"The team is full of actresses." Liu De said with a smile, "The male roles of Sheng and Jing are also played by actresses, and Xu Sheng is the most famous Chunhuang."

He couldn't help admiring: "This Sun Xiaoyun's eyes don't know where to fall in love with so many talented and beautiful women."

"It's quite capable." Li Changzhou nodded.

Yang Qinglan is doing chores under her hands (this word is very important, it must not be replaced by "learning to sing"), how could she have no skills?

"Second Master, you don't know that many tycoons take pleasure in marrying her actress."

"I will also marry one today." Li Changzhou said with a smile.

"Based on your appearance and identity, Second Lord, pack it!" Liu De gave a thumbs up, "Let it all go to the Marshal's Mansion!"

A master and a servant laughed.

"I'm so happy."

When the voice sounded, Liu De was startled, anger and guard surged up at the same time.

The anger was because the twelve subordinates outside let people in without authorization, and they were on guard because they were worried that someone would assassinate them.

But when he saw someone coming, he immediately showed an ambiguous smile on his face, and withdrew without saying a word.

"Sit." Li Changzhou pointed to the soft bed 'opposite the small table full of snacks and wine'.

Zhong Yingru put down the gauze draped around her wrists, and asked lightly, "What makes Second Uncle smile so happily?"

"It's nothing, Liu De made a joke." Li Changzhou poured her a glass of wine, thinking about how to deal with her.

Is it Pao Quan (a serious punch), Hunyuan Thunderbolt Palm (listen to the thunder in a silent place), or Vigorous Bull Demon Fist.

During this time, Zhong Yingru kept looking at him.

"What is sister-in-law looking at?" Li Changzhou asked.

Zhong Yingru pursed her lips: "Nothing."

She saw that Li Changzhou had taken a shower.

Taking a sip of wine, her body warmed up, and her legs rubbed against each other lightly.

But not yet, the show hasn't started yet, maybe someone will come.

The best time is to wait for the Spring Emperor to come on stage and when everyone concentrates on watching the show.

Li Changzhou also had the same idea, waited for everyone to concentrate on watching the show, knocked her out with a palm, and then waited for the assassin to come to the door, after cleaning up the assassin, he went to find his Miss Yang.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't sit still. He didn't see Miss Yang for two whole days!
Bi Caiaixi, I haven't seen each other for a day, like three years old, I haven't seen him for six years, if it drags on, he will get sick.

Seeing his impatience, Zhong Yingru pursed her lips even tighter.

She was lying on a soft chair, her apricot yellow cheongsam was extraordinarily slim, with the curve of her breasts, slender waist, and slender legs, like a delicious dish.

The buttocks are pressed into the soft chair, and the graceful curves are also full of young women's style.

No wonder Li Changzhou would play with his sister-in-law, Li Changzhou could more or less understand, if Yang Qinglan wasn't there, he would be a little bit moved, but what about Li Biwei?
Even without Li Qianxia, ​​he wouldn't do this kind of thing with his sister.

Is it because Li Changzhou has been studying abroad all year round, and he and Li Biwei only met after they grew up, so the relationship between a man and a woman is better than that between a brother and a sister?
Just as he was thinking, there was sudden thunderous applause, and the cheers nearly shook the whole troupe.

As soon as the musical instruments sounded, a group of people came out from the stage with clangs and clangs. They swung their postures, raised their voices, and their voices, whether light or heavy, were clearly transmitted to everyone's ears without a microphone.

Li Changzhou watched it for a while and gave up. If he knew what the song was about, it might be interesting, but the key point was that he couldn't even understand the words.

But he still pretended to listen carefully, or else. Did he touch his sister-in-law?
At this moment, Liu De walked in, leaned down beside him, and said in a low voice, "Second Master, someone is looking for you."

Came much earlier than expected.

"Let him in." Li Changzhou still looked at the stage.

After Liu De left, Zhong Yingru frowned: "Did you date someone else?"

"Sister-in-law, don't be in a hurry, I'm also going to perform on stage today." Li Changzhou laughed.

Liu De led a person in, a thin, middle-aged man in a long gown and a Western-style hat.

"You go out first." The thin middle-aged man said to Liu De and Zhong Yingru.

Liu De raised his eyebrows and was about to get angry.

"Liu De, you go out first." Li Changzhou said.

Liu De hesitated for a moment, and said: "Master, I'm outside, call me if you need something."

"Go."

After Liu De withdrew, Li Changzhou said again: "This is my sister-in-law. I have nothing to hide from her. If you have something to say, just talk about it."

He wanted to use these things to make Zhong Yingru take the initiative to alienate him, and Zhong Yingru gave him a bright look.

The thin middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing a straight face.

"Li Changzhou," he said, "we're not looking for trouble for you, we're here to give you benefits."

"What's the benefit?" Li Changzhou ate the food with chopsticks.

"Be handsome."

Zhong Ying's eyelids twitched, she looked away from Li Changzhou's face, and carefully looked at the person in front of her.

From her standpoint, she naturally hoped that Li Changzhou would inherit the Li family's warlord. Now that her husband knew about her cheating, the reason why she held back was because she didn't want to lose face, and because she was worried about Marshal Li.

Once Li Bichang becomes the commander-in-chief, neither she nor Li Changzhou will have a good time.

Li Changzhou picked up the glass bottle, poured himself some wine, took a sip, and leaned back on the chair.

"Who asked you to come? Song family? Zhao family? Or a foreigner?" He asked.

"You have no choice," the tall, thin middle-aged man said in a leisurely and superior tone, "If you don't want to be a handsome man, you will die."

Li Changzhou stared at him, and after two seconds, he put down his wine glass and smiled.

"I have a rule of thumb in life - asking for help should not be difficult, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)