20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 362 Style
Outside the small west gate is the earliest commercial port developed in Fengtian.

This is not only the location of the consulates of various countries, but also a gathering area for many foreigners living abroad.

There are many villas on both sides of the road, merchants, high-end clubs, and of course many magazines and newspapers.

It was getting late, and even though it was not yet time to turn on the lights, the streets were already gray.

Li Zhengxi wore a black top hat with a low brim and walked quickly along the main road of the commercial port, followed by four thugs.

He turned straight into a three-story apartment building and came to the door of room 207, with a clear and clear goal.

It is easy for the Jiang family to find a few foreigners' residences in a commercial port area.

"Boom boom boom!"

As soon as the knock on the door rang, Li Zhengxi knocked impatiently a few more times.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Huh? Who told you?" Li Zhengxi asked hurriedly.

"Yes, what's the problem? That's the Japanese concession."

When Li Zhengxi saw the door open, without saying a word, he stretched out his foot to block it, then grabbed the door panel with one hand, raised his head at the foreign devil, and said angrily: "Go in and chat!"

At the same time, from the bedroom on the left, a Chinese girl in her early twenties suddenly rushed out screaming.

"Don't move! You, sit here!"

Although his expression was a little confused, he still looked unscrupulous, or rather angry.

"I do not know him."

Li Zhengxi shook his head, but said: "But it seems that you have discussed it in advance today."

"who are you?"

Thompson tried to show his gentlemanly demeanor, but was stopped by Li Zhengxi at gunpoint.

Li Zhengxi turned around and shouted at his brothers, and everyone immediately worked together to pull the door open.

Li Zhengxi and others walked into the house.

Thompson frowned and said, "I'm a reporter, so of course I'll go wherever there is news."

"What are you doing? Mr. Thompson is a British man and is protected by British law. You are breaking into a private house!"

"Hey! What are you doing!" The Chinese girl followed to stop her, "You are not the patrol police, so why are you searching other people's things! They are British!"

"I don't know about other people," Thompson shrugged. "It's just that someone told me three days ago that big news was going to happen there."

Thompson immediately threw away the wine bottle in his hand, raised his hands and said, "I love Zhongguo!"

His Chinese was so broken that it sounded like he was singing.

"I'm fucking in!"

"Did you go to the annex to take pictures this afternoon?"

"Yes!"

Thompson also reacted at this moment, quickly picked up the whiskey bottle on the table, and threatened: "I am British, and I order you to leave here immediately! Otherwise-"

"Honey! Honey, what happened?"

Li Zhengxi didn't bother to explain. He turned around and winked at his men. The thugs immediately rushed into the house and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets.

"Wang Defa!" the foreign devil cursed, "Hey! What are you doing? This is my private residence, you have no right to come in!"

"Fuck you!" The attendant slapped the girl in the mouth with his backhand and cursed, "I'm still his mother-in-law!"

Maybe the foreigners were used to being arrogant and domineering in this land, and he still chose to open the door even though he knew that the people outside were not kind.

Wearing a white nightgown, she was not only not afraid when she saw Li Zhengxi and others, she was even angrier than the foreign devil.

"Who's_it?" a man with a deep voice responded.

Li Zhengxi stepped forward, took out the box cannon, pointed it at the foreign devil's head, and asked, "What else?"

After a while, the door was pushed open with a palm-wide gap.

The other boys immediately rushed out from the side and grabbed the door panel together.

A foreign devil with blue eyes and red hair stood in the room. He was shirtless and had extremely thick chest hair. He was wearing a white bath towel and blue slippers, and there were drops of water all over his body.

There was the sound of slippers on the floor in the house.

"Why are you going to the annex today?"

"What does that man look like?"

The two sat down together, and Li Zhengxi took a brief look at the decoration in the room. On the table covered with newspapers and scrap manuscripts, there was a typewriter, a pack of cigarettes, a full ashtray, and a glass of whiskey two fingers wide.

As soon as the door mirror darkened, Li Zhengxi immediately pushed away the thug behind him and ordered nonchalantly: "Open the door!"

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, the foreign devil immediately took a step back.

"Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop! What are you doing?"

"Hey! Stop it!"

"I can't remember, he looks similar to you."

"Think again."

"What are you thinking?" Thompson asked helplessly, "You all look similar!"

Li Zhengxi cursed secretly, thinking that those blue eyes were not very good.

At this moment, the thugs who entered the house to search also came out, holding cameras and stacks of photos.

For some reason, several of the thugs had evil smiles on their faces, and the Chinese girl in a white nightgown was holding the arm of one of them tightly, with a red face, and begged in tears: "Give me back." ! Give me back!"

"What are you laughing at?" Li Zhengxi asked curiously. "Brother, look at this, it's so exciting!" The thug handed the photo to Xifeng.

Li Zhengxi looked down and felt his ears were burning. He looked up at the Chinese girl and said with a smile, "This guy takes pictures of everything? It's indecent, so it's confiscated!"

He smiled and put the photo in his arms.

The girl blushed and lay on the sofa, stamping her feet and crying: "This is art! Art!"

Everyone laughed, and even Thompson laughed too.

"Why are you laughing?" Li Zhengxi lowered his face and suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun.

"What?" Thompson was confused.

"I asked you why you are laughing?"

"Me! What on earth are you going to do?"

Li Zhengxi stood up, took the camera from the hands of the attendants, threw it to the ground, then stepped on it several times, and then hit it with a stool. He will not stop until he completely smashes the camera, takes out the film inside, sets it on fire with a match, and burns all the photos.

"Why?" Thompson shouted anxiously, "Camera! My camera!"

The brothers held down the foreign devil.

"Why do you do this? This is news material! I am a reporter and the press is free. You have no right to do this!"

"Snapped!"

Li Zhengxi raised his hand and slapped the foreigner, grabbed Thompson's hair, and put the muzzle of his gun against the foreigner's neck.

"Is the press free? Do you know the Shengjing Times?"

"I know, I know." Thompson said tremblingly.

"If you dare to write a report about what happened this afternoon, your obituary will be in tomorrow's newspaper." Li Zhengxi asked fiercely, "Do you want news, or do you want to be news?"

"OK! OK! I understand, I understand!"

Li Zhengxi nodded with satisfaction, then stood up, took out several large-value tickets from his trouser pocket and threw them on the ground.

When he passed the girl in the white nightgown, he stopped again and warned: "Girl, what's going on today, don't act foolishly when you go out. Do you hear me? Foreigners can't protect you. I have your photo, so don't do anything stupid." Son!"

The girl responded with a trembling voice.

"Very good, that's it, let's go!"

Li Zhengxi walked away immediately through her white nightgown.

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On the other side, Nanfeng also brought four brothers to the newspaper office in the commercial port.

In a small bungalow, Wang Zhengnan straightened his clothes, sat on the sofa with complicated patterns, picked up the coffee on the coffee table, frowned, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Good coffee! Good coffee!"

He has no culture, but he comes across as affable and as polite as a businessman.

The old foreigner sitting next to him was a little bald. He was wearing a rigid gray suit and thick glasses with bottle bottoms. He looked a little lifeless.

"Mr. Wang is humorous." The old foreigner speaks Chinese quite fluently and seems to have lived here for many years.

"Mr. Bergson, are you an American?" Wang Zhengnan asked.

"No, I'm French."

"Oh, okay, France is great! It sounds good!"

While talking, a young and beautiful foreign woman came over carrying biscuits and tea.

She didn't speak Chinese, so she could only smile at Nan Feng.

Wang Zhengnan didn't speak, and turned to ask: "Mr. Bergson, what do you think of the proposal I just made? The things that happened in the annex this afternoon were just trivial and not news at all. What do you think? It’s of no use, why don’t you make it easier for me.”

Bergson smiled, but asked: "Yes, that's okay. Then...can you guarantee that you will give me exclusive information about Fengtian Duan Zhigui?"

"It's necessary, there's absolutely no problem!" Wang Zhengnan said firmly, "Duan Zhigui is a high-ranking official in the three eastern provinces. Punishing Duan Zhigui is not only the decision of the Fengtian authorities, but also the voice of the people. I won't fool you, I have a lot of these in my hands. The old guy’s details.”

Bergson asked: "For example?"

"Then it depends on what you want to know. For example, how much property he has in Fengtian, how many aunts and wives he has, and when he plans to leave Fengtian. We are all clear about these private matters. This is big news worth reporting! "

"If that's the case, I hope our cooperation can last longer."

Wang Zhengnan slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "Oh! Mr. Bergson, that is really what I want! To tell you the truth, the influence of you foreigners is this, especially you French, which is even more awesome! I really wish I could I will cooperate with you for a long time!”

Bergson waved his hand and said, "Mr. Wang is too polite."

"Hey! Otherwise, in the future, if my boss has any trouble and needs something good to say in the newspaper, you can help and create momentum. In return, we will also tell you some of the latest news from the Fengtian authorities, okay? Sample?"

"That's great! To be honest, I'm very optimistic about Zhang's political career."

"Then let's make an agreement?"

"Of course, of course!"

Bergson shouted to his wife twice in French, and within a short time, the camera film was delivered.

Wang Zhengnan weighed it twice in his hands and asked with some worry: "Sir, I believe you."

"Don't worry, I don't care about these street news, and the West doesn't care about these either. At most, it will pay attention to the overall situation."

"Okay! Then I won't disturb you any more and say goodbye!"

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Bergson suddenly stopped him. He thought he was going to keep him for dinner, but unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, he asked him if he believed in God.

"Uh... not bad, how about you, old gentleman, introduce me to me?"

(End of this chapter)