20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 448 Sense of Smell
Under the guise of opening the river, we can find out the truth and the truth.

I would like to ask how sincere and ambitious this trip to Harbin is.
Everyone understood the implication of Sheng Baoku, so naturally they immediately put down their chopsticks and looked towards their host.

"Wen Kaijiang" or "Wu Kaijiang"?
Is it a slow flow of water, following local rules, and silently making a small profit; or is it a big wave of white water, following your own ideas, and rushing to seize a place?
Jiang Lianheng raised his head and finished his drink, and said with a chuckle: "Boss Sheng, I'm here for the fish. It's important to be civilized and martial, and the fish should be fresh enough."

"Okay!" Sheng Baoku laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, Boss Jiang is a real person! There is nothing wrong with what he said. Business should be profitable!"

The two of them had similar spirits, so they sat there and toasted frequently, chatting and laughing.

Xue Yingqing felt a little unhappy when he heard this.

Before coming here, it was obvious that I had already promised that I would go to Habu just to make connections and do business, hook up a few "foreign Guanyin", and bring them back to Fengtian to fill the scene and add something new to Huifangli. Why did I chatter and start running again? Are you going to fight and kill?

Harbin has been in Habu for nearly twenty years. Although it is young, the business structure of Daoli and Daowai has been determined. If you have to seize a place in it, not to mention the hard work and money, you may cause a lot of trouble.

No wonder.

The "Heng" sect and the "Yan" sect, one is accustomed to plundering and the other is accustomed to deceiving and abducting. When looking at things, they fundamentally take two paths.

What's more, the boss should be tough when speaking to the outside world. Whether it is true or false, only the owner knows best.

The three of them walked into the hotel and came to the second floor corridor.

So, Sheng Baoku quickly stood up, led Jiang Lianheng, Xue Yingqing and others down the stairs, left the restaurant, went out and turned south, then returned to the so-called "Khitan Street".

"Go back!" Jiang Lianheng still stood where he was. It wasn't until Sheng Baoku's back completely disappeared from his sight that he finally turned around, facing the bright lobby of the Madier Hotel, picked up his suitcase and said, " Let’s go!”

It was extremely cold outside, and Sheng Baoku and the follower couldn't help but hide their feet and bid farewell to everyone.

I thought I could just rest and sleep, but unexpectedly, Jiang Lianheng called the two of them to his room again.

When it was time to leave, it was already ninety o'clock, but carriages still passed by the door from time to time.

"You can't bite off more than you can chew." Jiang Lianheng smiled and said, "Boss Sheng, you also know that I am hanging out in Fengtian, and I have no intention of settling down in Habu. I can only wander back and forth and not eat much. "

"Thank you very much, Boss Sheng." Jiang Lianheng cupped his hands and said, "But forget it today, I'm a little tired."

Xue Yingqing walked down the steps and said with a smile: "'Old Qian', you really spent money this time!"

"Boss Jiang, Shopkeeper Xue, please go in quickly. I'll come find you again tomorrow morning."

This time I didn’t take a Russian carriage again.

The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded from behind, and a rough-looking coachman shouted something toward the door. Jiang Lianheng waved his hand at him, and Naozi drove away a little disappointed.

He knew who was the backer behind the Jiang family, and he also knew that it was the general trend for Zhang to unify the outside world, so he immediately narrowed his eyes and replied repeatedly: "It's clear, it's clear, we are all friends, I will tell you everything, There’s so much to say.”

"That's true." Sheng Baoku nodded, seeming hesitant to speak.

Sheng Baoku arched his upper body, waved his elbows twice, and said, "You're welcome, come in quickly, I'm leaving."

Sheng Baoku had already reserved the room in advance, so Jiang Lianheng and others just checked in.

"Boss Jiang, there are literally tens of thousands of fish swimming in the Songhua River, and there are all kinds of fish. Please allow me to ask, do you want to catch a single fish, or do you want to cast a big net into it? , look at them all?”

Xue Yingqing walked over, rubbing her eyes, and said to Jiang Lianheng a little tiredly: "The three of us are going up first. If anything happens, we'll talk about it in the morning. I'm too sleepy."

Among them, restaurants, dance halls, billiards halls, coffee shops, and movie theaters are all equipped with various facilities. Copper stair handrails and expensive oil paintings are decorated. Of course, there is no need to go into details about its luxury and extravagance.

"Brother, why don't we go back to the house?"

"Okay, go to bed early. If you are scared at night, come and knock on my door."

The accommodation where we stayed was, of course, the famous Madiel Hotel.

"but--"

"Click, click, click..."

"Trouble!"

Jiang Lianheng continued: "I am quite interested in the people on the shore. Who is fishing? Who is fishing? How did I buy it? What is the price? If Boss Sheng is willing to give me a few clicks, that would be even better. alright."

"Ouch, blame me, blame me, I'm just enjoying myself." Sheng Baoku raised his hand and said, "Okay, it's getting late, let me take a few of you to the hotel to rest first? If there's anything else, we'll meet tomorrow chat?"

Everyone nodded one after another, feeling really tired from the fight between their upper and lower eyelids and the long journey.

It turned out that the Madier Hotel had already changed its appearance and became the most exclusive hotel in Harbin and even outside the customs.

Xue Yingqing rolled his eyes, turned around, followed Tou Daozi and Kang Zheng, walked into the hotel with their suitcases, and climbed to the second floor.

Everyone said goodbye, waving or clasping fists.

The group of people didn't walk very far along the road before they arrived at their destination, a magnificent and luxurious Baroque-style building.

With pure white sheets and quilts, flush toilets and radiators, clocks, desk lamps, and even a phone on the desk, the Madiel Hotel exudes a "modern" atmosphere.

Jiang Lianheng stood in front of the hotel, watching "Old Qian'er" and his little follower jog away.

However, the family did not speak the same language. Although Xue Yingqing was a little dissatisfied, his expression remained calm.

Jiang Lianheng sat down on the chair, lit a cigarette to refresh himself, scratched his forehead, and asked: "What do you two think of 'Old Qian'er'?"

At first, when Chuanghu heard that this was the place, he curled his lips with disdain, thinking that the hotel was actually not that good. When he reached the door, he was suddenly startled and almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.

Sheng Baoku was slightly startled, and his mind suddenly recalled all the rumors online about "ghosts knocking on doors".

Li Zhengxi and Chuanghu yawned, their mouths opened wide, as if they wanted to eat people.

After having enough food and wine, Sheng Baoku suddenly spoke again when it was about to end.

"It's quite interesting!" Li Zhengxi sat at the foot of the bed and lit a cigarette, "That table and this hotel just now should cost a lot of money, right?"

"It's indeed very generous!" Jiang Lianheng nodded in response, and then looked at Chuang Hu, "Hu, you have heard of this 'Old Money' before, please tell me."

Chuang Hu thought for a long time and sighed with some understanding: "If you ask me...this person still needs to learn restraint."

Hearing this, Li Zhengxi immediately frowned: "Tsk, I'm not talking about you. Why do you always keep talking about your business? Apart from the things in bed, you don't think about anything all day long, right? Brother asks what do you think of this person! "Eh? I'm talking about 'Old Qian'er'!"

Chuanghu is not dissatisfied, but has his own opinions on this.

"As the old saying goes, a person's character can be seen when he is drunk, and his character can be seen through gambling. In bed, you can still tell a person's character."

"Did you add the second half of the sentence yourself?" Li Zhengxi asked.

"Those old sayings are what people say!" Chuanghu looked at Jiang Lianheng and explained, "My boss, you don't know, that 'Old Qian'er' used to be very muscular and strong. He is really serious. The big man from Shandong!”

As he was speaking, he suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the room like a teacher, talking about what happened in Sheng Baokuu's room back then.

Jiang Lianheng and Li Zhengxi were greatly shocked after hearing this.

"I concluded at that time that this 'Old Qian'er' is definitely not a man who lives a long life!" Chuanghu muttered to himself, "It's not like I haven't seen anyone richer than him. He has an eight-bedroom concubine. The old man took it out and took a look. He was very energetic and his eyes were shining. If you look at him again, what a fistula he has become. There is no flesh at all on his face. "

"But his hands are quite strong." Jiang Lianheng interrupted suddenly.

"My boss, that's not the time yet! After all, I had a solid foundation when I was young. Now that I'm older, if I continue like this, sooner or later I'll be in trouble!"

Jiang Lianheng put out his cigarette and muttered: "I understand, I don't know restraint and I am greedy."

"Yes, that's what happened!"

Chuanghu nodded solemnly, then looked at Xifeng, smiled, and said: "Brother, how are you? I really didn't lie to you. Things in bed are not simple. There are great principles and knowledge in it. There is even great mercy!”

"You're so ridiculous, you're so fucking compassionate." Li Zhengxi turned his face and muttered with disdain.

"Look, you still don't believe that eating and drinking, men and women, are human desires. Let me give you an example..."

"Pull him down, pull him down! If you have such talk, you can go to the temple and walk around!" Jiang Lianheng waved his hand quickly, then asked, "This 'old money', does he have any money?"

"You have money!"

Chuanghu couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard the question.

"He used to set up a 'money table' outside the Taoist road. Didn't Shopkeeper Xue tell you about this? I left Harbin in the second year of Xuantong's reign. He was quite rich at that time. As soon as he said 'money table' ’, we all know ‘Old Money’, but at that time he was still living outside the Taoist community!”

"Hiss—that's weird."

Jiang Lianheng frowned and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "This is a treat for food and drink, a hotel arrangement, and a reservation for souvenirs... But it's such a cold day, how come he doesn't even have a carriage? No?"

Li Zhengxi and Chuang Hu were stunned.

"Maybe... you think it's difficult to walk on the road, right?"

This doesn't seem to be called a so-called doubt. Who said that rich families can't hire carriages?
"But -" Jiang Lianheng turned sideways and looked out the window, "He was so frozen just now. There were many carriages in front of the hotel, but I didn't see him calling one?"

There was silence for a moment.

Li Zhengxi suddenly remembered his reaction at the dinner table, and asked suspiciously: "Brother, are Boss Sheng and Shopkeeper Xue friends? I looked at it and it seemed that Lao Dao didn't want to see him."

"That's normal."

Jiang Lianheng shook his head, but said: "Can a business friend be called a friend? Moreover, he is also a person who helps with frivolous ideas. He is greedy to begin with. He is not in a hurry to discuss business when he comes to the table. Who knows that he is a gourd? What kind of medicine is sold there?”

"How about... let's go directly to Shopkeeper Xue and ask?"

"It's a bit late today, so don't ask anymore. Besides, if she feels something is wrong, she won't go back to sleep at all. I'm just a little curious, no need to make a fuss."

After saying that, Jiang Lian turned his head and looked at Chuang Hu silently, quite attentively.

When their eyes met, Chuanghu was stunned at first, then suspicious, then determined, and finally grinned and complained:
"Master, I just sat down to rest for a while, can you wait for me to go again tomorrow night?"

"Who asked you to listen to the window?" Jiang Lianheng scolded him sharply, "I want you to take Xifeng to Binjiang County tomorrow to find your friend named Lin Qi."

"Oh, that's easy!" Chuanghu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but asked, "Brother, do you want to watch a shadow puppet show?"

Jiang Lianheng pondered for a long time and had to nod: "Don't tell me, I really want to see something, but I can't do it recently. You two will go to Binjiang County tomorrow. 'Old Qian'er' made his fortune there, and his The dirty things must be there."

"I understand, let's find out what happened to that old boy from outside the Dao to the Dao."

"Yes, but don't give me my number. Go and check secretly and see what business he has done in the past two years."

"That's no problem!" Chuang Hu slapped his chest and said enthusiastically, "Lin Qi and I are close buddies and we get along very well. He is very comfortable there and I'm sure he knows everything."

"Huzi, don't talk too much." Jiang Lianheng reminded, "You two haven't seen each other for seven years, right?"

"My boss, don't worry. Lin Qi and I have maintained a close relationship over the years. Even if he dies and I want to ask him something, he still has to take the time to tell me a dream." Chuang Hu is still confident.

"Then you are really good at everything, buddy." Jiang Lianheng stood up and took off his wolfskin cloak, "Okay, that's it for tonight. Let's go back to bed early."

"Brother, you should rest early."

The door opened and closed, and the two of them took their leave.

Li Zhengxi walked through the corridor and walked towards his room. When he lowered his head, he saw Chuang Hu squinting his eyes, looking happy and happy, so he couldn't help but ask: "Why are you always laughing?"

Chuanghu stopped, looked around at the empty corridor, stood on tiptoes, and said with a secretive smile: "Brother, Binjiang County is a great place! I will take you there tomorrow to open your eyes!"

"You'd better finish things first and then talk about it!"

Li Zhengxi shook his head helplessly and walked into the room. He didn't even bother to turn on the light and just took off his clothes haphazardly.

When I came to the window and was about to close the curtains and fall asleep, I suddenly glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw a figure walking downstairs.

Li Zhengxi's eyebrows raised and he quickly pushed the window twice, but the window lattice was too frozen and he could not push it open.

So, he immediately covered his eyes with his hands, pressed against the glass, and looked out with wide eyes.

Although the figure had already moved away at this time, under the illumination of the street lamp, he still felt that the figure looked familiar.

Not Sheng Baoku, but more like his little follower...

(End of this chapter)