Republic of China

Chapter 359 Old Friend
Tickets to Tianjin's most popular restaurant are hard to come by during the best time periods. Zhao Sanyuan originally wanted to save his energy and buy two tickets from a scalper, but he almost fainted when he heard the exorbitant price.

Do you think it’s the Fengtian Brothel or the Beijing’s Purple Gold Pavilion?
I didn't know what was going on and I thought it was some big leader performing on the stage.

Zhang Xiaogou had no way to deal with this. This was the scene watched by Shan Zi Tou, and he was well-known in the underworld for his short knife. He would definitely be recognized if he showed up.

But as luck would have it, the two brothers never expected to meet old friends here.

"Hey~?"

The loud voice with a strong smell of corn dregs startled the two brothers.

When they looked for the person coming, they didn't expect that it was Lao Beifeng, the top leader of the Feng Province bandits, and Master Liu.

"It's really Brother Sanyuan and Master Lu! How many times have I——"

Before he finished speaking, the two brothers rushed over, one on the left and one on the right, to cover Old Beifeng's mouth, fearing that their identities would be discovered by someone, especially after experiencing the shock of last night.

Old Beifeng was an old hand after all, and he understood immediately. Then he shook the brothers' wrists openly, and led them into Suluo Garden with a hearty smile, chatting about all sorts of things as they walked, just like some nouveau riche.

The journey was smooth and we didn't sit at a table in the lobby, but in a private room on the second floor, which was definitely a big deal.

After they were seated and Master Liu closed the wooden door to make sure there were no ears on the other side of the wall, Old Beifeng complained, "Two brothers, we haven't had any fun for a year or two, right? I sent people to Fengtian City and Taoguantun to look for you many times, but we couldn't find you. Did you come to Tianjin to make a fortune?"

Even though Old Beifeng is a bandit leader and has done many bad things like smashing kilns and robbing people, he still has a decent image as he used to work in the police station. He only became a bandit because he was framed. Deep down, he is still the old-fashioned big brother who cares about family and friends.

What's more, the friendship between them is not small. Zhao Sanyuan brought back the instructions of Lao Beifeng's biological father from the Jinji Mountain in the underworld, and dealt with the problem of Ye Xian'er who was troubled by him. The most important thing must be that after a series of operations, he was able to obtain the organized Fengtian Army munitions for Lao Beifeng.

Both in public and in private, Lao Beifeng respected the young man Zhao Sanyuan, thinking that there was a long time to come and they should not become estranged.

Zhao Sanyuan sighed helplessly, "What kind of wealth can we make? We came here to escape disaster. It's annoying enough to think about it."

"If you really have encountered difficulties, even if the teahouse is closed, why has it been closed for so long without selling out? You must have encountered difficulties." Old Beifeng changed the subject, "Brothers, you are too polite. If you encounter difficulties, come to me, your brother. Even if I am not very capable, you have real connections with the brothel. Who can force you to leave? Did you offend the old commander?"

Seeing that Zhao Sanyuan and Lu Xiucai seemed hesitant to speak, Lao Beifeng knew very well that they were afraid of getting themselves into trouble.
Especially Zhao Sanyuan, he knew this kid's temperament very well. He was fearless and unafraid of anything. It would be a big deal if he could be driven away.

"Is it related to what you did in Sunjiawan back then?"

"Okay, brother, stop guessing. This matter has something to do with you and Qingshan Hao. The Japanese expatriates you killed were actually related to the Kwantung Army in Luda. We killed..."

After much thought, Zhao Sanyuan decided to give Lao Beifeng something clear. No matter how much, they were indeed involved. It's just that the Japanese would not cause trouble for the horse bandits. After all, in order to give an explanation to the Japanese, the Fengtian Army brought in a lot of troops to carry out a "large-scale encirclement and suppression" operation, and then announced to the outside world that the evil bandits had been pacified.

The real result is that after Lao Beifeng got the benefits, he happily took his people to other mountains to continue his old business, and it became more and more prosperous. During this period, the Japanese were the only enemies. Even if he knew it clearly in his heart, he couldn't say anything. The old man just said one thing: we in the Northeast should suppress the bandits in the Northeast ourselves, what can the Japanese do?
But no one can guarantee whether the Japanese will come after him, so it is necessary to remind Old Beifeng.

After roughly understanding the whole story, Old Beifeng and Master Liu looked at each other. Neither of them had expected that there were so many complicated details involved.

"Is the Yin-Yang Master really that powerful? Not necessarily. Even if he was powerful, he would have been picked by you guys, right?"

"To be honest, the two we killed were probably just small characters. Since my master decided to enter the country to avoid disaster, he must know how powerful the Yin-Yang Master is. Relax and wait for the storm to pass. It's been more than a year. How can he really find a needle in a haystack?"

Old Beifeng shook his head seriously, "Don't be vague, the Kwantung Army's intelligence agency is damn powerful. If they keep their mouth shut, they will investigate you sooner or later. Listen to my advice, it's nothing serious, don't rush home. But then again, what you did is really fucking satisfying, right, Old Liu?"

Master Liu agreed with him, and his tone became more serious. "Thank you, Brother Sanyuan. Our gang is now well-off. We have sent more people out, and we know more things. Let's not talk about the distant past. In the past year, the Japanese opened many mines in the three provinces. On the surface, the salaries were very high, but accidents kept happening, and a large number of people died. There was no big fuss because the Japanese were willing to spend money. I was puzzled. Why can't they improve the working environment when they have money to deal with the aftermath? After hearing what you said, I suddenly realized that the damned ones might be using some evil magic."

No matter whether they are peasants or not, whether the foreigners are guests or wealthy wolves, as long as they are born and raised on the black soil, they all know that in the great war between the Japanese and the Russians, the people of Yanhuang on the black soil suffered the most, and their wounds have not healed to this day.

Everyone knows that the Japanese are not good people.

If it were a few years ago, the Japanese would never have expanded so fast on the black soil. How could the old commander not know the importance of non-ferrous metals and coal deposits? In today's chaotic world, it is absolutely real hard currency, all real gold and silver.

But there was no way. Guo Songling's betrayal forced the old marshal to accept the olive branch offered by the Japanese to resist Guo Songling.

Although the old marshal played tricks and wrote "read" instead of "approved" on the agreement, the Japanese were not easily fooled. In the past two years, they tried every means to force the old marshal to fulfill his promises, especially the various agreements concerning the South Manchuria Railway that were humiliating to the country.

The old commander has never opened the door, but if he refuses to give in, it will easily put the Japanese in a corner, so he has to resort to lowering the threshold for the Japanese to run mines and delay the matter as much as possible.

"Have there been any incidents similar to the one in Sunjiawan?" Zhao Sanyuan frowned.

I have never been down into a real mine, but I have knocked on stones in the underworld, the Jinji Mountain. I still remember the feeling clearly, and it was definitely not pleasant.

If what Master Liu said is true, those mines run by the Japanese always have mining accidents that result in large numbers of deaths, and they are willing to spend a lot of money to deal with the aftermath and block the news, it would be strange if there is no foul play.

For the first time, Zhao Sanyuan wavered in his decision to cross the border to escape the disaster.

When I accepted the bonus from the old commander, I killed all the Yin-Yang masters I saw, but now
Lu Xiucai, who was standing next to him, was a very sensitive person and he immediately noticed the change in his brother's mood.

When it comes to hatred towards Onmyoji, he is the most intense among the brothers, but at this moment, in order to take care of his brothers' feelings, he laughed it off and changed the subject.

"Brother Zhang, why did you come to Tianjin instead of enjoying the delicious food and drinks in the mountains? The private rooms in Su Luo Garden are not cheap. Did you smash someone's rich kiln here?"

Old Beifeng couldn't help but smile, and said with a smile: "What kind of heavenly life is it outside the Great Wall? I don't want to come to Tianjin to plant a flag and compete with the local snakes for food. We have our own pillars and I won't hide it from you two. There are more and more skins hanging on our pillars, and the tools are really not enough, so I found a way to come to Tianjin to get some live wires, and I will bet here tonight."

"Can't get a hard dick at home?"

"You don't know, for the past six months, the young marshal has been sweeping the mountains. He really took action. Some of them were recruited into the forest protection team, some were dismissed, or were shot on the spot. I guess he didn't take it seriously because of the friendship between the Sanyuan brothers. Otherwise, where would so many old men join him? But if he doesn't use ruthless force, it's the end of the road. It's impossible to find a way to buy weapons. Officials are officials, and bandits are bandits. He won't watch us become big. But after all, I owe this favor to his Zhang family."

Zhao Sanyuan recalled his only meeting with the Zhang father and son.

He and Lao Kang both believed that the young marshal was a chivalrous man with a very bad temper. It would have been fine if he had been born in an ordinary official family, but as the eldest son of the old marshal, this was a huge weakness and defect.

"We're all in the private room. Brother, you must be doing a big deal."

"Hey~ To be honest, the other side is giving me a batch of fire wires for free, so I have to show my appreciation~"

"What kind of idiot would give arms to a bandit leader? Are you crazy? Brother, don't be fooled. Free things are always the most expensive."

Old Beifeng grinned wickedly and said, "It's nothing actually. It's just that the old guards of the previous dynasty wanted to bribe me. I will do things for them when the opportunity arises. Screw those old guards. They want to dream of restoring the country, so I will accompany them. Anyway, I will get the benefits first. I feel at ease taking advantage of them. I even have enough energy to pee." Zhao Sanyuan and Lu Xiucai were secretly shocked.

I meowed as if I heard something big!
So brother, you are doing business with Lao Aijia?
Judging from this, the size of your gang must have expanded several times than before.

Row!
There is a pattern!

You have to get them for free!

But some melons cannot be eaten casually. Given your identity, you have to avoid suspicion. Besides, you have a lot of things to do.

"Okay, you two brothers, please keep busy. We have something else to do. Let's have a good drink together when we return to Northeast China."

Old Beifeng and Master Liu did not make any empty polite attempts to keep him as they were each busy with their own things.

It was just that Zhao Sanyuan missed the chance to know the identity of the last emperor. If he had stayed for five more minutes, he would have seen the great wronged man whose fortune was read, and he would have realized how shocking the fortune was. No wonder he almost lost his life.
The show begins with the sound of gongs and drums.

Nalan Rongcuo, dressed in a long gown, was still as elegant and refined as ever. On the stage, he bowed and saluted and said some polite words to bring honor to his humble home.

The two brothers stood in the corner and looked into the distance.

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"Sanyuan, what do you think?"

“I can’t see it.”

"Oh?"

"He's a rotten ass."

"Heroes see the same thing."

“He is indeed more than just a drummer.”

"Indeed, judging from his spirit, he has definitely been nurturing evil spirits with his blood, flesh and spirit since he was young. It is a miracle that he is still alive today."

"Then you see deeper than me. Apart from his rotten ass, I can only see that he has something on him. So do you Buddhists have such good eyesight?"

"People may know that the Buddhist skills are extensive and profound, but they don't know that the higher the skills, the more violent the energy. Only the higher the Buddhist teachings can suppress it. It includes the ears, nose, mouth, eyes, heart, soul and spirit. Over time, you will definitely see more clearly."

The two brothers had no plans for any big action this time, they simply wanted to see what kind of person Nalan Rongcuo was.

Without much investigation, just by seeing this man, the two brothers were sure that there was something seriously wrong with him.

Just as the two were teasing about how bad Nalan Rongcuo's butt was, as if there was some kind of magnetic field attraction between the masters, Nalan Rongcuo's eyes fell on the two of them.

Their eyes met.

Sometimes it feels really strange and effective.

After confirming with each other's eyes, I know this guy is the one I want to deal with.

When their eyes met, even without any evidence, Zhao Sanyuan and Lu Xiucai were both certain that Nalan Rongcuo must be the bastard who raised a scorpion ghost.

"I didn't expect such a rare guest to come to my house. I am extremely worried. I hope you won't leave in a hurry. Nalan will definitely show his hospitality after you leave the stage."

The guests downstairs and upstairs were in an uproar, discussing which distinguished guest could have been invited by Nalan Rongcuo to come on stage. You know, this great man always refuses invitations from others.

Zhao Sanyuan and Lu Xiucai had surprisingly identical expressions, both sneering.

Pretty crazy, right?

All right, just sing and act well on the stage, and I'm going to beat the living shit out of you!

Zhao Sanyuan took out a compass and placed three crooked white candles on it.

"Unjust and unjust death, life and death are related!"

"You are admirable, I respect and listen!"

"The five deceased tigers fled to the mountain's shadow. To which god did the sound of the mountain belong?"

"If you take away the five tigers of the Suijun, Suijun will bring disaster to your life!"

The white wax spontaneously ignites without fire, the weak flame flickers, and a faint green light is revealed, which is creepy to look at.

Lu Xiucai added some strength to this. He pinched his fingers together and exhaled gently towards the flame.

The flame tilted under the force, but after tilting it did not return to its original shape, but continued to tilt. It was very strange and mysterious.

The two brothers followed the guidance of the flames, walking and stopping along the way until they came to a building for visitors to rest. Just as Lu Xiucai had described before, there was also a patio here, and under the patio there was a half-dead old apricot tree.

"That's it. There's a live stake buried underneath."

"How do we do it?"

"What else can we do? The stake is already dead, so the bureau and the stake are ruined!"

"Then lend me your knife."

Neither of these two people has a good temper. After being provoked by Nalan Rongcuo's words, they forgot their original plan of just coming here to tread on the plate. Hey, you are so arrogant, so don't blame me. Let me vent my anger first!

(End of this chapter)