Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

This was no longer a run over. This was the hysterical release of fear. The entire sky of Jiangnan was filled with the smell of despair.

In the end, not even the employees of Gambling could come down. He could only hang them on the roof beams, and below him was the blackboard with the exchange rate. He held the chalk in his hand and waited for the boss's roar.

"Change, immediately change …" 1: 200 … Hurry up and change it! "

"I heard it. One silver coin for two hundred paper notes!" "This will change …" The skinny boy was as agile as a monkey. He wiped off the number 168 with the edge of his shirt and wrote a 200. The crowd below him was so packed that even the door of the shop was smashed.

"No!" "Heavens, how did you become so fast? Just a moment ago, it was 168, but now it's 200 all of a sudden. How are you going to let me live?"

"Stop squeezing, everyone stop squeezing …" What? Do you have any objections? "If you have any objections, then scram. I don't want your bill …"

While they were cursing, the crowd charged forward hysterically. The thick stack of paper money in their hands was stuffed under the nose of the shop assistant behind the counter, while one of them begged the shop assistant to quickly change to a few Real Gold and Silver.

Not even five minutes had passed, but Gambling, who was drenched in oil from behind, roared loudly, "Change! One to two hundred eight! Immediately! "

The crowd exploded with a boom. How can you change it like this? You guys drank human blood! "

Gambling opened her eyes wide, "What are you talking about? Drinking human blood? Why the f * * k are you looking for a place not to drink your blood? Bank, bank, ticket number... F * ck, this is a casino, what I earn is money! If you don't want to exchange for it, then scram! "

"Change it to 300 now!" At this moment, the people became even more panic-stricken. A few minutes later, the blackboard had turned into their talisman, and they could only look on helplessly as the Notes in their hands became useless paper. The feeling was too terrifying.

This was the difference between decapitation and beheading. Beheading meant death, and the pain was unimaginably excruciating. No one could bear this kind of torture anymore.

The hardwood, iron-banded counter emitted creaking screams in the crowd, as if it was going to collapse at any moment. The shop assistant who was at a loss of what to do was completely blocked off by his hands, the sweating paper money in his hands was extremely pungent.

At this time, there was no time to care about who arrived first. Whoever had money under their noses would be the first to go through with the process. Those citizens who had used thick stacks of paper money to exchange for one or two silver coins all struggled to rush back as if they were holding onto a life-saving straw.

Crying, making a ruckus, breaking down laughing, group after group of lunatics performed a tragic comedy of human scenes.

"Change the blackboard!" One to three hundred and fifty-six … Change it! One to four hundred and twenty... Keep changing it! One to six hundred and sixty-five... Fuck, why are there so many people rushing in? I have prepared a hundred thousand silver coins, is that not enough? "

"Keep changing! change it to one to eight hundred! "

One after another, his actions were just like Yama Minamiya's talisman. Some of the people in the crowd could no longer bear such a blow, their eyes turning dark as they fainted in the middle of the crowd.

However, he couldn't even think of lying on the ground. He was pushed around by the crowd and was unconsciously knocked back and forth.

This kind of scene happened in succession in dozens of Gambling throughout Shanghai. The price of the paper money plummeted to the freezing point, causing the public's mood to immediately collapse.

Looking at the price that fluctuated every minute, you don't have to complain, you don't have to trade if you have the ability! Right now, all the banks and tickets in the entire city, even the big merchants wouldn't dare to guard the door for business. As long as you opened the door, there would be ghost like people who would come looking for you to exchange for silver coins.

At first, there were some kind-hearted fishermen trying to save them, but the people who committed suicide later on had already become dumplings, and the river was filled with floating corpses.

On this day of despair, there were still countless hoodlums, thugs, Bao Dating and others who were constantly spreading terrifying auras. They were spreading rumours throughout the city, pushing the atmosphere of fear to the extreme.

In the end, even the yamen runners and soldiers who maintained public order joined the crowd. They searched through the last few bills in the house and also squeezed into the crowd, wanting to gamble on the last hope.

Just as the sky collapsed and the earth caved in, countless newspaper boys' shouts came from the street. Citibank, Standard Chartered Bank, France Bank... It's open for business! "

"The foreign bank has exchanged notes with the big guys! A 1: 750 ratio! "Go, go!"

At that moment, the terrified citizens of Shanghai felt as if they could see the holy light being scattered all over their bodies. An involuntary sense of happiness filled their hearts.

The price of the Gambling had reached one to eight hundred, and at that time, the foreigners had reached one to seven hundred and five, so the foreigners were the saviors of the world!

"Hurry up and go, it'll be too late to exchange …" Screaming crowds ran toward the tenants, and by then all the gates were open, and British and French soldiers had removed sandbags and railings, ignoring the influx of people from the Qing.

Dozens of Gambling's Big Brother Dragon Head immediately became anxious, "F * * k, you dare to fight with us for meat!? Bastard, change it for me... Change to 1: 700... Tell all of our underlings, Bao Dating and the delinquent, to go on the streets and shout for me! "

This time, the street was bustling with activity. The young newsboys had yet to finish their words when countless local thugs shouted, "It's a ratio of one to seven hundred!" Big guy, hurry up and go back to exchange … "One to seven hundred!"

Hualala, the crowd on the street rushed back again. There were actually a few old grannies running like the wind, and they were actually more than a few young ones.

Heng Liwen was the leader in the battle. When he saw the crowd rush into the bank's lobby, he laughed twice and heard the howls from the street.

"Damned Chinese, you dare to steal my chips?" This meat is all mine, all the paper money on the beach is mine! Pass my order, change to the price of 680! "

Not long later, all the newsboys on the streets started shouting again, "1: 680!" The foreign banks had changed their prices again! Quickly go and exchange! "

With a "hua la" sound, the citizens started to rush into the foreign bank again. At this time, Gambling's Dragon Head gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, "Change it to 650 for me …" "A silver coin for six hundred and fifty notes!"

"I swear on my dignity as the British Empire that I will defeat you thugs … Pass down my orders, Heng Liwen, change the punishment to one versus six hundred two … "

"All men of the martial arts world, stand up for me. Don't piss your pants in front of the foreign devil. Isn't it? This daddy will fight to the end for you! "