Chapter 652 Yu Manli

Night, Hong Kong, a small garden house on the main island.

Du Yong, who is already half a century old, is thin, with a pointed head and long face, and a little gray hair. He is wearing a light silk Tang suit and sitting on a chair in the study drinking tea. His eyes are a little empty and lifeless, and the action of drinking tea is very mechanical. He is thinking about something.

He doesn't know whether his choice is right. Last year, he followed the footsteps of the Kuomintang and worked closely with Dai Yunong to form the Loyalty and National Salvation Army. He served as a standing committee member and had certain authority. The development of the war was not unexpected. The Japanese were prepared for their wolfish ambitions. The information control of mountains, rivers, geography and hydrology was more detailed than that of the Central Army, the local defense army. With strong ships and guns, and more advanced weapons and equipment, the Central Army went to failure step by step. Japan occupied Shanghai and surrounded the concession.

Affected by this, he certainly could not continue to stay in Shanghai. Under the protection of his disciples, he went to Hong Kong alone for refuge. Later, he went to Wuhan to meet the bald man, and got a job as a standing member of the Central Relief Committee. He set up a sign in Hong Kong and started begging for alms.

He lived well here. After all, he had never lacked money. He had dozens of disciples to protect him. He had no worries about food and clothing and was safe. But his condition was not very good, because he was out of the center of power, without the huge power in his hands, and his influence was dissipating. This feeling was obviously unacceptable to a big man like him who had the title of "the first gangster in three hundred years", who also intervened in government affairs, had great resources for rectification, and had been stirring up trouble for decades.

He actually knew that his current choice was the most correct one. Because if he had not followed the footsteps of the Kuomintang, he would die! If he did not take refuge in Hong Kong later, but surrendered to the Japanese, he would also die!

Only this path now, he is alive, so it is correct.

His influence is greater than Zhang Xiaolin, and the influence of surrendering to the Japanese is also greater. Zhang Xiaolin can live for a year, but he will definitely not live. Under the circumstances at that time, the military would definitely kill him at all costs and eliminate the signs of other people surrendering to the Japanese, especially since he had a friendship with the bald man, which meant something different. He would definitely die, and it would be as fast as possible.

Today, he has accepted it, but he just can't let it go occasionally. Although the living conditions here are not that bad, it is a big gap compared to his Du Mansion in Shanghai, where people flatter him everywhere.

Now, his gap is even bigger, and his mood is even worse. Because a little red man named Wang Yan stood up and challenged his authority, and he was a little overwhelmed.

He knew Wang Yan. In the 16th year of the Republic of China, his parents died at the hands of the Kuomintang, or perhaps they should be considered to have died at his hands, because he organized the Green Gang to suppress and massacre. Coincidentally, at the end of the 15th year of the Republic of China, less than half a year before April 12, Wang Yan worshipped Lin Hongyuan as his old man. He considered it at the time, and because of some feelings and Wang Yan's ignorance, he did not kill Wang Yan.

In the 17th year of the Republic of China, Wang Yan joined the French Patrol and started to be a gossip. In the 18th year of the Republic of China, he solved a serial robbery and murder case and many theft cases and was promoted to team leader. In the 19th year of the Republic of China, he was promoted to deputy captain again for his meritorious service. In the 20th year of the Republic of China, Wang Yan started to do business with the French and was promoted to captain in the same year.

After that, he suddenly kept a low profile. He did not plot the position of detective to kill Chen Jiangliu, but concentrated on doing business, weaving a network of people, and gradually opened up the way to the military and political circles of the Kuomintang. At the same time, he also got in touch with some people in the Red Party and became the boss of the business. They sold opium, engaged in pornography, gambling and drugs, but none of them made as much as Wang Yan.

Now, in the 27th year of the Republic of China, Wang Yan once again made an effort and became the Chinese detective of the Central Patrol in the French Concession. He had an ambiguous relationship with the Japanese and took advantage of Zhang Xiaolin's death to pick peaches and established the Qinglian Bank.

In eleven years, this young man, who was twenty years younger than him, grew from a little gangster that he could easily kill to an opponent that he could barely fend off, and once could not fend off.

He was old... He felt powerless and powerless. But he had to resist, and he could not do the thing of sitting and waiting for death.

He had lived through countless storms and waves until now, and his wisdom was unquestionable to be able to live until now. Didn't he know Wang Yan's resume and reputation over the years? He knew! Didn't he know that he was assassinated by the Japanese or those members of the Qing Gang who followed Zhang Xiaolin to surrender to the Japanese? Of course he knew. But it was precisely because he knew that he was angry and powerless.

Because stabbing but not killing was a complete humiliation to him. He thought that he was a dignified Qing Gang tycoon, but he was no longer worth dying? How could he swallow this breath? But he had no way to settle accounts with the Japanese, so he could only do what the Japanese wanted and take advantage of the issue, which was indeed in his interest. Getting rid of Wang Yan or destroying the Youth League would benefit him, so he had to swallow his anger.

He was thinking about all sorts of things until the tea in the cup was finished. Then he came to his senses. It was not easy for an old senior to be surpassed by a younger generation. With a self-deprecating smile on his face, he picked up the teapot next to him and wanted to pour another cup, but found that there was no water in the teapot. He opened his mouth to call someone to pour him tea, but when the words came to his lips, his eyes suddenly widened. No!

He remembered that the tea was brewed and brought in just before, which means that he had drunk a whole pot of tea without realizing it. This time was very long. Usually, someone would come to see if he had any other instructions, and occasionally report something to him.

Although he only did the work of begging for alms, he did not stop other businesses and continued to make money. In addition, he was assassinated at noon today, and used this to embarrass Wang Yan. Now it is evening. The news did come back that Wang Yan did not face their questioning, but there should be a follow-up report. He is not dead yet, and he has subordinates in Shanghai. Wang Yan did not go to the teahouse to attend the meeting. What did he do? What was the reaction? All these should be reported to him.

But now he has finished a pot of tea, and no one has come yet, so something must have happened. He quickly got up and walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, took out a pistol from it, loaded it with a click, and walked a few steps to the door, holding his breath and listening to the movement outside.

It was very quiet outside, and even quieter inside. For a while, he could only hear the sound of his old heart beating wildly. After listening for a while, he let out a long breath and walked to the balcony in the study. The door here was open for ventilation because of the hot and humid climate in Hong Kong. He walked out gently to the balcony and looked down. He saw a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth, standing under the light in the small courtyard, looking up at him and grinning.

The middle-aged man saw that Du Yuesheng had found him, and he smiled and spoke loudly in authentic Shanghainese: "Senior Du, I am the manager of Yonghua Industrial Hong Kong Branch, Tang Long, don't worry, your subordinates are all very good. I have no ill intentions this time. It is Mr. Wang who has a few words to say to you. Please wait, I will go up."

Du Yong shook the small broken gun with only seven bullets in his hand, looked at the submachine guns in the hands of the two people below, sighed and said: "The tea is out of water, bring me a pot of hot water."

After speaking, he shrank back and disappeared on the balcony.

When Tang Long opened the door and walked into the study room with a kettle in hand, Du Yong was already sitting on a chair, with a pistol on the small square table in front of him. His face was calm, neither sad nor happy.

First, he filled the teapot with boiling water, then poured a cup for Du Yong. Tang Long then took out a pistol from his waist and loaded it. In Du Yong's rapidly shrinking horrified eyes, he simply pointed it at his forehead: "Mr. Wang asked me to tell you that this time he was the one who did it."

Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun, Du Yong shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea without panic, and looked at Tang Long in surprise: "No more?"

"No more!"

Tang Long shrugged his shoulders. He understood what his boss meant, and felt that such an action was very domineering and very encouraging, but it was a lot of trouble. For such a thing, it is indeed very stupid...

In front of Du Yong, he unloaded the magazine, unloaded another bullet, put it back into the magazine, put the gun on his waist, tidied his clothes, and bowed slightly to Du Yong: "Your men are all safe, they were just drugged, and they will be fine after a good sleep. In addition, I promised the person who drugged me that I would send him away from Hong Kong. I hope you will not pursue it and let him go. That's all. I won't disturb your tea-drinking pleasure. Goodbye."

"No!"

Tang Long came silently and left directly. Du Yong stood on the balcony again, with his hands behind his back, silently watching downstairs, a line of more than 20 black-clad men with submachine guns leaving his villa. These black-clad men moved quickly. They put all their weapons into a car, and then dispersed in all directions, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Du Yong stood on the balcony, silently watching this scene for a long time without saying a word.

The evening breeze blew the silk clothes, and he didn't feel cool...

"Since you have done it, why not do it thoroughly? Anyway, you have offended Du Yong to death. This old guy will definitely give you a hard time when he has the chance. How can you take a person like him lightly? Without the foundation in Shanghai, he still has many years of connections. Even if he doesn't like Du Yong, he will always help him out of some old friendship. It may not be impossible to make a comeback. You are leaving yourself a bigger trouble."

In the Paramount, hearing Liu Yitong's words, Wang Yan took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "There is nothing we can do, right? He has also contributed to the anti-Japanese war and saved the country. This anti-Japanese war has covered up all the things about pornography, gambling and drugs, and he has also gained a lot of wealth. If I kill him, wouldn't it be an enemy of the anti-Japanese war? If someone maliciously attacks and annihilates him, it will be even more difficult to get along in the future. Besides, you also said, He has many connections in the KMT, and he is a standing member of the Central Relief Committee arranged by Chiang Kai-shek himself. He is a real KMT member. If I kill him, wouldn't that mean I will break with the KMT? Then I will really become a traitor, and I can't bear this reputation.

Counting carefully, it has been eleven years since Wang knelt down and kowtowed to Lin Hongyuan. I am twenty-nine years old and have everything I have now. Tell me, even if a fifty-year-old guy who is on the decline really makes a comeback, how high can his comeback be? How much trouble can he cause? Relax, it's not a big problem. It is estimated that Feng Nairong and his group will receive Du Yong's letter tomorrow. You go and talk to them. If they still don't listen, you have to kill a chicken to scare the monkey. Du Yong is not easy to kill, but killing this group of people is really killing a chicken. "

"You are awesome..." Liu Yitong gave a thumbs up, speechless.

Wang Yan ignored him, but raised his glass to the place not far behind him and invited him to drink. Liu Yitong turned around and looked in the direction of his gaze, and saw a woman wearing a cheongsam, with a few small moles on her face, a pretty face, and a slender and tall figure, drinking with her head tilted back in a seductive manner at a small table there.

Liu Yitong was very familiar with this scene, because in the past few times, when the two of them were having fun in entertainment places like Paramount, as long as Wang Yan raised his glass to invite her to drink and the other party responded, they would almost have to go to bed that night.

He took another look at the pretty woman, thinking that this girl was pretty good, why did she think of doing this?

He raised his glass and drank the wine in the glass, then wiped his mouth and stood up: "I won't disturb your romantic happiness, I'm leaving."

Wang Yan laughed and nodded, continued to eat, and from time to time looked at the woman who was posing with her and attracted his eyes. After eating for a while and feeling full, Wang Yan took the wine glass and sat down next to Yu Manli: "Are you here alone?"

The woman turned her head and looked at the leader of the Green Gang who was close at hand: "You have been watching me for so long. Besides the few people who just tried to get close to me, have you seen anyone else?"

"You look unfamiliar. Is it your first time out?"

"Why can't you have not seen it before?"

"Maybe." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "You don't look like a dancer. What do you do?"

"I teach at a primary school in a Catholic church in the French Concession. Chinese."

"A teacher who teaches and educates people, come here?"

The woman blinked her eyes, not avoiding Wang Yan's deep eyes: "Why, is it not possible?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"The famous Inspector Wang, how could I not know him. It is said that you are greedy for money and lustful, and you are particularly generous to women. I wonder if it is true?"

"You can't just listen to what others say, you have to experience it yourself to know the truth." Wang Yan reached out and touched her face, feeling the tenderness of her skin: "What should I call you?"

"Yu Manli."

Yes, Yu Manli.

In fact, Yu Manli had already come when Wang Yan was talking to Liu Yitong, and passed by him twice, and finally sat in that position, using the side of her body outlined by the cheongsam to attract his attention, and occasionally releasing a little bit of charm to send signals, just right to seduce. Yu Manli is professional in attracting men because of her tragic past.

There is no doubt that Yu Manli came here specifically to seduce this greedy and lustful man, and there would be no other person behind the scenes except Wang Tianfeng.

Originally, Yu Manli was arranged to be a life and death partner for Mingtai, but perhaps there was no plan for death at this time. It happened that Wang Yan appeared again, and he was such a person, so he sent Yu Manli, a woman who was sentenced to death and proficient in seducing men, to come over to collect intelligence.

Wang Tianfeng could do such a thing, and he had no psychological burden. Just like in the original play, he killed his men with his own hands and arranged for Yu Manli to die. After all, he didn't care about his own life, so would he care about others? As long as it was beneficial, he could do it. Besides, Yu Manli had been to a brothel, and later she relied on sex to take revenge, so this kind of thing was easier to accept, and there was no psychological burden.

Besides, Wang Yan had a good reputation in this regard, and he had never been a freeloader. There were even women who had been happy together and found him when they encountered trouble, and he helped. I heard that men are good at that and generous with their spending. Yu Manli might be here to enjoy herself...

Why is there no movement from Wang Tianfeng? It turns out he is waiting here.

Wang Yan raised his glass and clinked it with her, then raised his head and drank it all. "Then Miss Yu, let's dance."

Yu Manli also drank the wine in her glass, followed Wang Yan to the field, and danced to the music.

Wang Yan's hand fell on her waist: "You don't look like a teacher."

"Why do you say that?"

"Teachers don't have dancing skills like you."

"Now I have."

Feeling the big hand on his butt, Yu Manli's hand was also rubbing Wang Yan's back. The distance between the two was no longer the normal ballroom dance distance. Wang Yan lowered his head, just next to Yu Manli's ear, and Yu Manli's forehead was already pressed against Wang Yan's solid chest.

The two talked casually and quickly closed the distance. After dancing and drinking for a while, Wang Yan raised his wrist to check the time. It was already past eight o'clock: "Let's go upstairs."

"Let's go to your house. I heard that Wang Mansion is very luxurious. I, an ignorant little woman, want to see it and broaden my horizons."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "You are the second one who wants to go to my house."

"You have met so many women, and no one else has said it? I don't believe it."

"Because they know what is a fleeting love and what is wishful thinking. These women have their own way of survival. They know what can be said and what cannot be said."

Yu Manli asked: "Who is the first woman?"

"A Chinese woman arranged by the Japanese, a rich lady."

"Then will you take me with you?" Yu Manli leaned in Wang Yan's arms, blinking at him, and activated her charm skills.

To be honest, according to Wang Yan's aesthetics, Yu Manli is not as good as Wang Manchun in all indicators. But in seducing men, Yu Manli is several steps higher. She has a pair of eyes that can speak.

"Of course I went..."

After drinking the last glass of wine, Wang Yan took Yu Manli and left Paramount. He did not ruin Qi Si's good deeds and asked Paramount to send a driver to drive them back to Wang Mansion.

That night, Wang Yan fell into Wang Tianfeng's honey trap...

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