Chapter 101, four consecutive hits, I'm numb.

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Bai Junqi sneered.

"Of course. I lost to you when I was pursuing Wanjia."

He paused, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Just a few days ago I was thinking about whether to have someone get rid of you. But now that you want to have some fun with me, of course I have to grant your wish."

"Miss Miyako, I've decided to take her."

"And you can only watch helplessly as I smile and embrace a beauty."

He moved closer to Wang Xuesen and lowered his voice.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, Ms. Miyako is still a virgin. Just watch how I turn her into a real woman."

Wang Xuesen put the cigarette in his mouth and nodded.

"Alright, since you've put it that way, then I have no choice but to meet you."

"On New Year's Day."

"I hope you won't cry then."

Bai Junqi was momentarily speechless at these words, then let out a cold snort.

"Where are the chips? You need chips to bet."

Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow: "You go first."

Bai Junqi tilted his head: "You're courting death! Fine, you lost. I'll give you the two casinos in Zhabei. What about you?"

Wang Xuesen casually pulled out a gold-plated lighter and twirled it between his fingers.

He looked at Bai Junqi, speaking casually as if he were talking about the weather.

"Have I ever lost a bet with you?"

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the armored car with a graceful stride, his back straight and composed.

Bai Junqi stood there, his teeth itching so badly they ached.

asshole.

After New Year's Day, it will be your death day.

He clenched his fists and watched the black bulletproof car drive out of the alley.

Bai Junqi turned and walked back into the hall.

Fujita Hajime has already gone back to his room to rest.

At the end of the corridor, Fang Yao was leaning against the window, adjusting the beaded bracelet on her wrist.

Bai Junqi looked around to make sure no servants were passing by.

He strode over, grabbed Fang Yao's waist, and launched into a passionate kiss.

Fang Yao was pinned against the wall by him, her pearl necklace was pulled askew to one side, and she couldn't breathe.

She pushed him away forcefully, reaching out to straighten her skirt and tidy her messy hair:

Your nails are hurting me.

She glared at Bai Junqi, her voice filled with anger.

"Let Section Chief Fujita see how many heads you have!"

Bai Junqi wiped his mouth and gave a cold laugh.

"Don't forget, you were just someone my father raised in the past."

Fang Yao's face turned pale instantly, and her nails dug into her palms.

Bai Junqi completely ignored her reaction and said to himself, "I can give you 100,000 yuan."

"I will propose to Miyako on New Year's Day. There will be many important people in attendance, and I must win her over."

He reached out and grabbed Fang Yao's chin, forcing her to look up and stare directly at him.

"Keep whispering sweet nothings in my ear."

"If this falls through, I'll sell you to the Embroidery Brothel at the Green Gang docks, where a hundred sweaty laborers will have their way with you every day."

"Don't doubt my character."

"You know I can do it."

Fang Yao was pinched so hard it hurt, and her eyes were slightly red, but she stubbornly didn't shed a tear.

She turned her face away from his hand, frowning as she said, "Isn't this too hasty? Miyako doesn't seem to like you much."

Bai Junqi released his hand and rubbed it against her clothes.

"So you have to persuade Fujita Hajime. Tell him that as long as he persuades Masako to agree, my Bai family and Zhang Laoda are willing to pull strings with Chief of Staff Sakurai and get him a position at the 13th Army General Staff."

Fang Yao was silent for two seconds, then said softly, "I understand."

Just as she was about to turn and leave, Bai Junqi pulled her into his arms again.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Fang Yao trembled all over, biting her lip and remaining silent.

Bai Junqi rummaged around for a while before letting go, taking a step back, and tidying his hair.

" "It's been two months since I last touched you."

"The section chief's woman!"

"Is it that impressive?"

"Same time this Wednesday, same place, I'll be waiting for you. I'll give you a good beating then."

Fang Yao glared at him resentfully, then muttered helplessly, "I know."

"You're smart to know what's good for you!" Bai Junqi pinched her pert buttocks hard before humming a little tune and swaggering toward the door.

Fang Yao leaned against the wall, her chest heaving violently.

She looked down at the pearl necklace that had been torn askew, slowly straightened it, and quickly left.

……

Bai Junqi plopped into the car, still seething with anger.

The driver asked, "Young Master Bai, where to?"

"go back."

The car started and drove south along the streets of Hongkou.

Bai Junqi rolled down the car window to get some fresh air, his mind filled with Wang Xuesen's infuriating face.

Depend on.

What do you mean I've ever lost?

What's with the arrogance?

After New Year's Day, I'll get my hands on Miyako, then let's see how arrogant you can be.

Thinking of this, a smile crept onto his lips.

But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

My crotch is starting to itch again.

It's not just a normal itch.

It's that kind of itch that seeps into your very being, piercing your very soul.

Bai Junqi scratched himself a couple of times, but the more he scratched, the more something felt wrong.

Two days ago, he noticed a patch of red rash on his thigh, densely packed.

He didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking it was just eczema.

But when I touched it today, damn it.

A hard, cartilaginous lump is pressing against my groin, causing itching and swelling.

This is fucking terrible.

Bai Junqi yanked up his pants, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"Stop the car and make a phone call."

The driver pulled over.

Bai Junqi got out of the car, found a public phone booth, and dialed Qingfu's number.

The bell rang three times before it was answered.

"Feed".

"Fatty, where are you?"

With something in his mouth, Qingfu mumbled, "I'm checking the accounts in the shop, Young Master Bai, what's up?"

Bai Junqi lowered his voice: "Go to the Yuezhou opium den and wait for me now."

"We'll talk when you get here. It's urgent."

*Click*, the phone hung up.

Half an hour later.

The private room on the second floor of Yuezhou Opium Den.

Bai Junqi lay on his side on the opium couch, a large opium pipe dangling from his mouth, puffing out clouds of smoke.

Under the dim lighting, the entire private room was filled with the cloying smell of opium.

Qingfu sat on the low stool opposite, holding a bag of spiced melon seeds in his hand, cracking them open with a loud clatter.

He neither smokes nor drinks, but he really enjoys this.

Bai Junqi glanced at him sideways, and the big pipe tapped the corner of his mouth.

"Fatty, what do you think is the point of living your whole life?"

Qingfu paused in his eating of sunflower seeds, and the curly ramen noodles on his chubby face swayed as he tilted his head.

"Young Master Bai, what's wrong? Did you get rejected by that Japanese girl again?"

"Bullshit. When have I ever been humiliated by a woman?" Bai Junqi cursed, then took another drag of his opium, his tone softening.

"What I'm saying is, you're not short of money either. You've been following me for so long, how haven't you made a little bit?"

"You're something else. You don't smoke opium or sleep around with women, fine, but at least learn from those fearless revolutionaries and fight against the Japanese."

"You just sit around all day, eating sunflower seeds and keeping accounts. What's the point of living?"

Qingfu smiled, revealing a set of white teeth:

"Young Master Bai, I'm a simple person, I only like one thing."

"Make money."

He stretched out his chubby hand and made a gesture as if counting money.

"To be honest, I was terrified of being poor in the past."

"When I was a child, my family was so poor that we couldn't even afford to eat. I saw my mother kowtow to someone for three copper coins, and her forehead was covered in blood."

"From that moment on, I vowed that I would only have one pursuit in this life."

"Make money."

"The joy of closing just one deal is better than that of a god!"

"If I don't earn money for a day, I feel extremely anxious and distressed."

As Bai Junqi listened, he took out two silver dollars from his pocket and slapped them onto the low table.

"Okay, I'll cover you for today. Keep me company for a bit."

Qingfu chuckled and casually stuffed the silver dollars into his pocket with a speed that rivaled magic.

"Thank you for the tip, sir! Young Master Bai, what's the matter?"

He stopped smiling and stared at Bai Junqi with his round eyes.

Bai Junqi put down his pipe and sat up.

I looked around and made sure the door to the private room was closed tightly.

He cleared his throat, stammered for a long time, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"You little brat, do you even know anything about those weird diseases?"

"What kind of weird illness is this?"

"You know what that is between men and women... you know." Bai Junqi lowered his voice even further.

Qingfu blinked, instantly understanding.

"Oh, you mean venereal disease."

"Keep your voice down!" Bai Junqi almost jumped up.

Qingfu quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and leaned closer to lower his voice:

"Young Master Bai, don't worry, I actually know a lot about this. I may not have seen it myself, but I've heard a lot about it."

"Tell me, what are your symptoms?"

Bai Junqi gritted his teeth, pulled down his waistband slightly, and let Qingfu take a peek.

Qingfu tilted his head and looked for two seconds, his expression changing from curiosity to seriousness.

"Young Master Bai, tell me honestly, how long has this thing been growing?"

"About ten days. It was last time when I went to that bar with you, I got really drunk, and you brought over a bunch of women, and I somehow ended up having sex with them."

"It was just itchy before, but these past two days it's started to break out in bumps."

Qingfu quickly said in a serious tone, "Young Master Bai, why did I invite him?"

"It was you, you told me to call it."

"Besides, those women work at a bar, what does it have to do with me?"

Those were his underhanded tricks, meant to teach that bastard Sen a lesson, and they actually worked!

"Alright, I'm not blaming you."

"I play with it every day, who knows which bastard got it from?"

"Tell me about your illness right away."

Bai Junqi got back to the main topic.

Qingfu clicked his tongue twice, sat back on the low stool, and started counting on his chubby fingers.

"Let me explain it to you. First, syphilis. The initial symptom is the appearance of hard lumps that don't hurt to the touch and feel like soft bone."

Bai Junqi's face paled slightly.

"Let's talk about gonorrhea. It hurts when you urinate, and in severe cases, it can cause rashes, genital warts, and pus discharge."

Bai Junqi's face paled even more.

"And there's chancre, bubo, pubic lice, eczema..."

Qingfu rattled off seven or eight names on his fingers, describing each one vividly, like a storyteller.

Bai Junqi's face grew increasingly grim as he listened, and beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

He grabbed Qingfu by the collar: "Shut the hell up!"

"Get me to the hospital right now!"

"Damn it!"

The two left the opium den, got into the car, and headed straight for St. Mary's Hospital in the French Concession.

This hospital is run by the French, so it's very private, and it's not easy for news of this kind of examination to leak out.

After registering, I went into the examination room and underwent a thorough examination.

Four in a row!

On the way back, Bai Junqi was stunned, completely numb.

Qingfu, sitting in the back row, patted him on the shoulder:

"Young Master Bai, please don't take it too seriously."

"In Shanghai, everyone in this circle has a thing or two. It would be strange if they didn't."

"I know those big shots who can have fun and drink as much as they want and are still living the high life."

Bai Junqi turned to look at him, forcing out two words: "Really?"

"Besides, you're just having fun, what are other people afraid of?"

"Hmm, that makes sense. Damn it, let's spread the word, who's afraid of who?" Bai Junqi took a deep breath and it took him a long time to recover before the color returned to his face.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took two deep drags, and suddenly remembered something else.

"By the way, has that bastard Hu Junhe found out about the goods he detained in Liujiagang?" he asked.

Qingfu stopped eating sunflower seeds and squinted his eyes: "I've got a lead."

"Hu Junhe has a telecommunications section chief named Peng Sanhu, who has been shipping goods recently. I had someone inquire about it, and the product category and batch number match the batch you lost."

Bai Junqi suddenly stood up.

"Damn it! They're messing with me!"

He kicked the back seat of the passenger seat, his eyes filled with malice.

"I'll send men over right now to kill this bastard!"

Qingfu didn't move. He sat there, ate two sunflower seeds, and said slowly, "Young Master Bai, Peng Sanhu is definitely going to make trouble. But we can't just do it for nothing."

Bai Junqi turned around.

Qingfu stood up, patted the sunflower seed shells off his pants, and held up two chubby fingers.

"He stabbed us once, so we have to stab him twice in return."

"What if word gets out? How will we ever face anyone again?"

Bai Junqi put the cigarette back in his mouth and sneered, "Fine, tell me, which two cuts?"

Qingfu extended his first finger.

"First, find a stranger and offer Peng Sanhu three times the price to buy that batch of goods. Peng Sanhu is holding a hot potato and is eager to get rid of it."

"If he offers three times the price, he'll definitely sell."

"Pay a deposit first, then sign the contract."

"and then?"

"Then, you directly ordered your subordinates from the Special Higher Police to raid Peng Sanhu's warehouse. Once the goods were seized, Peng Sanhu couldn't deliver them, and according to the contract, he would have to pay compensation."

Qingfu smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"In this way, he not only failed to steal the chicken but also lost his rice, and he even lost his underwear."

Bai Junqi squinted and tapped the cigarette pack twice with his fingers.

"Furthermore," Qingfu continued, "now that this matter has come to light, you can take this opportunity to sow discord between Li Shiqun and the military police. Report the Liujiagang checkpoint for embezzlement."

"Then it was proposed to assign a military policeman to each post for supervision or to abolish the posts altogether."

"In this way, firstly, it completely cuts off Li Shiqun's way of making money by using the checkpoints."

"Secondly, with the military police around, it will actually be easier for us to ship the goods ourselves in the future."

"Thirdly, the military police still owe you a debt of gratitude."

Qingfu held up three fingers and broke them off one by one: "It's a win-win situation."

Bai Junqi took the cigarette out of his mouth and paused for two seconds.

Then he raised his hand and slapped Qingfu on the back of the head.

"Brilliant!"

"What's wrong with your brain? How could you come up with such a brilliant idea!"

Qingfu covered the back of his head, cursing under his breath.

This wasn't my idea at all; it was clearly that old bastard Wang Xuesen's idea.

He covered his head and chuckled.

"Spending too much time with Young Master Bai naturally makes you more sharp."

Bai Junqi laughed triumphantly and pointed at him with his cigarette butt.

"That's right! You know how to talk, kid."

After laughing, he composed himself and asked, "And the second cut?"

Qingfu stepped closer, lowering his voice even further.

"For the second cut, let's set a trap for Hu Junhe."

"Doesn't he have informants in the black market? Have someone leak some information to his informants."

"Just say that someone from the Military Intelligence Bureau or a red ticket is meeting at a certain place."

"The best would be the Military Intelligence Bureau. They are the most fiercely fighting with the 76th Division, and Hu Junhe will definitely go to arrest them personally."

"We'll forge telegrams and documents in advance and arrange the meeting place inside the concession."

Qingfu made a circle with his hands.

"Once Hu Junhe leads his men into the concession, give the American police station there some money so they can arrest him on the grounds of armed intrusion."

"In that case," Qingfu snapped his fingers.

"Even if he doesn't die, he'll be in for a lot of trouble at the police station."

"Losing money and going to jail."

"This is what happens when you offend Young Master Bai."

Bai Junqi threw the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his leather shoe.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

He put his arm around Qingfu's shoulder and patted him hard twice.

"It's settled then. You get to it tomorrow!"

Qingfu was slapped so hard he grimaced.

"Don't worry, Young Master Bai, I've got it covered."

Bai Junqi was in a great mood and took out five more silver dollars from his pocket and slapped them into Qingfu's palm.

"This is a reward for you. Keep up the good work, you won't be treated unfairly."

Qingfu stuffed the silver dollar into his pocket and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

Only after Bai Junqi got into the car and drove away did Qingfu's smile slowly fade.

"What the hell is this?!"

He stood on the street and spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells.

Her round eyes narrowed into slits as she glanced at the departing taillights.

Young Master Bai, Young Master Bai.

You're being sold out and you're even helping them count the money.

……

into the night.

Wang Xuesen did not go straight home, but instead went to the Dead Mailbox first.

He parked his car, turned up the collar of his trench coat, and walked along the alley for a while.

Wang Xuesen squatted down and pulled out the envelope.

He didn't rush to dismantle it; he first looked around.

The alley was quiet, with only the distant meows of stray cats.

Only after confirming that no one was following him did he put the envelope into the inside pocket of his trench coat.

Back in the car, Wang Xuesen turned on the reading light inside and opened the envelope.

The letter paper carried a faint scent of gardenias.

The handwriting is round and neat, and each stroke is written very carefully.

"My ideal partner".

"Forgive me for bothering you again, for confiding some unhappy things to you."

"Today I encountered another disgusting, repulsive person."

"As a Chinese person, how could he possibly admire a warmonger like Hasegawa Motoo? I have never seen such a shameless person."

When Wang Xuesen saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Isn't this describing Lao Tzu?

He continued reading.

"I can't even believe that God could be so absurd as to give such a filthy heart to a handsome man who looks gentle and refined and has eyes as bright as stars."

Warm and smooth like jade.

Eyes as bright as stars.

hansome.

Wang Xuesen pondered these words over and over, finding them quite useful.

Despite your insults, you went on to praise me to the skies.

He chuckled and continued reading.

"I'm going crazy."

"I was surrounded by the stench of executioners' blood."

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have said these things, I've caused you trouble."

In the back, there was a simple line drawing of a little person bowing and apologizing. The lines were crooked and had a touch of clumsy cuteness.

"But I really want to see you, to chat, drink tea, and admire the flowers together."

"New Year's Day is my birthday."

"In Hall 3 on the 7th floor of the Astor House Hotel."

"If you could come and celebrate my birthday with me, that would be the happiest thing for me."

The letter ended without a signature, only with a small drawing of a gardenia.

Wang Xuesen turned the letter over to the back; it was blank.

Gone.

He leaned back in the driver's seat and held the letter to his nose to smell it.

The fragrance of gardenias is exactly the same as the scent I smelled at the Fujita house this afternoon.

Clean and light.

It has no artificial or powdery smell.

He closed his eyes for two seconds, then opened them again.

Fuck you.

Wang Xuesen laughed and cursed.

The Shanghai Women's Friend was actually rejected by a Japanese girl.

brazen.

A filthy mind.

This evaluation was even harsher than Tang Huimin's criticism of him.

Asakusa stuff!

Wang Xuesen folded the letter again and tucked it into the inside pocket of his trench coat.

Good.

Having worked at No. 76 for so long, I've seen far too many two-faced, hypocritical people.

Miyako's letter is exactly like her.

If you hate someone, you'll curse them; if you like someone, you'll tell them you want to see them.

Don't hide it, don't conceal it.

This kind of girl deserves to be pitied.

He started the car and drove back to the old house.

Pushing open the door, I found the letter paper and pen prepared on the table.

He sat down, unscrewed the pen cap, pondered for a moment, and then put pen to paper.

"I'm lucky, I received your letter so quickly."

"About that guy you mentioned."

All I can say is, he's a truly awful guy!

Wang Xuesen paused here, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Go ahead and curse, curse as much as you want, it's me they're cursing anyway.

He continued writing.

"Maybe, maybe."

"Some people in the world are not necessarily as they seem on the surface."

"Of course, it's not necessarily the case."

"In short, staying away from that kind of person is the right thing to do."

The pen tip paused on the paper for two seconds.

I will go on New Year's Day.

"If I could, I'd like to give you a surprise."

"Forgive me for not being able to tell you what it is right now."

You'll find out then.

He put down his pen, picked up the letter paper, and blew on the ink.

The letter was short.

But every word was carefully considered.

It can't be too hot, or it will frighten her.

It can't be too cold, or I'll let her down.

Just right is fine.

Wang Xuesen folded the letter, put it in an envelope, sealed it with glue, and then scented it with incense.

A cool, refreshing scent wafted from the envelope.

He sent the letter again.

After doing all this, this is only one of the tasks for tonight.

Wang Xuesen will have to work non-stop tonight.

He walked to a public phone booth, picked up the phone and dialed Li Shiqun's number: "Sister-in-law, I've got the batch of American goods you wanted. I've had them delivered to the company's spare warehouse."

"I've filled out the order."

"Have Sister Zhen point it out later."

"Let's not use my channels anymore. My connections aren't enough to handle this much stuff. I'll take care of getting the goods, and you and Big Brother will handle the follow-up."

"No need, we're all family, it's just a small favor."

"If you really want to thank me, sister-in-law, I'd like to eat your buns again tomorrow morning."

"Thanks."

Goodnight, sister-in-law, sweet dreams.

Her voice was gentle.

It can melt everything!

……