Old Movies of the Republic of China II

After playing a few rounds of mahjong, the atmosphere in the crowd finally became less rigid.

Zhang Zheng put one hand on the back of Qinghe's chair and asked, "Why didn't Xinyi come?"

Zhang Jinxin touched a card, "How do I know this? Is it because of a woman who can't get up in bed?"

Qinghe gave up the seat to Zhang Zheng, and sat quietly watching him play cards.

Wang Jun exhaled, squinted his eyes and said, "Hey, have you heard what happened two days ago?"

Seeing that several people were looking over, Wang Jun lazily said: "Matsumoto Daisuke wanted to set up some kind of chamber of commerce, so he found Liu Rujie, promised to be a high-ranking official and generous salary, and wanted him to be the president of the chamber of commerce."

Zhang Jinxin snorted: "He still has a little Chinese self-consciousness."

"It looks like this, who knows if he is just trying to get fame?"

Zhang Zheng said: "No matter what his reason is, it's good to be able to express this attitude."

Wang Jun took out the cigarette in Guo Kun's mouth, pressed it out on the table, ignored the strange eyes of others looking at him, and said, "He has lost Matsumoto's face, Matsumoto doesn't say anything, behind his back he can make people laugh." Is he better?"

Zhang Jinxin nodded, "You're right, damn it, these little Japanese like to play dirty."

Guo Kun said uninterestedly: "Are you all motivated? You say this when playing cards."

"Otherwise what do you want to say?" Wang Jun teased him: "Tell me about the car you bought recently?"

Guo Kun raised his chin: "Why can't you say it? Let me tell you, don't look at the bulletproof of the commander's car, it is far less beautiful than mine."

Guo Kun's appearance is indeed good, otherwise Zhang Zheng would not have been obsessed with bringing him to bed.He raised his chin, like a proud little peacock, wanting to be praised but at the same time acting as if he didn't care about anything. Wang Jun looked at it, his eyes darkened a little.

Zhang Zheng said casually: "You are a man, what do you want to look good?"

He hardly saw Guo Kun in the past few years, but not in the future. How many years of affection are there, let alone these few years are enough for him to understand his attitude.

Guo Kun glared at Qing He unhappily, and snorted heavily from his nose.

Qinghe felt that this person had a really childish temper, he showed everything on his face, and he did not hide his hostility towards him and his liking for Zhang Zheng at all.

Wang Jun said slowly: "Speaking of which, you are a man, why do you want to have such good-looking clothes? Everyone has their own preferences."

Guo Kun looked at him, surprise flashed across his face, as if he didn't expect Wang Jun to speak for him.

Zhang Jinxin smoothed things over and said, "Kun'er, the Buick I bought tomorrow will be here for you to play with. By the way, Zheng, I heard that a Japanese died in the brothel. Have you found out who the murderer is?"

Guo Kun said angrily: "Who cares about your Buick!"

Wang Jun raised his eyes, looking interested.

"A ruffian, shoot him today."

Zhang Jinxin shook his head and said: "He also eliminates harm for the people, so why send him to the Japanese. I can hear people say it's amazing, how to fly over walls and shoot like a god."

Zhang Zheng said indifferently: "Where is he so godlike? It's just an ordinary jealousy. It's just that he didn't expect the person he killed to be so powerful."

Wang Jun said with a half-smile, "This doesn't sound like what your Young Master Zhang said."

Zhang Zheng met his gaze with a cold and majestic expression.

Zhang Jinxin felt a headache. After so many rounds of smoothing, he himself was tired of it. Why do these two people like to have verbal arguments so much?

Qinghe said: "Zhang Zheng is just giving them justice. No matter if they are Japanese or Chinese, they have to be reasonable in Northeast China, Young Master Wang. Otherwise, what do you think should be done?"

Even if the matter was uncovered, several people continued to rub cards, Qinghe whispered in Zhang Zheng's ear: "I'm going up to get a coat, it's a bit cold."

Zhang Zheng nodded.

Zong Yuan didn't play mahjong well, so he didn't get involved. He was sitting and chatting with a few friends, and saw Qing He walking towards the stairs from afar, so he quickly told me to go to the bathroom. It was as if he was running, but at least he stopped him at the stairs.

"Zi Ran, Zi Ran..."

Qing He looked strangely at the out of breath Chao Yuan, "A Yuan, what can I do for you?"

Tso Yuan complied, "Yeah, it's nothing serious, I just want to ask you if you would like to do business with me."

"what business?"

Chao Yuan finally calmed down and said, "It's a coal mine. I know you have a lot of money. I would be embarrassed to come to you if it was an ordinary small mine. This mine is located in Fengtian, Heishan County. It is a large mine with several thousand reserves. [-] tons. Although the quality of the coal is not very good, we will definitely make a lot of money if it is really produced!"

Qinghe pondered: "I know very little about coal mines."

Tso Yuan anxiously said: "There will be more opportunities to learn about it in the future! Ziran, you also know that the Japanese Daxin Company has monopolized all the coal mines in western Liaoning, and the small and medium-sized industries and handicraft industries there are very short of coal. Since Montenegro has so many Too much coal, who will open if we don’t?!”

It's not just a matter of money, Qinghe gradually understands how much Zhang Yishan's assets are and in which aspects, if what Chaoyuan said is true, how could he not be interested in such a large mine?

Qing He said: "Well, I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Ziran, I believe you won't miss this opportunity." Tso Yuan added: "It's not that my family can't afford the money to do this business, but the coal mine is of great importance after all, and if it is reported to the commander through official channels, I can't stand the layers of exploitation in the middle."

"You and Zhang Zheng are friends, you can talk to him directly."

Chao Yuan smiled wryly: "Ziran, do you think he is interested in these things? Our major general, we only want to lead troops to fight in our hearts, how can we care about these things?"

Qing He couldn't help laughing, he was right, Zhang Zheng really wasn't interested in these at all.

When Qinghe came down wrapped in a coat, everyone in the lobby on the first floor was in full swing. Zhang Zheng's military jacket was casually thrown aside, and the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up twice. It looks a little ruffian.

"Qinghe, come here, let's see how much money you guys have won from us. Good guy! What a fucking black hand!" Zhang Jinxin pointed to the paper ticket with Yiwu Lushan printed on the table. There are only a few stacks in front of him and Guo Kun.

Zhang Zheng smoked and said, "Do you know what it means to be willing to gamble and admit defeat?"

Guo Kun snorted at Zhang Jinxin: "Is this little money worth caring about? Zhang Jinxin, I think you are really worthless."

"If you're not in charge, you don't fucking know that Chai Mi is expensive! My father has already let me know that I won't give me another dime until I get married. My fucking salary is all discounted on it!"

"Then you still have money to buy a Buick?"

Zhang Jinxin glanced at Zhang Zheng, cleared his throat, and looked a little embarrassed, "I said, don't make a fuss. This car was given to me by someone else."

"Hey! Who is so generous, and the one gift is a Buick?" Wang Jun held the cigarette in his hand, and said casually: "You should be honest, what did you do that is so unconscionable?"

"Why are you so fucking devastated! I do a little favor for someone, and he gives me a car. It's such a fucking simple thing!"

Zhang Zheng smiled sullenly and said, "Come on, you just say 'fuck' every time you feel guilty. Who the hell! Tell me, to be honest, what's going on."

Zhang Jinxin waved his hand: "It's all right, I admit defeat. This car was given by Xinyi. He saw that I was living in such a pitiful life that he couldn't even buy a car, so he kindly sent me one."

Guo Kun played a card: "I don't know why he is pestering him behind the scenes. I think Wang Xinyi is really unlucky to have you as a friend."

"Hey, Kun'er, what are you talking about? You still call me brother anyway, why are you squeezing me?"

Qing He couldn't help laughing either.

Zhang Zheng happened to see it, leaned over and kissed him without hesitation, and continued playing as if nothing had happened.

Wang Jun pulled his lips slightly, Guo Kun snorted coldly, Zhang Jinxin covered his eyes, and said loudly: "Why are you playing hooligans in public! Our Ziran is a decent person, Zhang Zheng, take it easy, Don't make people angry."

Qinghe looked at Zhang Zheng's mahjong tiles calmly, if it wasn't for his red ears, Zhang Jinxin really thought he didn't feel anything.

This kid has really changed a lot. Zhang Zheng still remembers that when he just came to Northeast China, his face would turn red when Zhang Zheng said a few teasing words. Now that he kissed him under the eyes of several people, what else could he do? It doesn't look like it happened, and it's not easy.

Anyway, he "watched and grew up", and Guo Kun's complexion was indeed not good-looking. Zhang Jinxin didn't want to have another scene where Guo Kun flung his sleeves away and everyone looked sideways.

"Cough, Zheng, how is Brother Qiong doing recently? Have you written to you yet?"

Zhang Zheng nodded: "I wrote it."

"What did you write? Tell me, I haven't seen him for so long, I really miss him."

Zhang Zheng acted like he didn't hear it.

The more he behaved like this, the more Zhang Jinxin scratched his head.

Qinghe said: "Brother Qiong said he won't come back these few years, let you and Zhang Zheng, as well as Guo Kun and Xinyi, be well, don't cause trouble, and don't fool around."

Zhang Jinxin let out a "fuck", Brother Qiong still treats them as children?

"Are you guys playing?" A weak voice sounded, Wang Xinyi sat on the armrest of the sofa where Zhang Jinxin was sitting, and pressed one hand on Zhang Jinxin's shoulder, as if he had no bones.

"Why the hell did you come? It's already fucking midnight!"

Wang Xinyi pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "I slept for a while in the afternoon, but I didn't expect that it would be night when I woke up. I thought you two broke up."

"Okay, if I believe you, I've spent so many years with you in vain. Come on, I won't play anymore. If you keep playing, you'll lose your pants."

Wang Xinyi paused, "You can play if you want. If you win, it's yours, and if you lose, it's mine."

Zhang Zheng glanced at him, "Are you smoking again?"

"No, I've made up my mind, quit, I must quit! I will never smoke again!"

The words were sonorous and forceful, but he quickly slid down and was sandwiched between Zhang Jinxin and the back of the sofa, and said in a vague voice: "I'm fucking exhausted, go to sleep for a while, and you don't need to worry about me."

Zhang Jinxin sighed: "Okay, leave him alone, let's continue playing."