Crow of the Pretender

The mass graves on the outskirts of Shanghai were established after the first Battle of Shanghai, where the corpses of countless people were buried, including soldiers from the national army, Japanese soldiers, and some ghosts who died in vain.

In the small wasteland a few miles away from the mass grave, there are two tombs.Curly green smoke wafted from the tomb, and Bo Ning, who was wearing a black overcoat, kowtowed three times before standing up.

"Uncle, Auntie. Ah Lin will come to see you in a few days. There are a lot of things going on in Shanghai recently, so I must be a little busy. At the latest, before the Spring Festival, I will definitely come."

Park Ning's expression was not too sad, but more like nostalgia.He stood in front of the tomb, quietly looked at the tombstone he had repaired for a while, then turned and left slowly.

Behind him, Xiao Feng rustled and crows neighed...

It was ninety o'clock when Bo Ning returned from the deserted suburban mass graves to the noisy city. He set off early in the morning, and the rickshaw took him to the outskirts of the city before returning. wild forest.

The street market has already become lively, and there are still some early stalls that have not closed at this point.

"Yutunzi! Hot Youdunzi—"

Bo Ning stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the small stall that had not yet been confiscated.Youdunzi is one of the favorite breakfasts of Shanghai people, and it comes in two flavors: sweet and salty.

Bo Ning remembered that when he was young, his uncles and aunts went to buy goods, and when they came back, they would sometimes bring him a warm oily dumpling stuffed with red bean paste.

The steaming oil pie, biting down, is sweet and crispy, it is Bo Ning's favorite food.

"Boss, here is a piece of oil."

A female voice and Bo Ning sounded at the same time, both of them seemed to be taken aback, looking at each other.

Bo Ning saw a very capable woman in her 30s who was wearing a beige coat and light makeup.

This woman's willow-leaf eyebrows and phoenix-tailed eyes can be said to be very beautiful and charming, and there is a beauty mole under the corner of her mouth.Although she looks like a Jiangnan woman, her eyebrows and eyes are very imposing.

"Uh, I'm sorry you two, there is only one Youdunzi left now."

When Bo Ning heard this, he smiled politely at the woman: "Then give it to this lady!"

"How embarrassing that is."

"It's okay, a gentleman doesn't take what others want. I just planned to try it, and it's okay next time." Bo Ning waved his hand and said.

Seeing this, Ming Jing didn't refuse anymore, but he had a good impression of this young man.

"Thank you very much then."

"polite……"

Ming Jing looked at Bo Ning, and suddenly felt a little familiar, maybe he saw it somewhere?Seeing that he was about to leave, he hurriedly asked.

"Sir, have we met somewhere?"

Bo Ning paused, his heart became vigilant, his face was still as gentle as usual, his expression was slightly taken aback: "Huh? Probably not? I just came back from Hong Kong not long ago."

"Is that so? Then maybe I made a mistake." Ming Jing smiled apologetically, "However, sir, it seems that he is about the same age as my younger brother. But he went to study in Hong Kong?"

Ming Jing took the oil pie wrapped by the boss, and stood on the side of the road chatting with the young man.

Strange to say, Der Spiegel is not the kind of person who is very sociable, especially with strangers.It's just that when I see this young man, I always feel a little kind, and I can't help but want to chat a little more.

"Indeed..." Bo Ning nodded. He didn't want to say more, but seeing this woman with a gentle expression like a big sister in front of him, he couldn't bear to refuse.

She doesn't look like an ordinary person. If I can gain a foothold in front of some well-known people in Shanghai with my identity, it will also help in lurking.Then... let's talk.Park Ning thought so in his heart and built something for himself.

"I studied in Hong Kong before, but now I have graduated. I came back to help my father take care of the family business."

After Ming Jing heard this, he felt a little appreciative in his heart. He is humble, courteous, considerate and filial. He can raise such a good child. The elders in the family are also very good people.

"My younger brother, if I have half of you, I will not worry." Ming Jing said with a smile, "He is also studying at the University of Hong Kong. I wonder if you recognize him?"

"Who is your brother?"

"Look at me. I forgot to introduce. My surname is Ming, Ming Jing. My younger brother is Mingtai. What's your name, sir?"

When Bo Ning heard this, he was surprised in his heart this time, and his face was the same, it turned out to be the sister of that kid in Mingtai.The chairman of the Ming Group, Ming Spiegel!

"Miangui's surname is Bai, Baimu." Bo Ning said, "I didn't expect you to be Ms. Ming Jing, the chairman of Ming Group."

Ming Jing looked at Bo Ning, a little surprised: "Why, you've heard of me?"

"I heard my father said in a letter. He said that you are a heroine in the contemporary Shanghai business world."

Ming Jing smiled and said, "Your father is overrated. Some people say that I am a female devil, but it is true. I wonder if your father is?"

"Ms. Ming was joking. My father, Bai Chenglin, my father often said about you. He often told me to learn from you."

Bo Ning intentionally diverted the topic away from Ming Tai, not to mention that his words were not flattering.

Ming Jing, the eldest sister of the Ming family, is 17 years old and is now 35-[-]. In the past ten years, the Ming family has resolutely survived and become a master in Shanghai, which shows that her means are very capable.

"I have nothing to learn. As long as you learn all your father's skills, it will be considered remarkable." Ming Jing laughed.

"Ms. Ming knows my father?"

Ming Jing shook his head: "I haven't met Mr. Bai before, but Huaning Commercial Bank is still very famous in Shanghai. There are not many commercial firms that can stand firm in Shanghai today. Mr. Bai is naturally very powerful. But Mr. Bai has always been low-key. , I have never visited. I wonder if your father is now?"

"My father is not in good health, so he went to Suzhou to recuperate. Now that the firm is in my hands, I am really uncomfortable now."

Bo Ning thought, can Bai Chenglin keep a low profile?He was originally a spy, and he was also a secret agent arranged by the bureau in Shanghai. He had been hiding for a long time for the purpose of smuggling in the future.Where dare to make a big splash?Do not die?

"If you don't understand anything, you can come to the Ming Mansion to find me. Don't call me Ms. Ming, it sounds weird how old I am before you, you call me Sister Sheng, don't you mind?"

Ming Jing thought in her heart that this young man named Bai Mu was close to her eyes, and looking at him inevitably reminded her of her younger brother Ming Tai who was studying at the University of Hong Kong.

"How come, Miss Ming Jing. Then, if you have any questions in the future, you will have to bother Miss Ming Jing." Bo Ning thought about it, and still agreed.

I don't know whether it's rationality or the seldom sensibility that makes him feel that he should get close to the eldest sister of the Ming family.

There was still something to do at Mingjing Company, so he said goodbye to Bo Ning, and made an appointment to invite Bo Ning to his home when he had time.

Bo Ning looked at the back of the eldest sister of the Ming family, recalled the look on her face when she spoke to him softly just now, and couldn't help but feel a little envious of that boy Mingtai.He shook his head, turned and went in the opposite direction.

In the Shanghai jazz western restaurant with melodious music playing, a group of bankers and entrepreneurs who had just been recruited by the puppet government were holding wine glasses to each other and greeting each other in a pretentious manner.

They talked about politics, economy, and current affairs, and from time to time there was a look of regret or approval on their faces. These people talked about their own pros and cons, and then attracted hypocritical praise from others, as if this place is really real. It is a free economic salon.

The host of this salon is Wang Fuqu, who just took office as the Deputy Minister of Economic Affairs of the new Wang puppet government. He is Wang Manchun's uncle and Minglou's economics tutor in France.

Wang Manchun sat beside Minglou, and she felt that Minglou had paid more attention to the new government's finances than she did, which made her feel very bad.

The "fishing project" was stopped by Yoko Nantian, even if Wang Manchun was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.But Yoko Nantian told her about the suspicious things about Ming Lou again intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, Wang Manchun also had some doubts about Minglou's sudden return to Shanghai and his entry into the new government.

In her eyes, Ming Lou is a person full of the temperament of a nobleman in the upper class, elegant and knowledgeable.

He has both the romanticism of the Europeans and the reserved morality of the Orientals. He will not be high on the top, and he will never cling to the wings.

In short, Wang Manchun felt that her senior brother was a perfect, flawless person.It is the person she most wants to marry and loves most in this life, and there is no one.

It's just that, for a person like her senior brother, at this extremely sensitive stage of the establishment of the new government, in a time full of blood, why would he return home happily?

"The morals of the world are terrible. Assassins are rampant, terrorism is everywhere, and the Chongqing government has fallen to the level of the Warring States Period. It is a barbaric, low-level bloody business." Wang Fuqu commented on several assassinations of new government officials on the beach. murder.

"One thing to say, the Japanese are very well-bred. At least they won't stab us in the back. What they emphasize is the spirit of the samurai, fair duel..."

Several bankers criticized these assassinations one after another, while promoting the so-called peace and common prosperity of "Mr. Wang" and the Japanese.

Minglou listened as usual, but sneered in his heart.You say that because you are afraid that one day the anti-rape team of the military command will find you.

The Japanese don't know how to stab a knife in the back, it's just that you guys don't bother to go around with those twists and turns, and if you want you to die, it's just a matter of talking.

"As for me, when I get old, I lose my courage and slow down my pace." Wang Fuqu said, "Minglou, tell me, what should we do with the current economic problems?"

Minglou naturally put down his wine glass, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his gentle brows were stained with a look like a bath behind the glasses.Wang Manchun was fascinated by watching, this man is indeed so charming no matter what time it is!

As for the new government's finances, Minglou naturally spoke eloquently, making the listeners around him praise "smart", "high theory" and "to the point"

"I really didn't expect that businessmen in Shanghai now have the sour taste of literati."

Minglou whispered something in Wang Manchun's ear, then got up to apologize, and went to the bathroom with an excuse, and left.

Seeing this, Wang Manchun subconsciously glanced at a man dressed as a businessman.The man nodded knowingly and followed Minglou.

In front of the marble sink in the bathroom, Minglou looked in the mirror, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and smoothed his hair in front of the mirror.

At this time, a person came in, Ming Lou remembered that this was a guest of the salon.Of course, he also remembered that this was the guest who came to the game with Wang Manchun.

"Mr. Ming, hello." The man was very enthusiastic.

Minglou responded perfunctorily.

But the man said again: "Mr. Ming, do you still remember me?"

"You are..." Minglou looked him up and down, with a flash of coldness in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are?" The man pretended to be mysterious and said, "You are... a big shot in Chongqing!"

Minglou understood.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man felt complacent: "Mr. Ming, I remember that your eyesight is excellent. You deliberately wore this pair of glasses to disguise yourself, right? No matter how much you pretend, you won't be able to disguise yours." Your true face. You are actually a soldier. If I guessed correctly, you were sent by Boss Dai to be an undercover agent!" He picked up Minglou's glasses.

How did you find such a fool?Minglou laughed in his heart.

"Put it down..." Minglou said flatly, "If you break it, you won't be able to pay for it."

The man laughed, thinking it was very humorous, and said, "Apart from dressing you up as a cultural person, what else can your glasses do? You look like a treasure."

Minglou had a half-smile, "No, I'll show you." He stretched out his slender fingers to remove a lens.

The man stretched his neck to look, and Minglou's eyes showed murderous intent. He raised his hand, and inserted the lens as thin as a sharp blade into his throat. kill.

"Simple and practical, of course it's a treasure." Minglou said coldly, watching the man fall to the ground clutching his bleeding neck.

Minglou took a step back to avoid touching the corpse.

"Sir!" Less than half a minute after the body fell, the bathroom door was knocked open, "Sir, are you alright?"

Mingcheng and the driver said with alert expressions.

Minglou glanced at Mingcheng, pointed to the ground, and said, "My lenses."

Seeing this, Mingcheng quickly pulled out the lens from the corpse's throat and handed it to Minglou.Minglou took it under the water pipe to wash it, and his tone sounded a little bit aggrieved: "Look, Ah Cheng. I asked you to do all the big and small things. I haven't practiced for a long time, and my hands are raw."

Mingcheng smiled when he heard the words: "It's Ah Cheng's fault. Next time, I will never let my husband have a chance to feel raw."

Minglou rinsed the lenses, put them back into the glasses frames, put on the glasses and reached out to nod Mingcheng: "You. Okay, let's clean it up, they still have business."

"Yes, sir." Mingcheng replied.

The driver opened the door for Minglou, he tidied up his clothes, and left calmly to return to the salon.

Minglou calmly walked back to his seat and smiled at Wang Manchun.

"Brother, why have you been here for so long? Yes, have you met someone you know?" Wang Manchun asked sideways.

Minglou took a sip of the red wine, the wine was mellow and strong, lingering between his teeth: "I ran into a mad dog in the bathroom and almost bit me."

"Then, what then?" Wang Manchun's heart tightened.

"Then?" Ming Lou glanced at Wang Manchun with a half-smile, "Then, I taught him a lesson and told him not to bark again."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Ning met the eldest sister, um... I gave Xiao Ning several foreshadowings about her classmate's identity, I don't know if anyone has already guessed it.

Wang? Chui Lou? Man Chun is online again, she really likes Big Brother!It's almost fan level hahaha.

Then, Qi Jun felt that he couldn't help but want to have some Lou Cheng's material, hehehe!