Chapter 133 My target is a reorganized regiment of Japanese soldiers
"Editor Shi, your injury."

"It's okay. From today on, Youth Daily will be temporarily suspended. If I'm wanted for this matter in the future and it involves us, you can put all the blame on me."

"Ah, how can this be possible?"

"It's settled." The editor-in-chief stood up with great effort, put the cowhide bag into his arms, and was about to leave.

"Editor-in-Chief Shi, wait a moment." Ruxian stopped him.

Editor Shi turned around in confusion to see if she had anything else to say.

Ruxian limped to Ding Li and said, "Mr. Ding, I left my money in the reed marsh. Can I borrow some from you?"

Ding Li called Ah Qing without saying a word. Ah Qing put away his gun and took out a wallet, took out a thick stack of French currency and handed it to Ruxian.

"Miss Ruxian, if these banknotes are not enough, I will ask Changmao to go back to the company and get you some more."

"That's enough, Mr. Ding! I will definitely return the money to you."

After receiving the money, Ruxian turned around and put the banknotes in the editor's hand: "Editor-in-Chief Shi, Ruxian has a strict father and cannot accompany you. You can keep these banknotes for your own use."

Editor-in-Chief Shi quickly declined.

"Ruxian, how can I use your money?"

"Editor Shi, please don't refuse. Just think of it as something for our career."

"Miss Ruxian is right. Editor-in-Chief Shi will not have a smooth journey." Song Tianen came to Ruxian and gave the same advice.

"Okay! Then I won't be pretentious." The editor-in-chief looked deeply at Song Tianen and Ruxian, nodded silently, put the money and photos away, hailed a rickshaw, and drove straight to the train station without hesitation.

The editor-in-chief looked celestial as she watched him go away, and unconsciously moved closer to Song Tianen and snuggled up to him.

Seeing this somewhat over-the-line intimate behavior, the short-haired girl Ah Qing couldn't help but walk up to Ding Li and whisper.

"Boss, I feel that the relationship between Miss Ruxian and Mr. Song is a little unusual."

Ding Li, with a cigar in his mouth, shook his head indifferently: "I don't care. By the way, Changmao stays here to take care of these bodies. Ah Qing, you accompany me to drive two cars to take Mr. Song and Miss Ruxian. Tonight I want to entertain Mr. Song who avenged Brother Wen Qiang!"

Ding Li is not blind or deaf!
Ruxian's intimate way of addressing Song Tianen and her intimate behavior were something any normal man could see, the love in the girl's eyes.

Logically speaking, as the fiancé, Ding Li should be furious, or at least show impatience or even jealousy, but he was extremely calm, as if he didn't care at all.

Is Ruxian not beautiful enough?
The woman who could make the Japanese so beastly must be extremely beautiful.

There is only one real reason. Ding Li actually has no feelings for her. To be honest, this marriage is just a political marriage with Mayor Ru.

Moreover, this kind of political marriage has an unstable foundation, because there are inherently irreconcilable and profound conflicts between his interests and those represented by people like Huang Jingui, represented by the mayor.

To be honest, this marriage is just an opportunity for both parties to prepare for the final battle.

There are also rumors that although it was Lei Lao Hu and his gang who killed Xu Wenqiang, the actual people behind the conspiracy were Huang Jingui, the mayor and the Japanese.

Do you think that under such circumstances, Ding Li could fall in love with the daughter of his enemy who killed his boss?
Therefore, he didn't care about Ruxian and Song Tianen's intimate behavior! ——
If we were to talk about where in today's chaotic world there is still a life of drunkenness, debauchery and revelry, then we would have to talk about the foreign concessions along the Huangpu River.

The most luxurious and extravagant of all the foreign concessions is the Shanghai Hotel, which is owned by the Black Society's boss Ding Liding!
When night falls.

The neon lights outside the Shanghai Hotel are as high as two stories and are colorful and brilliant.

"Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps

The lights are on, the cars are running, the singing and dancing are in full swing
I only saw her smiling face, but who knew she was depressed

Nightlife is all about food, clothing, housing and transportation
It is not the wine that makes people drunk, but people themselves.”

The popular Miss Hua Ying was singing a seductive song on a stage as big as an opera house.

Behind her, there was a row of scantily clad girls, stretching their legs wantonly. On the stage, there were beautiful legs like clouds, dazzlingly white and alluringly white.
There are tables of luxurious dining tables under the stage.

Celebrities from all walks of life, even foreigners, raised their glasses to celebrate, and the table was filled with expensive delicacies and rare wines.

The cost of a single table of food and beverages is enough to support an ordinary family for three years. The cost of the entire restaurant for one night is a huge sum of money. To put it bluntly, it is enough to pay a militia a month's salary.

The other areas across the river are dimly lit, like two completely different worlds compared to this bright color scheme.
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In a luxurious box on the second floor.

Ding Li raised his glass and said, "Mr. Song, I toast you with this glass of wine. I once made a great wish in front of Brother Xu's grave! Whoever kills Lei Lao Hu can have three wishes fulfilled by me."

Song Tianen raised his eyebrows: "Boss Ding, you can satisfy me if I want the moon in the sky."

"this."

Hearing Song Tianen's unrealistic request, Ding Li immediately lost his temper.

"Brother Tian'en?" Even Ruxian cast a puzzled look at him.

"It's just a joke, you won't take it seriously." "Haha, Brother Tianen, you're really humorous." Chuntian, who was sitting next to him, laughed out loud to liven up the atmosphere, and even wanted to deliberately lean closer to Song Tianen next to him.

"Hey, Miss Chuntian, stop it! We are not familiar with each other, so please don't call me that." Song Tianen could only use a pair of chopsticks in his left hand to press against Chuntian's forehead, preventing her from getting any closer.

Seeing Chuntian's embarrassed look, everyone present, even the usually serious Ding Li, couldn't help but smile.

Song Tianen and Ding Li clinked their glasses.

"Boss Ding, I do have a few things to ask of you, but they seem a little difficult."

Ding Li made a gesture of invitation: "As long as it's not something like picking the moon, I think nothing can be difficult for me in Shanghai."

"Mr. Song, you've found the right person. Mr. Ding is known as the know-it-all in Shanghai and there's nothing he can't do." Ah Qing, who was sitting next to him, added.

"Okay! Boss Ding, I won't be polite then!"

Song Tianen put down his wine glass and asked the waiter to provide him with paper and pen.

Seeing him writing and drawing on paper, everyone gathered around him curiously.

But he saw that his pen was moving very quickly, and soon one by one the bright armor of ancient generals appeared on the paper.

"What's going on?" Faced with everyone's doubts, Song Tianen quickly gave an answer.

"Mr. Ding, my first request is that the best metal smelting master in Shanghai make this pure steel armor within three days, and the thickness of the surface armor must not be less than 150 mm."

Ruxian said curiously, "Brother Tianen, if it is made of pure steel, it will weigh at least a thousand kilograms. Moreover, it is not very beautiful if it is made of pure steel. If you are planning to collect it, my father has collected a set of Ming Dynasty armor. You saved my life. If I beg him, he will be happy to give it to you."

"It's not for collection. You will know its use later. Can Mr. Ding do it?" Song Tianen looked up at Ding Li.

Ding Li chuckled and did not ask Song Tianen what it was for. "It's too simple! Ah Qing, remember to find Master Tan and they must do their best. The materials must be solid. Money is not a problem. Mr. Song, please tell me your second request."

"My second request is a batch of high explosives! RDX, TNT, or picric acid are all fine." Hearing that Song Tianen wanted explosives.

The cup in Ruxian's hand shook! But this problem was not difficult for Ding Li, because he had a mine nearby.

"No problem! Ah Qing got a batch of mountain-blasting explosives from Ah Guang."

After giving instructions to his subordinates, he continued to make a gesture of invitation, asking Song Tianen to say his last wish.

Song Tianen put down his wine glass and thought for a moment. Then he looked directly at Ding Li and said word by word, "I want the most detailed information about the composition of the 114th Japanese Garrison in Shanghai, their station, the ratio of weapons and equipment, and their commander, Sakai Yuzo. Boss Ding, can you do this?"

I heard that Song Tianen was actually asking for information about the Japanese garrison!

Considering his first and second requests, armor and explosives, it's clear he's trying to stir up trouble.

The whole audience was silent.

Only Ruxian said faintly: "Brother Tianen, do you want to avenge the townspeople of Wuming Town?"

"Miss Ruxian, what happened in Wuming Town?" Ding Li asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Mr. Ding Li, then..." Ruxian immediately repeated what happened in the town to Ding Li and everyone present. Although the incident happened more than half a day ago, Ruxian still felt uneasy.

Perhaps to strengthen his description, he even took out the backup film.

boom!
Ding Li slammed his fist on the table, causing the pile of delicacies to vibrate.

"Damn Japs!!"

Perhaps the noise in the private room was too loud, so the waiter outside the door quickly stuck his head out to check.

But Ding Li, who never got angry with his subordinates, turned around and yelled at the waiter, "Get out! Close the door tightly. If anyone breaks in, I will hold you accountable!"

At this time, even though the delicacies on the table continued to release enticing aromas, no one had any appetite at all.

Not to mention Chuntian, the thick-skinned girl, who kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, even strong women like Short-haired Aqing had red eyes.

In recent years, everyone knows and has heard about the brutality of the Japanese! In the past, this information was not seen or heard in newspapers and radio stations. All they heard were Japanese people bragging about the so-called East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere and various photos of showmanship with the masses in the occupied areas, as if they were not invading, but helping China's liberation.

But hearing the real truth and seeing the real photos of the massacre have completely challenged everyone's deepest hatred and anger.

This also includes Ding Li. Although they are young and often bully men and women, it is truly unheard of for them to challenge the bottom line of human morality in this way.

Now everyone looked at Song Tianen with completely different eyes.

Especially Ruxian, she looked at Song Tianen with both admiration and worry: "Brother Tianen, are you really going to cause trouble for the 114th garrison?"

"Miss Ruxian, let me correct you. I'm not looking for trouble! I'm killing them all!"

(End of this chapter)