Liu Yue'e blushed: "I don't have any other meaning in the head, I just want to save more money to Chuanwen and Chuanwu talk about his wife."

Chen Baoxiang knew that he had blamed his wife for wrong reasons, so he lowered his head to drink porridge and stopped talking.

According to the Chinese literature and military affairs, the Japanese transported many large wooden boxes from Peking and Qingdao, and they were all covered with the sign of "moving lightly and putting lightly" on it.

I have reminded me several times and take good care of these large wooden boxes and never touch them.

That's not all. The Japanese sent two translators, two middle-aged men wearing glasses, staring carefully and carefully checking the number of each wooden box.

"Dad, it must be a valuable thing inside."

"Brother, is it gold? Is it gold bars? Or machine gun?"

Chuanwu came over with his eyes shining.

Chen Baoxiang understood that no matter how expensive the things inside were, they could not be gold bars.

No matter which country people transport gold bars, they are armed with special vehicles. How can they be loaded in large boxes?

Besides, Chen Baoxiang heard last year that every time the Japanese devils occupied a city, they packed the gold, silver, fine and soft treasures and famous paintings there and shipped them directly to Japan.

They built a hundred super-large museums in their country, preparing to fill them with Chinese antique treasures.

"Dad, brother, I heard from my colleagues that the bandits in Nanshan opened their boxes to collect guns, and clearly marked the price. Some people dare not steal guns, so they steal bullets. Three bullets can be sold for a piece of ocean. If they get a box of bullets out of the city and sell them to the bandits, they will be fired-"

Chen Baoxiang snorted in anger and slapped Chuanwu on the back of the head: "If you send it, where will it be fired? Stealing Japanese bullets is a death sentence; selling the bullets to bandits, they went down the mountain to rob, and they killed the people of Jinan, right? Can you, you silly boy, use your brain?"

Chuanwu was stunned: "Dad, I'm not stupid. Think about it, if you steal the bullets and don't sell them to the bandits, they will sell them to the Eighth Front Army in Dafeng Mountain. They took the bullets to attack the Japanese. This is called Zhu Bajie eating pig's trotters - he will suffer for himself!"

Chuanwen smiled: "Brother, you're still spinning your mind fast, otherwise, Dad's second slap will come again!"

Xiu'er clapped her hands: "The second brother is right. It's a good idea to steal the Japanese bullets, give them to the Eighth Front Army, and then return them to fight the Japanese..."

The children were talking lively, but Chen Baoxiang finally repeatedly reminded him not to touch the Japanese, as it would be a death sentence.

He is a man from the martial arts world and knows that the evil world is dangerous.

Sometimes, if you just say something and get enough of your mouth, you will be reported and suffered a catastrophe.

After dinner, Chen Baoxiang sat alone in the store.

There were too many things happening during the day, which kept his heart going up and down and he was in peace.

Zhu Xiaotian went to negotiate with the Swordsman Club, but he didn't know what happened?

Mr. Tian found the funder and took out the money to open a hotel. The future is bright.

"The ancestors of the Chen family bless us. We only make money with conscience, not money with ignorance... In the chaotic times, open a restaurant in Jinan, so that friends from all over the world can have a place to taste famous dishes in Jinan... I, Chen Baoxiang, must have done the real price and no deception..."

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and someone knocked on the door.

"Du, du, du, du—"

The knock on the door is calm and monotonous, with only one sound at a time.

This is Zhu Xiaotian’s unique secret code. He is the eldest brother and has the word “one”.

Chen Baoxiang opened the door, and Zhu Xiaotian flashed in with a cold air.

"I made an appointment with several leaders of the Swordsman Club to discuss things in Baotuquan."

Zhu Xiaotian sat down and roasted the fire. The fire flashed, illuminating his solemn face.

"Who is the appointment?"

"The second head of the army, Long Qianli, and the third head of the army, Zhao Wuji, these two are the leaders. As long as they nod, the second sister and the fourth brother will come back safely."

Chen Baoxiang thought for a while and whispered: "Brother, the magic gun will be up and down, and the orders are not unified now. Yu Shutong, the 14th head, has defected to the Japanese, so we must be careful."

"Haha, in troubled times, anything can happen. Not to mention a man from the world, the entire army of Shanhaiguan has surrendered to the Japanese, hundreds or thousands of bandits, and also surrendered to the Japanese, what can we do? There are people in China, at least, you and I have not surrendered to them... How many of the Jinan people are willing to be traitors?"

He smiled and stared at the scorching charcoal blocks in the stove.

"What preparation should be made?"

"No need, my name Zhu Xiaotian is worth a few dollars. Zhao Wuji said that he had joined Long Qianli and rushed to Zhaotuquan immediately. I'll tell you and go there immediately."

Zhu Xiaotian took out the booklet, weighed it in his hand, and placed it on Chen Baoxiang's hand.

"Third brother, help me keep it, and I will leave it to me when I come back."

Chen Baoxiang had an ominous premonition. He and Zhu Xiaotian became sworn brothers when they were young, and they have been around for more than ten years today. He had already known the other party's temper and character.

If Zhu Xiaotian hadn't realized the danger, he would never have been so cautious.

"Brother, why not forget it? Is it okay if I don't go to Baotuquan and meet the other party alone?"

Zhu Xiaotian smiled, held his hat and straightened his collar.

"Third brother, we are authentic Jinan Jianghu. How can we break our trust in our territory? It's spread, friends from all over the world, how do we think of us Jinan? Today, even if the Baotu Spring is a sea of ​​swords, fire, and even if the three waters are filled with swords, guns, swords and halberds, I have to go. Hahaha, I want to see how many pounds the magic gun will be?"

Chen Baoxiang couldn't persuade Zhu Xiaotian, so he could only watch him go out and headed west.

He walked around the house a few times, picked up the food box, and walked out.

The road was dark at night, and his pace was extremely fast.

Previously, he and Zhu Xiaotian had a close relationship and knew that this meeting was not a gathering of kindness.

When he walked to the entrance of the Liyuan Mansion, he suddenly realized that he was worried and did not know how to dodge and went directly to the front door of the mansion.

Two Japanese sentries were dozing off with the 38th hood.

Two electric lights were on above their heads, illuminating the inside and outside the door.

"It would be great if Gu Lanchun hadn't been here. If he hadn't messed with Bi Gong and Bi Jing... Alas, everything has changed and it's hard to contain the water. What should we do?"

Thinking of Gu Lanchun, he hesitated a little, but then accelerated and continued to go west.

When he arrived at the lower reaches of Baotu Spring, he approached the river and listened to the movement there.

He vaguely heard the gurgling sound of three streams of water rushing, but there was no voice, no gunshots, or the sound of fighting.

"What the hell is going on? Can the elder brother and the Swordsman Club have a talk with the people from the Swordsman Club?"

He squatted in the shadows beside the water and suddenly smelled the terrible smell of blood.

Then, he picked up the river and sniffed it carefully.

In the dark night, the originally colorless river water turned into blood-red blood.

In other words, the Baotuquan has already taken action, and it is very likely that Zhu Xiaotian has encountered an unexpected accident. This shock is extraordinary. For Chen Baoxiang, Zhu Xiaotian is not a brother or a brother or a brother or a brother or a brother or a brother or a brother. In the past dozen bloody battles in the world, if Zhu Xiaotian had not blocked his sword for him, Chen Baoxiang would have been gone in the world.

"Brother, I'm here, you must hold on—"
Chapter completed!