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Chapter 7 Don't dare to forget the names of ancestors

Chen Baoxiang put down the dishes in his hand, looked at Yu Shutong, and replied word by word: "The heroes will never die, and the loyal soul will last forever. Mr. Yu, you helped me and saved my daughter, I am grateful to you. But if you speak rudely again and insult me, the heroes in Jinan, then I can't say it, I will turn against you-"

This is Chen Baoxiang's bottom line. It is okay to scold the people of Jinan as a cartilage, but it cannot insult the descendants of the heroes of Liangshan.

As far as he knew, Chief Han was guarding the south bank of the Yellow River and fought several battles with the Japanese devils. The leaders of the vanguard team who rushed in front were all descendants of the heroes of Liangshan.

Without them, the Yellow River would be lost within one day. Chief Han’s large army and the families of Jinan Daguan nobles had no time to withdraw.

Chief Han was defeated and left Jinan. The anti-Japanese heroes who had just walked away from the gate of hell remained in the city, hunting more than 100 enemy chiefs, which scared the Japanese to the point of being frightened.

At first they didn't know what "Shuibo Liangshan" meant, but later they invited China News from the capital to tell all the officers about the complete version of "Water Margin", and then they realized that these desperate Chinese heroes were the descendants of a group of waterside bandits hundreds of years ago.

"Is that so? Insult them? When the country is in trouble, the Japanese invaders enter the pass. As long as those capable people are capable, they must stand up and fight against Japan and save the country. What about those people? Tell me, what about the Jinan heroes you Jinan people respect?"

With a swish, Chen Baoxiang tore open the front of the cotton jacket with his right hand and untied the coarse cloth jacket inside with his left hand.

On his chest, there was a tiger jumping into the ravine.

On the top of the tiger's head, it is not the word "king", but the word "chen".

"Mr. Yu, who is not talented, wanders around the world and becomes a nameless chef. However, although his life is mediocre, he dare not forget the name of his ancestors - he ranks 72nd among the 100-8 generals in the Shuibo Liangshan, and responds to Zhou Xing, and is named "Jumping the Sword Tiger". The single name is Dashi!"

Yu Shutong stood up, stared at the tiger for a few glances, and bowed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Chen Baoxiang re-buckled the clothes and continued to clean up the table.

"Boss Chen, no matter what, don't interfere in the transaction of a thousand taels of gold. If you intervene, you will die. Remember my words well and let your friends remember that I have the best temper in the magic gun club. If you meet my fourth brother Ben Leihu, just relying on your friend's words just now, you will die under the thunder tiger claws of the fourth brother."

Chen Baoxiang understood that Yu Shutong and Wu Yixiao were just a joke.

The magic gun will roam China and even the four major families of that year gave them face.

To them, it is definitely a slight idea to get someone from the Meihua Mansion in Jinan City and they don’t need help.

Besides, with Wu Yixiao's identity, how can I be qualified to negotiate a deal with the Sharp Gun?

"Talk him on purpose?"

"Yes, he wants to make money, but he wants to be crazy. Such a person will only drag you into the water and let you die without a burial place. If he dies, your family will have a way out. I'm helping you, don't you understand?"

Chen Baoxiang gritted his teeth and swallowed everything he wanted to say.

The magic gun will be high above them. Their lives are fate, and the lives of other heroes in the world are not fate?

"Mr. Yu, if your goal is to save people, then save people well and don't cause trouble. Is it OK? Jinan people are not what you think, honest, stupid, incompetent, and greedy for money..."
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