1928: The rise of giant merchants

"Dragon Tiger Man Pill?!"

Not far away, Zhang Dingyao glanced at the small iron box placed on the coffee table and almost thought it was Ren Dan from Suzuki Hospital, and instantly had a stress reaction.

"This is a small gift specially arranged by our second young master for all the guests. It is produced by the Sino-French Pharmacy. It has the effects of clearing away heat and detoxification, and is eye-catching and calming. Please feel free to eat it." Xue Leng nodded.

After seeing the brand on the iron box clearly, Zhang Dingyao's nervous shoulders relaxed. He couldn't help but pick up a box and look at it carefully: "Bo Yan, why did your brother-in-law start the pharmaceutical business again? This outer packaging is very similar to Rendan is somewhat similar.”

"Haha, Mayor Zhang, you know him better than I do! As for him, wherever there is the ocean, there is his Ye's Investment Company! After hearing about the Rendan incident, he bought Huang Chujiu's Sino-French Pharmacy overnight, and also sold them The new medicines launched are promoted on the packaging.”

Bai Xiongqi laughed loudly, glanced at the surrounding billboards, and was quite impressed by Ye Luo's business ability.

"Don't worry, I have tasted this Dragon-Tiger Man Pill many times and there is no problem with it."

"With Ye Luo as a guarantee, I can rest assured." Although Zhang Dingyao said this, he did not open the package and try a few pills like others.

"This refreshing taste is just like mint! It's so delicious!" British Consul General Barton showed off a few of them and was full of praise. "It's more recognizable than Ren Dan."

"Yes, no wonder he dares to advertise so blatantly and compete with Rendan for the market." U.S. Consul General Gao Si slightly nodded, "Looking at it this way, it seems that as long as Ye Luo is involved in the industry, he can always do it. This Chinese, very It’s unusual.”

He and American Minister Ma Murui benefited from Yello's paper. Their respective families made huge profits in the U.S. stock market, so they had a good impression of Yello.

These foreigners who crazily advocated Ye Luo also invested in the Paramount Ballroom.

But now, Paramount, which opened on September 30th, has been deserted in less than a month, with few people going to have fun.

None of them have any hope of receiving dividends from their shares this month.

Likewise, what these foreigners dislike the most now are the three tycoons of Yongxing Company!

Among the group of people, only German Consul General Knappe was smiling and looking particularly relaxed.

Under Ye Luo's dissuasion, he successfully escaped from the two big fire pits of Rolls-Royce and Paramount. The money he saved was involved in the U.S. stock market, making huge profits.

The German military advisory group will arrive in Shanghai soon, and Knappe can cooperate with Yelo on some military business, which makes him feel that a better tomorrow is coming, and he feels very comfortable.

While they were talking, the two sides of the competition began to appear one after another.

The blue square on the left is a group of Japanese samurai from the Hongkou Dojo, led by the current gym owner Naoki Sachinari. A group of disciples wearing white karate uniforms came forward in a mighty manner, with a strong momentum and power.

Sasanagi Naoki is the eldest disciple of Akutagawa Ryuichi and a famous karate master in Tokyo. Before coming to Hongkou Dojo, he was also a martial arts coach for elite units such as the Kwantung Army.

There were a few crisp sounds.

Sasaki Naoki started running quickly in his clogs. When he was still a few meters away from the martial arts stage, he suddenly jumped and landed lightly on the stage.

This move drew exclamations from everyone, and also made Shi Jianqiao, who had been watching the battle intently, frown slightly: "This Japanese has some strength."

Following closely behind were four tall disciples from the dojo. They said "oh" and stood respectfully behind Zecheng Naoki, glaring angrily at the Jingwu Sports Club people in the audience.

"Let's go on stage too, don't let these Japanese invaders look down on us." Huo Ting'en unbuttoned his tunic suit and jumped onto the stage.

Behind him were four disciples of the Jingwu Sports Association, but some Chinese tycoons were shocked to find that the famous vice president, Huo Yuanjia's real disciple, Chen Zhen, was not among them.

When the referee from France was ready, a loud gong sounded, and this much-anticipated Sino-Japanese arena match officially started.

Reporters from major newspapers rushed to take follow-up shots. They stood outside the railing, behind a group of tycoons. In fact, it was difficult to see the most intuitive scene of the competition.

A male reporter bared his teeth and wanted to take a step forward, but was patted on the shoulder by a gang member. He was so frightened that he quickly retreated into the crowd, daring not to speak out.

Among all the reporters, only Chen Ruiqiong, who came from the application, was able to successfully pass through the crowd and even squeezed in front of the VIP table to take pictures near the martial arts stage.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why can she go inside and take pictures, but we can't?" The male reporter who had been warned by the gang yelled at the top of his lungs.

"You don't want your head anymore? Don't you see what brand is hanging on someone's chest? What brand are you wearing?" Another reporter rushed over and covered his mouth to prevent himself from being implicated.

Several gang members and plainclothes employees of Ye's Security Company were already looking here, so the male reporter did not dare to continue talking and had no choice but to keep silent.

"What brand? Are reporting reporters more noble than us tabloid reporters?" The male reporter did not dare to make a loud noise, so he could only whisper in a low voice.

The reporter blocking him rolled his eyes at him and showed him the sign on his chest: "I'm from the News. Don't I still have to shoot outside like you? She is Chen Ruiqiong, the top reporter and deputy editor of the newspaper. ! And she has the sign 'Yip's Investment Company News Consultant' on her chest, that's the key to her unobstructed access and being able to go to the front to take pictures!"

"Ye's. Hiss." The male reporter didn't dare to speak at all now.

Those who work in the news industry all know how much power Ye has in the media industry. Anyone who offends Ye will lose their job.

The noisy crowd was crowded around, but the ring was very quiet, with only the referee's voice.

"First, if you fall off the martial arts stage, you lose."

"Second, the competition ends immediately after unilaterally admitting defeat."

"Third, do not attack the eyes, lower body and other parts."

"Fourth, life and death matter, fists and feet have no eyesight. After signing the life and death certificate, if you are beaten to death by the opponent on the martial arts stage, the opponent does not have to bear any legal responsibility."

After the referee finished speaking, two tall women wearing bright red cheongsam walked onto the martial arts stage carrying plates. After the five combatants signed the life and death signs and pressed their thumbprints, they raised the life and death signs high and let the audience Journalists took photos.

After the cheongsam girl stepped off the ring, the first competition officially began.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, a strong disciple from the Jingwu Sports Association collided with a tall disciple from the Hongkou Dojo.

Ye Luo also looked over curiously.

To be honest, I watched a lot of various Chinese martial arts movies and TV dramas in my previous life. Ye Luo is still very curious about Chinese martial arts, especially the Ip Man series. When he saw Ip Man shouting to the Japanese invaders that I will fight "ten", when he was young, His blood was boiling and he couldn't control himself.

After coming here, he wanted to practice with him many times or go to a martial arts school. Unfortunately, in the 1920s, after the death of Huo Yuanjia, Chinese martial arts was no longer so popular, so he never got what he wanted.

The competition on the stage was somewhat similar to later sparring, and French referees also treated it as a boxing match.

But watching karate and Huojia Mizongquan fight, it always feels a little weird.

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.

After fighting for a while, Shi Jianqiao shook his head slightly and said, "It looks like we are going to lose this one."