City of Streamer

meal, and then I'll take you to do your hair! "

The barber shop that Xiao Baoli took Feng Shizhen to was very famous on Xiafei Road. It specialized in haircuts for rich wives and female stars, and they had to make an appointment. Xiao Baoli took out the big star style and asked the store manager to personally go out and do hair for Feng Shizhen.

"Miss's hair is really good." The store manager touched Feng Shizhen's long, thick, smooth and soft hair, and he couldn't put it down, "You have been keeping this hair for a long time."

"It's been five or six years." Feng Shizhen said.

The store manager said, "I can't bear to cut such fine hair."

"The hair can grow back after it is cut, what can't you bear?" Xiao Baoli said, "Perm a Garbo hairstyle for her. She has a clear outline and a high nose bridge, so it will definitely look good!"

The store manager looked at Feng Shizhen from the mirror with questioning eyes.

Feng Shizhen touched his long hair reluctantly and said, "What she said is. It will always grow. Cut it."

In the sound of clicking, strands of black hair fell, winding on the ground. Feng Shizhen looked at himself in the mirror, and a wonderful and relaxed feeling emerged spontaneously.

"Huh?" Xiao Baoli, who was sitting while reading the newspaper, exclaimed, "Admiral Rong Jia transferred the transportation company and tobacco planting company under the family business to Zhao Huaan! Is he crazy?"

Feng Shizhen reached out and grabbed the newspaper, reading the news. This is today's sub-page headline: "The main and young ministers are strong, the Rong family is about to fall apart"

"Did the following old officials bully him for being young and unreputable?" Xiao Baoli pondered, "Yes, he is only twenty years old, and he is still very tender. It is normal that he can't hold down those old people. In fact, Rong Jiaguang relies on import and export. And real estate, it is enough to eat and drink, and there is really no need to do those wicked and risky businesses. Shizhen, what do you think?"

"I think?" Feng Shizhen returned the newspaper with satisfaction, "I feel very happy. Someone owes me a request."

"Who?" Xiao Baoli was curious.

"Seventh Master." Feng Shizhen winked, "I made a bet with him."

Xiao Baoli burst out laughing: "This is fun. When you ask him to cash in, I must be by the side to see his face!"

"Miss Feng, it's alright." The store manager finally fiddled with the curly hair beside the woman's ear and untied the scarf.

Feng Shizhen stood up. In the mirror of equal height, the girl was wearing a white silk shirt and a long camel woolen skirt, with a well-proportioned and slender figure. Charming and yet sloppy short hair is curled in a delicate arc, and the strands of hair set off the contours of her delicate and clear face. The girl is straight and graceful like a slim tree.

"That's right now!" Xiao Baoli sighed sincerely, "At last she looks like a woman!"

Feng Shizhen looked at his new image in the mirror, and smiled with satisfaction, reserved, arrogant, and generous. #####

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General Rong Jia's transfer of the transportation and plantation business to Zhao Huaan is like handing over most of the country to others. This is a prodigal act worthy of opening an ancestral hall and expelling the family tree in any family. It's just that Rong Dingkun was trapped on the bed by his stump leg, and Rong Jia's family had the final say, and no one could do anything to him.

The transfer of such a large amount of industry has also caused an uproar within the Rong family company.

Although Zhao Huaan had the intention to keep it secret, there were always one or two spies by his side. The next day that he made a deal with Rong Jiashang reached the ears of several other hall masters who had long been eyeing them. Several uncles immediately came to Rong Jia, wanting to take over at a more favorable price. In order to protect his own interests, Zhao Huaan naturally resorted to all means to win over Rong Jiashang, for fear that he would change his mind.

A group of elders took the opportunity to secretly compete with each other and stumble each other. Even more ruthless, he planned to simply kill Rong Jiashang and replace him.

But in just three or four days, more accidents happened than in a year. Rong Jia went to the teahouse to talk business with people, and when he went downstairs to the street, a black car ran straight at him without lights on. He was keenly aware that something was wrong, even if he dodged. The driver who drove the car broke his neck and died when the car hit a wall post, so naturally he couldn't be tortured.

Zhao Huaan was meticulous to Rong Jiashang, and even sent his own private bodyguard team to protect him. It is said that this group of bodyguards were all transferred from Yunnan, and they were all well trained and experienced in hundreds of battles. Their bodies exuded a **** aura that could not be washed away, and a cold murderous aura was deposited in their icy awe-inspiring eyes.

Rong Jiashang didn't know that Zhao Huaan wanted to take advantage of his tolerance to monitor himself, but since he said he wanted to cooperate, it was not good to refuse.

Rong Jiashang walked around in front of the bodyguards in uniform gray jackets standing in a row, and stopped in front of a handsome young man.

"what's your name?"

Zhao Huaan, who was smoking a pipe, couldn't help but move.

The young man looked straight ahead, and said with a hint of Yunnan dialect: "Back to the eldest young master, the youngest is called Awen."

"Awen...what's your surname?" Rong Jia asked.

"I don't have a surname." Awen said, "I was an orphan when I was young. I was picked up by Boss Zhao and grew up eating food from hundreds of families in the camp."

Zhao Huaan knocked on his pipe and said with a smile: "If Jiashang likes him, let him follow you. He has no father or mother. Instead of going back to Yunnan to grow big cigarettes, it is better to follow the eldest young master to get a little gentle and learn. New stuff. This kid's marksmanship is excellent, and he hits every shot. You two can learn more if you have nothing to do."

Rong Jia looked at Awen with a half-smile, and raised his eyebrows for a moment. This Awen is about the same age as him, with the same height, handsome and upright appearance. If it weren't for his cold and hostile face and a long scar on his forehead, it would be a look that girls would like very much.

Rong Jiashang always felt that this person was a little familiar, so he couldn't help asking: "Have I seen you before?"

Awen said: "The youngest only arrived in Shanghai three days ago. It was the first time I came here, and I don't remember seeing the eldest young master."

Secretary Chen laughed and said, "Master, you haven't seen it yet? This Ah Wen looks a bit like you!"

Rong Jia took another look and found that the bystander was really clear. This Arwen is probably running around all year round, and his face is tanned, while Rong Jia is pampered and his skin is fair. In addition, the two look alike!

Rong Jia looked at Zhao Huaan and asked with a smile, "Where did Uncle Zhao get such a character?"

Zhao Huaan laughed and said: "It's a coincidence. I haven't seen Awen in seven or eight years. The last time I saw him in Tengchong, he was still a child with a drake voice."

"Seven years and four months, Boss Zhao." Awen said meticulously.

"You have a good memory," Zhao Huaan sneered, "Master, this is better. Let him be a substitute for you to prevent those old things from plotting against you."

Rong Jiashang looked at it coldly, and said slowly: "Change clothes and wear a hat, it can be a little bit like the real one. Well, you can follow me."

"Thank you young master soon." Zhao Huaan breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a little more subtle cunning in his smile, "I think let him also be named Rong, and be a member of the Rong family."

Rong Jia had no choice but to ask his subordinates to take Awen down and teach him some rules. Rong Jia made an appointment to talk business at the club, but seeing that it was getting late, he hurried away.

When he went out, he whispered to Secretary Chen: "Go check it out, the more detailed the better."

Secretary Chen responded calmly.

Rong Jia went to the club, finished business talks with others, opened a box to set up a game of gambling cards, and called a popular courtesan to accompany him.

After Rong Jiashang received Feng Shizhen's training, not to mention other skills, at least his ability to count cards has improved by leaps and bounds. As long as he wants, he can sweep the table, kill the Quartet, and win a lot of money. It's just because it's an entertainment in the business world, no matter how high his card skills are, he still has to give up and fold appropriately to admit defeat. After a few rounds, I was very aggrieved, and I was very unhappy.

Just as he was thinking of finding an excuse to go home first, the manager of the club knocked on the door and came in, smiling brightly: "Young Master Rong, a Mr. Hashimoto said that he was your friend and knew that you were playing here, so let's give us a bottle. Bring the wine."

The wine is an aged Scotch whisky, which is best for poker games. Several merchants were very happy and busy drinking. Rong Jiashang took the opportunity to say hello and thank you, and finally got out of the poker table.

Hashimoto Masanori was listening to Peking Opera in the club's backyard. Because Rong Jiashang was sure to come, he even let the shopkeeper make a pot of Mao Feng. When Rong Jia arrived, the tea was just right, poured into a celadon tea cup, and a fragrant tea fragrance filled this antique private room.

There was a brazier burning in the private room, which was warm and warm. Outside the open window, the night was lit up by the lights in the courtyard. On the opposite stage, gongs and drums blared in unison, the flowers were full of flowers, and a young boy in white was constantly flipping somersaults amid bursts of applause.

Rong Jiashang didn't know much about opera, nor was he interested in it. He just glanced at it and sat down to greet each other with Masami Hashimoto.

Hashimoto went back to Japan a while ago. In addition to burying his son, he also discussed a few business deals. It seems that he has gradually come out of the loss of his beloved son.

However, although the eldest son died too early, he was mentally prepared for a long illness after all. Hashimoto was distressed that the only remaining second son was really a piece of mud that could not be applied to the wall.

Hashimoto's biggest problem is stupidity. Cowardly and cowardly because of stupidity, greedy for profit because of stupidity, and easy to be exploited because of stupidity. Hashimoto is teaching his second son every day, and he misses the frail but intelligent eldest son more and more, and despairs more and more for the future of his house. A house of women and children, without the support of a man in charge in the future, how can they continue?

Perhaps Hashimoto Masanori's emotions were too clear. His two brothers saw it in their eyes, and they discriminated against the mixed-race sons, so they secretly pushed Hashimoto Masanori to adopt a smart and capable nephew from their knees to him.

Shiori Hashimoto overheard this conversation and was so angry that she lost a lot of hair overnight. The eldest brother is dead, and the second brother is still unsettled as the heir. If they were to adopt cousins ​​in the future, the three mixed-race siblings would definitely be exiled back to the Northeast farm to drive sheep!

So Hashimoto Shiori took advantage of the fact that his father was alone in the study, brought a cup of black tea in, and said, "Father, have you heard about the Rong family? Kashang is so pitiful, he was bullied and run by those uncles in the family. All forced him to give up the property. This is also bullying Jiashang's youth, without the support of elders, and no relatives to help. I have filial piety and it is inconvenient to visit Rong's house, but can my father go and chat with Jiashang to see how he is doing Are you planning to do me a favor?"

Hashimoto Masanori naturally knew about the Rong family's affairs for a long time. When the daughter reminded him like this, a light flashed in Hashimoto's mind immediately.

If he can get married with the Rong family, he will help Rong Jiashang secure the family business, not only can he get a piece of the pie, but also find a strong Yue family for his son to rely on.

"You said that you and Rong Jiashang dated when they were in Chongqing. What do you think of his friendship with you now?" Hashimoto asked his daughter three times.

Shiori Hashimoto was ecstatic in his heart, and said with a shy face: "My daughter naturally still has feelings for him. His words, Shanghai Huahua World, there are several men who can't change their hearts. But he and I are acquainted with Wei Shi. , is different from other women who come for his fame and fortune."

Masa Hashimoto nodded three times, with a point in his heart. I happened to see Rong Jiashang at the club that day, so I asked the manager to bring wine over and lead him to talk.

Rong Jia entered the private room, bowed his body with a gentle smile and politely said, "Thank you, President Hashimoto, for the wine. I and a few friends like it very much."

Masao Hashimoto invited him to sit down to drink tea, and while pouring tea, he said straight to the point: "I heard that the eldest son is in a bit of a difficult situation recently, and Shiori is very worried about you at home. I have heard about the uncles below your family, but They are all people like Hades and Shura. Now that Ling Zun is injured and retired, it is not surprising that they refuse to accept you and take the opportunity to oppress you."

Rong Jia took the teacup and smiled, "The younger generation also knows it. I have no qualifications, so it's no wonder that my uncles disapprove of me. So I also thought that it might be better to separate the two industries of transportation and planting from the princes."

Masami Hashimoto was surprised, "Young Master Rong, this can't be said as a joke. These two industries occupy 60-70% of your family's property! Don't be impatient, because you will simply give up because of a temporary setback. , you have to stand guard."

"President Hashimoto, rest assured." Rong Jia said, "The cooperation signed with you before is still valid, and the person who takes over the management rights will also perform the contract. Those are elders with years of experience, and working with them is not as good as peace. More reliable for a novice like me?"

"Of course I don't worry about that." Hashimoto Masaomi said, "I can't bear to see you give up your family property like this. If you have any difficulties, I'm willing to help you."

"Oh?" Rong Jia asked, "What does President Hashimoto think?"

Masami Hashimoto no longer went around in circles, and said directly: "You and my third daughter Shiori once had a relationship, but unfortunately you were young and couldn't continue walking. When I found out later, you had already been with me again. It's a pity that Miss Du's family is engaged. But now your engagement has been terminated, can you consider renewing your relationship with Shiori?

Rong Jia was holding a teacup and smiled lightly.

Hashimoto Masanori continued: "It's a pity that Shiori is a concubine, otherwise, in terms of appearance and talent, it is no worse than the two direct descendants of my family. Although our Hashimoto family is not the top wealthy family in Japan, it is rich enough, and there are many Koreans among the in-laws. The royal family, the Chinese family in this country. You are Run Er's brother-in-law, how can I watch you being bullied by the elders and stand on the sidelines?"

Rong Jiashang still laughed without saying a word, and leaned over to pour tea for Hashimoto Masanori.

"Or..." Masa Hashimoto's eyes twinkled, "Although my two daughters are not as good-looking as Shiori, and they are a bit dull, they are both gentle and virtuous, and the Tanaka family is also very powerful in Japan... …”

"President Hashimoto," Rong Jiashang interrupted politely, "I'm very grateful for your concern for me and your willingness to help. It's just that I'm still young, and I plan to go to school or even study abroad. Wife, it's a little too early."

Masa Hashimoto was puzzled, "Are you really trying to throw away the family business? What did Ling Zun say?"

"The Rong family's affairs are all up to me now." Rong Jiashang said calmly.

Masao Hashimoto was still not reconciled, "You are impulsive and willful now, making such a ridiculous decision, it will be too late to regret it in the future."

"Uncle's words are bad." Rong Jia shook his head, without showing any displeasure because of being accused, and looked like a modest gentleman, "Going out for transportation and plantations in the south, the Rong family also has a construction and import and export company, They are all serious and clean industries that follow the rules. Although the annual profit is not as huge as that of transportation and opium cultivation, it is enough to support the family and the whole family. Those ill-gotten gains are very risky, and they are not profitable. Especially when my father is injured Later, I also realized that I had done too much evil in my early years and suffered retribution. I sold those businesses and did more good deeds to do good deeds for my family. The younger generation is cautious and conservative by nature, which made my uncle laugh.”

Rong Jiashang said the retribution of good and evil, so that Hashimoto was unable to find words to refute again and again. If a person is not greedy for profit, you cannot lure, move, or coerce him. Rong Jia put on a posture of going to save money and eliminate disasters, and then moved out the disabled old father. If others persuaded him again, he would be trapped in a place of unfilial piety.

If this was not possible, the Hashimoto family could not be greedy for the advantage of the Rong family, but they did not lose any money. So Hashimoto Masanori regretted it for a while, so he put the matter aside, and still wentssips with Rong Jia while drinking tea and listening to the drama. #####

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Shiori Hashimoto also followed her father to the club today. As soon as her father settled the marriage, she asked her to go in and meet Rong Jiashang. But she sat in the private seat and waited, and didn't wait for the footman to invite her. She was worried about Rong Jiashang's rejection, and secondly, she was worried that her father had given up this good opportunity to the first two sisters, and the tip of her nose was sweating with anxiety.

A beautiful and attractive young lady sat alone, with an anxious look on her face, which naturally attracted the attention of the men who came to the club. Hashimoto Shiori sat for half an hour, and four or five men came to chat with her, trying to share her worries and relieve her troubles, but she impatiently dismissed them.

But there are always difficult men who are not afraid of Shiori Hashimoto's scornful eyes, smiling and insisting on asking Shiori Hashimoto to dance. Hashimoto Shiori was grabbed by him, his face flushed with anger, and the corners of his eyes were shy and resentful, but he became even more charming.

While thinking about whether to move the Hashimoto family out, a big hand grabbed the collar of the dismantling white party, and with a light wave, he dropped the person off the dance floor, causing the dancers to exclaim and complain.

The man was lifted up and wanted to rush back angrily. When he looked up and saw the tall man standing above, he immediately withered. He rubbed his nose in a self-indulgent manner, and ran away along the edge of the dance floor.

Shiori Hashimoto pulled her skirt, stood up shyly, and bowed to the person who came to the rescue.

"Thank you Mr. Meng for helping me out. Otherwise, I'll be dragged away by that Dengzi."

Meng Xian nodded at her with a smile, "Miss Shiori is too polite. It's just that you are such a beautiful lady, why don't you have a flower guardian?"

Shiori Hashimoto blushed and said, "I came with my father. My father was talking with people in the private room, and let me sit outside."

"So it is." Meng Xian said, "Since you are without company for a while, how about Meng invite you to go to the bar for a drink? I wonder if Ling Zun will allow you to drink outside."

"No problem." Hashimoto Shiori smiled.

Meng Xian stretched out his arm, asked her to hold it, and led her towards the bar. He is tall and strong, with a dignified air, exuding a strong sense of stability and self-confidence of a mature man. Shiori Hashimoto only thought that the noble and arrogant young man like poplar trees like Rong Jiashang was charming before, but now he found that a man like Meng Xu'an had a shocking masculinity.

Meng Xian is the darling of social places. He is romantic, humorous, and witty. With just a few words, Shiori Hashimoto was fascinated. No matter how smart Hashimoto Shiori is, she is only an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl with limited knowledge. Meng Xian vividly told some stories of his travels in various countries in his early years, which made her exclaim and chuckle, unconsciously trapped by Meng Xian without realizing much of the Hashimoto's privacy.

Rong Jia resigned Hashimoto Masanori and came out. When he passed the club hall, he saw Meng Xian chatting and laughing with Hashimoto Shiori. Shiori Hashimoto had a look of admiration and admiration, staring at Meng Xian with glittering eyes, and didn't even notice Rong Jiashang, who was passing by not far.

Rong Jiashang couldn't see Meng Xian's words about Shiori Hashimoto, but he didn't bother to pay attention, smiled and went out the door.

It was late at night, but Xiafei Road was still full of traffic. Rong Jiashang stood on the side of the road smoking a cigarette and waited for the driver to pull over. Two bodyguards followed him.

"It's you?" He noticed that one of the bodyguards was Awen who had been picked before.

Awen nodded solemnly and cautiously, his eyes still swept left and right sharply. There were people coming and going on the street, but anyone who got close to Rong Jia would be pushed away fiercely by him.

"Don't be nervous." Although Rong Jiashang didn't believe in Awen, it was a little funny to see him like this, "Have you been a bodyguard before?"

"No." Awen said, "but Brother Zhang said what to do as a bodyguard. First of all, don't let strangers get close to the eldest young master."

Rong Jiashang smiled and felt that Awen's expression when he was nervous was a bit familiar, but not because he looked like himself.

While thinking about it, the driver drove the car over. Another bodyguard opened the car door and asked Rong Jia to get in the car.

When Rong Jiashang walked over, he saw the light outside the window shining through the window glass and shining on the driver's sweaty face.

He subconsciously stopped.

The driver squinted nervously and saw that Rong Jiashang was staring at him, with a look of panic on his pale face, and subconsciously put down the handbrake.

"Stop—" Rong Jia shouted.

At the critical moment, Awen grabbed Rong Jiashang by the back of the neck and pushed him down behind a large postbox on the side of the road. The deafening explosion sounded at the same moment, and the car was torn to shreds by an invisible thug in an instant. The heat wave spread in all directions, and the passers-by who rushed in the vicinity flew and fell, and the raging flames rose more than ten feet high.

The big mailbox blocked Rong Jiashang and Awen from the shock and heat of the explosion, but others were not as lucky as they were. Under such a violent explosion, the driver in the car and the bodyguard standing beside the car obviously had no chance of surviving. Several passers-by who were affected by the explosion were lying on the ground dripping with blood and moaning.

The window glass on the side of the street in the club behind them was completely shattered, and the broken glass was scattered all over the street. A severed hand flew in through the window and landed on a table. When the female guest saw this, she screamed, fainted and fainted. Even the man was so frightened that he left his female companion and ran away on his own.

Meng Xian was the first to react after the explosion, and immediately left Shiori Hashimoto and rushed out with a bodyguard holding a gun.

The scene outside was very tragic. The blown up car and human body fragments were scattered all over the floor, and a broken foot fell on the steps of the club entrance. Blood and debris were scattered around the burning car, and injured passersby were everywhere.

"Young Master Rong?" Meng Xian saw Rong Jia, "Are you all right? Did your car blow up?"

It's really unfortunate that such an embarrassed appearance is caught by a rival in love. Rong Jia didn't take advantage of Meng Xian's outstretched hand, and he and Awen stood up supporting each other, patting the dust on their bodies.

"Thank you Boss Meng for your concern. It's just that I don't know what happened." Rong Jiashang didn't plan to tell Meng Xian the reason, "Awen, call and ask the family to drive another car to help the injured person. Take it to the hospital."

"I have a car." Meng Xian said, letting the driver drive his car and take the injured person to the hospital. At present, he and Admiral Rong Jia put their grievances aside for the time being, and help check the wounded together. Another recovered person also came over and joined them. Fortunately, the seven or eight injured passers-by were far apart at the time, and they were all injured. Only one broke his arm and needed to be raised for some time.

Rong Jia's upper forehead was broken by a nail on the mailbox, blood ran down his cheeks, covered with dust, sitting on the side of the road in a state of embarrassment. Shiori Hashimoto dared to go out to look around, and when he saw his Shura-like appearance, he was shocked.

"Kashang, you're bleeding!" Hashimoto Shiori wiped Rong Jiashang's face with a handkerchief, "What happened? Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Rong Jiashang turned his head away coldly and said to Awen, "I was dizzy just now and forgot to ask, are you not injured?"

"There's only a little bump, young master, don't worry." Awen said in a low voice, and added, "It wasn't Uncle Zhao who did it."

"You are loyal to him." Rong Jia hummed, "Don't worry, he definitely didn't do it. He still needs me to sign the document alive."

Awen's face was expressionless, and he stood with his arms folded, like a handsome statue.

Shiori Hashimoto was left to the side, and the embarrassment was indescribable. It happened that Meng Xian turned around and said to Rong Jia, "The people from the patrol room will be here soon. If Young Master Rong doesn't want to be questioned, why don't you go home and rest earlier?"

Rong Jiashang knew that Meng Xian had guessed that the explosion was aimed at him. However, this kind of fighting for power and profit within the family endangers innocent passers-by and is quite taboo in society. Although Rong Jiashang was a victim, he had to clean up the mess again for the inconvenient uncles in the family, and took a pity to hide the matter. It would be best if he pretended to slip away without knowing it.

"The medical expenses of the injured people today should all be paid by the Rong family." Rong Jiashang said.

"Then I won't take the credit for Young Master Rong." Meng Xu'an laughed, and glanced at Awen Duo who was standing silently on the side, "It's just that the world has not been peaceful recently, Young Master Rong, please be more careful when you go out. I see this from you. The bodyguard is good, thanks to his prompt response today."

The two men exchanged low voices with serious expressions. Shiori Hashimoto's eyes rolled around the two of them, as busy as a butterfly in a flower.

Looking at Rong Jia's attitude, he must have rejected his father's proposal for marriage. Hashimoto Shiori found that he was not as disappointed as he thought. God closed a window, but opened another door for her. Meng Xian, a Chinese-American banker, the proud son of the heavens, the real head of the Shili family, whose background is as noble as the Rong family, who was born in reselling opium, is on the moon.

Besides, Meng Xu'an is old and mature, handsome and tall, knowledgeable and interesting, gentle and patient with her. Shiori Hashimoto knew that Meng Xian had many confidantes, but it was normal for a man like him to be romantic. Maybe it's because of seeing more charming and enchanting courtesans and big stars, that you will prefer a girl like yourself, who is elegant, handsome, graceful and scholarly?

There are so many men in the world, and there are also many Xiaokai in Shanghai, so why hang on a tree in Rong Jia? Shiori Hashimoto had a plan in her heart. When Saburo Hashimoto came out, she held Meng Xian in her arms and said to her father tenderly, "Father, this Mr. Meng saved me just now."

Rong Jiashang was all too familiar with Hashimoto Shiori's tone, and as soon as he heard it, he knew what she was thinking. He glanced at Meng Xian, who seemed to know nothing, and Shiori Hashimoto, who didn't look at him much, and got into the car that came to pick him up amid the siren of the police car in the patrol room. They drove past the still burning frame and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

The daughters of the Rong family have all fallen asleep, and the news of Rong Jia's assassination will not be read in the newspapers until tomorrow morning. Rong Jia went back to the room to take a bath last time, and the slightly hot water drenched the bruised wrist, causing tingling pains, reminding him of the scene of his brush with death just now.

The driver who betrayed him should be investigated, and the family members of the bodyguards who died in the line of duty should be compensated. After suffering such a big loss, how to retaliate against the elders who attacked him, how to balance the forces of all parties...

Rong Jia had a faint headache, and his mind was full of confusion until the phone in the room rang suddenly.

It is already one o'clock in the morning, so calling at this time will definitely not be a good thing.

Rong Jia wrapped a bath towel, wiped his wet hair, and answered the phone with a grumpy face: "What's the matter?"

"..." Feng Shizhen's soft, night-wind-like voice was mixed with electrical noise, "It's me."

For a time, like the moon out of the clouds, Rong Jiashang was full of anger and anger, leaving only pure heartstrings trembling.

"I heard Meng Xu'an say it. Are you okay?" Feng Shizhen asked softly.

Rong Jiashang sat down on the sofa with the microphone pressed to his cheek, "It's okay, the bodyguard responded quickly. Wait! Are you living at Meng Xian's house now?"

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I'm outside your house."

Rong Jia sat up straight, stunned for a second, in disbelief, then dropped the microphone, jumped up and hurriedly dressed.

Feng Shizhen stood under the second street lamp outside the gate of Rong Mansion, and the car that brought her was parked at a far intersection.

It was a cold night in spring, but it was different from the dead air in winter, and there was a lot of fresh and moist breath in the wind. Feng Shizhen stood quietly against the wall, as if he could hear the branches and leaves brewing in the trunk, ready to wait for another spring rain to emerge; he heard the birds sleeping peacefully in their nests, waiting for the first ray of morning light to break tomorrow. A show of singing. She also heard rapid footsteps running towards her in the house behind her.

Feng Shizhen waited for the footsteps to approach before walking out of the shadows. In the next instant, he was pulled into his arms.

This scene is really like the moment when she and Rong Jiashang embraced in the snow in Beiping. It's just that there is no snow all over the ground, only the street lights remain.

Rong Jia held her face and kissed her lips, "Why did you come here so late? Your face is frozen, do you want to go in with me?"

Feng Shizhen shook his head, "I'm not worried, I just want to come and see you."

"I'm fine." Rong Jia spread his hands, "Look, you have all four limbs, and your head is on your shoulders, so you're not stupid. Even if you're stupid, you can still recognize you."

Feng Shizhen hurriedly said: "Then I will have to take a test for you to be sure."

"However you want to take the test." Rong Jia put his arms around her and kissed her cold cheek. "You really don't want to go in with me? They're all asleep, so they won't know."

"No." Feng Shizhen shook his head seriously, "Your father is still inside. I don't want to be near where he is."

Rong Jia smiled bitterly and hugged her tightly, "Forget it, as long as I can see you."

"You have to pay attention to safety." Feng Shizhen whispered, "Everything we do is for our future. If we don't even have our lives, what future can we talk about?"

"I know." Rong Jia said, "Just hold on. It's almost over. Shizhen, I really miss you..."

Feng Shizhen raised his head and kissed him. Rong Jiashang hugged her tightly, held the person in the shadows, tossed and kissed deeply, and greedily asked for it, trying to absorb a little peace and courage from the other party.

"Eldest young master." A male voice sounded extremely out of time, interrupting the tenderness, "It's not safe outside. You'd better go inside."

"Go away!" Rong Jiashang turned his head irritably and cursed.

"It's time for me to go back." Feng Shizhen pushed Rong Jia away breathlessly, and glanced at the tall and thin young man who was standing not far away, "You were assassinated, and you are just doing your duty as a bodyguard."

Rong Jiashang let out a long sigh and let go of his hand helplessly.

Feng Shizhen stepped out of the shadows, nodded to Awen, stopped suddenly, and looked at him carefully again, "He..."

"It's a bit like me. I know." Rong Jia said, "It was a bodyguard given to me by Zhao Huaan. It is said that his marksmanship is excellent."

When Feng Shizhen heard this, he felt more and more that this person was a little weird, and gave Awen a cold smile. Arvin looked at her blankly.

"I'm leaving." Feng Shizhen turned around and touched Rong Jia's face reluctantly, "Have a good rest."

"Okay." Rong Jia touched her forehead, reluctant to let go, "You also have to take care of yourself."

Feng Shizhen smiled and pushed him away, took two steps back, suddenly took off his hat, and waved his delicate short curly hair at him.

"how?"

Rong Jiashang widened his eyes in amazement, not knowing what to say for a while. Feng Shizhen smiled sweetly, turned around lightly, walked away quickly, and got into the car. #####

one five seven

The next morning, newspapers all over the city were indeed reporting on the assassination of the Rong family. In order to attract attention, the newspapers did not hesitate to add fuel to the story and write the whole incident as thrilling. And because Rong Jiashang did not accept interviews and did not show up, many newspapers swore that he was seriously injured and even died.

Rong's phone rang non-stop from morning to night, and relatives and friends who were related or irrelevant always called to ask for greetings. Mrs. Rong was so annoyed that she ordered someone to unplug the phone line, and it stopped.

There are also many well-known social figures who criticized the murderer in the newspaper, accusing him of detonating bombs in the downtown area and endangering passers-by. But the patrolling Fang Guan was incompetent, and he was too busy to catch the murderer. However, Rong Jiashang suffered such a big loss, and he didn't see anyone to take revenge on, and was ridiculed for being incompetent and cowardly.

Hashimoto Shiori looked at the newspaper, firmly put Rong Jiashang behind her head, brushed her eyebrows in front of the mirror, and prepared to go to Meng Xian's date. To be the future mistress of the Meng family has become her new goal.

The Rong family had a series of accidents, especially after the death of the fourth young master, so that Rong Fanghua and Wu Yunchi had to postpone the wedding from March to late April. In fact, the Wu family really doesn't want to marry the Rong family, but since the marriage has been decided, Wu Yunchi himself insists on marrying Rong Fanghua, and the Wu family has nothing to do. Rong Jiashang was worried that her sister would be run on by her mother-in-law if she married like this, and she decided to add makeup to a small villa in Zijin Mountain, Nanjing.

The auntie was very happy behind her back, and she was also grateful to Rong Jia, but she was afraid that Mrs. Rong would be unhappy, but she didn't expect Mrs. Rong to keep silent. In fact, Mrs. Rong has been a bit abnormal during this time. She no longer goes out to play cards and socialize, and even the new spring products in the department store haven't been able to attract her to go out for a stroll. She went to the West Hall after breakfast every day, and usually stayed in the house to count the dowry, and transferred the bonds and stocks bit by bit to the name of Fang Lin.

Fang Lin knew nothing about it. The Chinese and Western Nursery School opened. She and Rong Fanghua lived at the school on weekdays and could only come back for a day on weekends.

Although Rong Fanghua's accident has been concealed as much as possible, it is still reported by newspapers innuendo. She mustered up the courage to come to school, and was ready to be inquired and looked at by her classmates. But when the female classmates gathered together, squinting at her and whispering, she couldn't help feeling the coldness and pain of that rainy night again.

Since the accident of Rong Fanghua, Rong Fanglin has tried her best to show her friendship as the eldest sister to her younger sister. She patiently accompanied Fanghua and took care of her everywhere. At school, the two are inseparable.

Rong Fanghua is very grateful for her sister's love for her. But the traumatic experience made her grow up quickly. Her mind now has far surpassed that of Rong Fanglin, who was still on campus and with bow ties. When Rong Fanglin was worried about her homework and classmates' friendship, Rong Fanghua was thinking about marriage, how to get a foothold in her husband's family, and how to win Wu Yunchi's heart completely, instead of taking this part out of sympathy and pity marriage.

And Rong Fanglin also has his own troubles. Although Hashimoto Taichi was not her fiancé, he died at a blind date banquet with her. Rong Fanglin was arrogant and arrogant in his early years, and he also offended several young ladies. Under the arrangement of caring people, the reputation of Rong Fanglin's "Kefu" spread quietly.

Since the end of last year, the Rong family's failure has been very obvious: various accidents and scandals have occurred frequently, and the elder brother has handed over a large number of industries to others. Although an aristocratic and prestigious school such as the Chinese and Western Nursing School is very strict and is determined to cultivate ladies with excellent moral character, there are always small groups behind the scenes, and there is always discrimination. The girls from the official and famous family looked down on the Rong family as a nouveau riche, and the merchants’ girls felt that the Rong family had fallen, and they were not willing to play with the Rong family sisters.

The sisters of the Rong family worked hard to get admitted to this prestigious school, but found that real life and ideals are very different. They recalled that they worked hard to make up the class and endorsement under the leadership of Feng Shizhen last year, and they looked forward to the scene of the exam every day.

With the smoke billowing, the Rong family once again called for a general meeting of shareholders. Rong Jiashang officially resigned from the board of directors of the transportation and planting companies. Half of the shares were transferred to Zhao Huaan, and the remaining half was equally distributed to the other shareholders, but he didn't keep at all.

These days, the newspapers have been talking about the Rong family's affairs, and the words are full of ridicule and smile. Then he took out the fact that Rong Jiashang was cuckolded by Du Lanxin and laughed.

After all the contracts were signed, those in the dark finally let Rong Jiashang go and turned the artillery fire on Zhao Huaan.

Rong Jia once asked Awen if he wanted to return to Zhao Huaan, but Awen chose to stay. Now he has saved Rong Jiashang's life, and Rong Jiashang does not force him. He also trusts him very much on the face, and takes him with him when he goes in and out.

Secretary Chen also sent Awen's investigation report to Rong Jiashang's desk