Two days later, Fu Renyong and his companions appeared in Shiligou Town, Haijing.

They came from the city in a four-wheeled convertible carriage. Their followers who came to Haijing for the first time were very excited because this place was different from the marble-like luxury, cold and solemn style of Haijing. They combine the neat and clean planning of Western cities, and also have the rural bird singing and flowers. The entire area is scientific, with convenient transportation, flat and clean streets, beautiful houses in Chinese and Western styles, and numerous middle and low-class residents and developed commercial development.

As we came in, the followers pushed up the sunshade cloak, but it would not peel off. This suburban town even had the latest urban construction technology product, the boulevard, with green trees along the way, blocking the hot sunshine on the road.

"This town is really nice, beautiful and exquisite. No wonder we have a place to set up here." The follower said to the boss excitedly in the carriage.

"Haha, our site is set here, not because of its beauty, but because of his mother's historical reasons." Fu Renyong pulled out the cigarette from his mouth, vomited a cigarette ring, and squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Why? The information here is smooth? There are a large number of business elites living in the south? There is a powerful and wealthy area to the north?" The follower hurriedly wrote out his previous information.

Fu Renyong shook his head, his eyes a little bitter but proud: "Ten years ago, when I was as old as you, I was ordered to station in Haisong to collect intelligence. Our organization had no money at that time; even a group of young people rely on their passion to dig ancient tombs and raise funds. They came here to be deceived by various unscrupulous merchants. Well, I have no experience in robbing and selling stolen goods. Ming Dynasty is just a group of young people working hard. You have caught up with a good day, and the funds at that time were more than the sky and the ground now;

I don’t know which bastard in the Jinyiwei Department believed it. This is the 'rapturous industrial zone of Haisong newspapers, the New Far East Pearl', and so on. I set up an information point here. At that time, I got off the boat and was stunned. It was a big slum! Later, I thought about it, was the funding greedy, so I came here to set up a slum? The land price of slums is cheap."

"Is this a slum ten years ago?" The follower widened his eyes and looked out the car again, wanting to confirm that what he had just seen was not the poster of the brand building built by Hai Song on the roadside, but what was attracted to him was the clean, beautiful and prosperous shops, residences and crowded crowds. It was not like a phantom.

Fu Renyong pointed to the prosperous scene along the street and said, "Ten years ago, there were all rolling dragons under our feet. The sheds were covered with reed mats, and there were dense rolling dragons. There were so many that the stenches could smell ten miles away. Not to mention the stone banks and stone bridges on the river, there were just smelly ditches! There were broken boats on it. A family of people and even three generations of ships. The river was filled with garbage, dogs and cats, and there were often human corpses. Not to mention the tree-lined avenues, there were not even a decent road. After a rainy day, it was either a foot of mud or a foot of shit."

After saying that, he smiled and pointed to a three-story white building that was so beautiful that it was a dazzling three-story white building in the distance, and said, "It's Song Rui Bank two streets away. Isn't it spectacular? But ten years ago, it was called Water and Huo Street. Not to mention the stone building, it was all shaky wooden buildings, and there were coffin shops everywhere! Many people died in Shiligou every day! I vomited and had diarrhea on the third day after I got off the boat and had half a month of sickness. Later, I insisted on buying mountain spring water to drink. There was no clean water here! I had to buy water!"

"Then we must learn how to develop such a sanitary town!" The follower clenched his fists.

"I'm already learning." Fu Renyong threw out a cigarette butt in the car, and pointed at the opposite side of the road with a treacherous smile: "Look!"

The follower stood up straight and saw from the car: a group of people in white uniforms broke into the gathering place of vendors like tigers and wolves. The vendors screamed and scattered, while the white-clothed men punched and kicked, and all the batons and ropes were raised, and they were tied up without running.

"This is the Tianjing health inspection that you disdained before coming." Fu Renyong laughed.

The follower retracted into the car and looked shocked. He exclaimed: "I learned it from Hai Song?"

"The power of Hai Song is called the sanitation police," Fu Renyong explained: "It is also violent here, even more violent, because Tianjing is currently being piloted, and it has been operating here for many years, and it has the power to enforce the law. There is no need to mention the punishment and confiscation. The vendor will be imprisoned for seven days after being arrested. I was deeply impressed by it: when I was in Tianjing, you said that their violence was not the law of friendship between Christ brothers, but this is a war of culture."

"The war of culture? Is it so serious? Is the hawker not pitiful? Who would have set up a stall to support the family if the seawestern has education?" The follower was a little angry. Although the young man has the quality to become a professional intelligence officer, his sense of justice is relatively simple.

"Do you think the vendors will do whatever you say? Without them, the roads are full of poor vendors. Don't think that there is wind in your car, the road is clean! This is order and hygiene - defending life. No violence and unhygienic. If you don't have hygiene, you can't be a big city. It's too dirty and messy. Not only will the plague spread, it can't form the self-confidence of Hai Song like this. You see Haijing's tidy level. This is urban construction technology, but this technology started with violence and bloodshed. Only after removing the old culture can it be possible to get rid of the old culture.

Form a new culture." Fu Renyong smiled and said, "It's like Shanghai County despising Beijing City, French Concession despising Shanghai County, British Concession despising French Concession. If you live in Haijing for a long time, it will be more uncomfortable to go to Tianjing. No, each city is tidy, and Haijing's strictness is temple-level. Analyzing the essence from the phenomenon is what you need to learn this year. I will let you look at newspapers and publications on the market to find information. It's like a garbage dump, but there are really gold mines inside. This is the entry-level skill."

"Is it that serious? Anyway, I feel uncomfortable seeing the poor being bullied. This is not the Lord's teaching." The follower Xiao Li could not refute, and he did not dare to question the analytical ability of the old intelligence personnel, but he was instinctively dissatisfied.

"What the Lord said is that helping the poor is justice. However, the poor and justice are two different concepts." Fu Renyong smiled disapprovingly, stamped the car board with cloth shoes, and said, "Boy! The level of violence of the sanitation police is light, which is permitted by the law! Can this Shiligou become like this now? Do you think it can be done as long as you have money? Someone has interests and culture. Slums are treasure pots. How can this treasure pot be willing to become the current advanced, prosperous and hygienic appearance? For today, there was blood flowing here ten years ago!"

"It's impossible to have money? Doesn't Hai Song rely on money?"

"It's too naive: money is just the currency of the world, and blood is the psychic creature."

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The young follower was addicted to being hung up by the old spy and was asking questions, but the horse's hooves made a crisp sound of tapping and walking. Before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination and the topic was stopped here.

The end of their trip was a place full of printed materials. A shop mixed with other shops on the street. On the second floor, the plaque on the lintel read "Shili Bookstore". On the second floor, there was a large cloth-frame advertisement in the middle of the street: "Subscribe to various newspapers and magazines" and "Appreciation of antiques, calligraphy and paintings"; in addition, there was a large Haisong flag on the gate, and most of the shops were inserted, which reflected the layers of cross-street banners hanging on the street: "The God blesses the Great Motherland! The Kingdom of God will win", "Annan must be independent! The economy must be independent!", "The freedom of the Crown of Friends! Protesting for unreasonable hegemony!"...

Xiao Li followed the boss who was familiar with the road to the bookstore. The shade in the store made him feel very comfortable. Then he realized that he had just watched the "Western scenery" along the way. He forgot that the weather was enough to suffocate the Japanese girl in the coal warehouse. When his eyes adapted to the light in the building, he turned his head to observe the store:

The store has two rows of counters and shelves. On the east side are small antiques, calligraphy, paintings, pens and other expensive goods, and on the west side are newspapers and books. The shelves behind the counter are densely packed with books. The shelves also contain classified goods such as "Theological Classics", "Western Classics", "Ped Textbooks", "Comics", "New Literature" and other categories, and on the counter are various newspapers and magazines.

At first glance, it is an ordinary bookstore that is desperately trying to make more money. It is not good at operating ancient books and modern books, let alone even half-true antiques. However, this can also make all kinds of people entering and leaving the store inconspicuous. Students, wealthy businessmen, young people, old people, gangsters or scholars have enough reasons to hide their true intentions.

"This shop is quite inconspicuous. No wonder the Japanese Kishida Yinka on the boat also wanted to open an ancient book shop." Xiao Li quickly caught up with Fu Renyong who was strode forward and smiled. Although he didn't say it completely, the other party understood what he meant.

If the cultural industry staff really told the boss that the shop was inconspicuous, they would probably be fired the next day, but for the intelligence personnel, inconspicuous is their pursuit.

"Leshantang? Well, it looks quite like an intelligence officer. If he hadn't been so proud of his face, he would have deceived us to say that women are from Annan. But, Japanese people are like this! Maybe there is still a chance to fight and play together in the future. Anyway, we have a bit of a sympathy with Japan." Fu Renyong commented as he walked.

In the office behind the bookstore, I haven't been in Haijing for a month. Fu Renyong is coming to Haisong newspaper to read the news recently. Xiao Li brought him a cup of tea. Before he could put it down, Fu Renyong slapped him on the desk.

He stared at the newspaper in his hand and shouted: "I finally remember who you are! Paris Poetry Club! You are the 'Young Master'!"

The follower was curious and walked over to see it, but he saw that the newspaper in Fu Renyong was completely unrelated.

The topic of the headline is:

"Whose family of Minister Iron River falls"

The introduction is:

"Most of them are newly built! The two parties and three parties in the imperial court fought for the death!"

The subtitle is:
Chapter completed!