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Dragon and Phoenix Tea House.

Two bad horses snorted and greeted pedestrians on the stone steps at the door.

kindness...

It's an arrogant howling...

This is a police horse, which represents identity. Most people should stay away from it even if they don’t salute when they see a fat belly with the public concession logo.

By the window on the second floor, two men were drinking fragrant tea and watching the crowds passing by on the street.

"Will we do this?"

"Don't you go to the street patrol or do something?" Yan Wenchuan asked the policeman next to him.

"Hi!"

"You just came here and don't know the rules here."

"See, these shops and merchants on the street are all areas of our team."

"We just need to sit here and have tea, and if there is something, someone will come to see you."

"What's more, we are policemen, not gangsters on the street."

"The two police horses at the door have told them that it is better to be honest if there are police here."

"Then, you just came and didn't understand a lot of things, I will teach you slowly."

Mo Xiaodong has been in the police station in the public concession for many years and is very familiar with the twists and turns inside.

He frowned slightly, and his professional background has always been strict, which is unnatural and responsible for matters.

However,

He seems to know very little about social rules.

"Hey..."

Mo Xiaodong saw Yan Wenchuan frowning and said, "I said, don't be dissatisfied."

"In Shanghai, as long as you have money and power, that's the uncle, and you don't want to show your compassion."

“It’s useless!”

"Where do people, you have to recognize their own weight and eat a few bowls of rice with the ability."

"Don't think about showing off."

"The whole of China is in dire straits, who are you going to save?"

"So I said, I can feel comfortable for a while, and I don't know how I die if I die one day."

"In Shanghai, there are three types of people you should not provoke: foreigners, gang people, and beautiful women."

"Do you understand?"

Mo Xiaodong looked at Yan Wenchuan quite liked him, and planned to mention him.

"not understand!"

Yan Wenchuan held up a teacup and looked out the window.

"Hey!"

"I said you are really a calf born without fear of a tiger!"

"The whole of Shanghai is a foreigner. Needless to say, the public concessions have the absolute right to speak in the United Kingdom and the United States."

"The French concession is the final decision. As for the surrounding area, you know..."

"That's the Japanese who have the final say."

"Chinese!..."

"Hey... let's save money, be honest and be a grandson, seeking protection from foreigners, and maybe there is still a chance of life."

"Strongly stand out? No good results."

"You didn't feel it today, even those shitty Indians, Vietnamese people ride on your head and shit."

"You said, what do you want to do?" Mo Xiaodong said proudly without starting.

Yan Wen glanced at the man who was two years older than him.

It is naturally not easy for Chinese to enter the central police station, as this is the industry rule.

Don't say it!

Doesn't it mean that they don't know what they think?

Although Yan Wenchuan didn't know Mo Xiaodong's feet, he also knew that this kid was not as harmless as he looked on the surface.

Several traces of evacuation were printed on the streets by frozen snowflakes.

The Damei Cinema opposite the teahouse looks very clean and tidy.

The snow at the door was treated very cleanly, and many vendors stopped and yelled at the door.

A coarse cloth woman holding flowers in her hands attracted Yan Wenchuan's attention.

The roses in the flower basket were not very bright, as if they couldn't lift themselves up, and they greeted the guests listlessly.

"Sir! Buy a rose?"

The woman's weak figure looked abrupt in this cold winter, with her thin clothes and white and tender skin leaking from her palms.

But is the lean body full of vitality?

Why is this?

A brand new black sedan was parked at the entrance of the cinema, two men and one woman got out of the car.

The girl selling flowers carried a basket and fed the man with a big back and headed head in the frost.

"Sir, buy a rose." The woman was careful.

"Get out!"

"Disturbating the uncle's elegant pleasure!"

The man who got out of the car kicked the woman onto the street.

A shrill wail came from the woman's mouth.

Even Yan Wenchuan, who was drinking tea, could hear it.

The woman staggered slowly and stood up in grievance.

"Sir, buy a rose! This rose is beautiful and can bring you good luck."

The flower seller barely squeezed out his smile and said.

"asshole!"

"I don't know how to live or die, but I actually put my business on the second master's head and don't want to live anymore!"

The man scolded him arrogantly.

The vendors at the entrance of the cinema obviously knew this man and hid from afar.

The expression is a bit profound.

Are you afraid?

Is it awe?

No matter what, no one has the courage to deal with this man.

"Yaxi!"

"Mr. Zhang, I like this flower seller, please arrange it."

Another man got out of the car, with a gorgeous woman hanging on his elbow.

"Hi!"

"Since Mr. Oshima likes it, there is nothing wrong with it."

The man called Mr. Zhang gently waved his sleeves.

The dog legs beside him understood what his young master meant very well, so he quickly stepped forward and pulled the flower-selling woman's basket out of her arms and threw it away.

He pulled the woman toward the man.

"don't want..."

"Please let me go."

Although the woman is thin, her face looks surprisingly beautiful.
To be continued...