The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 253: Hongmen Banquet (Part 2)
The subtitle of this chapter: Action Department, a famous family in Shanghai.
"Hongjian, you're going to England to steal someone?!"
"No, no, no, do I need to steal someone? Uncle, I'm going to steal someone..."
Our Master Yuan was too lazy to explain and simply asked directly: "Anyway, please, uncle, help me find a few brave, careful, tight- lipped brothers who have real tricks on their hands..."
Situ Meitang originally thought he was joking, but seeing how serious he was now, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Hongjian, you're not really going to lure a fat sheep (kidnap a hostage), are you?!"
Am I still a little fat sheep?
Nintendo Sage II glanced at the Anliangtang leader with a domineering look and said calmly, "Uncle, you just mentioned that I'm a disciple of the Hong Clan. Our Hong Clan has been too quiet in recent years, so as a disciple of the Hong Clan, I'm going to do something big to boost our Hong Clan's reputation !"
One of the things Yuan Yanshu was most dissatisfied with about the Hongmen was that historically they were only busy fighting among themselves and never made any big news internationally.
After the iron fist of dictatorship appeared on the mainland, the Hongmen could only retreat to Hong Kong, a small place like a booger, and do all kinds of absurd things.
This is one of them.
The second reason is that Master Yuan was unwilling to join the underworld from the bottom of his heart because he felt that it would undermine his status.
Now that he has been forced to "join", he must transform the Hongmen into a more "advanced" political organization, like the Red Army, al-Qaeda, Hamas, Hezbollah, the Irish Republican Army, or the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC)...
They are the ones who are causing trouble, while the Hongmen are just making money. The difference is obvious.
Thirdly, for an evil and mysterious organization like the SCP Foundation, its current "Action Department" only has two members, and only Mr. 10 of Swords is doing the dirty work. This is really outrageous.
This reminds Master Yuan of a crosstalk he heard in later generations called "The Thief Company"...
No matter how capable Mr. 10 of Swords is, he has no wings, and there are no airplanes these days. At most, he can only manage the area from New York to Washington.
It can be seen that "Master Fool" really needs to act like Mengchangjun of the Republic of China and select some capable talents for the "Action Department" of the SCP Foundation.
Upon hearing this, Situ Meitang stared at Yuan Yan for a long time and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha..." He raised his thumb and said generously, "Okay, okay, okay! Since you are so interested, I will definitely help you. I will definitely find the people you need!"
Our Master Yuan stood up, holding "Three and a Half Incense Sticks" in his hands, and said loudly: "Thank you, Big Dragon Head!"
After finalizing the matter with Situ Meitang, Yuan Yanshu borrowed the reception room from him and asked someone to invite Li Beihai and Yang Jingbang.
"Brother Li, this is my good friend Xiao Yang from Shanghai."
"Xiao Yang, this is the second brother of the Li family in Hong Kong."
"Please sit down." Master Yuan asked the two to sit down and then lit a cigar.
He took a puff of his cigarette and said quietly, "Brothers, I called you two here just to talk about starting a film company..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Jingbang jumped out to object: "Old Yuan, that makes no sense. What does opening a film company have to do with me..."
President Yuan's handsome face turned serious, and he said unhappily, "Xiao Yang, speak Mandarin!"
Xiao Yang Shengjian's momentum faltered, and he could only change the subject awkwardly, "Hmm... Old Yuan, that doesn't make sense. What does opening a film company have to do with me?"
"Of course this is your business. If I open a film company, I will definitely open it in Shanghai. Doesn't this have anything to do with you?"
"Starting a company is... well, it's too troublesome. Besides, I'm quite happy living in the United States and don't want to go back." Xiao Yang Shengjian shook his head and refused directly.
Our Master Yuan suddenly remembered something and frowned as he asked, "Xiao Yang, you don't want to go back and get married, do you?"
"Hmm..." Yang Jingbang blushed for the first time. He neither admitted nor denied it, but continued to shake his head and said, "Old Yuan, anyway, I'm not going back to Shanghai..."
"Fuck that!" Yuan Yan suddenly slapped her thigh and cursed with a standard Shanghai curse word.
Then he started speaking Shanghainese, "You little bastard, you want to marry Miss Xi... Book it!"
This is because he finally remembered that Xiao Yang Shengjian’s fiancée was a descendant of the Xi family in Zhujiajiao, a famous Shanghai family.
The Xi family is really amazing. In later generations, there was a famous chain hotel in Shanghai called "Xi Family Garden".
In fact, the real "Xi Family Garden" is in Suzhou, also known as Qi Garden, located between the lake and mountains at the northern end of Suzhou's Dongshan Peninsula.
This famous garden in the south of the Yangtze River was built in 1933 by the wealthy financier Xi Qisun (1871-1943) at a cost of 100,000 silver dollars. It was here that Xi's ancestors welcomed Emperor Kangxi when he visited the south of the Yangtze River.
At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the ancestors of the Xi family fled from Chang'an in Guanzhong all the way to Dongshan in Gusu to avoid the Huang Chao Rebellion. This branch was named "Dongshan Xi Family".
The Dongshan Xi family was renowned as a financial powerhouse. In the late Qing Dynasty, 24 members of the Xi family worked as compradors for various banks, including Mercantile Bank, Taiwan Bank, Deutsch-Asiatische Bank, Mercantile Bank, and New Sassoon & Co. Xi Qisun was a prominent figure among them.
A branch of the Xi family settled in Zhujiajiao, Qingpu, and was called the "Zhuxi Xi Family." Zhuxi is another name for Zhujiajiao.
In the 11th year of the Tongzhi reign of the Qing Dynasty (1872), the British businessman James MacArthur founded the Shenbao in Shanghai. Xi Yuqi, a member of the Zhuxi Xi family, became the manager. After his death, his younger brother Xi Yufu succeeded him as manager.
In the first year of the Xuantong reign (1909), the British scholar Mei Cha returned to his country and Xi Yufu bought the Shen Bao. From then on, the Shen Bao was controlled by the Chinese themselves, and Xi Yufu became a pioneer in Chinese people running their own newspapers.
If Shenbao claims to be the second best newspaper in the Republic of China, then no other newspaper would dare to claim to be the best newspaper in the Republic of China.
It was in operation for a total of 77 years, spanning the late Qing Dynasty, the Beiyang Government, and the Nationalist Government, and published more than 27,000 issues. Its length of publication and wide influence were unmatched by other newspapers of the same period. It occupies an important position in the study of Chinese journalism history and social history, and is known as the "encyclopedia" for studying modern Chinese history.
Yang Jingbang's fiancée is Xi Yufu's granddaughter.
"Xiao Yang, you must go back now!" Our Master Yuan said seriously, of course he changed back to Mandarin this time.
"I won't go back, I won't go back, I won't go back..." Xiao Yang Shengjian raised his head suddenly, stared at President Yuan angrily, and said hatefully: "I just won't go back, what can you do to me..."
"Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang, you're really making things difficult for me..." Yuan Yan sighed, spread his hands, and activated "Skill: You are the Abyss."
"Xiao Yang, where are you going?"
"Old Yuan, let's go back and pack our luggage."
Yuan Yan suddenly turned around and smiled brightly at another guest in the room. "Second Brother Li, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. Xiao Yang is such a straightforward person, and he's also so impatient."
Li Beihai looked at Yang Jingbang who ran out of the door excitedly, and couldn't help but take out his handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
