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Chapter 510: Borrowing Your Fame

A Ting sat in the passenger seat, grumbling in dissatisfaction.

Just now, the eldest brother was meeting a guest in the box and didn't bring him. He could only find another private room to eat with the drivers.

Chang Wei coaxed him for a long time and promised to teach him the Eighteen Black Dragon Moves, and only then did he burst into laughter.

Children are so easy to please!

Shenhai and Ying family are two separate lines, and Chang Wei has no intention of mixing them together.

This is a responsibility to the organization and a protection of the Ying family.

Sitting in the back row, he casually flipped through the intelligence on Hong Kong's spy agencies handed over by Yu Zecheng, ran his finger over a name, and looked up at Ah Ting who was still excited in the front row and said, "Is Nathan Road far?"

"In Yau Tsim Mong. We're passing through there on our way to the Peninsula Hotel."

Because it was inconvenient to cross the sea at night, Chang Wei booked a room at the Peninsula tonight.

"Well, call me when you pass by No. 9 Nathan Road."

"Okay, big brother." Ah Ting answered readily, and then asked, "Are you going to meet someone? Can I meet him this time?"

Chang Wei smiled and said, "Just going to get a haircut."

"I'll take you there. I know a lot of good barbers."

You don't even look at your own hair style, how can you know a good hairdresser? Chang Wei complained in his heart and shook his head, "Let's go with this one."

It is not difficult to take over Kowloon Walled City, but the difficult part is to avoid the sight of the Hong Kong government.

In other words, the Hong Kong government should not link this matter to domestic issues.

This requires someone who can divert attention to stand in front of the stage.

This person must have multiple identities and be very good at fighting!

The vehicle moved forward and finally stopped in front of a barber shop on the side of the road.

......

In 1919, in Peking, the young Li Xiaochen came to the capital to study. He walked to a stall, ordered a bowl of noodles, and sat down with his back to the street. It happened that a student parade took place, and someone casually put a note on his back. He was not reminded until he finished eating.

There are eight big words written on it: Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country.

That day was May 5th.

On that day, Li Xiaochen decided to give up literature and take up martial arts, and became a disciple of Baji.

Eighteen years later, when the Japanese pirates invaded, he entered Shaanxi Huangpu alone and became a student of the 15th term. When he enrolled, he said: Why doesn't a man carry a Wu Gou!

A year later, on the eve of graduation, he was thrown into death row because he mistakenly brought a gun into the White Tiger Hall. In the end, he gave up his identity and joined the Blue Shirts Society, gaining a new life, but also falling into the endless hell.

The Blue Shirts Society, the predecessor of the Military Control Commission, originated from Chaotian Palace in Nanjing and Babao Street in Sichuan. It carried out assassinations under orders from above.

The members are all ranked according to the order of heaven, earth, mystery and yellow. Li Xiaochen has a solid foundation in Bajiquan, and is ranked in the first category of Tianzi, codenamed: Yixiantian!

In the first battle, Li Xiaochen was injured when he tried to assassinate a Japanese pirate officer. He hid on a train and was determined to die, but was saved by a female hero with a fur coat.

In the end, that fur and that heroine became his life.

In the later period of the War of Resistance Against Japan, Li Xiaochen was ordered to sneak into the prison and kill a traitor, but was captured again.

In prison, he met Gan Youcheng, who was known as a member of the "Red Party".

Gan asked him: Why are you here?

Li Xiaochen replied: I obey your command!

He then asked: Why were you sentenced to death?

Gan Youcheng replied: For the people!

That day, Gan Youcheng also said eight words: If it is beneficial to the country, I will not avoid disaster or fortune.

A few days later, Li Xiaochen successfully escaped from prison and took Gan Youcheng with him when he left.

Later, when the Anti-Japanese War ended and the peace talks broke down, Li Xiaochen thought of Gan Youcheng. He did not want to be an enemy of such a person, so he rebelled against the Blue Shirts Society, went on the run, and lived in seclusion on Hong Kong Island.

Here, he met a female warrior who was recuperating from her injuries, and he opened a barber shop opposite her clinic.

He remembered a book he had read and inexplicably named this barber shop: White Rose!

Li Xiaochen never wanted the white rose to become a grain of rice stuck on his clothes. The heroine was still his "bright moonlight before his bed". He just watched over and accompanied her silently until the end, when the heroine became seriously ill and left this world.

......

Chang Wei was standing in front of the White Rose Barber Shop at this moment. The Gong Family Clinic opposite had long lost its former glory, only the signboard looked brand new.

He pushed the door open and walked in. The middle-aged man in the room didn't even raise his head and placed a bowl of tea in front of the old master. "We are closed today. If you are not in a hurry, please come earlier tomorrow."

It's a bit weird to speak in a southern accent using a northern dialect.

Chang Wei ignored him and walked to the barber chair and sat down. He twisted his body, listened to the creaking sound, and frowned, saying, "Some things need to be used frequently, otherwise they will rust."

The middle-aged man found this irritating and walked quickly to Chang Wei, "How come you don't understand what I'm saying? I told you we're closed, so leave now."

Chang Wei turned his head to look at him, then turned back and leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and said leisurely: "Thank you, Master, just take care of it. It won't take up much time."

The man became even more annoyed when he saw that he was still putting on airs. Just as he was about to reach out and grab Chang Wei and throw him out, he heard the old master behind him say, "Sanjiangshui, step back."

"Master... yes."

The old master is not actually that old. He is only in his early fifties, but he still has a steady step and walks like the wind.

He walked forward and gently combed Chang Wei's hair with a comb, picked up a pair of scissors, and heard a light mechanical sound coming from outside the barber shop.

That was the sound of the safety being removed and the gun being loaded.

"I've quit many years ago." The old master sighed, no longer as domineering as before, "Why are you still unwilling to give up?"

As he said this, his scissors were right next to Chang Wei's temple.

"Do you still remember Mr. Gan?" Chang Wei asked him with his eyes still closed.

The old master paused while cutting hair and said softly, "If it is beneficial to the country, we will not avoid disaster or fortune."

"It seems you haven't forgotten." Chang Wei just opened his eyes at this time, sat up straight, and looked straight ahead.

He maintained a steady aura, calm, confident, and unyielding, "She's been gone for seven years, are you going to stay here forever?"

The old master threw away the comb and scissors in his hand and looked at Chang Wei calmly, "Who are you?"

"People like Mr. Gan, we call each other comrades." Chang Wei was silent for a moment, "Miss Gong probably doesn't want to see you so depressed. Back then, you were also a powerful figure. When she met you, you were a hero."

The first time they met was on a train.

The Japanese were searching at that time, and he was covered in blood and had nowhere to hide.

Even so, there was still a scornful smile on his lips.

It was probably this smile that moved Miss Gong, who leaned close to him, covered both of them with her fur coat, and closed her eyes to pretend to sleep.

The old master's eyes unconsciously looked at the fur next to the chair. He was silent for a long time, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want to borrow the reputation of Yixiantian for some use." Chang Wei replied.