In the deeper night, Mr. Du sent Jiang Ling and Du He away. Then, he followed the drawings drawn on the list and soon found a small paper package in an inconspicuous tree hole.

It looks like yellow mud, but it smells like saltpeter.

"Can this thing explode?" The confidant beside him was a little unbelievable, and he even reached out to pinch it. The thing was slightly deformed.

Mr. Du pondered for a moment and asked, “Is the warehouse by the river still empty?”

The confidant lowered his head and thought for a while, and quickly replied, "There is nothing by the river, but there is still one in Puxi. Last time it rained, the ceiling collapsed and it was still there."

"Take it, try it, it's less moving."

Mr. Du repacked the yellow mud and handed it to his confidant. He got on the car with his hands on his back and went to his own territory.

He actually didn't help Du He for selfishness, but since he could do a favor that goes with the flow, why not do it? He has followed the principles of multiple friends and multiple ways in dealing with people over the years. Du He is a good piece of material and may not be successful, which is another matter.

There are so many good materials to come to Shanghai to explore, and it is difficult to make one out of a hundred. It is nothing else, and it is due to luck.

Today's good relationship was for the purpose of future use, but I didn't expect that the young man would give him such a special "gift", which was quite interesting.

In the early morning, the confidant came back, with blood on his hands and ragged clothes. If he hadn't had his face neatly, he would have been stopped by the doorman and would have been unable to see him.

Mr. Du was very surprised and frowned and said, "Have you met an opponent?"

The confidant shook his head, took out a piece of oil paper bag with excitement, and gave the remaining half of the yellow mud piece to Mr. Du like a treasure. He shouted with excitement, "Sir, it's all exploded! That factory building, and the foundation, were blown up! It was destroyed and razed to the ground!"

Mr. Du suddenly stood up and looked at the half piece of yellow mud at hand in surprise.

After a while, Mr. Du narrowed his eyes and said, "What about *, what about *?"

"It's more than dozens of times more powerful!" the confidant replied confidently, and then asked with a clear meaning, "Sir, this kind of thing is not as good as it is on the market, that young man is a treasure!"

Mr. Du was moved in thought, and then slowly waved his hand.

"That kind of person is not something you can control. Since he has no intention of being an enemy of me, let's live in peace. Instruct his subordinates to treat Lian Kuiban well and collect the fees as required, and do not make things difficult for private reasons."

The confidant deeply agreed with him and said yes.

Whoever makes such a killing star embarrassed is to drink with Master Yan. Needless to say, Mr. Du, he would hide when he saw that person in the future. After all, he was the one who saved his life from the explosion site. Only he knew how big the movement was when a small piece of yellow mud was blown out.

I was embarrassed to tell Mr. Du that the huge shock wave caused by the explosion not only lifted him out, but even his ears were broken. On the way back, he couldn't hear anything, and it was only recovered. At first, he thought he was going to die at his hands in a daze.

Mr. Du comforted his confidant with a few words of warm voice and asked him to take the medicine to replenish himself, which sootheed his panicked heart.

The Qing Gang is very efficient. The next morning, the gossip tabloid began to report Mr. Huang’s shocking information, real and fake. Soon the original clear thing became foggy again, causing another heated discussion.

The lace of big shots always makes people interested. People who are always arrogant on weekdays suddenly become like their own. With the fireworks, they immediately narrow the distance between the two sides.

When the heat of discussion reached the top, Jiang Ling and Mr. Huang attended an open event held by the British Concession.

Although it is just a group of people playing ball and drinking tea together, it seems to be no different from ordinary gatherings, the people attending this event are the biggest difference between it and ordinary upper class.

All the people who came were big bosses, real power figures, and the second was also the leader of a big family. When these people who could stir up the storm of Shanghai saw Jiang Ling dressed in a simple and neat manner beside Mr. Huang, they knew that things were not as simple as legends outside.

Because of the real core importance of this event, I told me at the beginning that it is not recommended to bring a female companion, so Jiang Ling is not an optional vase, she is among the invitations.

The director of the Shanghai Trade Union, vice president of the Shanghai Performing Arts Association, and the new manager of the stage together is Jiang Ling’s new title this time.

All of them are operated by Mr. Zhang, and they operated extremely quickly. Jiang Ling appeared in front of the real power figure in Shanghai like a mysterious person who suddenly appeared.

Gu Rumao, who also attended the event, smiled bitterly and said to A Er who was protecting him, "Go back and give A Ling the manager of Tianchan Stage. If she is not happy, she will say that she is a false title. Please ask Lian Kuiban to perform several times a month. In the future, we will not be able to separate from Mr. Huang."

A Ershen agreed and whispered: "Sir, is Mr. Huang's move to cooperate with us?"

"As about the same, A Ling is the girl of our old man. She is valued by Mr. Huang, so we naturally have to repay her. But I don't want to give the position in the gang to Mr. Huang for nothing, so I can give it to Jiang Ling. Anyway, it's cooperation, and there is no need to really exchange personnel. A Ling is very good."

A Er nodded and said yes. Gu Rumao looked at Jiang Ling who had calmed down from afar. Jiang Ling nodded slightly, and Gu Rumao bowed gentlemanly.

After the same chattering person introduced Jiang Ling as the "family of the same family member to be entrusted by the relatives", Jiang Ling's identity was quickly refreshed. Photos of Jiang Ling and Mr. Huang's meeting nobles together occupied the entire page of major newspapers, which was far more than those who won the Magician Competition. Basically, those who could afford newspapers in Shanghai knew that Jiang Ling was a descendant of Mr. Huang's friend, and a rising star with a great seniority in the Qing Gang. He also knew that Mr. Huang was a nostalgic person.

After reading the newspapers, Lin Guisheng casually put the newspaper together with the letter from Hengsha, walked to the window, and in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, Lin Guisheng seemed extremely small and a little lonely.

"That boy is so reluctant to let him go. He is really a water spirit girl." Alan, the butler in green, teased with all his eyes, "You are so talented and beautiful, right, sister?"

Lin Guisheng stared at the outside as if there was a real sun, tightening the shawl on his body, without making any noise.

The female housekeeper Alan stood quietly not far away, looking at Lin Guisheng's thin back with some concern. "Sister..."

Lin Guisheng suddenly said, "Who is there a man in military uniform behind Miss Jiang?"

Alan picked up the newspaper, looked carefully, and said uncertainly: "The photo was a bit blurry, but it looked very much like the son of the He family. I heard that he had just broken up with Miss Jiang."

Lin Guisheng pulled his head and sighed, "It's hard to overcome the love of a lover. It's hard to overcome the suffering."

Alan looked at the young man in black who was staring at Jiang Ling in the newspaper. Somehow, he felt a little sad for him.
Chapter completed!