RNP Chapter 7 God-level Acting, The Coachman
Chapter 7 God-level Acting, The Coachman
Shen Lang blinked, ready to use the excuse he had prepared in advance to brush it off.
Anyway, I won't tell him that the information was given by the system.
Just as he was about to speak, Liu Quan's expression changed from confusion and surprise to sudden realization.
The two have known each other for several years and know each other very well, including what kind of people they are and what their interests and hobbies are.
Liu Quan immediately understood what had happened and gave a thumbs-up in admiration: "As expected of Brother Lang, no pretty girl can escape your discerning eye!"
"That woman last night had a voluptuous figure, like a heavy summer fruit, exuding mature charm. Absolutely fantastic!"
Shen Lang raised an eyebrow, his eyes crinkling into a lewd grin. "I just like voluptuous women... Tell me, where did she go?"
His lecherous look perfectly matched his predecessor's habit of being unable to move his legs when he saw a beautiful woman.
Liu Quan grinned and said, "When she came over in a rickshaw, I specifically checked the time; it was already 11:30."
"She's probably the top hostess at a nightclub in the Chinese-controlled area, doing business with regular customers after closing time."
"Seven dancers came in for an overnight stay last night, and the guys made a killing!"
"I was thinking of finding out which nightclub she was a dancer at before I told you."
"As expected, Brother Lang knows Shanghai's nightclubs best. No new dancer can escape your eyes."
He even gave a thumbs-up as he spoke, his slightly thin face full of admiration.
I have the utmost admiration for this man's professionalism.
The woman who amazed the brothers last night has already reached the eldest brother's ears today. That's some impressive efficiency.
Otherwise, how could they be so poor that they still buy pastries and cigarettes to treat everyone?
Isn't it just that he wants to find out about that woman?
Shen Lang was stared at with admiring eyes by his good brother, and his expression was very strange, making him look like a lecherous ghost.
I originally wanted to explain, but considering my predecessor's style of doing things, it seems only natural that I would be misunderstood.
Moreover, this misunderstanding can actually conceal the true purpose.
His eyes lit up, and he asked, "You said you inquired about her last night? Did you find out anything?"
If we could actually find out anything about this woman, that would be wonderful.
Liu Quan took a drag of his cigarette, a hint of annoyance on his face: "That woman was all over me before we got through, but she changed her attitude the moment we passed through. She ignored me when I asked which nightclub she worked at and just walked away. Humph~ I should have extorted more from her!"
His face was full of resentment, clearly unhappy about the sudden change in attitude after passing the checkpoint.
Shen Lang rubbed his chin with his fingers, not disappointed by not getting a specific answer, but with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Based on his experience in the world of brothels, he knew that dancers, whether in their past or present lives, would naturally exude an air of worldliness upon first contact.
If someone in the know asks them, they will usually respond in a charming and coquettish manner.
Even though some dancers become reserved after leaving the dance hall, they would never give the police a cold shoulder.
If they offended the police in the foreign concessions, they could forget about making a living in this line of work.
So the woman who spoke softly when passing through the checkpoint, but changed her attitude afterward, showed her deep disdain for the police officers; she was definitely not a dancer.
Then it must be the Japanese spy, Hata Yakichi!
Shen Lang raised an eyebrow and asked urgently, "You said she took a rickshaw? Which rickshaw company?"
Liu Quan frowned, recalling carefully, and slowly said, "It should be Dali Auto Shop; the 'major notification' they used is 0623!"
Dali Auto Shop was a car dealership in the French Concession with triad connections.
The "Grand Note" was a license issued by the French Concession, which allowed unrestricted movement between the French Concession and the Chinese-controlled areas.
The permits issued to businesses in Chinese-speaking areas are called "small permits" and can only be used for business operations within Chinese-speaking areas.
Having the license plate number makes things much easier.
"Hehe, once you're in the French Concession, you have to do business with me!" Shen Lang exhaled a puff of smoke and flicked the cigarette butt several meters away with his middle finger.
No need to be polite or look for a trash can; being a thug is just so comfortable.
He gave a few perfunctory replies and hurriedly ran towards the tram station, looking completely consumed by lust.
Liu Quan saw his good brother hurriedly board the tram, obviously heading to the car dealership to look for the dancer. He raised his hand but then helplessly lowered it.
Listening to the tram bell fading into the distance, he muttered worriedly to himself, "It's almost the end of the month, he definitely won't have any money. If he keeps freeloading like this, something bad will happen to him eventually!"
He was genuinely grateful to the older brother who had saved his life.
However, being too lustful and taking advantage of one's status to take advantage of dancers is not a good thing in the long run.
If we run into a brick wall one day, that could be a huge problem!
Although I was worried, I did offer the advice I needed to as a friend.
As the saying goes, "it's hard to persuade a damn fool," so I can only hope he doesn't cause too much trouble in the future.
"Sigh~!"
Liu Quan sighed, shook his head, and continued his duty, checking the documents of people passing through.
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"Sir, would you like a ride?"
At the intersection of Myersey Road, more than twenty rickshaws were parked in a row on the side of the road waiting for customers.
This is where Dali Motorcycle Shop gathers, and they greet pedestrians warmly when they see them passing by.
These rickshaw pullers may look strong and healthy, but their bodies have long been worn down by the pressures of life.
The starting fare for a rickshaw was 1 cents, with an additional 1 cents for every half mile thereafter.
A rickshaw puller works himself to the bone every day, and after paying the rickshaw company, he has less than ten yuan left.
It's common to work hard for a month and only earn seven or eight yuan.
Life was very frugal; being able to buy skin-on bone fragments for 2 cents a pound once a month to make soup was considered a treat.
Pulling rickshaws under high-intensity loads every day without nutritional replenishment, their bodies were long exhausted, which led to almost none of the rickshaw pullers living past the age of forty.
But in order to make a living, they have no choice but to grit their teeth and persevere.
Shen Lang, dressed in a police uniform and wearing a peaked cap, rhythmically tapped his leg with a police baton slung behind his back.
The distinctive slanted stride of the rickshaw as it walked gave off a menacing vibe, and scrutinizing gazes swept over each rickshaw driver.
My eyes lit up when I saw 0623.
dong dong dong~
He tapped his baton on the rickshaw, raised his head, and ordered, "You, come with me!"
The driver was a man in his thirties. When he saw the police officer summoning him alone, his face immediately showed nervousness.
Bowing respectfully, he asked cautiously, "What are your orders, Officer? I've already paid the fee."
In addition to the gangs collecting money, the police station also sends people to collect management fees.
Now that a police officer has stopped me alone, I immediately think he's out to extort money from me.
Click~
Shen Lang walked to a corner, lit a cigarette, and arrogantly asked, "Tell me, did you pull a beautiful woman from the Chinese-controlled area to the French Concession around 11 PM last night?"
The driver thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Yes, I have!"