Liang Jian: I have a canteen

This time, Xu San didn't bring anyone with him.

Miako didn't bring it, and neither did Hanzo.

He just called a rickshaw, bought some snacks and went to Du Jinrong's house by himself.

There was no appointment, but Xu San knew that the fat man must be at home.

I drank so much last night that I won’t be able to recover until tonight.

At the Du family mansion, after the housekeeper informed him, Xu San met Du Jinrong again.

But now this big boss from the Magic City looks pale and has lost his former glory.

After seeing Xu San again, Du Jinrong said with a wry smile, "Brother Conan, I have never seen someone as alcoholic as you in my life."

Xu San also laughed, "Boss Du's alcohol tolerance is also extraordinary. If I had drunk one more glass yesterday, I'm afraid Boss Du would have come to see me."

"Haha~" Du Jinrong laughed, "I heard from my driver that Brother Conan went to the Bund last night and had an affair."

"No, no?" Xu San waved his hands. "I didn't have an affair. I just met a yellow-haired girl who I can talk to."

"Haha, you are not honest~" Du Jinrong smiled evilly and looked at Xu San with squinted eyes.

"After drinking so much, how can I still be in the mood?" Xu San laughed and took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it on the tea table.

The envelope was very thin and didn't look like it contained money.

Du Jinrong reached out and picked up the envelope.

It's very light, but you can feel that there is something inside.

"What do you mean, Conan?"

"You'll know after you open it." Xu San said meaningfully while holding up the teacup. The envelope was opened and several strips of film fell out.

Du Jinrong picked up the film, looked at it in the sunlight, and couldn't help frowning.

The film has not been developed, but it can be seen that this is his ugly appearance last night.

"Brother Conan, what does this mean? Where did you get this film?"

Xu San put down his teacup and said, "I am from Japan, and you are a well-known figure in the Demonic City. Although we are both doing legitimate business, it would be bad if we were taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives."

Du Jinrong rubbed the film a few times and said, "Not really. How much of a stir can a few photos cause?"

"Haha." Xu San smiled lightly, with a profound and intriguing smile on his face, "Don't forget, I'm a reporter for the Asahi Shimbun, and the sanitary napkin business is just a casual thing for me."

Du Jinrong raised his eyelids, his eyeballs widened, and he suddenly realized, "I actually forgot about this matter. So, brother, tell me, what kind of trouble can these reporters with pen wielding pens do?"

"You Chinese have a saying: guarding against the people's mouths is more important than guarding against the river. We journalists have a saying: start with a photo, and the rest is up to you to make up."

The words are simple and sound like a jingle, but they are thought-provoking.

Du Jinrong is a big shot in Shanghai. With just a little guidance from Xu San, he will naturally understand the pros and cons.

After figuring out the truth, Du Jinrong laughed at himself, "I never thought that I, Du, would only understand the truth now after living for more than 40 years."

"It's good that Boss Du understands." Xu San continued, "In fact, the reporter taking the photo is the brother of the girl I met yesterday."

"Oh~" Du Jinrong stretched out his finger and pointed gently, "That's what I said. Brother, an outsider, it's impossible for you to have such great means in the Demon City."

Xu San blushed, "Excuse me!"

After a while of pleasantries, Xu San said goodbye, and the conversation ended there, without further words. (End of this chapter)