Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 137 Student Protest March
"Listen to me first." The man pressed her shoulders and motioned her to calm down, "I'm not really taking you to elope. Shanghai is so big and our family is here. Where can we go? Your elder brother disagrees." We're together only because he doesn't like me..."

July was silent enough to listen to him.

It makes sense to say that, looking at the whole of Shanghai, there are a few people that brother Ah Zhao puts in his eyes.

"I know he is a person who is in that way. He thinks that I am unable to protect you, so he refuses to let us be together. You come with me, let Mr. Tan see our determination to be together, and let him see my determination. Mind, I'm sure he'll agree."

"..." Startled, Qiyue looked at him in a daze, "Yes?"

"Yes. Believe me, July." The man patted her on the shoulder lightly, "He is your elder brother, he loves you so much, he will understand your thoughts..."

"Then..." Qiyue hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I'll listen to you, give it a try."

"So cute." The man touched her face, his eyes were soft like a pool of autumn water.

"By the way, I haven't seen Xiaobei recently. She has been absent from several classes in a row, what did she do?" Qiyue suddenly remembered this.

"Maybe it's something at home." He Yi'an glanced over lightly.

Obviously, compared to Gu Xiaobei, the girl in front of him is a better target and easier to break through.

Qiyue looked blank, but didn't ask any more questions.

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The recent strikes by dock workers have brought many businesses and shops in Shanghai to a standstill.

Several days of gestation finally took shape on an unprecedented scale in the morning of the weekend. The depressed ferry, deserted storefronts, and the massive student protests along several Wenhua Roads made Shanghai seem to be caught between ice and fire.

The police department and the patrol room dispatched a lot of manpower to maintain the situation, and within an hour, it gradually got out of control...

The massive protest march was gradually joined by people from the market, marching from Nanjing Road towards the wharf.

The huge procession, one after another, passed through the paved windows on both sides of the street. In front of the parade crowd were a few students who took the lead.

Each of them carried a written banner and a loudspeaker, showing the last trace of blood and backbone in this old and precarious Shanghai.

The pure and petite figure of Gu Xiaobei looked particularly conspicuous, and the clear and clear voices, like the moving strings of a piano, went straight to the eardrums.

The mighty team is getting stronger and stronger, and the situation is almost out of control.

Tan house.

After discovering that Qiyue was missing, the butler Lao Zhao hurriedly sent someone to tell Tan Zhao.

Hearing that there was a large-scale parade of students and workers outside, he was about to remind the lady, but unexpectedly she was no longer at home.

"What do you mean by disappearing? Didn't I say to send someone to follow her closely? What's the matter, she doesn't take my words to heart, and now you are also starting to go deaf?"

As soon as Tan Zhao got home, he started roaring, and his handsome facial features were twisted violently by him.

Old Zhao and the servants were so scolded that he didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Send someone to look for it immediately!"

With a bang, he kicked the solid wood chair next to him, and Tan Zhao turned around and gave him a hard look.

Lao Zhao didn't dare to neglect, and immediately called someone to go out to look for it.

"Sir, I heard that the student parade on Nanjing Road is getting bigger and bigger, and even the patrol room can't be controlled. Miss, will you..."

Cheng An stood beside him, speculating softly.

(End of this chapter)