It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

    As soon as Cao Yuer said this request, Mr. Ye slapped his face with a slap.

    This time that Cao Zixi is gone, the daughter did not act as a demon but focused her attention on the business. Mr. Ye was very satisfied with the situation in front of him, and he wished his daughter would forget about Cao Zixi completely. Well, the most taboo thing now is that someone mentions Cao Zixi to their daughter.

    In the end, Cao Yuer made this request to her daughter, is it because she was afraid that her daughter would not be able to remember Cao Zixi who died?

      It's not good to express dissatisfaction with that Cao Yu'er, she just blows her beard and stares at herself.

    Wang Qingqing heard Cao Yuer's words and jumped out of the rickshaw lightly, she walked over and supported Cao Yuer's arm and brought her to Zhang's mother, whispering to the master and servant Said: "Before Cao Zixi left, didn't he tell you what he was going to do?"

    Cao Yuer's eyes were red and she didn't say a word, Zhang Ma replied in a murmur: "Master mentioned a word or two."

    "That's it." Wang Qingqing stared at the master and servant and said indifferently: "If that's the case, you must also know that he is doing a work that will behead his head. If he is caught then You are all family members of sinners, can An Neng have a way to survive?"

    Hearing this, Cao Yu bit her lips and lowered her head silently, Zhang Ma's face turned pale, Wang Qingqing snorted coldly at the master and servant: "There is no news about Cao Zixi, but it is for your master and servant. It's a good thing, if you don't want to attract the attention of the imperial court, you should stop jumping up and down."

    "If you miss so much that you can't even live, then tell me, and I will send you to Wuhan." Wang Qingqing stared at Cao Yuer who bowed her head and said softly: "Those revolutionary party members are all active in Wuhan. Seeing that they are recruiting troops and horses to rise up, it must be easy to inquire about their whereabouts. Do you want to go?"

    Cao Yuer took a step back and leaned in Zhang Ma's arms, Zhang Ma accompanied Wang Qingqing with a dry smile and said: "No need, no need, how can I trouble you so much, my master is sending Miss Before I came to your house, I told me to take care of the lady and live with you, if he can save his life, he will come to your house to find us, we won't go anywhere, just wait here."

    "If that's the case, then let's stop living." The master and servant of the Cao family confessed, and Wang Qingqing was too lazy to pay attention to them. After saying this, she left the pale and stiff master and servant. He jumped on the rickshaw and stomped the pedals, causing the driver to leave.

    The driver bent down to help the handlebars, walked slowly at first, and then trotted along the road when he got out of the gate.

    Wang Qingqing sat in the car while chatting with Mr. Ye, while observing the building and pedestrians on the street with great interest.

    Jinmen is now the second largest city in the north, an important external port in the country, the imperial court is decadent, and foreign powers are surrounded, a Jinmen city has been divided into nine concession areas, and can be seen everywhere on the street See blond foreigners.

    The Anglo-French Concession that was first established has a history of 40 or 50 years ago. The influence of Western culture on Jinmen is constantly infiltrating in all aspects. The biggest influence should be urban construction. The street where I live now is all western-style two-storey villas.

      Without exception, they all have a big braid.

    Because the various concessions are crisscrossed, the city management is in place, the roads are wide, the shops on both sides of the street are lined with foreigners, the people are neatly dressed, and they are looking like a prosperous and prosperous world.

    The rickshaw went to a pastry shop, and Wang Qingqing went down to buy something. At this time, people are very strict about etiquette, and they will never come empty-handed when visiting other people's houses.

    Wang Qingqing had already brought some good black tea, but Mr. Ye thought it was easy, so Wang Qingqing chose a few boxes of chocolates in the pastry shop. These days, all the chocolates are imported from abroad, which is very expensive. Gifts are never shabby.

    After buying a gift, Wang Qingqing walked out of the store when she saw a guy in a police uniform with long braids beating a seven or eight-year-old child.

    The patrolman scolded the child and kicked the child. Putting it inside, the patrolman took two steps up and kicked the child to the ground again. The bamboo basket fell to the ground, and the dates he had just picked up rolled out again. The child quickly reached out and picked it up again.

    Seeing that the patrolman's foot was about to step on the child's finger, Wang Qingqing stepped forward to stop him.

    "Excuse me." Wang Qingqing held a Zhanyang (1) at his fingertips and turned to the patrolman with a smile: "How do I get to Victoria Avenue in the British Concession?"

    Wang Qingqing had an extraordinary bearing and was dressed in extravagance and was going to the British Concession. The patrolman nodded and bowed his waist and explained the route to Wang Qingqing flatteringly.

    "Hi! It's a bit complicated and I can't remember." Wang Qingqing frowned: "Why don't you show me the way?"

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    "Excuse me." Wang Qingqing handed the Zhanyang in his hand to his nose.

    "Okay! Come with me, miss." The patrolman's eyes lit up and he put Yang Yuan in his palm.

    "Thank you, you can just lead my driver over there." Wang Qingqing took her chin and ordered her rickshaw, holding the chocolate box in one hand and putting the other in the pocket of her trousers.

    The patrolman nodded and walked in front, Wang Qingqing followed behind and went to the rickshaw. When passing the child who was still picking up dates with a basket, she took out her hand from her trousers pocket and remained silent. Put something in the basket.

    The child picking up jujubes saw what Wang Qingqing put in the basket, and suddenly stopped.

    Alas! Sitting on the rickshaw, Wang Qingqing shook his head slightly at the bustling and lively scene on the street. Under the bright skin was the dirty and rotten interior.

    This is a rotten dynasty, this is a time of great suffering.

    The warm lips were on the back of the hand, and Wang Qingqing showed a stiff smile. Wilson winked at her mischievously: "Miss Ye, please remember that it is a 10% discount!"

    "Of course." Wang Qingqing wiped her hands behind her back: "As a businessman, reputation is life."

    "Very good." Wilson greeted Mr. Ye again with a smile, the three chatted at the door, and then greeted Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The residence of Mr. and Mrs. Smith was not far from here. People come for a walk.

    Mr. Wilson introduced the two parties to each other. Because she was wearing Western-style men's clothing, Wang Qingqing kissed Mrs. Smith in accordance with the British etiquette and wore elbow-length lace gloves. Mrs. Smith nodded proudly.

    "Hello, dear madam." As soon as the ceremony was over, Wang Qingqing began to flatter Mrs. Smith, complimenting and complimenting her: "Tonight you are really radiant, blue is very suitable for you, This dress makes your eyes as blue as the sea, deep and charming."

      Said: "Miss Ye is also very beautiful. It is the first time I have seen a lovely Chinese woman like you."

    "Thank you for your compliment." Wang Qingqing took off her top hat and pressed it on her chest, bowed again, straightened up and raised her arms: "Please let me serve you, I Have the honor to take you in?"

    "Of course." Mrs. Smith put her hand on Wang Qingqing's outstretched arm, and the two walked into the room together.

    The friendly interaction of the two ladies made the atmosphere relaxed and happy. There was no language barrier during the dinner. Wang Qingqing could even speak some British country slang. The atmosphere of the dinner was very harmonious.

    Smith originally came to China to find sales, but no matter whether the East or the West has been dumping cloth to the country, the domestic cotton textile industry is not large, Smith has never been able to get a large order.

    Smith was overjoyed when the father and daughter of the Ye family reported the number of machines they wanted to buy. With Mr. Wilson in the middle, Smith actually gave Wang Qingqing a very favorable price.

    Wang Qingqing was very satisfied. After the verbal negotiation was completed, the two parties were guaranteed by Carlsson & Nbsp; Dashengchang and Smith's Dongfang Machinery Factory signed a formal agreement.

    After writing the contract in triplicate, Wang Qingqing delivered the deposit in gold. Mr. Smith, who received a box of small yellow croakers, was so excited that his nose was red, and he handed over a box to Wang Qingqing.

    "What is this?" Wang Qingqing opened the box in confusion, and was stunned when he saw it, there was actually a slap-sized hand|gun inside the box!

    "Isn't it very beautiful?" Mr. Smith with a big nose saw Wang Qingqing pick it up and fiddled with it, and he asked Wang Qingqing what he thought of this gun.

    "Pretty! Very beautiful! It's beautiful!" Wang Qingqing took it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "This is FNBrowningM1900?"

    "Oh dear Missy, that's right at all, that's it." Smith took the gun|gun picked up the bullets in the box, loaded the gun, backed out, and after a demonstration He handed it to Wang Qingqing reluctantly: "This is the latest product from Herstal, Belgium. I can get it because a cousin works for this company."

    "Mr. Smith, this gift is great!" Wang Qingqing closed the box tightly in his hand: "I like it very, very much."

    "Then it seems that my gift is the right one!" Smith laughed: "The first time I saw you, I thought this gun was very suitable for you, delicate, mysterious and dangerous , beautiful."

    "Thank you very much, thank you for your generosity." Wang Qingqing reached out and shook hands with Smith: "Apart from the business partnership, I wonder if I have the honor to be your friend?"

    "Of course." Smith held Wang Qingqing, stretched out his hand and shook it: "It's my honor to be friends with a beautiful lady like you."

    Wang Qingqing stopped by to visit Mr. Wilson on the way back, and after confirming a 10% discount supply agreement with Wilson, she seriously inquired about the Smiths' interests and hobbies with Wilson.

    "Ye, dear, you make me so sad." Wilson, who blinked his two big blue eyes and looked aggrieved, looked like a big golden retriever who had just been beaten: " I'm glad you could visit me, but why is it all about Smith?"

    "Oh my friend, please don't mind my attitude just now." Ye Qingqing explained to him with a slight smile: "Mr. Smith gave me a gift that I can't refuse, you know, we The people of the country pay attention to courtesy, and of course I want to give him gifts in return, but I know nothing about them and my wife, and of course I have to come to my dear Mr. Wilson for help."

    The frustrated Wilson was coaxed into joy by Ye Qingqing's two words, and sold the Smith couple's preferences.

    Wang Qingqing didn't even have time to take a sip of tea when she returned to Ye Zhai, so she asked Mr. Ye for money first: "Dad, can you squeeze out some money? Give me some little yellow croakers?"

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    Zhanyang (1): A British silver dollar popular in China at the end of the Qing Dynasty, a warrior standing on the shore and looking down on the world in front, holding a rice shield in the left and a trident in the right, the year number is recorded below, the north face There is a Chinese seal script "Shou" in the center. The silver content is about 90%, the diameter is 38~39mm, and the weight is 26.5~27 grams. It has been used in northern China after 1900, and is more popular in Beijing and Tianjin.