Chapter 730 (1/2)

At night, the neon lights of Shanghai's public concession flicker and the light walls are brilliant. Across the big and small carnival, the rickshaw driver squats on the side of the road with his hands in his sleeves, watching the giants in and out of the opposite, dressed in suits and hugging the dancers, laughing and scolding loudly. Most of the people in and out here are foreign devils of all colors, but there are also Chinese big classes and compradors.

In the cold night, the foreign scouts looked at the powerful and rich with envy and envy, and then scolded the Chinese scouts who kicked a few feet to patrol the house.

The public concession is the most prosperous territory in Shanghai, while Shanghai is the most prosperous city in China. It is not only a paradise, but also a hell. It is a paradise for foreigners and compradors. It is a dream broken hell for the land lost farmers who go bankrupt in a large area because foreign goods enter China.

Gangsters, compradors, Qingpi, foreign adults, Oriental adults, officials, revolutionary party, Beiyang government officials, warlords, dignitaries, princes of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, Japanese spies, sailors from all over the world... Here you can see all kinds of people, performing absurd tragedies and comedies one after another.

No place in semi colonial and semi feudal China can show such a complex epitome of this era.

There are checkpoints at the boundary of the public concession, which are responsible for searching and inspecting the personnel entering the concession, which is the embodiment of the privileges of the foreign powers in China. The 14 sub district patrol houses and the joint trial public house make the law enforcement power of the concession completely in the hands of foreigners. The foreigners manage the Ministry of industry and bureau of the concession, and the only few Chinese directors are also compradors of foreign firms.

Ying Zheng walked along the North Sichuan Road to the busiest place in the public concession. Compared with the Chinese people of this era, he looked unusually tall. When Chen ang and the Republic created Xianqin, they obviously referred to the height of the terracotta warriors and horses. Therefore, each of these created Laoqin people was more than eight feet tall.

The green skin gangster of the JIEKOU robe Club looked at the strange man with strange eyes. He wore elegant crowns, black clothes, high sky crowns on his head, dark robes and scarlet badges.

This kind of crown, clothes, shoes and wear that looks like Han clothes is a series of ritual systems formulated by Qin Shihuang himself. What he didn't expect is that Liu Bang, who has no integrity, completely inherited this set of things, because there is only the second emperor of Qin Dynasty, but the Han tradition has been handed down for more than 400 years. This series of clothes has become Han clothes.

In the era of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, it was not uncommon to wear long robes and Mandarin jackets, and there were many people with braids. Suits and suits may still be rare in other places, but they were used to seeing them in Shanghai.

But it's rare to come out in Hanfu with a bun on your head.

Ying Zheng silently looked at the ten mile foreign market, which was full of lights, wine and green, but also full of money, and slowly moved forward. The green skin of the next brother paohui looked at him wantonly in the corner. At the same time, he whispered, ”this melon boy has a very big head. What's the origin?”

”See a strange thing!”

Next to the local green skin frivolously raised his chin: ”Yi is a little red guy. When he comes to ALA's territory, he dares to be leisurely. Dressed like Yi, he is either a psycho or a revolutionary party.”

”Look, there's a patrol shop!”

Ying Zheng's dress not only attracted the attention of street gangsters, but also attracted the attention of patrol shops. Several Chinese patrol shops rushed up under the leadership of foreign patrol shops.

The patrol shops rudely greeted Ying Zheng with a fierce look on his face. On the contrary, Ying Zheng's face was dignified but gentle. There was no trace of an eternal tyrant. A Chinese patrol shop spit on the ground, shouted hoarsely, and said to Ying Zheng, ”who are you and what are you doing in the concession?”

Ying Zheng said calmly, ”concession? Is the land ceded to those barbarians?”

”How brave!” when those Chinese patrol shops heard that the two foreigners turned pale immediately, they rushed up to protect the master. Of course, the foreigner patrol shop also understood Chinese. Although Ying Zheng had a slight accent of the elegant language of the Qin Dynasty, which made it a little difficult for him to understand, with the help of the dog leg next to him, he still heard Ying Zheng's words clearly.