In Chen Zikun's mind, prostitutes were all heavily made-up and flirtatious, but this Miss Jian Bing in front of him actually combined the gentle elegance of Lin Wenjing, a Jiangnan woman, with the noble temperament of Yao Yire, a lady from a good family, and vaguely had some kind of heroic spirit similar to Xia Xiaoqing's, making people feel delighted and pleased, and naturally wanting to get close to her.

  "So Judge Bing asked him a question, and he stood up loudly and replied: 'I am Chen Zikong.'"

  Jian Bing's bright and watery eyes scanned Chen Zikun, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth with a handkerchief. Her cherry-like lips opened in surprise, what a magnificent and handsome man!

  Chen Zikun's stature, even among foreigners, is considered tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long legs, and a robust martial arts physique. He also has a sharp and handsome face with sword-like eyebrows and piercing eyes. Jian Bing, who had been in the wind and moon circle for many years, had never seen such an impressive man.

  If he were just an ordinary fellow with a good skin, it would be all right; but the fact is that he is one of the most famous young men in Beijing! The things he does are so stirring and exciting that people all over the world admire him, and Jianbing is no exception.

  A heart was moved in an instant.

  Looking at Chen Zikun's body, a wrinkled and shrunk suit jacket, similarly wrinkled pants and dull leather shoes. If an ordinary guest were dressed like this in Shanghai, where people attach great importance to their attire, it would be considered disrespectful. Jian Bing might not leave the table, but he wouldn't give him a good face either.

  But Chen Zikun dressed like this, in Jian Bing's heart, it became a heroic and unrestrained style of famous scholars. She secretly imagined that the Chen Zikun in front of her gradually turned into a full set of white Western suits, wearing white leather shoes, with hair combed neatly, and a snow-white shirt that was spotless, just like a jade tree in the wind, a Jiangnan talented scholar.

  She was stunned here, and Chen Zikong stood up and sat down, Jiang Zhicheng and others secretly laughed, Dai Jitao said: "Jianbing, aren't you two old acquaintances?"

  Jian Bing only then realized her mistake, but she just smiled faintly and passed it off: "Mr. Chen looks like one of my cousins." She said and sat down gracefully.

  Everyone secretly laughed, since ancient times the play of brothers and sisters has been numerous. It seems that Jian Bing is quite fond of this Chen Xiao Ge, but Dai Ji Tao's heart is slightly sour, thinking that as a famous scholar of his generation, he was actually robbed of the spotlight, which is really not pleasant.

  He joked: "Miss Jian Bing arrived so quickly, I suppose there's a flying leg in the book store?"

  Chen Zikun's mind immediately conjured up a very strange picture, the ice beauty as pure as a lotus flower was actually being carried on the shoulder of a turtle slave and running wildly.

  Jian Bing smiled and said: "Does Mr. Dai know that I recently bought a car?"

  Dai Jitao said, "The cars that have been cruising around Dama Road and Sima Road recently are actually Miss Jianbing's. It seems like there is a small flag on the front of the car with the words 'Warning to Fellow Countrymen' written on it."

  "Don't be rash." Jian Bing smiled and added.

  Everyone burst out laughing, and then naturally started talking about the recent national salvation movement. Chen Zikun only then learned that the storm triggered on May 4th had been escalating, not only did students in Beijing go on strike, but also merchants, workers, and students in Shanghai and across the country responded with market closures, work stoppages, and class boycotts, now even the florists' guild has joined in, suspending business to show support for the students.

  "We may be in the flower trade, and our profession is humble, but our love for the country is just the same." Jian Bing's words struck a chord with everyone, and one by one, their faces turned serious. What was supposed to be a pleasant gathering over flowers and wine had suddenly turned into a discussion of current events and politics.

  After a while, Jian Bing asked: "Mr. Chen, the martyr Guo Qin Guang who was beaten to death by the police, did you know him?"

  Chen Zikun said: "We had a past encounter, it was me who sent him to the hospital that day."

  Jian Bing's face revealed a painful and sorrowful expression: "Guo Lie Shi died heroically, the military and police were brutal, heaven and man are outraged."

  Chen Zikun said: "Guo was killed by a relapse of his lung disease. At least no one beat him up that day."

  "Oh?" Jian Bing was half-believing and half-doubting, and said: "Mr. Chen, can you tell me about the situation that day?"

  The two of them talked about entering the port, and Jiang Zhicheng, Chen Guofu, and Dai Jitao also started discussing the establishment of a stock exchange on their own. The yellow wine was drunk cup after cup, and the small dishes were served plate after plate. Before they knew it, it had already gotten very late.

  The shopkeeper came in with a smile and said, "It's raining outside."

  "Ah!" Jiang Zhicheng took out his pocket watch and saw that it was already 10 o'clock at night, and hastily said: "Let's withdraw."

  Everyone then realized it was late, and they all got up to leave. Jiang Zhicheng gave Jian Bing five dollars as a drinking fee, and then paid the bill. Everyone went downstairs together. Dai Jitao made eye contact with Jiang Zhicheng, who understood what he meant. He said to Chen Ziqun: "I still have something to do, you all go back first."

  The three of them hailed a rickshaw and left, leaving only Chen Zikun, Li Yaoting, and Jian Bing at the entrance of Mei Garden Restaurant.

  "Where are you living? I'll give you a ride back." Jian Bing pointed to a small white car on the road.

  Chen Zikun had never seen a white small car before and was very interested. He walked up to take a closer look and said, "Why isn't it a Ford?"

  "Ha! There's more than one car under the sun, you know. Like Oldsmobile, for instance - another American make and a lot pricier than Ford."

  Three people got into the car, Jian Bing drove, and arrived at the entrance of the Da Dong Travel Agency. Li Yaoting got out of the car first, Chen Zikong was about to get out, when Jian Bing suddenly said: "It's still early, do you want to come to my place for a cup of tea? I have Fujian's Dahongpao."

  Chen Zikun had never been in such a situation and was hesitant to go, but Li Yaoting seemed to understand the situation and said: "I'm tired, I'll go up and sleep first." As he spoke, he also winked at Chen Zikun.

  "Alright, then I'll take my leave."

  With a smile, she got into the car and left, returning to her own book apartment on Fourth Avenue. Here, amidst the noise, it was quiet and elegant, if not for the red lantern hanging at the door, people would think it was the residence of some literary gentleman.

  Entering the courtyard, inside was a cluster of green bamboo, the evening wind blew, rustling softly, with a unique charm. The old mother and turtle slave came to greet us, offering hot towels, tea, and pastries, then quietly exited the room.

  Jian Bing's boudoir was fully equipped with a piano, chessboard, books and paintings. On the wall hung a precious sword. Chen Zi Kun stood with his hands behind his back, looking around cautiously. Jian Bing saw that he seemed a bit awkward and burst out laughing: "What are you standing there for? Sit down."

  Chen Zikun sat still, and Jian Bing began to play the piano. The melody of "Feng Qiu Huang" was so beautiful that it seemed to linger in the air for three days, with a lingering echo. Unfortunately, Chen Zikun was a boor who didn't understand music and couldn't hear the love expressed in the song.

  Jian Bing smiled slightly, took the tea leaves and personally brewed a cup of tea for Chen Zi Kun to drink. She then entered the bedroom, started running hot water to prepare for a bath, and removed her outer clothes, revealing a perfectly shaped buttocks in her tight-fitting undergarments, with her back facing Chen Zi Kun.

  Chen Zikun's face turned red and his ears were burning, he wasn't a fool, so he naturally understood what was coming next. He downed the tea in one gulp, stood up and said: "The tea is very good, thank you, I should be going."

  Jian Bing was greatly surprised and delighted, able to become his own confidant, that is something many people dream of, this silly goose is actually so unromantic.

  Chen Zikong said goodbye and quickly walked out of the room, turning back to say: "Thank you for the tea, Miss Jianbing. Goodbye."

  He turned and left with a proud air, leaving no room for Jian Bing to persuade him to stay.

  The people below were also stunned, thinking that something unexpected had happened. They saw Jian Bing leaning against the door and said in a low voice: "You are all foolish."

  As she thought of Chen Zikun's shabby attire, she suddenly understood that this young man was probably penniless and didn't dare to stay overnight. Alas, how could he understand her own heartfelt intentions? Although the schoolgirl sold her art but not her body, when encountering someone she liked, she would also be willing to serve him in bed, even if it meant losing money, but how could she say this out loud?

  ……

  Chen Zikun left the book house and finally let out a sigh of relief.

  "Ma Le Ga Ba's, almost broke my virginity." He had a lingering fear, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and in his mind, he saw Lin Wenjing, Yao Yire, and even Xia Xiaoqing's figure.

  "Even if it's a failure, it can't be casual." He muttered to himself as he walked back.

  Back at the inn, Li Yaoting was still tossing and turning on the bed. Seeing him return, he suddenly asked: "How was it? What's the taste like? I thought you were going to stay overnight."

  Chen Zikong saw his two eyes emitting green light and scolded: "Outrageous! Am I such a casual person?"

  "You're not, the female student from Peking University, and Miss Yao, aren't they all dishes on your plate? You're a big radish with a roving heart." Li Yaoting was familiar with Chen Zikun's glorious history.

  Chen Zikun rushed up and hit him. Li Yaoting hurriedly begged for mercy: "I can't beat you, is it okay if I don't say anything?"

  Back in his own bed, Chen Zikun looked at the ceiling and said: "Xiao Shunzi, can a person like several women?"

  Li Yaoting said: "You're still hesitating, what's the big deal? I've already thought it through for you. Miss Yao is of high status and will be the first wife. Xing'er entered the household early and will be the second concubine. Lin Xiaojie is a gentle and virtuous woman, she can be the third concubine. As for that Xia Dajie, her temper is too explosive, if you marry her into the family, it won't be peaceful at home. It's better to keep her in an outside residence. And then there's Jian Bing, she's a confidante, just drink and chat with her occasionally, no need to worry about anything."

  This time Chen Zikun was really stunned, and he didn't expect Xiao Shunzi to have such organizational skills.

  ……

  Beijing, Yao Gongguan, Yao Yire slipped quietly into the living room, suddenly the lights were bright, and her father sat on the sofa with a gloomy face.

  "Dad, I'm late, I won't dare next time." Yao Yire said with a stretch of her tongue. She had been searching for Chen Zikun's whereabouts for the past few days but to no avail.

  Yao Cizhang said coldly: "It's not about this, come with me."

  Upon arriving at the study, Yao Zicong handed over a case file with a police department mark on it. Yao Yile opened it and found that it recorded two reports from the Japanese Embassy: the first was about the murder of two embassy staff members, and the second was about the disappearance of three embassy personnel.

  Yao Yilei vaguely knew why Chen Zikun had gone missing, but still pretended to be tough: "Dad, what's the point of showing me this?"

  "Lele, don't pretend to be ignorant anymore. This person will bring harm to our Yao family. Tomorrow, pack your bags and go study in Japan."

  Yao Yilei said: "I won't go!"

  "We have to go!" Yao Cizhang suddenly flew into a rage, smashing the teacup to the ground, and instantly shards were scattered everywhere.