The Literary Hero of the Republic of China (民国之文豪) [MTL]

Chapter 143

　　The hall of Huo Ying's residence has been rearranged again.

　　The floor is covered with a gorgeous carpet, and a table with a white marble top and huanghuali legs is placed in the middle. Even the tablecloth on the table is hand-woven.

　　However, on such a high-end looking table, there are all down-to-earth dishes, and there are even two plates of stinky tofu in the middle.

　　One of the two plates of stinky tofu is steamed and the other is deep-fried, exuding bursts of flavor.

　　"Second Young Master has a heart!" Jiang Xinchun picked up a piece of deep-fried stinky tofu drizzled with sweet noodle sauce, and said with a smile, "I just want this one!"

　　When Jiang Xinchun first made a fortune in his early years, he focused on keeping up with the upper-class people and keeping up with foreigners. He learns to use a knife and fork, eats Western food, drinks coffee, and strives to package himself as an upper-class person.

　　But then he became more and more capable, but he also realized that he didn't like these things.

　　Steak where is braised pork delicious? Red wine is not as fragrant as white wine, and the coffee is so bitter that he would rather soak it in sugar water to drink.

　　Up to now, most of the time, Jiang Xinchun no longer needs to please others. He has also tasted all kinds of rare things, such as caviar, so he doesn't worry about it any more. Eat whatever you want.

　　Stinky tofu is his favourite.

　　Huo Ying also inquired about it, so he hosted a banquet for him like this.

　　As for why they had to host a banquet... Jiang Xinchun was able to trick the Japanese this time.

　　Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the Japanese intelligence agency, Huo Ying alone will never be able to find out. Many of his subordinates can't even speak Shanghainese, so check it out!

　　But Jiang Xinchun was different.

　　He is the boss of Shanghai, and he can't hide any troubles in Shanghai from him. The Japanese have established an intelligence agency in Shanghai, and he has discovered it a long time ago.

　　But before, he didn't think it was necessary to take care of it. After all, not only the Japanese did this, but now, he felt that it was necessary to take care of it.

　　"This stinky tofu is really fragrant." Huo Ying said, he also likes this kind of strong food. When his father didn't pick up his mother, he didn't have to eat if he wanted to: "Thank you Uncle Jiang for this matter."

　　As Huo Ying said, he stood up and poured Jiang Xinchun wine with one hand.

　　"Second Young Master, you're being polite." Jiang Xinchun said, looking at Huo Ying's hands that he never showed: "Second Young Master...is there a wound on your hand?"

　　According to the rumors, Second Young Master Huo's temperament changed drastically because of his early injury and physical disability...

　　"Yeah, I hurt my hand in the early years." Huo Yingdao, changed the subject: "Uncle Jiang, I don't drink well, I can't compare to Uncle Jiang, so I only drink some rice wine."

　　"It's easy to say, but Er Shao, you still need to practice your drinking capacity." Jiang Xinchun said.

　　Jiang Xinchun has been staying in Shanghai, a place full of wealthy people. He has met many young masters and is good at reading people, but Huo Ying is different from the ones he has met before.