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[Dark Night and Dawn]

[Episode 22]

You ordered four batches of photo paper from Dezhen Trading Company.

Even after counting these, you've only used up a little more than one box.

Where did the rest go?

About that...

I've given the photo paper

on credit to Mr. Qi.

Which Mr. Qi?

The one from Yaohua Photography Studio.

Bro, this place is really remote.

[Yaohua Photography Studio]

Master, someone's here to see you.

I'm developing photos.

Let the guest wait a moment.

Master, it's the police looking for you.

Well, they'll have to wait until I'm done developing these photos.

[Yaohua Photography Studio]

Master, it's police business. Please cooperate.

Sorry, just a moment.

My master isn't finished yet.

We can't wait.

Huzi.

Young man, could you show us

the account books of your studio?

Sure.

It's just me and my master here at the studio.

[Chen Kaihui: 3 photos, 300 yuan] [Huang Xiquan, 3 photos, 300 yuan]

We mainly serve the neighbors and regular customers,

so we don't have many customers.

These are from last month, right?

Yes, yes.

Who's looking for me?

Master.

Mr. Qi, sorry to trouble you.

You're here.

Mr. Qi, we were all very satisfied with the photos

you took of my mother last time.

So, we'd like to ask you

to take a portrait of the two of us.

No problem.

For this month?

Please wait inside.

I've recorded everything I need to.

Alright.

Not that much.

Officers,

whatever you need to ask, please be quick.

I have customers waiting inside.

Mr. Qi, sorry to disturb you.

You know Lu Tinggao, right?

He told us you took two boxes of photo paper

from him on credit.

We've also

checked with Dezhen Trading Company

and found that you bought two more boxes earlier this month.

Can you use up that much?

My business is good, so I naturally use more quickly.

But according to your account books,

you don't have that many customers.

Well, I'm getting old, and my memory's not what it used to be.

It's common to miss some.

Master, I said earlier that I'm the one in charge of keeping the books,

and I also mentioned we don't have many customers.

You've been too talkative.

Mr. Qi,

where exactly did

the extra photo paper go?

You keep asking.

Isn't it just a few sheets of insignificant photo paper?

Ridiculous.

I have customers waiting inside,

so I'll have to excuse myself. See them off.

Mr. Qi.

If the people photographed with that paper

have all disappeared,

would you still think it's insignificant?

Disappeared?

He was talking about this.

Are you referring to the people

reported missing in the newspapers?

Yes, them.

Now, tell us about the photo paper.

Mr. Qi, you're currently our prime suspect.

[Yaohua Photography Studio]

Please cooperate and come with us to clear things up.

Master, master!

Xing, don't worry.

It won't take long.

Mr. Qi, where are you going?

Mr. Qi.

Lu Zhengyang has taken the bait.

Just as I expected.

We need to use the photos

to tell him a story.

I'll proceed according to the plan.

Good.

Let's see how he falls into the trap.

Officers,

what are you up to?

You really don't know?

Are the rice, cotton, and coal under your name

still at sea?

What I want are the routes and ship numbers

of each and every one of your vessels.

Wusongkou

has already blockaded by the Kuomintang Navy.

How can we

still get ships into Shanghai?

Who are you trying to fool?

We have the ability to infiltrate Shanghai,

so why wouldn't we have people in other places?

You've been working with British and American companies,

trying every way to evade the blockade,

parking ships in Zhejiang and Jiangsu,

then finding ways to transport them into Shanghai.

Am I right?

Everyone,

write down your routes and ship numbers.

If you don't, you'll end up like Mr. Qian.

Mr. Jin,

are you really going to hand over the ships?

Survival is what matters most right now.

Mr. Gao.

-Mr. Gao.
-Mr. Gao.

Mr. Gao!

What's wrong with you, Mr. Gao?

-Mr. Gao.
-Mr. Gao.

Quick! Medicine!

Medicine! Quick, get the medicine!

Here.

Help him up.

Help him up.

Help him up.

Come on.

Before I get my hands on the supplies,

I won't let you die.

Now, can you write it down?

Mr. Gao, as long as you're alive, there's still hope.

Write it, write it.

Listen to Mr. Jin. Write it down.

Do we really have to write it?

Write it.

Mr. Qi,

you said the photo paper was stolen.

Why didn't you report it at the time?

Was it to avoid leaving any traces?

Or maybe

there was no thief at all,

and you used the photo paper

for something else?

What are you trying to imply?

From the start,

you've been deliberately hiding something.

What do you think of Mr. Qi

as a person?

He's diligent in running the studio's business,

but he's too proud

and has a strange temper.

He doesn't get along well

with the neighboring shops.

Now that he's old,

his memory's failing, and his hands are shaky.

Lately, he's been ruining customers' photos.

I was thinking of asking him to step down,

but he insisted on continuing.

Look what happened, now he's in trouble.

I heard he's even been implicated with agents.

The Young Master already thinks I'm too old

and wants to replace me with someone younger.

If the Young Master finds out

about the stolen photo paper,

he'll definitely fire me.

If I can't take photos,

what else can I do?

I don't know anything else.

Other apprentices

are usually scolded or beaten,

but my master never treated me that way.

He's always sincerely taught me photography,

even introduced customers to me.

He's the best master in the world.

You're at the shop every day, how could something get stolen without you knowing?

The windows of the shop

are all barred with iron.

And you were there the whole time.

How could the photo paper disappear?

The photo paper went missing on a rainy day.

I remember it very clearly.

That morning, I developed a few photos.

By evening, the rain got heavier and heavier,

and there were no customers.

So I sent Xing home.

[Welcome]

The rain is getting heavier.

Go back now.

OK.

I'm leaving, Master.

Be careful on the way.

You should also head home early too!

[Welcome]

Then I hung up the "Closed" sign.

[Closed]

Sir.

I'm here to take pictures.

He had me take

several photos of him,

changing clothes and backdrops.

Close-ups, half-body shots, full-body shots,

I took lots of them.

Look at my hand, right here.

Hold that pose.

Sir, you look very distinguished.

Once the photos are developed,

you'll see how good they turned out.

Can I change my outfit and take another one?

Sure.

Okay.

Come on.

Okay, look here.

Smile a little.

Hold it, hold it.

Smile, smile.

Look here.

Good, hand in position.

Alright.

Good.

This one is good too.

Can I take my hat off for the next one?

No problem.

Let's continue.

Sir, you can look toward the door.

Was it that customer who stole it?

No, no, it wasn't him.

He was with me the whole time

and never left alone.

You said you took many photos of him.

Do you still have the negatives?

Yes.

Look at these photos.

Is there the customer you mentioned?

It's him.

I can recognize him no matter what.

He probably delayed you on purpose,

giving his accomplice a chance

to steal the photo paper.

Young Master, Young Master.

The Public Security Bureau said this has nothing to do with you.

This involves agents, and you still say it's unrelated?

Pack your things and go home to retire.

Young Master.

The Young Master is being unreasonable.

Bro,

the photo paper

did leave from Mr. Qi's studio,

but who would've thought it was an agent who stole it?

Now our lead is cut off again.

There's still something suspicious here.

What's suspicious?

There are many ways for agents

to get photo paper.

They could use a fake identity

or have someone buy it for them directly.

Why go through the trouble of stealing it?

To save money?

Director!

It's bad!

The families of those businessmen are gathered

outside the Public Security Bureau demanding their release,

and there are lots of reporters too.

Let's go and take a look.

Public Security Officers, I beg you,

[Shanghai People's Government Public Security Bureau]

please release our Mr. Qian.

Please release our Mr. Zhang.

Mrs. Qian, I already told you

when I visited your home.

The people who took your husband were agents.

We're doing everything we can to investigate.

But the newspapers already said

it was you who arrested them.

The newspapers don't lie!

Yes, it was you who took them!

Please, let them go.

Then kneel! Kneeling will help!

We support you.

I'm begging you. My child and I are kneeling down to you.

Get up.

Begging won't help.

We're not getting any straight answers from them.

There's no point in wasting our efforts.

Get up.

I beg you. Please let them go...

Auntie,

my father's name is Jin Maochang.

He was also kidnapped

and is still missing.

I am also a family member of a victim.

Please, listen to me this one time.

Don't easily believe

those irresponsible newspapers.

Delaying the Public Security's investigation

will only reduce the chances of our loved ones

being found alive.

Please, stand up.

I beg you.

Get up!

Dr. Jin is right.

We will do our best

to find your family members as soon as possible.

Please trust the People's Police.

Alright?

Get up.

OK. Hurry up. Get up.

Then we'll trust you one more time.

Please, I beg you!

You must save Mr. Qian!

As if he could be saved!

I'm begging you, please!

Alright?

He's the backbone of our family!

Who's that person?

A family member.

Here to cause trouble.

A family member? More like just here to watch the commotion.

What's his name? Which family is he from?

I think his surname is Gao. He's Gao Huaipu's son.

Gao Huaipu's son?

Go home.

Head home for now.

The Police Pigeon Squad

is on the rooftop, right?

Yes, why?

Didn't Lin Shaobai keep insisting

on investigating this case?

Who knows what trouble he'll stir up?

Let's go and see.

I'm not going. Bro.

He calls me "Doggy” every day.

He spits whenever he sees me.

I can't hit him,

and I can't spit back as well as he does.

I'm not good with words. I'm not going.

There's two of us, and we can't out-spit him?

A zombie breaks out of the coffin.

It smashes two large drums beside it.

Do you know what falls out of those drums?

A purple sword case.

Suddenly, from inside the purple sword case,

a 30 feet long purple dragon flies out.

The purple dragon swipes,

and the zombies fall down instantly.

Just as Li Yingqiong was about to be happy,

the purple dragon suddenly

charged toward her.

She was startled

and immediately started running.

She runs, and the purple dragon chases.

The dragon chases and chases,

but suddenly it gets stuck

between some branches.

Seeing this, Li Yingqiong

quickly pulls out her sword.

The two begin to fight fiercely.

At that moment, a white eagle

suddenly descends from the sky.

This white eagle was formidable.

In just a few moves, it turned the purple dragon into ashes.

At that moment,

Li Yingqiong collapses and faints.

The next day, when she wakes up,

there's a purple sword lying beside her,

with two characters carved on it,

"Violet Spirit".

This is what they call,

“A blessing in disguise.”

The moral of this story is

that life is like that, whether you're a person or a pigeon.

You understand?

You are my white eagles.

You protect me,

and I will protect you.

Alright?

White eagles, come!

Trying to keep an eye on me, huh?

Mr. Huang.

Mrs. Lin.

Are the rice cakes sold out?

Even if I could make them,

I'm afraid people couldn't afford them.

The market price of it is outrageous.

Then please pack me six pan-fried buns.

Huang,

you're familiar with the people who sell rice and flour.

Can you ask someone to help me get two bags of rice?

I can't seem to get any.

My family's running out of rice.

I'll give you the money now.

Please, you must help me.

Huang, we're all neighbors.

Don't favor one over the other.

Help me get two bags as well.

Mrs. Li, take the money back.

Everyone, put your money away.

It's not that I don't want to help,

but my breakfast shop

is also struggling.

Look, once I burn through this coal,

I'll have to close the shop.

Huang. Even you can't get it?

There's no stock in the market.

Even if you have money, you can't buy it.

What are we going to do then?

I thought things would get better,

but now even getting food

has become a problem, right?

Yeah, it's really tough.

How are we supposed to live like this? It's truly hard.

Shaobai, what's going on?

This laundry has already been washed,

but it still smells bad.

Haven't you been transferred to that bureau for work?

Why is this still happening?

There's some special mission going on.

Wait, I know.

Is it that case

where those big bosses were kidnapped?

Yeah.

Nothing escapes your sharp eyes.

Okay.

I read in the papers.

Isn't your Uncle Jin also one of the ones kidnapped?

How's the investigation going?

Mom. We have rules.

I can't talk about it.

But you can relax.

Right now, Uncle Jin and the other businessmen

are still giving orders

about their shipping goods overseas.

That means

they're still safe for now.

Then during this time,

you should spend more time with Jin Yan.

I know.

Do you want to eat something?

Where did my mother go?

Your mom?

During the day, she's running around the neighborhood,

and at night, she's out playing mahjong. She hasn't come back yet.

Playing mahjong?

You're both here?

We were just talking about you.

I'm exhausted. My back is killing me.

Come, let me pour you some water.

Sis. I'll do it myself.

Playing mahjong is so tiring?

These days, when I play mahjong,

it's not for fun.

I play to strengthen the bond

between the Taiping Lane community

and the Xingfu Lane community.

Let me tell you something.

Today at the table,

Gao from the Xingfu Lane said his father

was kidnapped,

and they don't know when he'll be released.

Really?

In Xingfu Lane, they also have

someone important enough to be kidnapped by agents?

You see? You didn't know, did you?

Do you know who Gao's father is?

The Flour King,

Gao Huaipu.

But they've cut ties as father and son.

Gao ended up in this mess.

He deserves it.

He brought this on himself.

His father has been kidnapped,

and he still has the mood to play mahjong?

You're right.

Mom,

can you help me set up another mahjong game with him?

I'll cover the losses.

What are you talking about?

We don't play for money anymore.

We're just using playing cards.

It's mainly to keep up relationships.

I know,

but I need you to arrange a game with him.

It's to help me investigate.

Think about it.

His father has been kidnapped,

and he still has the mood to play mahjong.

Isn't that suspicious?

You're right.

But

if there's something suspicious,

why not just bring him in for questioning?

No, the case is too big.

We can't alert him too soon.

For now, just set up the mahjong game

and see if we can get any information from him.

If this case gets solved,

you'll be credited for it.

That's great!

I'll get credit for it?

Of course.

Alright, I'll help you arrange it tomorrow.

[Closed]

Master.

Master!

Master, why did you do this?

Someone help!

Help!

This is terrible.

Come, help me!

Mr. Qi!

Mr. Qi!

Mr. Qi!

Mr. Qi!

Everyone,

move aside.

Make way over here.

There's nothing to see here.

Make some space, please.

I came to work this morning,

and as soon as I opened the door, I found my master hanging.

When I left yesterday, everything was fine.

Who would've thought he'd take such a drastic step?

Did you see anyone suspicious?

No.

My master treated me so well.

He taught me photography sincerely.

Dr. Jin,

was it murder or suicide?

There are four signs of death by hanging,

closed eyes, open mouth, clenched hands, and exposed teeth.

The tongue is usually protruding.

If someone is killed and then made to look like a hanging,

the mouth and eyes will be open, the hands loose, and the tongue not protruding.

And from the two marks on his neck,

one of them lacks signs of bleeding.

We can conclude that this mark

was made after death when the body was hung.

From these indicators,

it's clearly murder.

Oh, and I also found sand on the body

similar to the last case.

I'll take it back for testing

and get it to you as soon as possible.

And look here,

there are drag marks.

This wasn't the primary crime scene.

Who is it?

Mr. Qi, I'm here to pick up some photos.

Wait a moment.

Who let you in?

I'm developing photos right now.

It's you?

You're an agent.

You've taken photos of others for decades,

but never one of yourself, right?

Let me take one for you.

Your photo will appear

in all the newspapers in Shanghai.

You've worked quietly your whole life.

It's time to get some fame.

Here are two news articles, send them

along with the photos.

Should we get a few sharp-tongued people

to stir things up at the scene?

No need.

Good news doesn't travel far,

but bad news spreads like wildfire.

It's human nature.

We just go along with it.

Do you think Mr. Qi would've died

if the police hadn't come?

Exactly.

It was that guy who took Mr. Qi away.

I saw it with my own eyes.

He was fine, and now he's dead.

Isn't this disregarding human life?

Yeah.

Things weren't like this before Liberation.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Everyone, calm down and listen to me.

You can't twist the facts.

We brought Mr. Qi in just for questioning.

Just for questioning. Would that drive him to hang himself?

-Right.
-Yeah.

He was just questioned, and now he's gone?

Mr. Qi was murdered,

not hanged.

Murdered?

Yes.

I'm a medical examiner. I can prove it.

A medical examiner?

You're all in this together.

You can say whatever you want.

The police are hitting people!

The police are hitting people!

Calm down!

The police are hitting people!

Calm down!

[Police Lu Zhengyang Abuse of Power Leads to the Death of a Sixty-Year-Old Man.]

Shameless! Absolutely shameless.

Would our Public Security Bureau do such a thing?

These tabloid reporters.

I wish I could stuff their mouths

with pigeon droppings

to stop their nonsense.

What's going on here?

Take a look.

It's selling like crazy on the streets. Everyone has a copy.

[Police Lu Zhengyang Abuse of Power Leads to the Death of a Sixty-Year-Old Man.]

It's burning my hands.

Lu has fallen into the agents' trap.

Where are you going?

To make a phone call.

It's no use if you go.

You're just someone who feeds pigeons.

Xiaoman,

get Lu Zhengyang on the phone.

The director isn't here.

Where did he go?

To the bureau.

He said he needed to report to Deputy Commissioner Yang.

Is he coming to the bureau to request punishment again?

I don't know.

Nobody dares to bring this up to the director.

What's the point in avoiding the topic?

When did he leave?

It's been a while.

He should almost be there by now.

Alright, I'm at the bureau.

I'll wait at the entrance for him.

Lu.

Aren't you supposed to be at the pigeon station?

Why are you leaving your post?

You've got the nerve to worry about me?

You're...

You're already neck-deep in trouble.

Do you even realize that?

And you stink.

Where are you going?

You're off to Deputy Commissioner Yang, aren't you?

I knew it.

Can't you stop rushing to take the blame

every time something goes wrong?

Deputy Commissioner Yang hasn't even said anything,

and you're already punishing yourself.

Are you out of your mind?

What are you doing?

That Mr. Qi case is definitely a murder.

If Deputy Commissioner Yang blames you,

just tell him that.

Whether there's evidence or not,

you have to say that.

Otherwise, you'll lose your job. Do you hear me?

Lu,

I know you're all about following the rules

and looking at evidence.

Isn't Jin Yan in charge of the autopsy?

Did she find anything?

According to the rules, you have no right to know

what happens with the Social Affairs Office and me.

I'm looking out for you, and you're talking to me about rules?

Go ahead and ask for punishment if you want!

Why am I even bothering?

Let me tell you.

They're short-staffed at the pigeon station.

You'd be great at cleaning pigeon droppings.

Here's Mr. Qi's autopsy report.

[Forensic Report of the Forensics Department of Shanghai People's Government Public Security Bureau]

Not long ago,

they pretended to be the PLA and kidnapped the capitalists,

just to put our Shanghai Public Security

under intense public pressure.

Now they've directly targeted you.

Public opinion bombs

are often more destructive

than bombs made of gunpowder.

There were indeed shortcomings

in my handling of the case.

Back at Mr. Qi's,

I had my doubts.

The agents could have easily bought photo paper themselves,

so why steal it?

Now I see.

They had already investigated

Mr. Qi's character

and background,

and set a trap.

They waited for me to investigate the photo paper,

leading me right into their snare.

They're exploiting human nature,

carefully crafting a domino effect.

By toppling Mr. Qi,

they've dragged the Shanghai Public Security Bureau into the mess.

Who do you think

could be behind this?

Shrike.

It's very likely he's been trying

to manipulate everything all along.

But it's true,

I gave the agents an opening.

These agents use every trick in the book, all to attack our minds.

They want to tie the hands of our Public Security Bureau,

even to the point of chaos.

Don't worry.

Keep doing what you think is right.

No matter how much pressure comes from the outside,

I'll handle it for you.

Yes, Sir.

Lu Zhengyang hasn't been disciplined at all.

Our target isn't just one person,

but all of Shanghai.

Once the plan is complete,

all those businessmen will be eliminated.

When the market falls into chaos, so will the people.

By then, it won't just be him,

but the entire Shanghai Municipal Government

that won't be able to answer to the citizens.

Understood.

Gentlemen.

[Taiping Bathhouse]

Okay.

Here you go.

Please, come in.

These are all the files.

7 Characters.

6 Dots.

Red dragon.

Pong!

6 Dots.

Put it down.

Three identical tiles, 2 Dots.

Lucky you!

Mr. Gao, sorry, I won again.

Give me the money. Come on.

This is ridiculous! My luck is terrible today.

Here you go.

Mr. Gao, are you out of money?

Mrs. Lin,

could you lend me a bit more?

Look, it's not even 10 o'clock yet.

Let me tell you, the three of us are having great luck today.

Even if I lend you money, you'll still lose.

I think we should call it a night. Alright?

Okay.

Let's stop here.

Yeah, you're not going to get out of this hole tonight.

Alright, let's go, let's go.

I just owe you a little bit of money.

I'll pay you back tenfold this month, okay?

You mean it?

Of course.

Mr. Gao, tenfold?

Are you talking about making money by your suit shop?

Let's not bring that up anymore, okay?

Today, I'm going to be a good person.

Let's just pretend we played for free, alright?

We'll give you back everything we won,

let's say it was all for fun, like a neighborhood social event.

Here, take it back.

Alright?

We'll play another day.

Let's go.

Take your money back, and let's play one more round.

Come on.

Then just one more round, alright?

Ladies, don't look down on me.

My father's money and factory

will soon be mine.

By then, I won't be short of your little money.

You were kicked out of the family by your father.

The money and the factory

are all going to your sister.

She's already made it clear

that you're not getting anything.

Exactly!

He was kidnapped before he even made a will.

My sister's busy opening a branch factory in the northeast.

She won't be coming back.

If he doesn't leave it to me, who will he leave it to?

Mr. Gao,

no wonder you've been so cheerful lately.

But I have a feeling your father is the kind of person

blessed by fate.

Who knows, maybe the Public Security will save him,

and you still won't get a penny.

That seems unlikely.

My father's asthma has worsened this year.

He needs to carry medicine with him at all times,

and it's got to be this special American drug.

I reckon he's going to run out of it soon.

When his medicine runs out and he can't catch his breath,

all this money will be mine.

Do you think I'd be short of your little change?

Come on, let's play.

Mr. Gao,

you've got a ruthless heart.

Indeed.

What kind of father doesn't leave his family business to his sons

but his daughter?

He's the truly heartless one.

Tell me.

What kind of special medicine?

Come in.

Go out.

I knew you were still working overtime.

I brought you the best pan-fried buns.

Thank you.

No need to thank me.

I need to ask you something.

Go ahead.

[The virus is a type of microorganism with a very simple structure.]

I understand.

You have rules.

Where can I buy

Isoproterenol Lozenges?

This medication was just developed in the U.S. a couple of years ago.

If it's available in Shanghai, it must be very rare.

Why do you need it?

I'm helping someone else inquire.

That Hu from the Police Pigeon Squad

has asthma.

Then could you help me find out

which pharmacy in Shanghai

sells this medication?

Got it.

As for this report,

you need to submit it to Lu as soon as possible.

Otherwise, I might crack the case before he does.

Have you discovered any important clues?

That's confidential for now.

Is it appropriate for you to sit here?

Make sure you help me inquire, alright?

Eat it while it's hot, remember.

Mr. Yang,

[Yang's Cloth]

the sign you ordered from Lanting Studio

has been delivered to you.

Where's your boss?

He's busy today.

He asked me to install it for you.

Shall we check the goods first?

If everything's fine,

you can settle the balance.

Here's the invoice.

Come in and talk.

Alright.

Let's settle the bill once the exterior wall's advertising painting is done.

Have your boss come by tomorrow.

We'll settle it after it's painted.

Mr. Yang.

I'm really sorry,

But our boss has something on tomorrow and can't make it.

The day after tomorrow works too.

The day after tomorrow won't do either.

He's going far away,

leaving tomorrow.

When will he be back?

How can I ask too much

about the boss's affairs?

But don't worry.

As to how to paint this,

he has already designed it.

I brought the paint too.

I'll make sure to get it right for you.

I sought out your studio

because I valued Mr. Zheng's skills,

and he had previously promised

to come and paint himself.

You go back and tell your boss

to make time in the next few days

to come and paint it for me.

Mr. Yang, I'm just an employee.

What I say doesn't matter.

You can leave now.

When your boss comes back,

I'll personally talk to him.

Business must be conducted with integrity,

and he had promised before,

how can he go back on his word?

Besides,

can what you paint be valued

the same as what he paints?

Please calm down.

I will definitely convey your message.

Then I'll take my leave.

Alright.

That old guy is quite crafty.

If he had come today, I would definitely have killed him.

If Zheng doesn't come,

killing just one employee won't do any good.

Bro,

do you think he's not coming

because we've been exposed?

It's uncertain.

He promised well before,

but a last-minute change could indicate suspicion.

Here's the thing.

Instead of waiting for them to take action,

it's better for us to act first.

Alright, when?

You don't need to worry about that. I'll go alone this time.

That won't do.

They're all agents.

They're not easy to deal with.

I can't let you go by yourself.

Listen to me.

You stay behind.

If something goes wrong,

Dabao and Xiaobao will be in your care.

Although Jin Maochang promised me

he'd help take care of the two kids,

I don't trust him.

If something really happens to me,

then I won't have any value for him anymore.

How long can he manage?

I have no expectations of him at all.

The only person I can trust is you.

If I don't come back,

take the money and the kids and leave Shanghai quickly.

Don't ever come back.

Bro, what are you talking about?

Just listen to me.

Why should I listen to you?

How about we go together,

or it'll just be me going?

Okay, let's go together.

Really?

Really.

Alright then.

Dabao and Xiaobao went to the tutor's in the morning.

They'll be done with school soon.

Can you go pick them up for me?

After they go to class in the afternoon,

we'll plan well in the house.

Sure, we can discuss it when I get back.

I'm leaving now, Bro.

Okay.

Be careful on the way.

Sure thing.

Jiang, you're looking sharp today.

Why is he ignoring you when you greet him?

[My money is all under the fifth floorboard on the left.]

[If I can't come back, take them with you.]

Mr. Zheng.

Mr. Yang, you're here.

Is Mr. Zheng around? I'm looking for him.

He's upstairs handling something.

Why don't you take a seat for now

and wait a moment?

He promised to come and paint for me,

but he hasn't shown up.

Other people's matters are important,

but mine aren't, right?

I'm going to find him and sort this out.

Sorry, Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang!

There are guests upstairs; it's really inconvenient right now.

Here's the deal. Once he's free,

I'll have him come down right away.

Would that be alright?

Okay.

I'll give you some face

and wait for him to finish.

Thank you, Mr. Yang.

Come on, sit in the inner room.

Please take a seat.

You sit. I'll go brew you a cup of tea.

Li Xu,

bring over the promotional brochure.

Okay.

Mr. Yang.

Are you upset

about the promotional mural on your store's exterior?

I heard from the staff.

Zheng knows about it too.

In a while,

he'll definitely give you a satisfactory response.

Don't worry.

Take a look at our promotional brochure.

When Zheng comes down,

you can discuss it with him.

It's so hot outside.

It easily makes people feel uneasy.

I'll brew you some green tea.

Here, have a cup to cool off.

Mr. Yang, I can see that you're still not feeling well.

How about this?

Let me apologize to you

with tea instead of wine.

This should work, right?

Mr. Yang, please calm down.

If you're like this,

how can I dare to ask Zheng to come down?