It is also because of this that the vast majority of working classes have no attachment to traditional society, no fantasies about the current society, are numb and indifferent to political changes, and are indifferent to social processes, which makes intellectuals who worry about the country and the people sigh "our country and my people", as if they regard them as a burden or even a resistance to social progress.

After a moment of silence, Ah Fa asked casually: "Which gang is the top leader now, the Qing gang or the Red gang?"

The coachman glanced back at him with some doubt, turned his face and replied reluctantly, "How do I know? I heard that they are making a big fuss and no one is convinced."

In fact, we should sit down and negotiate. They are all underworlds, so we should unite. Ah Fa disagrees. Whether it was the Hong Gang, which was aimed at anti-Qing and restoring the Ming Dynasty, or the Qing Gang, which served the Qing court, in the process of modernization construction and destruction coexisting, survival is the first priority, right?

The coachman pulled the car and ran for a while, turned half of his face and asked, "You are a spy, are you going to know what you do?"

"No, I'm not a spy." Ah Fa denied.

"I don't know anything." The coachman emphasized again.

"I'm really not a spy." Ah Fa was a little amused and crying.

"Hmph, no matter whether you are a spy or not, I don't know anything." The coachman pulled the car and said stubbornly.

The yellow bun husband turned a corner, and the Suzhou River was right in front of him. The sampan and sailboat were like magnificent petals, floating on the calm and shining water.

Sitting in the car, Ah Fa looked at the arrogant and indifferent walls of Shanghai. The taxi carriages, sedans, and rickshaws lined up in long rows under the shade of trees. The coachman was dozing boredly, and the Indian gatekeeper glanced at him contemptuously under the porch. It was the so-called place where gentlemen gathered. The bullshit gentleman, Ah Fa curled his lips, but was just a Shanghai tycoon with a certain wealth, no matter how ill-gotten gained from cheating, no matter how much blood of innocent and weak people was stained with his hands.

"Let's go, go to the Guangdong Road you mentioned." Afa said to the rickshaw driver by roughly remembering the surrounding buildings and streets.

The eastern section of Guangdong Road is mostly foreign companies. Afa thinks he should see and understand the current types and functions of the products. Maybe he has some inspiration and can make a lot of money by inventing and creating! Money can do a lot of things, Afa has realized this. In particular, the fourth sister actually agreed with Caifeng very happily and lent Afa a private money. It is estimated that the fourth sister also figured it out that it was Afa who gave her a lot and saved her and the little baby girl.

There is no absolutely safe place, but there is a relatively safe place. Afa knew the truth that the cunning rabbit had three holes. With money in his hand, he made an excuse to temporarily leave Diao Wu, leave Hongxiu Pavilion, and go out to find a residence, or a safe house. If the financial resources are enough, he hopes to find a few more in case of emergency needs.

Wherever the rickshaw passes, Afa clearly imprints the terrain and direction in his heart. This ability is not all obtained through training, it is also a talent, and it is also a habit.
Chapter completed!