"Brother Dong, we have arranged all the refugees!" Ding Li said to Ye Jindong.

"We also organized manpower to clean up the site, but it would be difficult to rebuild the place!" said Brother Huanxi.

"Yes, there are so many people, the power of our police station is limited after all!" said Lao Wutou and Blind Jiu.

Ye Jindong took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. Changgui stepped forward to help him ignite it.

Ye Jindong took a puff of cigarette and then said: "Rescue and disaster relief are nothing more than two things, manpower and financial resources! I will try every means to raise money. I am now spending 100,000 yuan. In addition, I will let Ming Pao report on this and raise funds in the newspaper! There are many people and great power. As long as everyone in Shanghai contributes a little love, no matter how big the difficulties are, they can be overcome!"

When everyone heard this, they all had the backbone and nodded in agreement.

Ye Jindong said again: "In addition to emergency rescue and disaster relief, it is to find out the truth! Huanxi, what is the situation there?"

Brother Huanxi pinched his chin and thought for a while and said, "I asked the people who experienced the fire scene last night. They said that it was three o'clock in the morning when the incident happened, and they almost fell asleep. However, a man named Yutou Abiao from the east end of the slum told me that he got up in the middle of the night to relieve his hands and vaguely heard the sound of cars."

The old fried dough stick said, "I also got news here that an old man named Fu Bo couldn't sleep because he was coughing and was afraid of disturbing his children's rest, so he squatted outside the house! He said that he also saw a vehicle driving near the slum, and then three or four people got out of the car, and it seemed that he was carrying something in his hand!"

"Those things must be gasoline!" Blind Jiu suddenly said, "When we were rescuing disasters, we smelled the residual gasoline in many places! This is a slum, and everyone basically doesn't use gasoline. Even if there is no light bulb, they use kerosene lamps, and they rarely use gasoline!"

Ye Jindong was able to confirm when he heard this, he was able to set fire on premeditated fire.

"Does anyone see who set fire clearly?" Ye Jindong asked.

Brother Huanxi, Laowutou and Blind Jiu look at me, I look at you, no one speaks.

Ding Li said: "Those refugees are very brave and dare not say it! Or they just can't see clearly when it's dark!"

Before Ding Li finished speaking, Changgui suddenly said, "Those people seem to be Xiao Tiannan's 'Tiger-Headed Tai Sui'!"

Everyone was surprised, "Uh, how do you know?"

Changgui took a deep breath, seemed to have made some decision, and looked at Ye Jindong and said, "I have contacted Xiao Tiannan's people! Before I moved, they wanted to buy my house with three oceans, but I didn't agree!"

Ding Li said: "So they are you, you mentioned this to me!"

Changgui nodded, "All people with tiger-headed Xiao Tiannan will have a tiger-headed tattoo on their arms! I asked about the refugees who saw those people last night. Although they could not recognize the strangers, they had the same tattoo on their arms!"

Ding Li said with a look of surprise: "This is the number! So the group of people who set fire is Xiao Tiannan's people!"

Brother Huanxi, the old fried dough sticks, and Blind Jiu and others stopped talking.

Ye Jindong looked at them.

Brother Huanxi hurriedly said, "Brother Dong, you don't know that Xiao Tiannan claims to be a tiger-headed Tai Sui is very powerful in Shanghai! In particular, his subordinates took in many desperate people, not only did they fight fiercely, but they also bully men and women. They are called the "living Tai Sui" in Shanghai!"

"Yes! This man relies on the support of someone behind his back and does everything he wants to encircle him, but he escapes, but instead loses his troops and generals!"

"How do you find him?"

"It's hard to say! Xiao Tiannan has always been in a mysterious place in order to avoid the pursuit, but he has a subordinate named "Dynasty Seven", who can find out the news from him!"

Ye Jindong bit the cigarette, spit out a sip of smoke, and smiled and said, "Dynamic Owner Qi? You can tell that you are not a good person by name! And I like those bad people the most!"

...

In addition to the many concessions in Shanghai, there is also the Chinese world.

As the name suggests, the Chinese world is managed by Chinese people. On this land, it has the most traditional Chinese flavor, not so many strange villas, nor too many cars and foreigners.

Although it seems poorer and shabby than those concessions, as long as you have money on hand, you can still live a happy and joyful life here!

As we all know, there are two great treasures in the Chinese world, one is the dog meat hotpot that nourishes the body, and the other is the underground casino that makes a lot of money!

People like gambling, especially those rich, those rogues, and even loyal customers of the casino.

Dyed Lao Qi is a famous gambler. He is so anxious that he doesn't gamble for a day, and even his fingers itchy.

It's rare today is a good day---

At this moment, at the age of thirty, with a slutty appearance and a scar on his left eyebrow, wearing a black open-breasted short-beat gown, black bloomers, and a pair of soft-soled cloth shoes under his feet. He was swaying all over his body, walking the tyrannical crab steps, playing with two big oceans with his left hand, biting a candied haw in his mouth, and his eyes were embarrassed to look back and forth on the beauties of cheongsams around him.

When the cheongsam women saw him, they were afraid to avoid him and dodged them one after another.

The dizzy man Qi smiled and said, "Don't run away, what does it mean to hide when you see me? Come on, little sister, I'll treat you to candied haws!"

The sprinter seven didn't even let a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl go away, and stopped her and teased her.

The little girl panicked and hurriedly escaped from him because she was too anxious to escape and even lost one of her shoes.

The dizzy man Qi smiled, picked up his shoes and shouted at the girl's back: "You don't want shoes anymore? Little sister, don't run away!"

The little girl was so scared that she ran farther and farther away.

"Fuck, it's boring!" The dizzy man smelled the shoes in his hand and sighed: "Tsk tsk, it's good to be young! This girl hasn't grown yet, but she also has a fresh and tender spirit!" As he said that, he threw the shoes aside.

Just like this, Dyed Lao Qi came to an underground casino he liked to visit the most.

This casino is famous for Paijiu and mahjong. You can hear the yelling of the Supreme Leopard and the clamor of mahjong at a distance.

The dizzy man opened the door, hummed a little while and walked in. He saw four people sitting on a table on the left. At this moment, everyone was fighting happily, so he walked over and stood behind one person.

The man was in the mood for the mahjong plaque, and with a puff sound, something spitted on his neck. When he reached out to touch it, it was a date pit.

"Damn, who is looking for death?! Oh, it's Brother Qi. I said, I should get up as soon as Brother Qi comes!" The man stood up flatteringly and gave up his seat to the dizzy man Qi.
Chapter completed!