
Ask About the Bags in the Bun Shop
About This Novel
A boy from Shaoxing broke into Shanghai and got a bowl of porridge for his life. Fortunately, he was taken in by a steamed bun shop. The steamer is steaming, and my ears are listening to all directions. When I was busy, I listened to the coachman's talk about the news at the dock, and when I was free, I listened to the patrolman leaking the news about the concession. I was full of emotional value, but in exchange for it, I got a damn Versailles where the foreign bank clerks had no place to store their weapons. Taking advantage of the police's wind, he climbed the gang's wall, delivered information in the light of swords, and delivered medicine and food in the sea of fire. He is a "smart ghost" relied on by many people, a "courier" trusted by revolutionaries, and a "living bodhisattva" for the desperate and helpless. There are tigers and leopards hidden in the ocean ten miles away, and the innocent heart illuminates the liver and gallbladder. I don't dare to worry about my country despite my humble position. The little people weave a big web. When everyone walks into his bun shop with all kinds of worries, they don't expect that the key to a comeback is hidden here.
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