I, Lin Jue, seem to be the most capable coolie at Shiliupu Pier.
In fact, it is the mysterious writer "Madman" who makes the whole Shanghai frightened.
(Yes, that's right, revolution must start with physical work)
The consultant of the assassination team took my article and asked excitedly: "Which overseas scholar is this 'crazy man'?"
I just came back from moving a load of goods and patted the plaster on my body: "Hello, I am a madman."
The other party was petrified on the spot, and his glasses almost fell off: "A... Coolie?"
The French Concession patrolman chased him to the door with his military dog, shouting arrogantly, "Kill him to death!"
I silently poured the ammonia and bleach together.
Result: The detective and his dog were so smoked that they hugged each other and cried, and I even took away the pass.
Comrades (with adoring eyes): "Sir, what is this move called?"
Me: "Basic chemistry, the affairs of educated people, can it be called poisoning?"
Now, the big villain has blocked the entire city's paper, thinking it can shut me up.
He didn't know that not only could I write articles, but the money I earned was enough to buy his paper mill!
Shen Baichuan, you are finished!
