On the third floor, the office of the deputy squad leader of the French Concession Political Division.
There are three bottles of red wine on the table, one has not been opened, one is empty, and one is more than half drunk.
Cheng Qianfan held the wine glass and shook it slightly.
The transparent goblet has a bright red wine color, just like blood.
He had a cigar in his mouth, crossed his legs, closed his eyes slightly, and was intoxicated.
"Linda is pregnant," Peter puffed out.
"Congratulations, you're going to be a father." Cheng Qianfan glanced at Peter and clinked glasses, "You must have a drink of this."
Watching Peter finish the glass of wine, Cheng Qianfan immediately poured it in.
Peter picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp, sighing with a sad look on his face.
"Why are you unhappy? Don't you want children?" Cheng Qianfan asked. As he spoke, he opened another bottle of wine and poured wine for Peter.
"Of course not." Pete shook his head, picked up the wine glass, and filled another half glass of wine. "I just feel that Linda is pregnant and I am still fooling around outside. I feel sorry for her."
"God." Cheng Qianfan made an exaggerated expression, "The libertine Pete can actually feel guilty."
As he spoke, he moved his head forward, filled Peter's glass with wine, and clinked glasses with Peter, "So, are you going to clean yourself up?"
"No, no, no." Pete showed a horrified expression, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
…
Cheng Qianfan picked up the wine bottle and continued to pour wine for Peter. Then he glanced at Peter and frowned, "You are going to get drunk, so stop drinking."
As he spoke, he moved the wine glass away.
Peter grabbed the wine glass, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.
"I have decided." Peter was drunk and gritted his teeth, looking very determined, "I will spend three more days with Linda every month."
"What a great decision." Cheng Qianfan touched his palms with a contemptuous look on his face, and then took a sip of wine. "If Linda knew about it, she would be moved to tears."
Seeing that Pete wanted to drink, he made a show of taking the bottle away.
"Linda told me to stay away from you." Peter chuckled, grabbed the bottle, poured himself a drink, took a big sip, and pointed at Cheng Qianfan, "She's afraid that I'll follow your example."
Cheng Qianfan sneered, pointed at Peter, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
When Peter saw this, he laughed and poured himself another drink.
Cheng Qianfan pretended to be angry and didn't stop him.
…
He drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and looking at Peter's drunken appearance, Cheng Qianfan started talking about business, "What happened to the batch of goods I talked about last time?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Madier has sent a telegram and the ship has been dispatched from Marseille." Pitt nodded.
Madiel is Linda's father and Peter's father-in-law.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes gleamed, which was the light of a greedy person's desire for money.
"Good news." He laughed and clinked glasses with Pete.
"However, the price will be 40% higher than before." Peter took another sip of wine, put down the glass, rubbed his face and said.
"Why?" Cheng Qianfan's expression changed, he burped, and asked with a flushed face.
"Alcohol, bandages, morphine, some electronic components, and sulfonamides, these are all munitions, munitions, munitions are controlled goods, you know." Peter got up from his seat, and he lay down directly to rest. On the bed in the room, he held his forehead while having a headache and said.
"It's as if these goods were not military supplies before." Cheng Qianfan sneered, stood up, picked up the wine glass, and drank the wine in one gulp. He put the glass down heavily with a look of displeasure on his face, "You have to give me a clear answer. "If the purchase price is high, the selling price will also be raised, and I have to explain it to the buyer."
Pete also burped, rolled his eyes, and shook his head, "Those guys did a survey. They, they judged that the war between China and Japan will expand."
Peter sat up, touched the cigar on the table, picked up the scissors awkwardly, but was tired of it and threw away the cigar.
Cheng Qianfan took out the Three Fortresses in his pocket and wanted to pop out the cigarettes, but because he was a little drunk, several cigarettes fell to the ground.
He cursed in his mouth, grabbed a cigarette with three fingers, handed it to Peter, picked up the three cigarettes that fell on the ground, and put them all directly into his mouth.
Picking up the lighter, he first lit the cigarettes for Peter, and then lit the three cigarettes in his own mouth.
But he was choked and coughed again and again. He put out three cigarettes in the ashtray angrily, "Why? I didn't even see that the Japanese were going to start a war again. France is thousands of miles away? They don't know anything."
Cheng Qianfan cursed and said that Peter's father-in-law must have become jealous after seeing them making money in Shanghai, and deliberately created panic rumors in order to increase prices.
…
"No, no, no, my friend." Peter shook his head and took a puff of his cigarette. The ashes fell and fell on the sheets. "I can't tell you the reason, but I think Madiel's analysis is reasonable."
"Okay, I understand." Cheng Qianfan did not continue to ask any more questions. When he stood up, his figure swayed slightly. He picked up the remaining half bottle of wine, pointed it directly at the mouth of the bottle, raised his neck, and drank it in one gulp. All.
He reached out and wiped his mouth, "Peter, I don't believe those vampires, but I believe you."
Then, he picked up his police hat, patted it, and put it on, "I'm leaving, you can rest."
"Qianfan." Pete called Cheng Qianfan, squinted his eyes, struggled to sit up, and rubbed his temples, "I can tell you that Japan has placed a large number of orders with Annan, mainly rice, rubber, and... …”
"I said, I believe you." Cheng Qianfan interrupted Peter and burped, but his face changed, as if he was about to spit it out, and he swallowed back the drink he was about to spit out, feeling drunk. But Hong's face shone brightly, "Peter, our selling price for this batch of goods has doubled!"
Peter was stunned, looked at his friend, shook his head and smiled, "You vampire."
Cheng Qianfan laughed.
Smiling, laughing, he staggered to the side, picked up Pete's washbasin, and vomited wildly.
This is a technique he developed himself. After drinking, when he feels the urge to vomit, excessive smoking, coughing, laughing, crying and other intense emotional behaviors can squeeze the chest, accelerate gastrointestinal peristalsis, and eventually lead to vomiting.
"Oh God, what the hell." Pete let out a woman's scream of being violated.
"Wow--" Cheng Qianfan vomited again.
Peter couldn't stand it anymore, so he squeezed over and vomited wildly.
Cheng Qianfan vomited until tears came out.
My motherland!
…
The night is getting darker, and large blocks of dark clouds in the sky are pressing the sky very low, which is also extremely depressing.
got windy.
The wind tore at the branches and leaves, making a whining sound.
Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in the night sky, followed by a spring thunder.
Heavy rain fell suddenly.
Washing away everything on the ground.
The trees swayed painfully.
A car drove out from the door of the hotel and headed towards Hongkou District.
There was a telegraph hall not far across from the hotel. The staff who had been monitoring the movement at the hotel door immediately called, "The dog is moving."
Almost at the same time, a car followed in the heavy rain.
"Check the guns." Lu Geqing ordered with a serious look on his face.
"Little Guangdong has notified other brothers to prepare to intercept. We will attack from both front and rear." Lu Geqing said coldly, "Except for Wang Han and Wang Zhi who are left alive, everyone else will be killed without mercy."
He gritted his teeth and showed a cruel smile, "Traitors will be killed!"
"yes!"
On Father Jin Road, Cheng Qianfan's expression was extremely serious and he was dictating the message.
"Nanjing, you are here to learn from me -" Cheng Qianfan took a deep breath of cigarette, looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and exhaled thick smoke, "The ministry has obtained shocking information. The Japanese have recently contacted the Annan authorities in France. , intending to purchase a large amount of rice, rubber and other materials."
"The French side has determined that the Japanese intend to hoard supplies to prepare for the start of a future war."
"My subordinates also have this speculation."
"This information is only a clue. It is difficult to obtain further details. I am requesting the director to investigate it urgently. Urgently."
"——Blue Bird, March 29th, late in the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China."
Zhou Ru showed the telegram manuscript to Cheng Qianfan.
"Send the report." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
The beeping sound of telegrams sounded.
Cheng Qianfan lit a cigarette, stood in front of the window, and looked out the window.
Outside the window, there was thunder and lightning, strong winds, and heavy rain.
This was the heaviest rain in Shanghai so far in early spring in the 26th year of the Republic of China.
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