Xiaobao likes the doll Cheng Qianfan bought for her very much.
"I'm so happy." Bai Ruolan glanced at Xiaobao, who was sleeping with the doll in his arms, and said with a smile.
Cheng Qianfan carefully helped Bai Ruolan back to the bedroom and lay on the bed.
"I'm not Lin Daiyu, how can I be so weak and helpless." Bai Ruolan gave her husband an angry look.
"It's better to be careful." Cheng Qianfan leaned on the recliner, picked up the doll given to Ruolan, placed it horizontally in front of him, and practiced holding the child.
Bai Ruolan glanced sideways and smiled.
"Why are you laughing? I'll practice in advance." Cheng Qianfan rolled his eyes at Bai Ruolan, "Tell me, you are so beautiful and I am so handsome, how beautiful our child will be."
"Are you ashamed? How can I praise myself for being handsome and beautiful?" Bai Ruolan said, her eyes full of longing for a happy future life, "But you are right, our child will definitely be very good-looking. .”
…
There was a crash!
A set of exquisite tea sets was thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"The dead child will have his parents dead long ago (he has his mother but not his father to teach him)!" Zhang Xiaolin laughed angrily and cursed.
"Shao Er makes rude remarks, and Xiao Cheng is always angry!"——
What Mr. Cheng posted in the afternoon had spread throughout half of Shanghai by evening.
"Ning is just a little brat, he's so arrogant!" Zhang Xiaolin was furious and cursed again.
Whose person is Shao Er?
Everyone knows that Shao Er is his trusted subordinate of Zhang Xiaolin!
Now, that little bastard Cheng Qianfan actually said such words in public. This is not to arrest Shao Er. This is not to give him Zhang Xiaolin face, but to slap him in Zhang Xiaolin's face!
"Put it out." Zhang Xiaolin snorted coldly and ordered the housekeeper, "Next month is the third wife's birthday, and Shao Er is responsible for preparing the birthday party."
"I understand." The butler agreed and said, "Master, please don't take it personally. Cheng Qianfan is a young man who doesn't know what the world is like. Sooner or later, he will personally come to apologize to you!"
"Apologise?" Zhang Xiaolin sneered, "Is it enough to apologize?"
…
"An apology is not enough." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, took the pancake handed over by Lao Huang, rolled it in shrimp paste, and said it was delicious.
It was already the morning of the next day.
Mr. Xiao Cheng went downstairs and wandered in the yard, and was attracted by the smell of Lao Huang cooking pancakes in the small coal stove in the medical room. Soon the two of them were eating and drinking together.
"Don't tell me, eating pancakes rolled with shrimp roe and drinking rice wine is a different experience." Cheng Qianfan took a sip of rice wine and clicked his tongue.
"Is this Shao Er dangerous?" Lao Huang also took a sip of wine and asked in a low voice.
"The hunters from Qingdong escort the people from Shopkeeper Four into Shanghai through the Qingdong Wharf." Cheng Qianfan took a bite of the pancake, and the delicious taste of the shrimp filled his entire mouth.
He gave Lao Huang a thumbs up and continued, "The level at the pier is the 'Chang San Gou' route."
"Shao Er's people found 'Chang Sangou' and asked him if there was anyone suspicious entering Shanghai on Jiujiu Trading's ship. 'Chang Sangou' said he had never seen one." Cheng Qianfan continued, "Then he was beaten. ”
"What evidence did the people from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association get?" Lao Huang asked.
"It's unlikely." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "The whole thing is extremely secretive, and the possibility of it leaking out is very slim."
"On the way here, they encountered people from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association who were searching. Several of them killed the wild dogs and continued on their way." Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples.
He continued, "This group of people should be Shao Er's men. They pursued them all the way to the dock."
"Understood." Lao Huang nodded, and Shao Er's men pursued them all the way. When they arrived at the dock, they completely lost sight of their comrades.
Although the pursuit trace was lost, the person disappeared near the pier, and the answer was obvious. The target they were chasing most likely boarded the ship from the pier and left.
"Yes, Shao Er's people naturally can't be sure that Chang Sangou transported the person out, but this does not prevent them from focusing this matter on 'Chang Sangou'."
"Is this coming for you?" Lao Huang concluded.
"It's more likely, that's my point of view." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "Some people are jealous of money and treat me as a fat sheep."
When Cheng Qianfan heard his subordinates reporting this incident, his first thought was that the enemy had learned about the Qingdong guerrillas transporting wounded New Fourth Army soldiers to Shanghai, so the enemy began a large-scale search.
This made him immediately vigilant. Although he had a plan, even if this matter was found on his head, he would have a 'reasonable explanation'. However, the leakage of intelligence itself meant a lot of trouble. How did the enemy know this? Something secret?
This is a hidden danger that may bring great security threats to the organization.
We must get to the bottom of this.
However, he soon realized that the situation might be more 'gross' than he imagined:
The greater possibility is that someone is eyeing him, Cheng Qianfan, or to be precise, he is eyeing the fat piece of Jiujiu Trading.
Or to put it mildly, someone wants to take a bite out of Jiujiu Trading.
It's possible that Shao Er's people were just using the topic to blame 'Chang Sangou' for the escape of their attacker, and then continue to blame Jiujiu Trading.
"There is also a possibility that your Jiujiu Trading has taken away the business of the New Asia Peace Promotion Association." Lao Huang said.
The New Asia Peace Promotion Association was doing evil in homesickness, purchasing and supplying rice, cotton, coal and other military supplies urgently needed for the war for the Japanese invaders.
With the support of the Japanese, the business of the New Asia Peace Promotion Association grew bigger and bigger, and Zhang Xiaolin also made a lot of money from it.
As his business grew, Zhang Xiaolin began to realize that Mr. Cheng's Jiujiu Trading was a difficult competitor. Boss Zhang, who had a strong gangster habit, took action and 'did something like this'!
"If it had been anyone else and the New Asia Peace Promotion Association had labeled them as having something to do with Japanese haters, they would have really suffered a disaster." Cheng Qianfan said coldly, "It's just that this time I want to Break off two of the teeth of this traitorous organization!"
Yes, with the charge of being a 'Japan hater' or 'sympathizing with a Japanese hater', the New Asia Peace Promotion Association used this to plunder property and oppress the people. Even some wealthy squires were robbed by them. It was miserable.
"It might be a good thing to take advantage of this opportunity to fall out with the New Asia Peace Promotion Association." Cheng Qianfan thought.
Lao Huang nodded in agreement.
It is a good thing to have many friends among enemies.
However, sometimes, having many enemies has its own advantages.
"As my business grows, more and more people will be eyeing this piece of fat." Cheng Qianfan took a sip of rice wine and smacked his lips, "Mr. Crying, for some people, seems not to be in their eyes."
"That's because they are used to being superior. The most important thing is that they have never suffered from you." Lao Huang said with a smile.
"How do you make it sound like I'm a cunning, cruel bully?" Cheng Qianfan said as he ate the dried fish and spit out a small fish bone.
"Isn't it?" Lao Huang asked.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
"So, when you said those words, you already knew that Zhang Xiaolin would be furious and would not give up easily?"
"Zhang Xiaolin's reaction is basically what I expected." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "This person wants to save face, so he must try his best to keep Shao Er, and even wants to deal with me well to show off his Qinghong Gang The majesty of the boss."
"Perhaps, in the eyes of Boss Zhang, I may just be the right person to show my authority." Cheng Qianfan said with a cold smile.
More than ten years ago, Zhang Xiaolin was a Shanghai Qinghong Gang tycoon as famous as Huang Jingrong and Du Yongsheng.
During the April 12 counter-revolutionary coup, the three became Chang Kaishen's accomplices in massacre of revolutionary patriots.
After the establishment of the Nanjing Government, the three people completely surrendered to the Nanjing Government, and even formed alliances with Wang Bolin, Yang Hu, Cheng Qun and others, further expanding their power.
The three of them even used the money they collected and defrauded to invest in banks, businesses, gambling stalls, opium dens and other 'industries', becoming entrepreneurs and bankers from gangster tycoons.
The French Concession authorities even appointed Zhang Xiaolin as the president of the French Concession Chinese Taxpayers Association.
Officials of the government, President Kong and Uncle Song, came to Shanghai and even visited Zhang Xiaolin from time to time.
This was Zhang Xiaolin's most glorious moment in Shanghai.
However, Zhang Xiaolin came from the bottom of society, was rude and stingy.
His skills are far inferior to those of Du Yongsheng, who is much junior and much younger than him.
Some of Zhang Xiaolin's disciples turned to Du Yongsheng one after another, and Zhang Xiaolin's power was greatly reduced, which made him extremely angry and embarrassed.
In addition, Du Yongsheng actively moved closer to Chang Kaishen and also won the favor of the government.
This made Zhang Xiaolin very jealous and deeply jealous. As his influence and status further declined, the conflicts between this man and Du Yongsheng and Huang Jingrong, as well as the rift with the government, gradually increased.
This is a rogue tycoon who was once proud, then frustrated, and now relies on the Japanese to thrive.
Such a person will be extremely sensitive inside.
The provocation from Xiao Cheng, a 'junior' of the Youth Gang and the central patrol officer of the French Concession, will greatly offend and sting Zhang Xiaolin's sensitive nerves.
Zhang Xiaolin must fight back.
And the greedy and high-spirited Mr. Cheng will naturally not sit still and wait for death.
"This time, we must be quick, accurate and ruthless to cut off the hands that are stretched out." Lao Huang said with a serious expression.
"Heroes see the same thing." Cheng Qianfan raised his lips and nodded.
Making money is not the biggest purpose of his black market business, the most important thing is this black market transaction and transportation line!
With the establishment and improvement of the Japanese and puppet regime in Shanghai, the Japanese will be able to use their hands as much as possible to sweep away the surrounding anti-Japanese armed forces.
In this way, this secret transportation channel in Cheng Qianfan's hands will be the lifeline of the New Fourth Army and our party's anti-Japanese guerrilla armed forces who are fighting bloody battles with the enemy!
…
Hongkou District.
The secret residence of Shanghai Super High School.
"So, you are saying that this Fang Muheng is probably a subordinate of the red party's ace agent 'Chen Zhou'?" Sanbonjiro asked with a thoughtful look on his face.
Wang Kangnian nodded, "Yes, Mr. Section Chief, I have just reported to you my analysis, as well as some cases related to 'Chenzhou' that have occurred in recent years."
After a pause, Wang Kangnian cleared his hoarse voice and said, "In this way, my subordinates discovered that many mysteries that seemed difficult to solve at the time seemed to have more reasonable explanations."
"For example?"
"The most basic situation is that Fang Muheng returned to Shanghai from the United States after the first Shanghai War, and it was during this period that the Red Party's ace action master 'Chen Zhou' also began to emerge." Wang Kangnian said.
"So, my subordinate even made an extremely bold judgment." He looked at Sanbonjiro and said.
"What judgment?" Sanbonjiro asked.
"In the 'Chenzhou' team, 'Chenzhou' is responsible for operations, but the strategist of this team is Fang Muheng. This seemingly stupid guy is most likely the think tank and brain of the Red Party's ace agent team." Wang Kangnianyue The more excited he gets, the more excited he becomes.
Sanbonjiro fell into deep thought. He had to admit that after listening to Wang Kangnian's analysis and explanation, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he became.
"Please come over, Mr. Tong." Sanbonjiro pressed the bell on his desk and said.
Then, he hung up the phone and glanced at Wang Kangnian with interest, "You caught Tong Xueyong. You should know this person."
"Tong Xueyong is the deputy station chief of the Nanshi Red Party underground transportation station. This person is a veteran Red Party member." Wang Kangnian blurted out. In all the cases he has handled, the Red Party members who have personally caught, interrogated, and executed, for these people He knew almost everything about the situation:
This is his medal of merit when he was in the Party Affairs Investigation Department, and it is his contribution to the party and the country.
"Captain Wang, you have a very good memory." Sanbonjiro nodded happily and said.
Soon, Tong Xueyong arrived in a suit and leather shoes. Tong Xueyong, with his slicked back hair, seemed to be in good spirits.
"Mr. Tong, please take a look at this file and reporting materials first." Sanbonjiro said with a smile.
Tong Xueyong took the portfolio with both hands, took out the documents and reporting materials inside, and read them carefully.
"Captain Wang, is this Fang Muheng the young master from Guohua Food Factory?" Tong Xueyong turned the page, glanced at Wang Kangnian and asked casually.
"Exactly this person." Wang Kangnian nodded.
"Captain Wang believes that Fang Muheng is a subordinate of the red party's ace agent 'Chen Zhou'. Mr. Tong, what do you think?" Sanbonjiro picked up the glass of red wine on the table, held the goblet in his right hand, shook it gently, and asked .
"I basically agree with Captain Wang's analysis and judgment." Tong Xueyong thought for a moment, "This Fang Muheng is indeed a bit suspicious. There are indeed some young people in the Red Party who lack fighting experience and are latent. However, Fang Muheng is so empty-hearted and enthusiastic. , in fact, it is really unheard of for someone to have clues all over his body.”
Almost at the same time.
Hangzhou.
Gendarmerie Brigade.
A man was hanging there with a bloody mess, his hands were penetrated by the steel structure, and his whole body was hanging there like a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Every time he pulled it, the horrific wound on his wrist would be involved, and he let out a miserable howl.
"I said, I said, I said." The man shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Put it down." Okada Toshihiko said with a proud smile on his face.
The man was put down.
"Go on, tell me everything you know." Okada Toshihiko said, while indicating with his eyes that his two men were ready to record a confession.
"Name!" a military police recorder asked coldly.
"Nagging." The man gasped and said, "Everyone calls me 'Nagging'!"
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