"There's something to eat." Ding Ding's eyes were also locked on the two girls, one big and one small, who were walking over.
"See what I do in a moment." He said to his 'little men'.
"The young losers have no source of income, and their most common means of making a living is 'pushing the bridge'." Wen Guoran continued to talk.
"'Push the bridge'? What is this?" Xiu Yuman didn't understand.
"It means people pushing carts. For example, on both sides of the Suzhou River bridge, when waiting for various human-powered vehicles including rickshaws, tricycles, wheelbarrows, flat carts, etc. to get on the bridge, they run forward to help push and pull them all the way to the top of the bridge. Asking for small money or food." Wen Guoran said.
As he spoke, he pointed to the pier not far away, "There are a lot of rickshaws near the pier, which is why there are more young men here."
"In addition, 'scavenging' is also an industry that young gangsters make a living. They carry bamboo baskets on their backs and long bamboo pliers, go through alleys, get into garbage cans, and pick up all kinds of broken copper and iron. Paper rags and then sell them to rag collectors.”
"It shouldn't be easy to fill your stomach by 'scavenging'." Xiu Yuman said with a frown.
"That's right, when young bastards do this, they will be exploited in various ways, and the money they get is not much. Therefore, many young bastards will engage in petty theft when picking up rags." Wen Guoran sighed. said in a tone.
"These little bastards can be said to be both hateful and pitiable." He pointed at the nail group hiding in the corner and said.
"They have no shelter and sleep on the streets at night. They can only hide under the eaves when it rains. They are very satisfied if they can get tattered sacks to protect them from the rain."
"If you don't have a sack, just get some newspapers and cover yourself with it as a quilt." As he said that, Wen Guoran shook his head, "Every year in the cold winter, a lot of little bastards freeze to death."
"What do they eat?" Xiu Yuman asked.
The conversation between the two was a cover-up, and at the same time, this topic was also the topic that Xiu Yuman was researching.
Xiu Yuman is the daughter of Xiu Gongshen, the translator of Xiu Neng, the political officer of the patrol house in the French Concession, and her status is "prominent".
The organizational consideration is that Xiu Yuman can rely on his father's connections to work in a newspaper.
In addition, the organizational work setting for Xiu Yuman is that Xiu Yuman should try to avoid showing obvious anti-Japanese tendencies, and at the same time keep a distance from the red.
In his work, he can pay more attention to incidents such as the cruelty of child labor by capitalists, the little beggars and bastards in Shanghai, and the cruelty and torture of maids by their employers.
Without revealing his identity as a member of the Red Party, he used his father Xiu Gongshen's influence in the French Concession to speak out for these working people who are usually ignored.
…
"According to the investigation of several of my students, these little bastards eat a lot of scraps, mainly by 'grabbing for rice'." Wen Guoran said.
"'Make rice a meal'?" Xiu Yuman thought for a while and asked.
The so-called "packed meals" refers to some canteens and restaurants in Shanghai that provide monthly meals or short-term meal delivery services. Some of these canteens do not serve dine-in meals and specialize in making packed meals.
"Yes." Wen Guoran glanced at it. The lesbian who came to deliver the letter did not come directly to the teahouse. Instead, she took the little girl to hang out in front of a noodle stall, as if she had chosen a noodle maker for the little girl next to her. .
Wen Guoran secretly nodded in approval. Although this lesbian was very young, she was quite cautious and smart.
"There is an established rule for the waiter who delivers the rice. That is, whenever the waiter comes back from collecting the leftovers from the home of the person who delivers the rice, if he encounters the little brats, he is allowed to come up and grab the cold rice. Leftovers." Wen Guoran said with a smile.
"The young man is not allowed to stop the young bastards from eating their rice. Only after the leftovers have been snatched away can they pack up the tableware and leave with their burdens."
…
Lafayette Road.
Lu Xinge sat on the pony and crossed his legs.
The shoe shine guy was cleaning his leather shoes diligently.
"How's the situation?" Lu Xingo asked, the open newspaper covering his cheeks and talking mouth.
"Mr. Zhao likes to eat Chunfengdeyilou's food. More than half an hour ago, the Chunfengdeyilou's clerk had delivered the packaged rice." said the shoe shiner.
His voice was a little rough, and he was actually a dwarf pretending to be one.
Zhao Changgeng is the deputy manager of Shanghai Pison Trading Company, and his true identity is a secret agent of the Shanghai Station of the Lixing Society Secret Service.
Starting from the day before yesterday, Shanghai Station found that Zhao Changgeng could not be contacted.
At first it was suspected that Zhao Changgeng had been arrested.
However, after investigation, it was found that Zhao Changgeng was at home, but it seemed that he had been placed under house arrest.
In order to find out the truth of the matter, the Shanghai Station called Zhao Changgeng's house and pretended to have made a wrong call. In fact, it was a coded message suggesting that Zhao Changgeng could pass on the information by hiding it in the leftovers of the meal.
"Have the arrangements been made for those who want to grab the rice?" Lu Xinge asked.
"It's been arranged." The dwarf nodded and said softly, "Ahu spent money to buy a few bastards to do things."
"You didn't say too much, did you?" Lu Xinge asked cautiously.
"These little bastards, as long as you tell them what to do, they won't ask so many questions." The dwarf said, "Sir, put the other foot on the other foot."
Lu Xingge changed his feet and said, "Tell those little bastards to be stricter with their mouths."
"Don't worry, team leader, these little bastards, despite their young age, can survive in Shanghai for more than a month, and those who have the opportunity to grab a meal are all smart people. The stupid kids have long been thrown into mass graves." The dwarf said with a smile. .
As he spoke, he looked towards an alley corner on his right.
"Why doesn't that one look so smart?" Lu Xingge looked over at his men and asked.
"Which one?" the dwarf looked over, "Oh, that little brat is called Preserved Egg. Although he looks like a fool, he is very quick when grabbing things."
…
"Sir, your packed meals have arrived." The voice of the boy delivering the meals came from the door.
"Leave it at the door." Luo Haoran did not open the door immediately, "Just clear the dishes in an hour."
"Okay." The boy said.
Listening to the footsteps leaving, Luo Haoran waited for about a minute before opening the door, and then saw Comrade He Guan standing outside the door.
"Why are you here?" Luo Haoran was shocked, picked up the rice dumplings, and pulled He Guan in at the same time.
No. 22, Xue Huali Road.
Office of the Deputy Chief Inspector, Central Patrol Room.
"Brother Fan, Pi Dan took over a job." Li Hao added water to Cheng Qianfan's teacup and said.
"What kind of work?" Cheng Qianfan stretched out, pulled the blinds, looked outside, and asked casually.
"Someone is looking for a job with a young loser nearby, and the preserved eggs are also bought." Li Hao said.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Qianfan became interested and asked.
"Over there at Lafei Fang," Li Hao said, "The man asked for preserved eggs and they grabbed the rice dumplings and got one of the leftovers."
"What?" Cheng Qianfan became interested.
No wonder this person wanted to invite Pi Dan and his group of beggars, because they also have their own sphere of influence when it comes to grabbing rice.
Each group of bastards has its own territory.
Fighting for food is the most important thing, and you must not infringe on the other party's territory. Otherwise, a fight will break out immediately, and it will be a 'fight to the death' kind of thing.
At present, La Feifang's rice dumplings belong to the group of bastards where Preserved Rice belongs.
"Bone soup is the remaining big bones." Li Hao said.
"Information is hidden in the marrow between the bones." Cheng Qianfan immediately made a judgment.
"I also guess that may be the case." Li Hao said.
"Which one is La Fei Fang?" Cheng Qianfan thought and asked.
"No. 15, Lafeifang." Li Hao said.
"Huh?" Cheng Qianfan showed a surprised expression and said with a smile, "Ms. Ruth's house."
Li Hao also smiled and nodded.
Ms. Ruth and Miss Keiko were arrested and detained by the patrol room ordered by Cheng Qianfan. Later, the girl was transferred to the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service.
Then, the woman disappeared.
After Hideya Eguchi returned to Shanghai from Japan and reappeared, Cheng Qianfan called the Secret Service headquarters to ask about Keiko.
The headquarters called Yunshan Wuzhao back, and also hinted that he should no longer pay attention to the matter.
After Ms. Ruth disappeared, the house was repossessed by her husband's family.
However, a body was later recovered from the garden, which caused a sensation in the French Concession.
Due to various rumors, this house has a tendency to become a haunted house.
Later, the house was resold several times.
"Who is the current landlord?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"Zhao Changgeng, the deputy manager of Pison Banking Company." Li Hao said, "He has a wife, two sons, a daughter, and a maid at home."
Li Hao has a very strong memory and knows almost everything about the area under his jurisdiction. Cheng Qianfan will rarely be disappointed whenever he asks.
"Is there anything unusual about this person?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"When I learned that Pi Dan had taken this job, I paid special attention to this family. If I think about it carefully, there is nothing abnormal about Zhao Changgeng himself." Li Hao said, "However, this manager Zhao has not gone out to work for two or three days."
Cheng Qianfan thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and said, "I want to call Ms. Ying's house in La Feifang."
…
"The little bastards also have a 'special trick' for grabbing food." Wen Guoran said with a smile.
"They wandered on the road, focusing on the elderly, weak, women and children, especially near food stores and snack stalls."
"When they see the old, weak, women and children buying food, they will suddenly rush out, grab the food and snacks, and run away."
"When you chase after them, the little bastards who grab things will stuff the cakes and food into their mouths. If the food is too big and inconvenient to eat, they will spit it out with thick phlegm." Wen Guoran shook his head. He said with a smile, "The food was stained and I was disgusted, so I naturally didn't want it. The little bastards bowed playfully and said, 'Thank you, Mrs. (Miss) for the reward.'"
As he said that, Dr. Wen's eyes suddenly widened, he stood up from his seat and cursed, "Sissy mother!"
Xiu Yuman turned around to look, and saw the pastry wrapped in kraft paper carried by the lesbian who was about to deliver the letter, and the face mask in the little girl's hand, which had been snatched away by a little bastard with lightning speed. Turn around and run.
…
"Grabbing something!" Tang Xiaoye shouted while chasing after him anxiously.
It doesn't matter that the pastries and noodles were robbed.
The important thing is that when the pastry is opened, a hidden note will be found inside, which is the information she wants to deliver this time.
"Quickly, help her recover the pastries." Wen Guoran lowered his voice and said urgently.
Of course he knew the information was in the cake.
This method of transmitting information has been used several times and has never had any problems. Who would have thought that such a flaw would occur today.
"That's unreasonable!" Xiu Yuman understood immediately after hearing this.
She jumped directly from the second floor and rolled to the ground to relieve her strength, but her ankle hurt. She probably twisted it accidentally.
However, he can still run.
Ignoring the pain, Xiu Yuman strode after him.
Nail ran as hard as he could.
At this moment, he was a little confused.
According to the past experience of "grabbing goods", whenever someone spits out such a thick mouthful of phlegm, the old, weak, women and children will stop where they are and curse, and will not chase after them anymore. What happened today?
Could it be that this pastry is expensive?
Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye tried their best to catch up, but were pushed further away.
On the contrary, Yang Ximei's calves bulged very fast, like flying fire, and she actually surpassed Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye.
However, Yang Ximei's speed is still not as fast as that of Little Zha San.
"My father is Xiu Gongshen from the French Concession. Help me catch that little brat who is snatching things." Xiu Yuman shouted to the red-headed Ah San and Hua Yu who were watching the show with a smile.
The red-headed Ah San and Hua Qiao were both indifferent.
"Xiu Gongshen from the Political Office of the French Concession." Xiu Yuman shouted anxiously.
The red-headed Ah San continued to watch the show laughing and joking.
The two women are beautiful women with their own merits. Some people even pointed at Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye and talked and laughed.
Hua Qiao took a look and hesitated.
They naturally know the name of the translator Xiu Gongshen, but this is the British-American Concession, not the French Concession. Although the translators of the French Concession Political Department are considered important figures in the French Concession, they cannot do anything to them.
"I am Cheng Qianfan's sister!" Tang Xiaoye shouted loudly in desperation.
The faces of the Chinese arresters who were watching changed slightly when they heard this. One of the Chinese arresters shouted loudly, "But Mr. Cheng from the patrol room in the center of the Dharma Realm?"
"Yes!" Tang Xiaoye shouted excitedly when he saw Captain Hua's response, "My brother is Cheng Qianfan, deputy chief inspector of the Central Patrol Room!"
"You're a bastard looking for death, and you dare to rob Mr. Cheng's sister's things." Several Chinese arresters from the public concession stopped watching the show and rushed out, waving their batons and chasing after him.
"Cheng Qianfan is my brother!" Xiu Yuman shouted when he saw this.
She had just returned from abroad a few days ago and was still unaware of the reputation of her 'brother' in the French Concession. However, she reacted quickly and immediately realized that Cheng Qianfan's status and importance in the hearts of these Chinese captives seemed to be far greater than His father, Xiu Gongshen, also shouted smartly.
"Little YA San!" Mr. Hua waved his baton and shouted loudly, "Hey little YA San, you stole Mr. Cheng's things and you are seeking death! Be careful Mr. Cheng catches you and feeds the fish!"
The words have not yet finished.
Ding Ding, who was about to throw the cakes and noodles to his 'little subordinates', stopped.
He waved his hands desperately, signaling his 'little men' to run away quickly.
Then he turned around, knelt on the ground with a plop, raised his hands, and kowtowed vigorously.
He kept kowtowing, and while kowtowing, he shouted loudly, "The little one has no eyesight, the little one deserves to die!"
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