I do not want to get up……
I do not want to get up……
So tired...
I don't even have the strength to open my eyes...
It’s been a long time…
Reach out and touch your side. nobody.
Oh, they sisters should get up. Two against one. They won a great victory.
These two female fairies...
"Ring ring ring..."
"Ring ring ring..."
Suddenly, the bedside phone rang.
Too lazy to listen. There should be someone down in the hall who will listen. Pei Lan should be down there.
result……
"Telephone."
Someone beside him said in a daze.
It seemed to be Pei Xue's voice. oh. She's still there. I don’t know where to huddle up. I didn't even touch it just now.
"Your sister listens..."
"My sister went out early in the morning. She's not at home."
"What is she going to do?"
"Go save money! You give me so much money, you have to save it."
"Isn't it just a bank note?"
"My sister said, have more accounts. This is safer."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong had no choice but to get up and answer the phone.
Fortunately, the phone is by the bedside. Struggling to crawl over. Reaching for the phone.
"Hello……"
"Captain, there is a foreigner who wants to see you."
"who?"
"He said his name was Stevenson and he was sent by Paramount Nightclub."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong patted his head hard.
Damn it. Last night was really draining. Even my brain was drained.
It's terrible...
It took a long time to wake up.
I remembered. Paramount Nightclub. The previous shootout. Specify that you want to investigate on your own.
As a result, I hurried to Jinling later. The matter was put aside for the time being. But Americans are also stubborn. Or just specify that you just need to investigate on your own. Would rather wait until now.
Maybe it was because he learned that he had returned from Jinling. So the Americans came to visit in person. There is no way to shirk this.
Everything else has to be put aside. This matter needs to be dealt with first.
So I tried to get up.
"Business?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll prepare breakfast."
"good!"
Pei Xue also got up.
Help Zhang Yong put on his clothes. Then came down for breakfast.
The maid has prepared breakfast. Zhang Yong ate a little in a hurry. Then drove back to the office.
The person who called just now was Yang Zhi. He is also handling it now.
Almost everyone else is a big dick. Don't know how to deal with foreigners. Yang Zhi does know a little bit of English. Barely able to communicate.
These days, knowing a foreign language is really important.
If Zhang Yong knew Japanese, he would dare to impersonate Kenji Doihara!
real.
Shout out Kintaro Noya directly.
I don’t believe it anymore. Kenji Doihara calls you “You”, but you still dare to hide yourself.
Mud...
Unfortunately not. I know a little bad English.
Stevenson, a foreigner, is very tall and has brown hair, which makes him stand out among all the people.
Simple politeness. Zhang Yong led the team to Paramount Nightclub.
Because it was morning, Paramount Nightclub hadn't opened yet. Only sanitation staff.
Stevenson took Zhang Yong to find his boss Fred.
"Captain Zhang."
"Mr. Fred."
Both sides meet. shake hands. Then sit down separately.
Fred is an old man. Already over sixty years old. Not in good health either. The wind and candle are dying.
An old foreigner traveled thousands of miles to come to China to do business. It’s quite hard when you think about it.
Hard work now. It will be harder in the future.
If it is after December 7, 2041, there may still be great danger.
The Japanese invaders were so fanatical that they declared war on Britain and the United States. Send troops to sweep across the concession. Those British and American foreigners who had no time to evacuate suffered a lot.
"I don't ask about the process. I just want the result." Fred's eyes were cloudy.
"No problem." Zhang Yong nodded.
So much the better.
Anyway, the process of his investigation is beyond description.
Other people's investigations are methodical and well-founded. He was the only one who acted randomly. Just grab a handful. Whoever is caught is the one.
In theory, as long as enough spies are captured, the truth will eventually come out.
So, I'm sorry, the Japanese spies in Shanghai, you have to be wronged again...
"how long will it takes?"
"One month!"
"good!"
Fred was satisfied.
Zhang Yong left immediately.
Of course he couldn't investigate inside Paramount Nightclub.
Three months later, all traces have been washed away.
Just as he was about to leave, a red dot entered the map. This red dot has been heading towards Paramount Nightclub.
Zhang Yong watched the other party approaching calmly.
It turned out to be a middle-aged man. Wearing a gray suit. Wearing a bow. A simple and honest look.
"Who is this..." Zhang Yong asked curiously.
"This is my personal assistant. Mr. Jin Bufan." Fred introduced.
Zhang Yong:? ? ?
Personal assistant?
That means having great authority? And know many secrets of Paramount?
Amazing, the Japanese spies actually lurked among the Americans. What is this going to do?
It feels like it’s aimed at Americans!
Suddenly I thought of Liu Xi.
Is she a spy? Who is she targeting?
Maybe she is not actually targeting Chinese people?
Perhaps they are targeting Americans?
Hey, the situation opens up instantly. Suddenly I felt that many doubts were solved.
In fact, in the eyes of some "high-end" Japanese, the Chinese are no longer worthy of being their opponents. What they are eyeing is polar bears, or the beautiful country.
Relatively speaking, the beautiful country is more desirable. After all, the vastness of the Pacific Ocean is involved.
The Japanese invaders have always wanted to turn the Pacific Ocean into their own inland sea.
This ambition is extremely ambitious.
The beautiful warships of that year forcibly knocked on the door of Japan, which also made many "high-end" Japanese people want to take revenge.
Under such circumstances, it is understandable that they stepped up their espionage on the beautiful country.
Yamamoto Isoroku was a military attache stationed in the United States.
The subsequent attack on Pearl Harbor also relied on intelligence provided by spies.
At this time, the beautiful country was still trapped in deep isolationism. Don't want to get involved in external affairs.
The American army is now at its lowest ebb.
The army seems to have only a few hundred thousand people?
The navy is larger in number and also has aircraft carriers and battleships. But just take care of your own one-third of an acre. Not enough attention was paid to the rise of the Japanese.
Even when Pearl Harbor was attacked, the U.S. Army seemed to have only expanded to about 300,000 people.
This fully shows that the beautiful country itself is not ready for battle.
So, in terms of counterintelligence, there is basically a blank. It seems that the CIA has not been established yet? Intelligence seems to be the responsibility of the FBI?
So, Liu Xi and the others might be "high-end" spies?
"Captain Zhang. Hello."
"Hello. Assistant Jin."
Zhang Yong shook hands with the other party enthusiastically. Judging the other party's financial resources.
Jin Bufan, assistant, spy...
If these identities are mixed together, will there be a fortune of 10,000 yuan?
Shake his head.
should not……
Alas, boring.
There are fewer and fewer wealthy spies.
It seems that it is better to take action against Zhang Xiaolin as soon as possible. Take his money.
"Captain Zhang, are you free tonight?"
"do what?"
"We have a very exciting show in our nightclub tonight, and I would like to invite Captain Zhang to come and enjoy it."
"Oh. There's time. There's time."
"That night, I will greet Captain Zhang at the door."
"Don't dare. Don't dare. Do I need to pay?"
"Of course not. It's all free."
"Oh, that's good. That's good. I'll definitely come if it's free. I'll definitely come."
"Thank you Captain Zhang for the compliment..."
Jin Bufan's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt.
Ugly Chinese, haha. As soon as I heard that it was free, I had to crawl to get it. A bunch of boneless guys.
"Then I'll see you tonight. I'll go on my official duties first."
"See you tonight!"
Jin Bufan sent Zhang Yong out.
Zhang Yong boarded the car. Leave the nightclub. until the red dot disappears.
He turned to Cao Mengqi and whispered: "Investigate this Jin Bufan immediately and secretly."
"Is there something wrong with him?" Cao Mengqi said at the slightest hint.
"He's Japanese."
"ah?"
Cao Mengqi understood immediately.
Since this Jin Bufan is Japanese, the problem is huge.
To say that the last shooting case would have been impossible without his planning. Traitors are often the most deadly.
"He wasn't there last time. Off duty. At home."
"It should be a deliberate arrangement. To create an alibi."
"Good guy. He's really cunning!"
"Be careful not to be discovered by him. If you can, check it. If you can't, forget it."
"I'll go myself."
"also!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
If Cao Mengqi goes there in person, he should be able to find some information.
Even if the spy's concealed identity is flawless, there will eventually be corresponding information. It can also be obtained from the police station.
After handling the matters here, he put Cao Mengqi down from the car and drove to Sima Road.
First come to the New Era Photo Studio.
Shi Bingdao is not here. Said it was at the Social Shenwen newspaper office.
Turn around and prepare to leave. Suddenly he saw a little girl peeking out at him behind the door curtain.
hehe. It's still her. We haven’t seen each other for three months and nothing seems to have changed?
Thinking about it, I find it funny too. How much difference can be made in three months?
Come to the Social Shenwen News Agency. Sure enough, I saw Shi Bingdao. Shi Bingdao didn't change much either. Wearing a long gown. There are traces of ink on it.
All newspaper publishers at that time were like this. I often get ink spilled on my body. Because newspapers are printed using very old printing machines. There are not many workers either. There are only one or two people. Shi Bingdao, the boss, also had to help personally. I type and print it myself, and then hire people to sell it on the streets. It’s also hard-earned money.
"My boss is back?" Shi Bingdao welcomed him.
"Well, I'm back. Where are the people from the 19th Route Army?" Zhang Yong picked up a newspaper.
No special news. They are all short-sighted.
Shake his head. frown.
This won't work.
No circulation. Definitely not making any money.
Gotta get some tidbits.
In fact, the best-selling newspapers in Shanghai today are all kinds of lace tabloids.
These days, there is no news control. As long as you don't touch politics, it's totally fine to be a little pornographic. But when it comes to yellow, you have to have some new tricks.
If it were a simple beauty pageant, everyone would be tired of aesthetics.
Beauties in swimsuits are no longer new.
Forget it, let’s talk about making money later. Where can I grab it quickly...
wrong.
It's confiscated, confiscated, confiscated...
"They are all waiting for you to come back!"
"All concentrated?"
"Concentrate it all!"
"Go and see!"
"good!"
Shi Bingdao took Zhang Yong to the suburbs of the city.
There is a village here. It looks a bit run down. But there are so many people.
"Where are the people?"
"The whole village is."
"What?"
Zhang Yong:......
sky!
A person from a village?
etc!
"How many people are there?"
"three hundred!"
"What?"
"Actually...a little over three hundred."
"I……"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
Brother, I just need a few informants!
You prepared more than 300 people for me?
Am I planning to conquer Shanghai?
(End of chapter)
