Liu Huanwen, Mu Dekai, Yuan Zhonghe, Xiang Shounong, Zhu Yanni.
These are the five people selected by Meng Shaoyuan.
Zhu Yanni is a female spy of the Lixing Society. She graduated from a training class in Hangzhou. She is very beautiful, but she is usually only responsible for translation work. Why Meng Shaoyuan chose her is unknown.
Liu Huanwen and Meng Shaoyuan were both classmates in the tenth batch of Huangpu, and were selected to join the Lixing Club together, so the relationship between them is the closest.
Everyone joined Lixingshe at the same time and worked the same hours, but Meng Shaoyuan was able to do his own job, which Liu Huanwen was very envious of.
Dai Li specially asked the General Affairs Section of the Third Section to prepare a car for them.
Zhu Yanni was about to get in the car, but Meng Shaoyuan called her aside and whispered to her for a while.
"This..." Zhu Yanni hesitated.
"Do as I tell you." Meng Shaoyuan refused to argue.
"OK."
Although Zhu Yanni didn't understand the meaning at all, the discipline that was repeatedly emphasized from the moment she entered Lixingshe still made her choose unconditional obedience.
"Get in the car and let's go!"
Mu Dekai was responsible for driving, and Meng Shaoyuan took the passenger seat...
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When you come to Nanjing, you must go to the alley of Shuiximen to queue up to buy a portion of salted duck, and you must go to Confucius Temple to see the Qinhuai Misty Rain.
Of course, you must also spend a day in Xinjiekou.
Xinjiekou is the place with the largest flow of people in Nanjing. Here, dragons and snakes are mixed, and there are all kinds of people.
Hawkers carrying burdens can be seen everywhere, but unlike the colorful shouts of northern hawkers, the shouts of Nanjing hawkers are much simpler. They often rely on beating small drums and bells on their hands to enhance the shouting effect. Different trades of knocking Different instruments.
What makes it quiet in the hustle and bustle is that two-story buildings can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road.
In such a season, there may be a girl sitting in the south study room on the second floor, letting the sun shine down from the thick dark green loquat leaves, shining warmly on her body, and then quietly watching Zhang Henshui's "Chunming" with her parents behind her back. "External History", or "Crying and Laughing Smoke".
Meng Shaoyuan took Liu Huanwen and Yuan Zhonghe to the opposite side of "Damao Foreign Trade": "Old Yuan, go and inquire about the situation."
"I know." Yuan Zhonghe hurriedly walked towards Damaoyang.
"Two bowls of wontons." Meng Shaoyuan and Liu Huanwen sat down in front of a wonton stall.
Although this wonton stall is small and doesn't even have a table, diners can only sit on small benches or squat on the floor with bowls to eat, but business is extremely good.
His small wontons have skin as thin as cicada wings and a crystal-clear meat filling. They are cooked with large bone soup, making the soup fresh and not greasy. Be sure to eat it now.
Take it out of the pot and put it into a bowl, and sprinkle with a handful of chopped green onions. Even if people who have just eaten see it, they can't help but have a bowl.
When I came to Nanjing, I hadn’t had much fun yet. Liu Huanwen was so salivating that he finished a bowl of wontons in a few mouthfuls.
Meng Shaoyuan had just finished half a bowl when he saw that Yuan Zhonghe had returned and leaned into his ear: "The two guys just went out, and now there is only one person inside. I have confirmed that it is Park Zhongmin."
"Boss, money!"
Meng Shaoyuan stood up and kicked Liu Huanwen, who was still drinking soup: "It's done, don't be so worthless, let's go."
Liu Huanwen reluctantly put down the bowl.
The three of them came to Damao Mao Company, and Meng Shaoyuan was the first to walk in.
"What do you want?"
There was only one man in his forties in the foreign trade store. He was lazy and careless about the business that came to his door. But he speaks Chinese very fluently.
Park Zhongmin.
Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "I want five hundred kilograms of this sesame oil."
"Five hundred pounds?"
Upon hearing that such a big business was coming to his door, Park Zhongmin finally came over: "Yes, yes, what else do you want?"
"I still want you."
"What?"
Park Zhongmin was startled, but a gun was already pressed to his waist: "Don't move, kidnapper!"
This is Meng Shaoyuan's cleverness.
If he wants to say that he is a spy of the Lixing Society, Park Zhongmin might struggle to call for help.
But if it's a kidnapper, that's different.
After all, most kidnappers want money, not their lives.
Moreover, this is Nanjing, at the feet of the emperor, and if someone loses his life, it will cause great trouble.
Sure enough, Park Zhongmin's frightened expression just now actually relaxed: "Easy to say, easy to say, don't hurt me, I'll give you whatever you want."
"Come with me."
The three people held Pu Zhongmin hostage and quickly took him away from Damao Yang...
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Park Zhongmin's feet became weak and his whole body was trembling.
He finally knew that the person who kidnapped him was not the kidnapper.
This is not a bandit's cottage, but an interrogation room!
On both sides, various torture instruments were hung.
In the middle, there is a bucket filled with water, and a whip is soaked in it.
"beat!"
Meng Shaoyuan moved a bench and sat down, and this word immediately burst out of his mouth.
Before Pu Zhongmin could react, Xiang Shounong, who was big and round, had already picked up the whip with murderous intent and whipped Pu Zhongmin who was tied there.
"ah!"
Heartbreaking screams echoed in the interrogation room.
After being whipped five times in a row, Xiang Shounong stopped.
At this time, Park Zhongmin's skin was torn apart, and he kept wailing: "It hurts...it hurts...what are you asking...I said it all, I said it all..."
The effect is achieved.
Meng Shaoyuan then asked: "I know that Damao Yang Company is the contact point for the Japanese. Please tell me everything you know."
"I said, I said." Park Zhongmin has never been a tough guy, and he was beaten down as soon as he came up, which made him extremely scared:
"Omoyoyo Co., Ltd. is a secret service agency stationed in Nanjing by the Intelligence Department of the North China Garrison Army of Japan. It is responsible for commanding and spying on military intelligence. The head of the agency is... Saburo Hando..."
"Wait a minute." Meng Shaoyuan suddenly interrupted him: "What's your name? Agency chief."
"Hanto... Saburo."
Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "You were quite clear when you explained before. When you said this name, there was an obvious pause. That was because you were making up a name. When I asked again, your voice was low when you said the word Handeng. , the word "Sanlang" is spoken louder, which means you are cheering yourself up, Park Zhongmin, you are lying!"
"I didn't, I didn't."
Park Zhongmin panicked. ,
Oh my God, how did this person figure out that he was lying based on the tone of his voice?
Meng Shaoyuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "Fight!"
"No, it's Jiro Matsumoto!" Park Zhongmin completely collapsed:
"He is the assistant to Lieutenant General Takaro Matsuro, the head of Japan's North China Secret Service, and his rank is Army Colonel!"
Liu Huanwen and others looked at each other.
Colonel?
Oh my god, are we going to catch a big fish this time?
"Put him down." Meng Shaoyuan was satisfied. He watched Pu Zhongmin endure the pain and limped in front of him: "Death or life?"
"Live, live."
"Okay then, write down everything you have done in Damao Mao Company over the years."
"Yes Yes."
"Second, call Matsumoto Jiro and ask him to go to Room 318 of Huizhong Hotel in an hour and tell him that you have important information to report!"
