Meng Shaoyuan's previous wound began to hurt again.
Before he could do anything, he went to Shanghai to perform the task.
He didn't feel anything bad when he was throwing grenades and firing with submachine guns before, but as soon as the mission was over, he relaxed and the wound began to show color.
It hurt like hell.
I found a private clinic run by an American and checked it out. They said the wound was cracked and somewhat inflamed. I re-treated the wound, put on a bandage, and prescribed some medicine.
Mu Dekai and the others went out to explore the colorful world of Shanghai. Tian Qi also had his own things to do, leaving Meng Shaoyuan alone.
What kind of subordinates are these? The boss should go to the hospital to express his gratitude.
After struggling all morning, I had a bowl of meat noodles at noon. The meat looked so fat that Meng Shaoyuan couldn't eat it anymore after a few bites.
When I returned to the hotel door, I saw a black car parked at the door.
As soon as he saw the car's logo, Meng Shaoyuan's eyes suddenly lit up:
Benz!
You know, in 1936, Mercedes-Benz had just entered China, and in the Chinese automobile market, Buick, Citroen, and Cadillac were basically popular, and almost no one knew the Mercedes-Benz brand.
But Mercedes-Benz was smart, and they took an approach that almost all companies in later generations would take:
Ask celebrities to speak for themselves.
Mercedes-Benz invited China's number one celebrity to endorse it:
Mei Lanfang!
The advertising slogan is also very distinctive:
Swords are given to knights, fragrant cars are given to celebrities!
With the added star power of Mei Lanfang, Mercedes-Benz became an instant hit in the Chinese market.
"Hello, Mr. Meng."
Meng Shaoyuan was admiring the slightly weird appearance of Mercedes-Benz in this era. A man wearing a gray gown got out of the car and came to Meng Shaoyuan.
Butler Qiu?
That Cai Xuefei’s housekeeper?
"Ah, hello, Butler Qiu." Meng Shaoyuan greeted blankly.
"Mr. Meng, our wife asked me to invite you to see if you have time to have afternoon tea together."
invite me? afternoon tea?
Meng Shaoyuan thought about it for a while, and since there was nothing to do in the afternoon, he agreed.
Cai Xuefei's family lives on Alpe Road.
As soon as Meng Shaoyuan arrived, he immediately saw what the real rich people's homes in Shanghai were.
This is a French garden villa covering an area of more than 1,000 square meters. It consists of a main building and two auxiliary buildings. The exterior walls are inlaid with colorful pebbles, and the roof is paved with Butler rhombus imported from the UK, which is extremely rare in China. Cement tiles.
Not only the villa, but also a large lawn of several hundred square meters directly in front of the villa. At the end of the cobblestone path is a pool of clear water. On both sides, there are plane trees.
Next to the trees, there are specially transported Taihu rockery stones.
How much is this villa worth?
Anyway, no matter how he calculated it, Meng Shaoyuan couldn't figure it out.
The door opened and the car drove straight in.
As soon as it stopped, Butler Qiu got out of the car first and opened the rear door:
"Mr. Meng, please."
Meng Shaoyuan got off the car and saw parasols, rattan tables and white rattan chairs on the lawn not far away.
Cai Xuefei just sat there leisurely, sipping a cup of coffee.
Today she wore a small floral cheongsam with her hair in a bun. She looked very different from the evening dress she saw that night. She had a different style.
"Madam, Mr. Meng is here."
"Mr. Meng, please sit down." Cai Xuefei smiled and asked Meng Shaoyuan to sit opposite her: "Mr. Meng, would you like tea or coffee?"
"Tea." Meng Shaoyuan was not used to drinking coffee.
Butler Qiu asked the servant to serve Meng Shaoyuan tea, and then stood far away.
The location he chose was also very particular.
You can't hear their conversations, but you can always wait for a call.
"Mr. Meng, I'm so sorry for inviting you here so rashly." Cai Xuefei smiled particularly charmingly.
Meng Shaoyuan observed carefully, and he couldn't see what he wanted on Cai Xuefei's face for the time being: "I heard that countless people in Shanghai are queuing up to wait for Mrs. Qiangwei's invitation. Meng... Xiaoyuan is just a foreigner, but he is so... Fortunately, that is my luck.”
Fortunately, he still remembered that his name was "Meng Xiaoyuan".
"That day at the dance, Mr. Meng auctioned off my necklace and gave it back to me. Xuefei was grateful, so she has been thinking about how to repay Mr. Meng. I took the liberty of inviting you here today." Cai Xuefei's eyes fell on Meng Shaoyuan's hanging necklace. On the bandaged arm: "Mr. Meng is injured?"
"It fell." Meng Shaoyuan said perfunctorily: "Madam is too polite. Meng Xiaoyuan just came back from the United States and heard about Madam's name. That day, he could not only help the victims of the Sichuan disaster, but also do something for Madam. He killed two birds with one stone. What a pleasure. Not?"
"Thank you, how long do you plan to stay in Shanghai, Mr. Meng?" Cai Xuefei suddenly asked.
"Ah, I'm helping my uncle. He's planning to open a restaurant in Nanjing, and he may send me to Nanjing to explore."
"I remember, Lao Ge, your uncle was from Ningbo. In the ninth year of the Republic of China, he went to Shanghai alone. He became an apprentice in a foreign company and worked step by step. Later, he was hired as the Chinese general manager of the International Hotel." Cai Xuefei was not satisfied. He said quickly:
"Lao Ge and I have known each other for a long time. I remember that there is no one in his hometown for a long time. When did a nephew come back from studying in the United States?"
Meng Shaoyuan was startled.
Immediately, he noticed a hint of joking flash across Cai Xuefei's eyes, and his heart brightened.
No need to think about it, Cai Xuefei may have already doubted her identity.
He wasn't too worried. After all, the mission had been completed and he would return to Nanjing soon. So what if the other party knew about it?
He smiled and said: "It seems that this matter can't be hidden after all. Madam, I won't hide it from you. Manager Ge is an elder friend of mine. I came to Shanghai this time actually for smuggling, for fear of encountering those anti-smuggling agents." , so I assumed an identity.”
Shanghai is a paradise for smuggling.
International smuggling, gang smuggling, and private smuggling.
Smuggling drugs, smuggling opium, smuggling arms, in short, if you want to make money, someone will definitely take the risk to smuggle it.
No one from the anti-smuggling bureau, patrol office, or even Lixingshe's maritime anti-smuggling office in Shanghai confiscated the benefits of these smugglers.
Even if they are caught, these smugglers will at most be fined a sum of money and will be released in less than a day.
So in Shanghai, pretending to be a smuggler is the best disguise.
Cai Xuefei suddenly sighed softly: "Now I can no longer believe in men's lies. I originally thought Mr. Meng was a frank gentleman and could tell a few truths."
"What do you mean, ma'am?"
Meng Shaoyuan frowned.
Cai Xuefei looked at him and said quietly:
"I'm afraid Mr. Meng is from Lixing Society, right?"
