Meng Shaoyuan, who officially entered Shanghai, was in a complicated mood at this time.
On the one hand, there is great power and high spirits. On the other hand, he holds great power and is very cautious.
Rights were given by Dai Li, and he even gave Meng Shaoyuan unlimited trust.
There is only one reason for doing this:
Let his subordinates be grateful to him and die as a result.
The saying that the tail is too big to fall off does not actually exist in the secret service, especially in the military.
Because there is only one person in this organization who has the final say:
Dai Li!
As long as he still has the trust of the Chairman, no one can really threaten him.
Even the three giants of military unification later, Mao Renfeng from Zhejiang, Tang Zong from Hunan, and Zheng Jiemin from Guangdong, as long as Dai Li is still alive, they can only serve in an honest way.
The reason is very simple, because the chairman of the committee said that people's energy is limited and it is impossible to do everything by themselves.
For example, if you want to control the spies across the country, you only need to control their heads.
The Chairman did not want to ask questions about the rest of the people, nor did he want to hear their secret reports.
What about Zhang Yifu, the veteran of the Kuomintang spy community, the leader of the Hunan faction, the core of the Nanchang Xingying Investigation Section system, and known as "Zhang Shengren"?
Dai Li allowed him to score three points, and Zhang Yifu allowed Dai Li to score seven points.
Zhang Yifu said to his disciples more than once: "Respect Dai Yunong and don't try to stand on his opposite side. If you want to overthrow Dai Yunong, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky. If he wants to kill you, it will be like killing a dog."
Even if your power management in the local area is intricate and layered, Dai Li can make ten years of hard work come to nothing with just one order from Dai Li.
It is for this reason that once someone is chosen by Dai Li, he will spare no effort to support you and let you take charge of the power without even asking.
He knows that you don't have the guts, qualifications, or capital to betray him.
On the contrary, this kind of trust can also make subordinates devoted to them.
Meng Shaoyuan knew this very well.
Today, he can give you the power, and tomorrow, he can take it back.
The only way to protect this right is to work seriously.
As long as Dai Li is around, no matter how many factions there are within the military system, there will be no chaos.
Unfortunately, there is only one Dai Li.
Early in the morning, Chen Rongyang called and asked if Meng Shaoyuan was free in the evening. He would be the host and treat Meng Shaoyuan, an old classmate, to dinner.
Meng Shaoyuan thought for a while and agreed.
"This is not Chen Rongyang's treat, it's obviously the Hongmen Banquet set up by Cheng Yiming." Putting down the phone, Meng Shaoyuan smiled bitterly: "As an imperial minister, I hold Shangfang's sword, but if I'm not careful, the sword will cut off my own feet. "
"That's your business." Tian Qi muttered: "Those of us who are subordinates just need to do our own thing. The people in the special operations group have settled down, but half of the weapons have not been shipped back."
"What's going on?" Meng Shaoyuan frowned.
"It's a scheduling issue. There aren't many solutions we can think of at the train station, and we're transporting them in the name of factory machines. I'm worried that if we leave them at the train station for a long time, if someone opens the box for inspection... "
What the fuck.
After all, your Master Meng is a major and deputy director of the military command. He has to be hindered even when he pulls his belongings from the train station?
This...is really fucking big Shanghai!
In the past, in Nanjing, Master Meng could do whatever he wanted without any scruples. Now that he has officially come to Shanghai, it is so troublesome to get goods.
"Bring money." Meng Shaoyuan said bitterly: "Find someone you can talk to at the station, the police, officials in the concession. In short, get me the weapons as soon as possible."
"Understood."
Wu Jingyi walked in, carrying several boxes of snacks in her hand: "Director, what you want has been prepared for you."
"Okay." Meng Shaoyuan picked up the snacks: "I'm going to go to Mrs. Qiangwei's place. They gave us such a big house for free. We can't come to Shanghai without saying thank you."
"That's your face." Tian Qi's voice said with evil intentions: "Director Meng, you are very lucky. What about Mrs. Qiangwei, Marshal of the Flower Country? Oh, poor little Zhu."
"Get out!"
Meng Shaoyuan was furious and kicked Tian Qi...
"Shao Yuan, you really kept your promise and really came to Shanghai."
No matter what the occasion, Mrs. Rose is always so elegant.
Although the temperature in Shanghai in summer is not as high as that in Nanjing, it is still bearable.
Cai Xuefei was wearing a plain cheongsam, flat shoes, and a bun. She was sitting under the pergola, holding a cup of coffee.
There are ice cubes in the basins on both sides.
Several bottles of orange water were placed in a pile of crushed ice cubes.
Although with the advancement of science and technology, ice cubes are no longer as expensive as those in ancient palaces, but consuming so much ice cubes every day is definitely not something ordinary people can afford.
"Mr. Meng, what would you like to drink?"
Just as every time I see Mrs. Qiangwei, she has such an elegant temperament. Every time I see Butler Qiu, he always has an expressionless face, as if everyone owes him a sum of money.
"Is there any cold beer?"
As soon as Meng Shaoyuan made this request, Butler Qiu was startled.
Rude and rude, this Meng Shaoyuan is always so rude and rude.
How can you be a guest at someone's house and drink beer as soon as you arrive?
"Please wait."
After all, Butler Qiu was the butler of a wealthy family. Although he disliked Meng Shaoyuan no matter how he looked at him, his demeanor still had to be talked about.
"Shao Yuan, you're really right." Cai Xuefei put down her coffee: "There's a fight in Peiping, but what about Shanghai? Do you think there will be a fight too?"
"It's a matter of time." Meng Shaoyuan had nothing to hide: "However, after the war in Shanghai, the concession is still safe. The Japanese are not so bold for the time being and will fall out with the European and American powers. But, madam, you can lend it to us Regarding the house, it’s best to tell the public that it was sold to us. Ah, I don’t want to hack your house.”
"If Meng Shaoyuan wants it, I'll give it to you." Cai Xuefei sighed softly: "I understand what you mean. If the Japanese occupy Shanghai, you want me to get rid of you as cleanly as possible. It’s also more beneficial.”
This is exactly what Meng Shaoyuan had in mind.
The Japanese occupied Shanghai. Although living in the concession was safe, it was definitely not a pleasant thing to be constantly stared at by the Japanese.
Cai Xuefei suddenly smiled lightly: "Even if the Japanese really come, even though I am a prostitute, am I really afraid of them?"
"Madam, let me put it bluntly." Meng Shaoyuan looked a bit upright today: "The cruelty of those Japanese is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Especially for someone like you who is relatively famous in Shanghai, they will pay special attention to it. I I think from now on, even though I am in Shanghai, I will come to Madam less often."
"Mr. Meng, your beer."
Butler Qiu brought a bottle of beer and a beer glass: "Sorry, there's no ice."
"It's okay, it's okay." Meng Shaoyuan poured beer into the cup, then took out a few crushed ice cubes from the container of orange water, threw them into the beer, and said with a smile:
"Isn't this just ice?"
Cai Xuefei and Butler Qiu were stunned.
Is this okay?
Their habit is to use ice cubes to cool down orange water. They are dirty. How can they be eaten?
The issue is……
This is Meng Shaoyuan!
vulgar.
Butler Qiu looked down on Meng Shaoyuan more and more: "Mr. Meng, you said the Japanese are so scary, I don't think so."
After speaking, he glanced at Cai Xuefei, and when Mrs. Qiangwei nodded to him, Butler Qiu suddenly took out a shell gun from his coat.
Meng Shaoyuan was dumbfounded when he saw it: "Steward Qiu, no wonder you are dressed like this on a hot day. Is it used to do magic?"
Butler Qiu's nose was twisted with anger.
He ignored this rude and rude man, raised his hand, and shot him three times.
Meng Shaoyuan quickly got up and took a look.
Good guy, the gun hit the French plane tree thirty meters away.
"You messed with the sycamore tree."
Meng Shaoyuan muttered and returned to his position: "Butler Qiu turns out to be a sharpshooter."
Butler Qiu put away the gun: "I don't dare to be a sharpshooter, but if the Japanese dare to trouble my wife, they must leave a few heads before they can leave."
"This doesn't make sense. If his head is gone, then he is dead." Meng Shaoyuan seemed to have decided to confront Butler Qiu: "Steward Qiu, it would be great if everyone in the Nationalist Government's army were as sharpshooters as you."
Butler Qiu gave a rare proud smile: "What is there to be afraid of in Japan?"
"It's a pity that there aren't that many sharpshooters in the army. If Butler Qiu becomes a company commander in the army, I'm afraid he won't survive even one day."
Meng Shaoyuan's words made Butler Qiu change his face. Meng Shaoyuan just pretended that he couldn't see it and said slowly:
"Steward Qiu, fighting is not a matter of one person. I also have sharpshooters. But how many people can be killed on the battlefield? The myth that one person is better than thousands of troops has long passed. Nowadays, wars are fought by airplanes. Artillery is an aircraft carrier and a group army's battle.
Most of our soldiers are brave and not afraid of death. They shed blood on the battlefield for the sake of the country, and they only die. But in fighting a war, courage is essential, but courage is not the only thing. We must work together as one, fight together, and risk our lives in exchange for time and space. Butler Qiu, you have lived a comfortable life for too long, and you cannot imagine what a real battlefield is like.
Within a hundred steps, the shot will be perfect, I admit it. But can you bear the smell of blood on the battlefield, seeing brains flying out, and broken limbs and arms everywhere? When the Japanese are roaring and charging under the cover of aircraft and artillery, can your gun-aiming hand still be so stable? You are not a warrior. "
Butler Qiu stared at Meng Shaoyuan angrily.
It's not that he has never killed anyone. Back then, he killed four bandits with his own hands. Wasn't it a corpse lying five steps away? What is the difference between killing Japanese and killing bandits?
"Shao Yuan, I'm starting to worry about you now." Cai Xuefei frowned: "Why should I listen to what you said? Did you come to Shanghai to die this time?"
"Me? Want to die?"
Meng Shaoyuan's eyes widened: "I'm living well, why do I want to die? I, Meng Shaoyuan, have a big head, but I don't want to stay in Shanghai. There will be many places where I can use it in the future."
He is not afraid of death.
But it’s probably not that easy for Master Meng to die so easily!
