The rickshaw stopped at the Qinhuai River.
Confucius Temple by the Qinhuai River.
Since the Japanese occupied Nanjing, a massacre has left Nanjing a river of blood.
It took two years to regain some vitality.
But it has long lost its former glory.
Everything here is so familiar yet strange to Meng Shaoyuan.
He found a small shop and ate the famous Jinling duck blood vermicelli soup that he had been thinking about for a long time when he was in Shanghai.
"Boss, there is spicy oil."
This "Ah, there is spicy oil" is a genuine Nanjing dialect.
After a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, I feel satisfied.
Walking out, you can see small businessmen soliciting business everywhere, children working hard to polish leather shoes, and pickpockets wandering around everywhere, ready to strike.
There is a fruit shop on the roadside.
Meng Shaoyuan looked up and walked in.
The fruit shop is not big, and there is only a young man who looks to be about sixteen or seventeen years old looking after the shop.
As soon as he saw business coming, the young man stood up quickly:
"Boss, what do you want?"
"just looking around."
Meng Shaoyuan picked up an apple, put it under his nose and smelled it.
The young man came closer and whispered: "Godfather."
Although Fan Zhenbang is only a few years younger than Meng Shaoyuan, he is actually Meng Shaoyuan's godson.
In folklore, one of the five little dragons of the "Seven Tigers, Six Leopards and Five Little Dragons".
A former armed guerrilla from Zhu Yanni's Yanzi detachment, he was ordered to lurk in Nanjing last year to serve as an intelligence agent.
Meng Shaoyuan's sudden arrival surprised and delighted Fan Zhenbang.
"is it safe?"
"The Japanese gendarmerie will be patrolling soon."
Meng Shaoyuan said while picking apples: "Help me find Shang Zhensheng."
"yes!"
The head of the Nanjing District of the Military Unification Bureau is Qian Xinmin, and the deputy district chief is Shang Zhensheng, whose pseudonym is Wei Handing.
Last June, on a dark and stormy night, the Japanese Consulate General in Nanjing was holding a reception to welcome the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs Ruzaburo Shimizu.
More than 20 important officials from Japan's foreign affairs and military authorities and Liang Hongzhi of the puppet reform government attended.
The security outside the venue was tight, and the order inside the venue was orderly. Everything looked so pleasant and peaceful. Senior Japanese military and political officials talked loudly and exchanged cheers, while the traitors of the puppet regime greeted them with smiles and flattery.
And just when everyone drank the wine in the cup, suddenly everyone's faces were distorted, and then they fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and twitching!
The venue suddenly felt like a cauldron exploded, with gunshots, screams, cries, broken glass, running... all kinds of sounds mixed together, making the scene extremely chaotic.
"Someone poisoned me!"
The stunned Japanese agents took a long time to react. They scanned the crowd with vigilant eyes and took out their pistols, looking for the poisoner.
On the night of June 10, 1939, the Japanese press at the time called it the "Nanjing Poison Massacre."
Those poisoned by the Japanese side this time included senior Japanese generals, Army Lieutenant General Yamada Otsuzo, and many other junior officers, who were all poisoned in this incident.
It is a pity that the poison dropped was not strong enough, otherwise, the important military generals and senior officials of the Japanese and puppets in China might be gathered here and annihilated.
The person who directed this drama was the Nanjing District of the Military Command Bureau.
Nanjing District is a latent area, nominally under the management of Shanghai District, so Meng Shaoyuan is Qian Xinmin and Shang Zhensheng's direct commander.
After the poisoning incident, Meng Shaoyuan in Shanghai also received an award inexplicably.
"Yes, let me get ready." Fan Zhenbang just finished speaking when he saw a small group of Japanese military police walking by.
"That's it." Meng Shaoyuan pointed to the apples he picked out.
"Okay, boss, please wait a moment."
Just as Fan Zhenbang was talking, a Japanese sergeant came in with two soldiers.
"Hello, Taijun."
Meng Shaoyuan and Fan Zhenbang immediately bowed and said.
The difference is that Meng Shaoyuan used pure Japanese.
The sergeant looked at him: "Are you Japanese?"
"No, Chinese." Meng Shaoyuan said immediately: "I studied at Tokyo Imperial University in Japan for three years. That experience was the most unforgettable three years in my life."
"Yo Xi, very good." Sergeant looked very satisfied: "China and Japan are friendly."
"China and Japan are on good terms, Taijun, please smoke." Meng Shaoyuan took out his cigarette.
He diligently lit a cigarette for the sergeant and stuffed most of the pack of cigarettes into the sergeant's pocket: "I came to Nanjing to find a friend, but I really don't know the way."
"Yours, go with him." The sergeant pointed at Fan Zhenbang.
"Okay, Taijun, please have an apple."
Fan Zhenbang gave each of the three Japanese an apple.
The sergeant smiled with satisfaction.
What is China-Japan friendship?
This is China-Japan friendship!
These Chinese people have been completely conquered spiritually!
The Japanese sergeant even personally stopped a rickshaw for Meng Shaoyuan.
"Zhanyuan Lane."
The rickshaw ran very fast and soon stopped at the entrance of Zhanyuan Lane.
Meng Shaoyuan got off the bus and paid the fare.
Fan Zhenbang, who followed the rickshaw all the way, walked into a Wuyang store that specializes in selling foreign oil and matches: "Boss, I want to buy a pound of foreign oil, and I want it from the American Delisson brand. Others are not as good as this brand."
"There are not many Delisheng brands left, only eight taels left."
"I want them all, and I want to buy two boxes of matches. I want the kind with women on them."
"I have to help you look for it. How about you sit inside for a while?"
"Okay."
The shopkeeper shouted to the back room: "At home, come out and help look after the store."
A young woman came out of the back room.
Her name was Yang Jinghan, an employee of Mingde Girls' High School with an American church background. In the autumn of 1938, she married Shang Zhensheng, whose pseudonym was "Wei Handing". In 1939, she was developed into a military reunification agent.
The shopkeeper Shang Zhensheng recognized Meng Shaoyuan from the moment he came in. He calmly invited him and Fan Zhenbang to the back room, and then closed the door:
"District Chief Meng, why are you here?"
"I'm here to perform a task and announce a reward." Meng Shaoyuan took out a check from his pocket: "On June 10, the 28th year of the Republic of China, the Nanjing District of the Military Command Bureau, under the leadership of District Chiefs Qian Xinmin and Shang Zhensheng , successfully poisoned the Japanese Consulate General in Nanjing, a special award of 30,000 yuan is given to commend the meritorious personnel!"
"Serve the party and the country with all your loyalty!"
Shang Zhensheng stood at attention and whispered.
Meng Shaoyuan handed him the check: "This time I come to Nanjing, my actions will be kept secret. No one is allowed to know except you."
"Where's District Chief Qian?"
"Neither can he."
He vaguely remembered that Qian Xinmin seemed to have rebelled, resulting in Shang Zhensheng and many others being captured, and Nanjing District suffered a devastating blow.
But whether this was the case, he didn't remember clearly.
What if I make a mistake?
Moreover, the Nanjing District led by Qian Xinmin had just made outstanding achievements. It was unreasonable for me to deal with him at this time.
We can only temporarily remove this person from the task list.
"Yes, District Chief Meng, what is my mission?"
"From now on, you are the general manager of Handing Wuyang Co., Ltd., a rich man!"
