"I accidentally learned that the Shanghai Intelligence Station of the Military Command wanted to take action against the Japanese troops stationed around Shanghai. I now hand over all the Japanese military deployments I have to the organization. If our party's guerrillas also have the same plan, please proceed with caution. There are two more One hundred thousand dollars to fund the party membership."
At the Fuxing Pawn Shop on Foch Road, Lu Boda read the writing on the paper, then picked up the lighter on the table, lit it, put it in the ashtray, and even lit a cigarette with the burning paper.
He looked at the twenty-dollar knives placed in the box, shook his head and sighed, working in a place like Shanghai, where people are obsessed with life and money, there is no doubt that there is a huge need for party dues, and everything costs money. However, the Shanghai underground party organization has the most abundant funds in the past two years. It has basically never spoken to the central government, and almost all of it has been contributed by Comrade Pei Min.
"Comrade Pei Min sent us information about the Japanese defense situation around Shanghai, as well as at ports and stations, and also sent us US$200,000 in party dues to support the work of our underground party organization in Shanghai."
Liu Qiulan put the hot water on the table, glanced at the wealth on the table that was beyond the reach of ordinary people, and sighed: "Comrade Pei Min is in the wrong profession as a Red Team killer. He alone can do more than hundreds of us." make money."
"It's not easy for him now. Have you forgotten the previous phone call? He must be in trouble, otherwise he wouldn't have changed to the one-sided contact like now. He lives alone, and the situation he faces must be more severe."
"Why did he tell us the Japanese army's defense situation?"
"Comrade Pei Min didn't know where he got the news that the Juntong Shanghai Intelligence Station was going to attack the surrounding areas. He thought that our guerrillas might have similar tasks, so he sent the intelligence he collected over. Maybe he wanted to borrow it from us. Hands, sent to the hands of the military commander." Lu Boda said hesitantly: "Comrade Pei Min must have been in contact with the people of the military commander. If he could give it, he should have given it to us at that time. Now that it is given to us, it must be We don’t want to expose our identity. Therefore, we must be cautious when sending these documents. We would rather not send them than let Comrade Pei Min take the risk. This matter needs long-term consideration..."
According to Lu Boda, Wang Yan, who was faced with a more serious situation, returned home and contacted the central government, reporting on his experience during this period and his contact with the military commander. After receiving a reply that he would act according to circumstances, he lay comfortably on the bed. Bed, sleep.
The Japanese Super High School has a telecommunications team that monitors radio stations. Every night, it is a hot time for various forces to contact the rear. Therefore, if conditions permit, Wang Yan is not afraid of sending a telegram at home, because the current technology has not yet reached the point where the specific radio wave appears from dozens of miles away, and can only determine a general direction. During this hot period, in the public concession and the French Concession, there were countless people transmitting news through secret radio stations. A machine that determines the direction of radio waves can shake your head...
Early the next morning, Wang Yan was wearing loose training clothes and doing Tai Chi slowly in the yard.
Today is a rare sunny day. The early spring sun shines on the earth with its unscorched golden rays. On a big tree in the yard, birds are chirping and jumping on the branches, full of vitality.
It was in this environment that a young man with dark circles under his eyes and who had not slept well yawned and opened the door of the garden house and walked in. Seeing Wang Yan boxing, he lit a cigarette and sat on a bamboo chair in the yard. On the bed, his eyes were blurred and lost in thought.
After punching a few punches and moving his body, Wang Yan wiped his face with a towel and looked at the silly boy with a smile: "How about it, how does it feel to be a man?"
Qi Si was smacking his little white teeth in silly joy, but said nothing.
"Okay, looking at your look, I don't need you to follow me today. Just rest well at home. Don't be so stubborn. I'm afraid you'll hit someone with your car and I'll have to pay for another coffee shop. This young man just doesn't know how to control himself. Go to bed quickly."
"Thank you, Brother Yan." Qi Si yawned and stood up, not even able to stand still for a moment before slowly wandering into the house.
Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, washed up, drove to have breakfast, and then went to the arresting room to take a look. The detective does not have much to do, but he still needs to understand the situation in his jurisdiction. For example, how many people died last night, some were hacked to death, and some were crushed to death.
Shanghai Beach at night is full of
Danger to human life. Many people come every day, and many people die every day. Some people do it for a little money, some do it for a bite of food, and some do it for their blood and faith that makes them feel uncomfortable.
After understanding the situation and confirming that there were no problems, Wang Yan went to the warehouse at North Station to learn about the shipment situation. As long as he does these things well and allows the French to make money, he can be free and happy.
The previous batch of goods has been shipped out during this period, and money is gradually returning. The French have begun to send a new batch of goods to continue their journey of making money in the Far East that has lasted for many years.
In the evening, Wang Yan drove to Dafuhao, which is located at the intersection of Xiafei Road and Father Jin Road. Of course, this place is not as prosperous and famous as Paramount, but it is actually not bad. The main reason is that the main businesses of Monopoly and Paramount are different. Paramount mainly focuses on dancing, socializing, drinking and watching shows, but Monopoly operates a casino, provides a place for smoking, and also has striptease performances. Monopoly is worse.
With a facade in the French Concession, Wang Yan, the newly appointed Inspector of Chinese Police in the Central District, is naturally more impressive. As soon as he reached the door, someone came over to lead him in.
"What are you doing today, Detective Wang?"
"I haven't eaten yet. I'll ask your chef to prepare me some decent food until we finish eating."
Immediately, Wang Yan was taken to a corner on the first floor. There were singing and dancing performances on the first floor, gambling and smoking on the second floor, and a room on the third floor for guests to smoke and rest. This is due to the fusion of Chinese and Western cultures, and entertainment venues have the character of a hotel. Without exception, the masters behind them are also foreigners. For example, this wealthy business, as far as Wang Yan knew, was a partnership between a few people from the public management bureau, run by a comprador, and also involved the Qing Gang, and finally set up such a stall.
In fact, it’s nothing. In this era, the Youth Gang is very powerful, and the Youth Gang is involved in all walks of life. The rickshaw pullers at the lowest level, and even some unscrupulous begging gangs, all have the shadow of the Qing Gang. In addition, there are various trade unions, and the Youth Gang actually plays a role.
As for the comprador, really speaking, Wang Yan was doing comprador work. He helps foreigners make money from Chinese people. Although this does help China, it still cannot change the essence of what he does.
He just sat down on his seat. Liu Yitong walked over unsteadily and sat down opposite him: "I thought you, Inspector Wang, had just died. The old man had to rest for a while. I didn't expect that it had only been two days since the first seven days." , just come out and be cool?"
"Hey, there's nothing cool about it. I just came here to have dinner and drink some wine. Besides, people can't be resurrected. Those who are alive have to live their own lives. But you, Captain Liu, are really cool. You eat and drink every day. It’s fun, there are no worries. Unlike me, it’s difficult to be forced by the Japanese to cooperate and make too much money for the French..."
"You are like a full man who doesn't know a bad man is hungry. I still want to be like you, but I don't have the ability." Liu Yitong sighed and shook his head, took out a cigarette and lit it, with a melancholy look on his face.
Wang Yan leaned forward: "You helped me twice and reciprocated a favor. I also helped you once and repaid your favor. What do you think?"
Liu Yitong also moved forward, closing the distance between him and Wang Yan. He stared at Wang Yan closely and muttered, "You don't want to help me kill Kang Haibo, do you?"
"Clever! Kang Haibo is a loser. You have almost eliminated him. Why are you still keeping him? If you can't do it yourself, I will help you and blame it on the military commander. Everything will be fine."
"If I had wanted to take action, I would have killed him long ago. As for keeping him here today?" Liu Yitong shook his head, sighed and leaned back on his chair tiredly: "Why don't you think I'm in charge? Isn't it because I'm afraid of being like you? Being targeted by the Japanese? Now that he is in front and flirting with the Japanese, I won't be in trouble. If I sit in the position of detective, do you think the Japanese will let me go?"
"Some things cannot be hidden. You are different from me. I cooperated with the French to make money. When I was the captain, I was always in trouble. Of your three teams, your words are more useful than Kang Haibo. You Do you think the Japanese don't know? Don't deceive yourself, Old Liu, you can't run away." Wang Yan looked at him with a smile: "And have you ever thought about it, Kang Haibo and the Japanese are flirting with each other now, but when
If he is serious about it, in order to consolidate his power and encourage the Japanese to kill you, there will be no place for you to cry. Only when you go up there will the Japanese not act rashly. After all, the captain and the detective are different among the French and Japanese. "
Liu Yitong's eyes flickered, obviously listening. In fact, not only did he listen to it, he was also frightened by it. Because as Wang Yan said, if Kang Haibo asked the Japanese to get rid of him, the Japanese would not hesitate to kill him to control the more obedient Kang Haibo.
The reason why I haven't come to get him now may be that I haven't reached a good agreement with Kang Haibo, or maybe I haven't found a suitable opportunity. After all, he is not Wang Yan, who is rumored to be more capable of fighting in Shanghai. When he goes out, he is always cheered by and followed by others.
After smoking a cigarette, he made up his mind when the waiter started to serve Wang Yan one dish after another. He helped pour Wang Yan's wine and poured himself another glass. He raised his glass and said, "Then I'll leave it to you." ?」
"Of course, I guarantee Kang Haibo won't survive more than three days."
Wang Yan said it was very ordinary, just killing a few people, it was not a big problem. And this Kang Haibo is definitely not from the military command, let alone from the Red Party. Because he can go undercover to the level of a detective, how could he be such an idiot. To a certain extent, these special agents are elites. Even if he cannot reach a high position due to various reasons, he is definitely not a small role that can be dismissed casually. He must be outstanding.
After deciding on this matter, Liu Yitong accompanied Wang Yan to eat and drink, just chatting, talking about the French, the Japanese, and the two parties. For their sake, these are all issues that must be faced. . Japanese warships are cruising overseas, and their troops are stationed in Hongkou, Pudong, and Hongqiao. The French cannot protect them, so they have to find ways to get both sides.
While the two of them were eating and drinking, a woman made a feigned ouch and said, "Isn't this Inspector Wang? It's been a long time since we last seen each other."
Liu Yitong looked at the coquettish Wang Manchun and winked at Wang Yan: "I won't disturb your good mood, Inspector Wang. Miss, please sit here with me and let's go."
Wang Manchun looked at the smiling Wang Yan, pouted and said, "Isn't Inspector Wang very happy to see me?"
"My understanding of women is very simple. Those I can sleep with, those I can't sleep with, those I let sleep with, and those I don't let sleep with. Obviously, we didn't have much fun last time. You know who I am, know my reputation, and If you go up to the top, you are already prepared, but you still play hard-to-get with me. I have no interest in falling in love with women, because I wave and there are many women who want to sleep with me. So if you still want to sleep with me today. If you play tricks on me like last time, I guarantee you will end up miserable. Now, I'll give you a chance to think about it. If you decide, stay. If you don't decide, get out."
Wang Manchun tried her best to control her facial expression and said with a sweet smile: "Inspector Wang is really impatient. Do you treat all women like this? Women are just playthings in your eyes?"
Wang Manchun's words were obviously moved by his true feelings, rather than just a joke. She is a woman who wants to eliminate her identity as a woman and make achievements that are no worse than men. A serious strong woman has gone astray.
Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Of course not, it's just that when you approached me, you were taking advantage of your face and figure as a woman. This is what I also like. A person who hides his head and tail and doesn't tell where he comes from, the two of us still Is there anything else you can say? My intuition tells me that you are not a simple woman, you are a very dangerous woman."
"Then you still dare to sleep with me? Aren't you afraid?"
"Why not? I like your face and your figure. As the saying goes, if you die under peonies, you will be charming as a ghost. I love such beautiful poison. I wish I could have more of it and poison me sooner."
Wang Yan didn't want to talk shamelessly to Wang Manchun, a vicious beauty with a vicious heart. No matter what Wang Manchun's purpose is, this advantage must be taken advantage of. He is not afraid of any conspiracies, he only wants beautiful women with painted skins...
He nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "It seems that you have decided, very good. Have you had dinner? Let's have something together?"
"Forget it, I'll just drink." Wang Manchun asked the waiter not far away for another cup, poured it for himself, and licked the pink lips towards Wang Yan.
He spoke with a sultry tongue: "In recent times, I haven't seen you in any of the dance halls in Shanghai. This doesn't seem like your style."
"It's nothing. The Japanese forced my nanny to spy on me and installed monitoring equipment in my house. A boy discovered it and I struggled with the Japanese for two days. Later, the old man I kowtowed to and worshiped was raped by the military to recruit female cadres. Sanctions have been imposed, and his son is useless. He is not busy arranging funerals, and disposing of those properties, and has been struggling for several days. Besides, you should also know that I work for the French and help them make money. You have to be careful about everything. Where do you think I have time to go out and have fun? It was only today that I had free time, and you showed up again. This is fate. "
Wang Manchun smiled and said, "That's really a coincidence."
"What a coincidence?"
Seeing Wang Yan's smiling eyes, Wang Manchun rolled his eyes and asked, "I heard that your parents were workers before?"
"Yes, I was killed by a bald man. Because I had already worshiped Lin Hongyuan at that time and had nothing to do with those things, so I escaped death, otherwise I would not have been able to escape death back then."
"Then how do you feel about the Chongqing government and the Red Party? Hate?"
Wang Yan shook his head: "It's fear. My parents are gone. This kind of hatred is not something I can bear. I just want to live a rich life. Although I am unfilial, I know that I have done many evil things, so I only care about enjoyment, living in drunkenness and dreaming, without having children. You I can't afford to offend either of the two groups mentioned, and either one can easily kill me. Now the Japanese are making it difficult for me to get along with these two groups. How difficult is it for me to be caught between them? Every day As a grandson, you are walking on thin ice, afraid of making someone unhappy.
But it’s also because I don’t have a family. If one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry, only I will die. This saves me a lot of trouble. Otherwise, you say, no matter which group of people kidnapped my family and threatened me, that is something I cannot bear. I am so foresight..."
He talked about the sadness and sadness, drinking heavily to relieve his worries...
He cannot avoid the problem of his parents, and his identity information is all public, there is no secret at all. Tian Biao asked him before, why didn't he mention it? He was just afraid that if he said something wrong, Wang Yan would be evil and try to get into trouble with their military commander. That would be terrible. So just skip it and pretend you don’t know.
Now that Wang Manchun asked about it, on the one hand, he was looking for something to talk to if he had nothing to say, and on the other hand, it was also because of this background that people really had to remain suspicious. Of course, even if Wang Yan didn't have such a background, the suspicion would not go away.
Wang Manchun stared at Wang Yan who was showing his true feelings with big eyes, trying his best to distinguish whether he was sincere or not. In the end, she felt that it should be more sincere.
Wang Yan was a contradictory person. On the one hand, he had deep connections with the Nanjing government and the Red Party at that time, but on the other hand, he joined the Youth Gang and was a gangster. On the one hand, he likes money and sex, but on the other hand, he does not leave any heirs to inherit the wealth, and only wants to be free and unrestrained. Sometimes he is good to the poor, but sometimes he does very bad things, making it hard for people to understand what he is thinking. Just as Wang Yan was proud of himself, he had no family, and had almost no weaknesses except wealth and wealth. He was a very difficult person to deal with. If not, she wouldn't have gone out to commit suicide.
Glancing at Wang Manchun who was deep in thought, Wang Yan continued to drink heavily. The little girl was still too young...
Just chatting without a word, Wang Yan had eaten and drank enough, and it was still early, so he took Wang Manchun to gamble with him. After winning a small amount, he pulled her upstairs.
Wang Manchun resisted: "I'm not that kind of cheap dancer. Who knows what people did in the guest room here before? Let's change places."
"where to?"
Wang Manchun leaned on Wang Yan half-weakly: "Let's go to your house. I've asked around, but I haven't heard that you have brought any women back home. I want to be the first one."
"You are a thoughtful woman."
"What, you don't dare? Forget it!"
Wang Manchun was about to leave, but Wang Yan pulled her back and held her in his arms. He stretched out his hand to caress her face: "Can the duck in the mouth run away? Just go to my house..."
