The partner Tang Cheng found for Zhang Jianghe was naturally Zhou Hongzhuang. When he rescued Zhou Hongzhuang yesterday, Tang Cheng did not find any other living members of the Shanghai underground party at the scene of the battle. Before Zhou Hongzhuang truly believed in herself, Tang Cheng could not find other hiding places of the Shanghai underground party. Even if Tang Cheng went out and found the Shanghai underground party members by accident, I am afraid that the other party would not believe in him hastily. Maybe by then, The other party would also mistakenly believe that Zhou Hongzhuang had betrayed the Shanghai underground party organization.
At dinner, Zhou Hongzhuang woke up from her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. She was the only one in the room. On the table beside the bed, there was a large bowl held by a porcelain plate. A scent was faintly coming from the bowl. The edge shows through. It was chicken soup. Zhou Hongzhuang still vaguely remembered the chicken soup her mother had cooked for herself. It seemed to have this fragrance.
Zhou Hongzhuang, whose arms and thighs were wrapped in gauze, was not considered a serious casualty. She was weak and weak at the moment, just because of excessive blood loss. Looking at the big bowl on the table, Zhou Hongzhuang couldn't help but twitch her nose, thinking that the smell was really good. "You finally woke up. I thought you wouldn't wake up until we were sleeping." The door was pushed open, and Tang Cheng, who had taken off his suit and put on home clothes, came in from the door.
Seeing this young man who was about the same age as herself, but with a hint of sharpness in his eyebrows, Zhou Hongzhuang's first reaction was to immediately close her eyes and enter a "coma" state. Zhou Hongzhuang's reaction made Tang Cheng secretly laugh. He walked to the table and sat down in the chair. Tang Cheng reached out and uncovered the porcelain plate that was upside down on the big bowl. The porcelain plate covering the big bowl was taken down by Tang Cheng, and the aroma of the chicken soup became stronger and stronger. Zhou Hongzhuang, who pretended to be unconscious, could only bear the pain because it was so fragrant.
"Stop pretending, I know you are awake." Tang Cheng's slightly smiling voice sounded, which made Zhou Hongzhuang, who closed her eyes and pretended to be dizzy on the bed, very angry, but she resisted and remained motionless. "Oh, you really can endure it! This bowl of chicken soup is not only added with herbs that nourish blood and qi, but is also stewed with a whole three-yellow chicken. Mother Zhou's skill in simmering chicken soup is really beyond words, just smell it This smell makes me want to drink this bowl of chicken soup."
Zhou Hongzhuang, who had been holding back, now really hoped that this guy who was chattering like a fly would disappear from the room immediately. But her expectation was obviously unreasonable and unattainable. Zhou Hongzhuang, whose mouth was already full of saliva, simply opened her eyes with a sudden sigh of relief. "Wake up, drink this bowl of chicken soup when you wake up! The doctor said that your injury is not serious. As long as you ensure that your blood supply can keep up, the injury can recover faster."
Tang Cheng laughed heartily. Looking at Zhou Hongzhuang who could only use one hand to drink soup clumsily, Tang Cheng secretly sighed that underground party members were strong, and was made to laugh by Zhou Hongzhuang's action of stretching her neck to drink soup. . After drinking a bowl of delicious and warm chicken soup, Zhou Hongzhuang's originally pale face finally showed some rosy color, and her spirits improved significantly. Zhou Hongzhuang drank chicken soup, and the rest of the matter went much smoother. Half an hour later, two middle-aged women hired by Tangcheng not only washed Zhou Hongzhuang's hair, but also helped her change into personal clothes.
Lying dry on the soft bed, Zhou Hongzhuang, whose hair was wiped with dry towels by two middle-aged women, was looking intently at Tang Cheng who was standing in front of the window. As if he noticed Zhou Hongzhuang looking at him, Tang Cheng, who was standing by the window, turned around and looked at Zhou Hongzhuang and said with a smile. "This room faces the sun. The doctor said that getting more sunshine will help your injury recovery. You can stay here to recuperate without any worries. I will help you with other things."
When Tang Cheng said the last sentence, he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word. Zhou Hongzhuang nodded silently. She obviously understood what Tang Cheng wanted to express. As long as they come, let them be. Although they still don't know who Tang Cheng and the others are, Zhou Hongzhuang can see that the other party has no ill intentions towards her, especially the middle-aged man who is missing an arm. He seems to have something to say about him. Unclear sense of closeness.
In the next few days, Tang Cheng went out early and came back late all day long. The person who came to visit Zhou Hongzhuang every day was Zhang Jianghe. Tang Cheng was naturally happy to see this scene. At least this way, Zhang Jianghe would no longer be idle all day long. "Tang, this is the information you want. The patrol room is also paying attention to this matter, but my insider said that there seems to be Japanese involvement." Hans handed a file to Tang Cheng. Obtained through the inside line of the patrol house in the concession.
Tang Cheng asked Hans for help, but did not tell him the inside story. Although Hans had some guesses, he did not know what role Tang Cheng played in it. With the information that Hans helped find, Tang Cheng had a clear understanding of the current situation of the Shanghai Underground Party in the Shanghai Concession. He also had information about several gangs in the Concession. There are many gang organizations in Shanghai, and the most famous among them is the Qing Gang. Among the gang members Tangcheng encountered that day, several were members of the Qing Gang.
Shanghai is the base camp of the Qing Gang. The Qing Gang not only has a large number of people in Shanghai, but also has connections with all aspects of people in Shanghai. It is obviously impossible to deal with the Qing Gang, but Tang Cheng does not intend to let go of those gang forces who secretly work for the Japanese, especially the Sihai Gang who is currently paying attention to him. According to the case files of the patrol room in the concession, at least more than half of the gang members who died in the courtyard that day were members of the Sihai Gang. Tangcheng would never believe that the Sihai Gang had nothing to do with the Japanese.
As night slowly fell, Shanghai entered a glitzy world of feasting and feasting. Tang Cheng sat in the car borrowed from Hans and looked through the car window at the Lihua Ballroom across the street. This Lihua Dance Hall is one of the many properties of the Sihai Gang. According to the information provided by Hans, Sun Baohua, the leader of the Sihai Gang, will meet here tonight with an opium merchant from Sichuan. Tang Cheng had never seen this Sun Baohua, and Hans had no photos of Sun Baohua. The only characteristic that Tang Cheng knew about Sun Baohua was that he was missing a little finger on his left hand.
As time passed, the entrance of Lihua Ballroom gradually became lively. More and more men in black were seen outside the door of Lihua Ballroom. Tang Cheng in the car knew that the real owner was about to appear. A few minutes later, a car drove up from a distant street. As Tang Cheng watched, the car slowly stopped at the entrance of Lihua Ballroom. A short, stocky man in black stepped forward and opened the door of the car. . Tang Cheng then opened the triple eyepiece and looked at the people coming out of the car. The first person to get out of the car was a strong man in black sitting in the passenger seat, and then a middle-aged man in a shirt got out of the back seat of the car. man.
The other party was wearing a long gown. Because of the sleeves, even if Tang Cheng had opened the triple eyepiece, he could not clearly see the other party's left hand. After thinking for a moment, Tang Cheng, who had been waiting in the car, opened the door and got out of the car, then walked slowly across the street to the Lihua Ballroom with a calm look on his face. It was the time when the night life of Shanghai began. A young man dressed like a rich man like Tang Cheng was a frequent visitor to the dance hall, so his appearance did not attract the deliberate attention of the men in black outside the Lihua Ballroom.
Tang Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed a man and a woman into the Lihua Ballroom, but the man in a long gown who had noticed him earlier was nowhere to be seen. Tang Cheng looked around, and finally sat down in front of the bar on the left side of the ballroom. He casually asked the bartender for a beer, and then began to look at the various people in the ballroom one by one. Lihua Ballroom is not the best ballroom in the concession, but there are not many people who come here to have fun. Tang Cheng, who was sitting in front of the bar, observed secretly, but never saw the figure of the man in the long gown.
Tang Cheng was good-looking, and from the look of his clothes, he looked like he was from a wealthy family. Soon, young women dressed in fashionable styles came over to chat with Tang Cheng. Tang Cheng ignored the young women, but ordered a glass of wine from a dancer who looked to be in her thirties, and then took out a few bills and showed them to her. "Do you know Sun Baohua from the Sihai Gang? Tell me where he is. This money is yours."
The banknotes that Tangcheng took out were all with a face value of 20 yuan. These banknotes amounted to hundreds of yuan at least. For some dancers who had passed their time, these banknotes were their income for more than a month. The middle-aged dancer first glanced at Tang Cheng with doubt, and then at the few banknotes in Tang Cheng's hand. As if thinking about it secretly, she drank the glass of wine in one gulp and reached out to grab the banknotes tightly. in hand.
"There is an office on the second floor of the ballroom. Sun Baohua usually goes to the office upstairs when he comes to the ballroom." The middle-aged dancer's voice was low, but it was enough for Tang Cheng to hear clearly. She followed her gaze and glanced at the second floor of the ballroom. Floor, Tang Cheng took out a few more banknotes and stuffed them into the opponent's hands.
"If you have nothing to do, you'd better go home first. I personally suggest that you'd better work in a dance club. This... is not a good place." When he handed the money to the other party, Tang Cheng also lowered his voice and explained. , and then with a look of astonishment on the middle-aged dancer's face, she stood up and left the bar, heading towards the stairs leading to the second floor. According to Tang Cheng's previous style of doing things, he was determined not to expose his existence in public.
But tonight, Tang Cheng was holding a fire in his chest, and he needed to vent it out. The Sihai Gang, who secretly helped the Japanese and abetted the evil, was obviously a good target for venting. The intelligence provided by Hans showed that in the yard where he rescued Zhou Hongzhuang, when the concession patrol room finally collected the bodies, at least six bodies belonging to underground party members were found in the main room. Tonight is the time for Tang Cheng to avenge the six underground party members. Otherwise, Tang Cheng, who is feeling heavy, may not be able to sleep tonight.
