Almost a month later, Huang Jiming received another call from Boss Zhong. He was busy apologizing on the phone. He said that he had neglected Mr. Huang because he was busy with business and was involved in mundane affairs some time ago. He made a special apology to Mr. Mr. Sir. He said that he was very generous and would be forgiving. We will meet at "Yangtze Hotel" tomorrow night to pay special invitation to the young master.
When Huang Jiming heard about the location, he was still satisfied. Of course, as a person of status, he did not agree directly. However, in the end, he reluctantly agreed because of Boss Zhong's sincerity. It was not because Boss Zhong said that he invited several outstanding social butterflies. Woolen cloth. Seeing that Boss Zhong was very sincere, Mr. Huang naturally had a lot of courage and forgave him.
The Yangtze Hotel was originally built by the Frenchman Fares. The main building materials of the Yangtze Hotel were Ming Dynasty city wall tiles. These wall tiles came from Pukou. The hotel has a majestic and simple appearance, while the interior is luxurious and luxurious. It is a model of "Chinese and Western architecture".
In the evening, a group of people came to the Yangtze Hotel. The taste here is indeed extraordinary. Boss Zhong booked a private room on the second floor. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by birds and butterflies. The spring scenery was so beautiful that it made people very unhappy...
Today, there was finally no old Taoist or anyone else stealing the limelight. Mr. Huang had a great time and recited a lot of ancient and modern poems. Naturally, everyone praised the young master for his literary talent.
During the dinner, when the wine was flowing, the lady went to the bathroom. There were two men on the table. Boss Zhong raised his glass to Mr. Huang and asked: "Section Chief, I have recently shipped a batch of goods from Germany and will arrive in Japan soon." After transit, it was shipped to Shanghai. The relationship with Japan seems to have eased a lot now. Does Mr. Huang have any reliable information?" Mr. Huang took a sip of the red wine in the glass and said: "Boss Zhong, I think you are a good person. I'll give you some. Inside information - the Chinese and Japanese embassies have been upgraded from ministerial level to ambassadorial level. You are also aware of the soon-to-be-announced "Order on Diplomatic Relations and Amity", but there are some things that are half-true and half-false. Of course, as a businessman, you don't need to worry about these. , but your goods take the North Sea from Germany, but there is a long way to pass through the territory of Soviet Russia, so be careful! Do you know that the biggest enemy of the national government is the Red Party, and the real purpose of Sino-Japanese friendship is: to drive away wolves Swallowing the tiger will relieve the Japanese of their worries and then fight ghosts with Soviet and Russian ghosts... In addition, I can't say whether there is a plan to deceive the enemy..."
"Ah, thank you, sir. I'm just worried about the safety of the goods. I'm afraid there won't be any problems during this period, right?" Boss Zhong raised his glass again.
"Three to five months will definitely be no problem. The main reason is that some literati and students who are not familiar with current affairs are making trouble now. The Red Party is also making noises about going north to fight against Japan... Who knows what the wind will blow in a few months..." Huang Gongzi Said with some disdain.
"Young master, let's have some fun while we're drinking, and don't talk about politics." Boss Zhong toasted.
That night, Mr. Huang was too drunk and rested at the Yangtze Hotel with the two socialites.
It rained endlessly at night, and He Bilan spent this time stuck in the apartment. The long rainy season is always not suitable for going out. This sentimental season is suitable for lying on the sofa, sipping coffee, and reflecting on your thoughts.
"The May wind blows on the flowers,
The blossoming flowers reveal their fragrance.
If the flowers do know.
Understand the vicissitudes of the sea of people.
It should bow its head and cry to its death.
The May wind blows on the trees.
The birds on the branches sang.
What if the birds are aware.
Understand the ebb and flow of the sun and the moon.
It should take a breath and hide in shame. "
On the radio was Zhou Xuan's melodious singing voice. This was her new song "Wind in May" last year... Female stars are always enviable. He Bilan was also outstanding in talent and appearance, but fate made her have to be like a mouse. In this beautiful season, hiding in this apartment is just a waste of time, and people are about to get moldy.
At this time of grief, after 10 o'clock, a call sign came from the radio: "The following is the announcement of the passenger ferry information from Shanghai to Tokyo..." This is a type of contact signal, which means to notify all "moles" of their activities. ——I have to go out to communicate again. She had read the daily newspapers, the moles had sent out safety signals on time, and everything was normal.
The next day, I just packed up and went out. I bought the day's newspaper from the newsstand downstairs according to the management. I should pay attention to the daily news and news routines. Today's major newspapers have published the National Government's "Order on Maintaining Diplomatic Relations and Amity": "Our country's current urgent task is to cultivate politics and promote culture internally in order to enrich our national strength. Externally, we must uphold international integrity and jointly maintain international peace, and Good neighborliness is particularly important. The central government has repeatedly warned that our citizens must maintain good relations with friendly countries and must not express words or behaviors that exclude or incite ill feelings towards friendly countries. In particular, they must not organize any group for this purpose to hinder state-to-state relations. I hereby reiterate the prohibition, I hope you will abide by it carefully. If you violate it, you will be severely punished. This order."
It seems that the government really does not intend to be an enemy of Japan, and his rat-like life should be freed as soon as possible. No wonder, the superiors asked everyone to step up intelligence collection - those on the operational side should also have received instructions, and there will be a big operation soon.
Although she was happy, He Bilan was careful and attentive all the way, and did not take it lightly because of the improvement in the situation. However, she did not notice that there was a pair of eyes in the distance that had been watching her for a long time.
At a breakfast shop on Gongyuan Street near the Confucius Temple, Lao Li, who was reading a newspaper while eating breakfast, threw the newspaper on the table angrily and said angrily: "Boss, what do you think is going on in the government? You want to fight with the little devil?" Goodwill, this is not seeking skin from a tiger—forgot to die?”
The fat man quickly gave Lao Li a big bag of fresh meat, stuffed his mouth, and said, "Brother, just keep your mouth shut. If this little brat talks, he can go back to his hometown in Japan." I changed my career and started talking about cross talk..."
Boss Ma was dressed as a gangster today, wearing a black silk jacket and black trousers, a pair of round sunglasses, and a plaster on his face. He looked like he was not a good person. He glanced at the newspaper sideways and muttered: "The news in the newspaper Nonsense, do you believe it? Why do you keep doing it? If you can rely on the news in these newspapers, even a sow would have to climb a tree."
With the instructions from the summit, the two elites naturally had a backbone, and they refreshed themselves to deal with the breakfast in front of them with all their strength.
After breakfast, the three of them wandered across the Qinhuai River and arrived near Dashiba Street, where there were many gang stalls.
According to informants, several gangs are actively recruiting people recently, especially the "Qinglong Gang". The Qinglong Gang is a gang composed of local ruffians and hooligans. It sells cigarettes, traffics people, and opens gambling houses... It can be said that it has all five evils, because now it is The most kind place in the country has been restrained, but everyone on the street knows that the government has the final say during the day, and the gangs have the final say at night. The government has the final say above ground, and the gangs have the final say underground...
The three of them came to the Qinglong Gang stall. The registration process was very simple. Just write down your name and ask about the general situation. Even if you are joining the gang - this is the outer area, write down your contact information and wait for the gang to call. It is said that there will still be lectures from the gang leader in the future. and other things, in short, they are very confusing and incomprehensible.
Boss Ma's registered name is: Ma Tianyu. This time, he didn't dare to let people from the Secret Service give him a name, for fear of causing something that would make him uncomfortable again.
Fatty registered as Yang Sanwan, and Lao Li registered as Li Li. They were both very simple.
After the registration was completed, the three people's eyes met. The fat man put aside a hemp pole that looked like a small boss, first handed him a "three forts" and asked: "Brother, these guys were just helping and didn't understand the rules. How about you?" Please give me some tips..."
Ma Gan took a puff of cigarette and said with a slightly brighter expression: "It's easy to say, as long as you obey the instructions from above, everyone will get rich. Our boss is the richest one..."
"Brother, please give me your last name..." Boss Ma, who is also good at acting, asked with a smile on his face.
"Brother? You don't dare. There is only one eldest brother in our gang, the gang leader - Mr. Pang. Just call me Qi Jiu." said the thin man.
"That's Brother Ninth..." Boss Ma knows the rules and is joking. He has watched a lot of Young and Dangerous movies in the past. This time he came here to get information. He is not a leader in the Confucius Temple. Of course he has to keep a low profile.
"I wonder why the leader of the gang called the brothers together? They are helping, but they don't give out money or rice. They stay here every day and they are going to grow hairy." The fat man smiled at Qi Jiupai.
"Don't worry, you guys will be busy when the time comes, maybe it won't be possible to have hair..." Qi Jiu said.
"That all depends on Brother Ninth to take care of him." Boss Ma said with a sinister smile, making Lao Li, who couldn't talk to him, wonder if Boss Ma was really a gangster before.
The three of them temporarily found a small courtyard to stay nearby. Three days later one night, they suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. When they saw it, it was Qi Jiu who said mysteriously: "Tomorrow morning, outside Shuixi Gate."
Hearing this, the three of them were overjoyed. The fat man knew this and hurriedly moved Qi Jiu into the house, preparing to get some food and liquor for Qi Jiu to eat and drink before making some excuses. Unexpectedly, Qi Jiu licked his lips and said as if he had made a lot of determination: "The three brothers are on the road, but Brother Jiu has something to do today. I have to inform the other brothers next time."
"Brother Jiu, hard work, hard work!" Having said this, the fat man still stuffed a few coins into Qi Jiu's hands.
After Qi Jiu left, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, then went to sleep peacefully and went to find out what happened early the next morning.
Early the next morning, before dawn, the three of them went to a secluded place outside Shuixi Gate. This place was usually filled with shantytown construction waste and few people came.
Now, here are some two or three gangsters who usually idle around on the street, but today they are all gathered here, such a bunch of monsters and monsters...
After a while, Qi Jiu also came. After seeing the three of them, his face lit up and he whispered: "The third master from the gang will be here today to talk to everyone. Don't talk nonsense then!"
The three of them couldn't agree more.
After another cigarette, the number of people gradually increased. Qi Jiu and some small leaders asked everyone to quiet down. Everyone stood in a mess here and there, waiting for the person in charge to speak.
After a while, I saw about a dozen thug-looking men in black clothes and black trousers, surrounded by a mustache that was parted in threes and sevens, coming into the crowd.
Mustache found a mound of dirt so that he could stand out. These guys were really a mob, and they didn't know how to build a platform for themselves so that they could see more clearly.
"Brothers, since you are all here, even if you are in the gang, for special matters, there will be no formal rituals such as swearing an oath or burning paper. As long as you register as a gang, it will count. Let me announce the rules. I will have documents for you to check again later. , two coppers per day for each person who passes..." Mustache announced.
Unexpectedly, this gang also has to verify their identity. It seems that this "Qinglong Gang" has some reputation. This trip is the right one, Ma Xiaoguang thought to himself.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard some noises behind me, and someone shouted from behind: "These are black-skinned (policemen)..."
Hearing this, Ma Xiaoguang and the other two people felt tense and thought: "Isn't this going to be exposed?
