While Toshiro Yoshida was on the phone arranging backup, Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty had already arrived at the director's office of the "Palace Museum Shanghai Office" for a long time.
"How's it going? There's nothing missing, right?"
Ma Xiaoguang asked in a solemn and concerned voice. In front of him were Lao Chen and Shopkeeper Luo.
"Sir, don't worry. Everything is fine. But it's a little strange. Why did they just pry the box open yesterday and not take away one or two items?"
After Lao Chen made a solemn statement, he expressed the questions in his heart.
"There are two reasons. One is that the thing is too heavy and the other party may not be able to lift it. Plus you scared them. The other is that the other party probably sees that the box here is fake and doesn't want to bother." Ma Xiaoguang said to Lao Chen explained.
"These guys have made it clear that they are here to find out the truth. Their goal is to get everything, not just one or two things."
The fat man on the sofa next to him added.
"Yes! The Neon people are greedy and suspicious by nature. They are worried that their things will be stolen. They are alerted here and directly move the rest, or change the transportation method, and they will have to be in chaos for a while..." Ma Xiaoguang Said to Lao Chen patiently.
"Neon people pay great attention to planning and organization in their work. Sometimes they are even a bit rigid and dogmatic, but they are really meticulous."
Shopkeeper Luo also said on the side.
"Anyway, everyone should strengthen security, be alert and do whatever you have to do. By the way, Lao Luo, are the seals ready? I have to go to CMA Shipping Company to deliver the contract." Ma Xiaoguang asked.
"It's been done a long time ago. Aren't those things just a trick?"
Shopkeeper Luo said with a smile when he heard this, and took out the sealed contract from the desk drawer.
"Okay, I won't bother Commissioner Yang about sending the contract. I can do it alone."
Ma Xiaoguang greeted everyone, then went out to call a rickshaw and rushed to the DAF Shipping Company.
"Oh, it's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Ma! Compared with other departments of the government, your actions are simply too fast!"
Looking at the sealed contract, Manager Pei was also very happy and praised it repeatedly.
"We have no choice. The stakes are high, so we can only do our best. We will start loading the ship tomorrow. Please inform the liner to pack up the warehouse."
“Don’t worry, our CMA CGM company has always had an excellent reputation.”
Manager Pei's expression is frank and firm, and his tone is calm and sincere.
Things at the shipping company were settled quickly. Ma Xiaoguang did not rush back to the office in Shanghai, but went to the "Red House" restaurant on Xiafei Road.
"Hi! Jack! Why do you have time to treat me to dinner?"
The romantic primary school beauty Sophie's eyes shone brightly and she started asking questions before Ma Xiaoguang sat down.
"Low profile! I work in the Ministry of Internal Affairs now, so I have to keep a low profile."
Ma Xiaoguang lowered his voice and said to Sophie, saying hello first, so as not to cause trouble for the silly elder sister of the Romantic Country to go out of her way and say things she shouldn't say.
"I'm not interested in your work... let's order food."
Sophie curled her lips and called the waiter to come over and expertly order a few dishes.
Afterwards, the two of them had a tacit understanding. They didn't talk about work or the tasks entrusted by Lao Ke, but just chatted.
From the latest movies to department store promotions, from Alexandre Dumas's novels to interesting places around Shanghai...
After eating, the two actually got on a rickshaw and wandered around. Finally, they went to the Grand Guangming Cinema and watched the movie "Modern Times."
"These government officials are so corrupt!"
Jiang Peida, who was in charge of keeping track, said bitterly to the Black Wood Falcon next to him.
"They are responsible for such a big deal, and they must take advantage of the opportunity to make some profit. That's the case...I will continue to keep an eye on it. You should quickly sort out the records and report to Commander Morizawa."
Blackwood Falcon said to Jiang Peida in a lecture and command tone.
This Jiang Peida is from Baodao. In his opinion, they are all inferior to him. In fact, he is already very polite and polite to them.
Jiang Peida's surveillance records were quickly sent to Yuta Morizawa. Comparing the surveillance records of Commissioner Yang from another group of people, it was obvious that these two people were probably scum of the government and should have been sent to confuse the public.
Surveillance records show that after Commissioner Yang broke up with Secretary Xiao Ma from the "Shanghai Office", he plunged into a long three-story hall in Huifangli...
"These fools!"
Uta Morisawa cursed secretly, threw aside the surveillance records, called Naoto Nagai to bring weapons and equipment, and followed him into the car.
"Captain, do you want to personally monitor it?" Naoto Nagai asked in confusion.
"Of course, in addition to keeping an eye on people, it's more important to keep an eye on the goods! The goods are the key!" Uta Morisawa said firmly.
"Then where are we looking at? This 'office' here is obviously a deception..." Nagai Naoto said.
"No, we have to keep an eye on it! Children only make choices, we are adults, and adults want them all!"
Uta Morisawa said with a meaningful smile.
"Don't be afraid of not having enough manpower. Find more inquisitors and peripherals. As long as these people are given money, they can do anything, but our people must be placed everywhere!"
Morisawa Uta then ordered.
Although he was not convinced by Nanpu Genzo, he also learned and summarized the lessons of Nanpu Genzo's failure and strived to be foolproof.
The two soon arrived at the outskirts of the "Forbidden City Museum Shanghai Office" on Albert Road.
It was listed here not long ago, but it seems to be bustling with people coming in and out from time to time.
Some are holding a plaque, some are holding a vase, and some are holding some scrolls...
"These people are cultural relic dealers in the Yuyuan Garden and City God's Temple area. Most of them sell fakes! They are all well-known in the world."
At the surveillance point opposite, Tang Kun, who was responsible for keeping track, bowed and reported to Uta Morisawa.
"Is there anything unusual about these cultural relic dealers?"
"No, they are all here to sell fake goods. They come out as they go in, or they are empty-handed. There are no abnormalities. There are people at our front and back doors, and nothing flows out..."
"Yo Xi! Keep an eye on the goods carefully. The most important thing is the goods. Of course, people should also keep an eye on them. If there is something obviously abnormal, notify the action team and follow them and take them down quietly!"
"Hi!"
Tang Kun and all the surveillance personnel immediately replied respectfully.
Walking out of the surveillance point, Uta Morizawa asked Nagai Naoto thoughtfully: "By the way, what about the other side? Is there anything unusual about the 'Shanghai Office'?"
"There is nothing unusual. None of their people stay inside and cannot come out. Except for the two women who come in and out from time to time, it seems that the emissary of the Da Mao Kingdom came once."
"But there was no entrapment when they came in or out, and the surveillance records are very clear!"
Naoto Nagai reported in an orderly manner.
"Okay, let both sides work hard. No matter how we ship the goods, we will find a way to prevent them from leaving the French Concession..."
Morizawa Yuta said harshly.
"Can't get out of the French Concession? Are you kidding me? We have booked a boat for the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month in three days."
At the same time, Ma Xiaoguang, who returned to his office in Shanghai, said to the fat man.
"The other party has spent a lot of money this time. People are watching everywhere. I have already hid in Changsan Hall. Fatty, is it easy for me?"
The fat man took a swig of water from the enamel cup and complained to Ma Xiaoguang.
"It's almost the same. I came out of the CMA Shipping Company today, and even when I was eating and shopping, there were tails all the way...these damn offal!"
Ma Xiaoguang smoked a cigarette bitterly and said in a hateful voice.
"It seems like the Japs and the others weren't fooled this time?" Fatty asked with some confusion.
"They are too greedy, they are afraid of something going wrong, and they are not sure which side has the treasure, so they just bet on both sides!"
Ma Xiaoguang said bitterly while thinking about things.
"This can be regarded as killing the old master with a blind fist!" The fat man sighed after hearing this.
"No, I didn't expect the devil to do this, what the hell." Ma Xiaoguang couldn't help but spat.
"Then will our goods still be shipped?"
"Lucky, why not lucky? At worst, when both sides start shooting, I'll let them know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"
Ma Xiaoguang said fiercely.
Three days later, it was February 9, 1937, the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month in the Bingzi year of the lunar calendar.
Three trucks slowly drove out from the "Forbidden City Museum Shanghai Office" on Albert Road.
Lao Li, who was sitting in the cab of the first car, looked nervously at the road ahead.
After driving for a while, the car arrived at the border of the French Concession. A team of patrol officers set up a roadblock at the intersection. The team was led by a white detective, An Tuowen (A
toi
e).
"Sir, temporary inspection, please get out of the car."
The concession patrol said to Old Li politely.
"Our goods are all regular and there is no problem." Lao Li said to the patrolman nervously.
"Whether there is a problem or not, you can only find out after checking it!"
"These goods are very important and cannot be opened casually!"
"Sir, this is a concession, and the concession is governed by the law. We have an order for patrolling the house. Do you need to see it?" the patrolman said in a strange tone.
"Brother Li, MISS Liu gave orders, don't be impulsive!"
Liang Shuang quietly advised Lao Li, who was blushing.
Lao Li hesitated for a while, then waved his hand and asked the team members in the car to open the wooden box.
The police officers swarmed up and their eyes widened when they saw the contents of the box!
"Sir, we want to seize these things! You are suspected of transporting prohibited items!" Detective Antuowen waved his hand without any doubt.
"You are robbers! These things have legal documents!"
When Lao Li heard the panic, he blushed and started shouting. Before he finished speaking, he pulled out a cold gleaming short knife from his body.
"Let me see who dares to come here! If you want to seize something, step over me!"
Lao Li swung his short sword and pulled out a sword. For a moment, it was bright and eye-catching, and the coldness was so chilling that it was terrifying!
When the patrolmen saw him, they showed no sign of weakness and raised the French Lebel M1886 rifle on their shoulders.
"Sir, I have been ordered to seize prohibited items. Please cooperate!" Detective Antuowen said sternly without any fear.
After saying that, Inspector An raised his right hand, and there was a "click" sound, and the patrolmen raised their Lebel rifles.
