"There is a plan, but it's not big..."
When Ma Xiaoguang heard what the fat man said, he immediately sat up and said.
Before he finished speaking, he heard someone knocking on the door.
The people who came in were Lao Li who was disguised as "Mumu Shisan" and Xiao Lu who was "Takagi Sheba".
"Sir, the money in all the Neon people's accounts has been transferred, and we're going to let everyone else go?"
Lao Li asked aloud after entering the room.
"Yes, let the others go...but the neon merchants should react in two days. We have to arrange some people to cooperate."
"Find two reliable people and tell them to wait for the neon merchants to move and ask our people to follow them so that they won't suffer any loss."
Ma Xiaoguang nodded, agreed with Lao Li's opinion and gave the next instructions.
Old Li followed the order, while Xiao Lu helped the fat man sort out the pile of documents that made his head ache.
…
On January 30, a large number of people came to the Hongkou patrol room early in the morning.
"Evil liar!"
"Damn patrol room..."
"Repay our hard-earned money!"
A group of businessmen emotionally surrounded Norizo Ogi, the director of the Japanese stock market, and they vented their strong dissatisfaction with each other.
The unpleasant breath and the flying spit made Oki Norizo and his patrol officers breathless, but they couldn't have an attack and could only endure it desperately...
Damn it, I don’t know where the scammer was so bold that he pretended to be a Japanese prisoner from the concession!
Although he had already greeted everyone's female relatives countless times in his heart, Omu Nori suppressed his dissatisfaction - most of the people who came to cause trouble were well-known bosses in the concession, and he could not offend him.
After a long time, with the rescue of a group of patrolmen, Chief Omu was finally separated from everyone.
"Everyone, please send one or two representatives to come over and state the situation to me, while the rest and the patrolmen will take notes."
Norizo Oki said in a hoarse voice while wiping the saliva on his face.
The merchants had vented a bit, and they were no longer as excited as when they first arrived. The matter had to be resolved, so they had no choice but to go separately with the patrolmen to make notes.
Chief's office.
"Mr. Watanabe, please tell me in detail what happened..."
Norizo Oki bit the bullet and asked Watanabe Nobutetsu, who had calmed down a little.
As soon as he heard Norizo Oki's words, Watanabe Nobutetsu felt as if there were thousands of wild cats scratching his heart, scratching himself in excruciating pain!
"This matter has to start four days ago..."
Watanabe Nobutetsu's tone was filled with depression and pain, pain and regret, and regret and resentment...
Norizo Oki could only let his subordinate Shun Kiritani take notes while he kept comforting Nobutetsu Watanabe.
After working hard for nearly two hours, the transcript was finally completed.
"You must help me find those liars!"
With tears in his eyes, Nobutsu Watanabe said to the two patrolmen through gritted teeth.
Norizo Oki could only comfort him with kind words for a while and then sent Nobutsu Watanabe out of the office.
As soon as the person arrived at the door, he heard another noise outside.
"The patrol room colludes with liars, it must be found out!"
"Hand over the liar..."
This time, the visitors were mainly white-skinned, with some Chinese people occasionally shouting.
The content of the shouting cannot be said to be exactly the same as the neon merchant just now, but exactly the same.
This shouting made the Hongkou patrol room that had just calmed down boil again, and this time the internal and external attacks were even worse than before...
Outside there was a group of excited people shouting excitedly, and inside there was the buzz of a group of people whose emotions were ignited again.
What's even worse is that there are many reporters from newspapers and radio stations who are good at recording the scene with cameras and notebooks.
It is estimated that after the troublemakers are stabilized, the reporters will pounce on them again.
Norizo Oki and the police officers felt like their heads were going to explode...
The key point is that these people are now victims, and most of them, especially those from Neon, have money and status. They cannot be beaten or scolded, but they must be comforted with kind words.
"Hurry up and call the police station for support! I will also contact Mr. Akagi..."
Oki Nori San rushed to Kiritani Shun and ordered quickly - now things are about to go out of control, the only way is to blow the whistle to "shake people".
The third floor of an apartment not far from the Hongkou patrol room.
The fat man put down the telescope in his hand and almost laughed.
"Don't laugh in a hurry. We have to prepare for the next step. The Chinese New Year is tomorrow. Let's pack up and get ready to go. Let Gao Chao and the others continue to monitor this place. Let's go to Jing'an Temple Road."
Ma Xiaoguang stood up and ordered the fat man.
The fat man got the order and quickly called Gao Chao from the next room and asked him to follow the order...
Jing'an Temple Road is also a bit messy now.
The New Year is approaching, and the patrol officers are already busy with many things. Now there is another "big incident" in Hongkou, and the police force is even more insufficient on the streets.
Jing'an Temple Road, which is usually bustling, is now a bit messy.
Zhang Desheng walked alone on the street, somewhat indifferent to the chaos, and even a little happy.
Those neon profiteers were said to have been defrauded of a lot of money, and those who did it were so courageous that they even pretended to be patrolling the concession!
Of course these are not important, what is important is that they succeeded.
Although these things had nothing to do with Zhang Desheng, he still felt a little relaxed in his heart, and his steps became much lighter.
Come to Daguangming Cinema, where Zhang Desheng works.
Most of the movies shown here are the latest and most beautiful Chinese movies. It is one of the most popular and modern entertainment venues for Shanghai people.
Zhang Desheng's job is a technical job - showing movies.
When I opened the door of the screening room, I saw a young man wearing a windbreaker inside.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Zhang Desheng couldn't help but feel excited and asked aloud.
"Master Zhang, right? Don't be afraid, we have something to ask you."
The young man smiled harmlessly and held a small leather box in his hand.
The suitcase was opened, and inside were several movie copies, and a lot of banknotes—including Japanese yen, American knives, and two sealed ocean envelopes.
Zhang Desheng was familiar with movie copies, but he had never seen so many bills except when he burned paper for the old man during the New Year.
"Master Zhang has been doing this business for four years?"
"yes……"
"There is a movie here. It starts at three o'clock in the afternoon. Master Zhang, please show it."
"This is against the rules. The film is scheduled."
"What? This money is not enough?"
The young man's tone became a little cold, and his eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to pierce Zhang Desheng.
"No, it's not..."
Zhang Desheng responded vaguely, and now his heart was just like the streets before - a mess.
"By the way, there is a photo here, Master Zhang, you can take a look at..."
The young man seemed to have thought of something and took out a photo from his windbreaker pocket.
The moment Zhang Desheng saw the photo, he was stunned.
