Lost and Spy

Chapter 40 The Concession Style
Meng Shaoyuan noticed Kong Jianshan's actions.

He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, spread it flat on the table, opened it, and took out a neatly folded silk scarf from inside.

He carefully wiped the tableware in front of him, very cautiously, as if he was wiping a priceless antique there.

As for Ayako Ito next to him, and the two bodyguards, it was no surprise that they didn't want to help at all.

After all the careful wiping, this is not the end.

Kong Jianshan took out a bottle and a set of tweezers from his right pocket.

Inside, all are medical cotton balls.

He took out tweezers, carefully picked out the cotton ball from the bottle, and continued to wipe the tableware again.

Next, throw away all the used silk scarves and cotton balls.

He has cleanliness.

And it is a very serious cleanliness.

A bodyguard next to him picked up the silk scarf and cotton ball he had used, and threw it towards a wastebasket that was farther away.

A cotton ball fell out of the wastebasket.

Kong Jianshan coughed, and the bodyguard quickly picked up the cotton ball and threw it into the trash again.

Pretty hygienic?

But Meng Shaoyuan soon realized that he was wrong.

Kong Jianshan put the wiped tableware neatly.

After taking a look, I moved a fork up a little bit to align it with the knife, and sat up straight with satisfaction.

OCD!
Kong Jianshan not only has cleanliness addiction but also has obsessive-compulsive disorder!
Both of these diseases are neuropsychiatric diseases and belong to "terminal illnesses" for which there is no good treatment.

Meng Shaoyuan was all too clear on this point.

The more stressful, the more serious the symptoms appear.

There is no doubt that Kong Jianshan, who is on the run, is under great pressure every day.

"Let's go."

Meng Shaoyuan stood up.

Tian Qi was startled, is this gone?

Not yet.

Meng Shaoyuan walked out of the hotel calmly. Outside, the two drivers were still waiting diligently.

"Boss, how are you?"

"Okay." Just as Meng Shaoyuan was about to get into the car, he saw a newsboy waving the newspaper in his hand not far away: "Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, today's news. The Chinese delegation will participate in the Berlin Olympics... The football champion Li Huitang leads the team. Victory over the Hong Kong football team..."

Olympic Games?football team?
Meng Shaoyuan has always been a fan, so he called the newsboy over and bought a newspaper.

Take a look at what the Chinese Olympic delegation and football team looked like in the Republic of China.

"Boss, where are you going?" the driver asked diligently.

"change."

"change?"

"Well." Meng Shaoyuan got into the car: "Take me around all the nearby alleys."

"Okay, boss, take a seat." The two drivers must be excited. This is a big business. After doing it today, you don't have to worry about running out of business for a few days.

At first glance, the driver knew that Meng Shao was originally from another place. If he came to Shanghai from another place, he would definitely have to visit and see the local customs.

Therefore, the driver often takes on the job of explaining, and if the guests are satisfied, the reward is definitely indispensable.

After passing an alley, the driver stopped to introduce.

The origins, allusions, and people who live in these alleys, the driver does not know.

For example, there is an alley called "Benchangli", but the real name should be "Dungchangli".

why?
All the dung workers and their families live here.

Later, I thought that "Dungchangli" was not good, so it was renamed "Benchangli".

Almost every household in Shanghai has a toilet. Every morning from 4:8 to [-]:[-], someone pulls a dung truck to every li to collect the toilet.

After these hired workers filled the dung truck, they pulled it to the dung wharf and sold it to the dung boat farmers. Their bosses were the "dung tyrants" in the public and French concessions at that time, that is, the "dung head".

"Wait." Meng Shaoyuan listened curiously: "There are bullies in this industry?"

"Yes, why not? Sir, please keep your voice down, it would be bad for them to hear you." The coachman said while pulling the cart, "Don't you want to underestimate these turds? The concession contracted owned thousands of dung trucks. They paid the workers 8 yuan a month to pull the trucks. After deducting the contract fee and some tips for the patrol house, they could earn more than 1 yuan a month. Sir, don’t you mean to make money?”

Good guy.

Meng Shaoyuan could never have imagined that this business is still so profitable?
"Old early, Bao Dung Tou in the concession was the woman of Huang Jinrong, called Sister Agui. Later, Sister Agui died, and her third son Ma Honggen, nicknamed 'Ma Laosan', inherited him. Nong knew him. How much money does it cost? There are more than a dozen houses on Pingjili Road alone."

Meng Shaoyuan was convinced.

Make money by exploiting dung workers, then buy a house, and then rent it out.

"Sir, Shanghai is a flowery world. It's okay to come to Bai Xiangxiang, but if you want to do business in Shanghai, those bosses must go to the door." The driver said more and more vigorously:
"Let's say quietly, is Nong going to spread the word. There are casino bullies in casinos, smoke bullies at tobacco stalls, and vegetable bullies even in vegetable markets. Nong has to pay an entry fee to enter."

Meng Shaoyuan asked, "What if I order food from the market?"

"The food stall was smashed after a while, and if no one was injured, it would be a burning incense." The driver said with a smile: "The worst one is a human trafficker. ', a special kind of selling girls, called 'picking mulberry leaves'. Boys are sold to work as coolies, girls are unlucky and have to be sold to brothels. Well, sir, in front of them is Tongqingli, which is famous in Shanghai. Are you going to play the next game, sir?"

"No." Meng Shaoyuan refused.

The coachman introduced him to a high-end brothel, which is located in the Leli Gao in the Fuzhou Road Club in the public concession, commonly known as "Changsantangzi".

The middle class, behind the Ningbo Hotel, Zhuangyuan Building, Fuzhou Road, is called "Yaoertangzi".

The most low-level brothels are located in the area from Aiduoya Road, Zhubao [-]rd Road to Zhengjiamuqiao South Fujian Road, close to the original French Concession. They specialize in receiving foreign sailors and are known as "Saltwater Girls".

Meng Shaoyuan's brows furrowed together.

This is nothing, the most hateful, or those "international passport dealers".

Because the trafficked people are crowded in the cabin, like the caught yellow croaker, commonly known as "trafficking yellow croaker".In this way, they lure women to Portugal and then go to France, and the girls are taken to France by them to dance the little feet.

People are humiliated in foreign countries.

Unfortunately, these are commonplace in Shanghai, especially in the public concession, where these bullies are even more lawless.

Chinese laws cannot control it, and foreign laws do not apply.

The driver dragged Meng Shaoyuan around for a day, from the Licha Hotel to the International Hotel, he basically walked all over the streets and alleys along the way.

When he got off the bus, Meng Shaoyuan gave the driver double the fare.

This made the two drivers overwhelmed with joy, and repeatedly said that the boss would call them next time with the car.

"If the country is backward, the national conditions will rot, and the people will not be able to live happily."

When walking into the International Hotel, Meng Shaoyuan said this to himself.

(End of this chapter)