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Chapter 233 Mingcheng's Guidance

Uncle Li squatted in a small corner of the newspaper pile in the second-hand bookstore, looking for old newspapers carefully. The shopkeeper put stacks of old and moldy old newspapers beside Uncle Li, and a burst of dust rose.The shopkeeper waved his hand in the air, waved away the dust, and said, "Some of the old newspapers from 20 years ago are here, and I don't have them here. It is estimated that there are no old newspaper shops in Shanghai. What do you want?" Which year's news are you looking for?"

Uncle Li smiled and said: "To tell the truth from the boss, I am a fan of the first issues of newspapers and periodicals. No matter what type of newspaper, I will keep the first printing and the first issue of publication."

"I understand, I understand. There is such a saying. It is the same as those stamp collectors. But, if you look for it like this, you have to find the year of the monkey."

Uncle Li looked at the piles of newspapers on the ground, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you sell them to me by the catty, and I'll buy them back and look for them slowly."

The shopkeeper hesitated and said, "Well, if I sell this newspaper by the catty, it won't be a loss."

"Shopkeeper, your waste newspaper is still on the shelf, so you can sell it to me at a disadvantage, and I'm just a poor teacher with little salary. No, I like a web newspaper. Look, you have fulfilled me. Thank you, thank you."

The shopkeeper didn't know what to do, so he thought about it and said, "One dime is one catty?"

Uncle Li hurriedly got up and bowed to the shopkeeper: "Thank you!"

In the attic with a simple layout, there are old newspapers all over the floor. Uncle Li focused on the news headlines in each newspaper, looking for them one by one.It wasn't until he saw a piece of news titled "Unidentified Young Woman Encountered a Car Accident" that his eyes stopped.Uncle Li said to himself, "Is that you? Juanzi?"

In Shanghai in 1922, the spring sun was dazzling and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

On the wide Wutong Avenue, Mingjing took 11-year-old Minglou out of a rickshaw, and Mingjing took his younger brother to cross the street to learn piano at the piano shop opposite.

Juanzi walked towards her pushing a baby carriage, and Mingtai, who was only three years old, was sitting in the car, holding a beautiful rattle in her hand, which tinkled and rattled.

On the quiet street, there is a family atmosphere full of spring glory and leafy everywhere, and the warm spring breeze reaches the hearts of pedestrians, sweet and ordinary.

Suddenly, a black car ran across an alley like a wild horse, and rushed towards the Mingjing siblings walking on the street at full speed. On the side of the road, he pushed towards the two siblings with both hands.The car slammed into Juanzi's body at high speed and roared away. Juanzi was covered in blood and died on the spot.

Uncle Li's eyes were moist, and he re-opened the old newspaper, looking for clues about his wife and children.

Lin Mu sat at the table and looked at the documents. On the window sill, there was a plate of clean water carrying roses. The sunlight shone through the window on the water and the flowers, shining brightly.

Mingcheng knocked on the door and came in, holding two cigarettes in his hand, and closed the door behind him.

"Mingtai, you look good, are you recovering from your injury?" Mingcheng walked to the table and asked with concern.

Lin Mu stood up and said, "It's almost there."

"I came from the customs and came back specially to give you two cigarettes. You hide them yourself. If the eldest sister sees it unfortunately, I will not admit it."

Lin Mu smiled mischievously, looked down at the cigarettes, one was "Hardman" and the other was "Farm Brand" cigars.Seeing the stamp of No. 76 printed on the cigarette, Lin Mu asked strangely: "Brother Ah Cheng, aren't cigarettes monopolized by the government? How can No. 76 be marketed?"

"You ask this? This is not a monopoly of No. 76. No. 76 is only responsible for transporting goods. Only after it has been stamped can it enter and leave the port." Mingcheng deliberately lowered his voice: "Don't you know? No. 76 and the senior officials of the Chongqing government Collusion, smuggling of in-demand commodities, including cigarettes, red wine, and opium.”

Lin Mu was surprised and said, "Is everything you said true?"

"What do you think?"

Lin Mu said angrily: "The front line is a life-and-death..."

"...The rear is full of drunkenness." Mingcheng said, "Business is coming and going. The war brought about a shortage of supplies, and both sides need to complement each other. Zhou Fohai has a very close relationship with Director Dai of the Military Control Bureau. Mingtai, You look at flowers in the fog, and you end up separated by a layer.”

Lin Mu didn't speak.

Mingcheng nodded and said, "Okay, I'm leaving."

"Lighter." Lin Mu stretched out his hand.

Mingcheng suddenly remembered, "Oh", he took out the "lighter" from his pocket and said, "It's best not to carry this lighter with you, it's too heavy, it's easy to leak, and if you're not careful, you'll burn yourself."

"Understood." Lin Mu held the lighter in his hand.Mingcheng wanted to leave, but he stopped him again.

"Brother Ah Cheng, I want to ask you..."

"You said."

"That Su..." He wanted to ask Mrs. Su, but he swallowed the words again.

Mingcheng heard what he said clearly, and deliberately pretended not to hear: "What did you say?"

Lin Mu thought for a while and said, "Forget it, don't ask, you'll pretend to be foolish if you ask."

Mingcheng smiled.

Lin Mu poked the book with a pen in boredom, Mingcheng saw the depression in his heart, and persuaded him: "Mingtai, don't be so depressed. Look at me, I am running around, I am so tired that I have to go to the customs again. Tax inspection, and I have to go to No. 76 to deliver documents. By the way, there is also a mine plan about the first uninhabited area of ​​the Japanese military headquarters to be sent to the Strategic Materials Department..."

Lin Mu suddenly looked up at Ah Cheng.

Mingcheng said casually: "I will put this document in my eldest brother's study, my legs can't run over a dozen departments in a day."

"Then you might as well just..."

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by Mingcheng's sharp eyes.

"Huh? You forgot what big brother said, we have no horizontal relationship with you. Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

Lin Mu said angrily, "It's superfluous."

"Wrong, this is called step by step. In wartime, no one dares to say that they are safe." Ah Cheng said, "Okay, let's not talk about it. When I finish the customs shipment, I should be busy with the mine's budget. .Look, how nice you are, sitting at home and enjoying your reading time."

"How good is it?"

"As good as you want."

"Let's switch."

"Freedom is priceless, let's go."

Lin Mu snorted.

Mingcheng walked to the door, turned around and said, "Mingtai, remember, this family is not peaceful."

"I know there are 'thieves' in the house."

Mingcheng asked in surprise, "When did you know?"

"Don't tell you!"

Mingcheng shrugged, walked out, and closed the door behind him.

There was a smug smile on the corner of Lin Mu's mouth, and his eyes fell on the batch numbers of the two cigarettes, always a little dubious.Looking at the batch numbers of the two cigarettes, Lin Mu remembered the telegram Feng Manna had received: two shipments at Pier 3, and another 7000 dan of grain sold to the Shanghai Grain Store. The price remains the same, and you are in charge of the ferry.

Thinking of what Mingcheng said to him just now, Lin Mu suddenly realized, quickly took out the tweezers from the drawer, carefully peeled off the batch number on the cigarettes, and a line of small characters stood in front of his eyes: Warehouse No. 9, Wusongkou, Batch No. 709.

(End of this chapter)