20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 370: Yamato Hotel, Suspicion of Shantang

When the train entered the platform, the sky outside the window was already cloudy.

When the flight attendant announces the station, he first uses Japanese, then Russian, and finally Chinese. Dalini is Dalian, Dalian is Dalini.

When they arrived at the station, there was a crowded passenger flow, and Jiang Lianheng and Chuanghu were pushed out of the carriage.

Chuanghu's face looked a little ugly. He is a "principled" person, and he has always been particular about thieves and not making mistakes. Unfortunately, the two of them took the worst carriage this time. The passengers were all poor people and could not afford anything serious.

Not only is it poor, but it also smells bad.

The entire carriage was like a sauce vat or a swill bucket. In his words, the tea eggs were smoked into preserved eggs.

Chuanghu has the difficulties of Chuanghu.

The turbid air is sinking! His boss is a person who "stands on tiptoe and smells farts". He didn't bother with the stinky smell in the carriage at all. It passed through his lungs. When he got off the car, his eyes were dark and his legs were weak. He held Jiang Lianheng's arm and said, "Brother, I'm afraid it's useless." ”

Jiang Lianheng thought he was being pretentious, but little did he know that when he looked back, his face was blue, so he hurriedly took him to a secluded corner, facing the sea breeze, and breathed for three or two minutes before his face gradually warmed up.

Zhao Guoyan was wearing a black windbreaker, and his hair was blown like a chicken coop by the wind. He came over and took the rattan box from Jiang Lianheng's hand, then looked down at Chuang Hu and said with a smile, "Are you here too?"

…………

Travelers hurried past. Soon, he and Zhao Guoyan found each other at the same time.

Zhao Guoyan led the two of them across the road and into the Yamato Hotel.

After passing this hurdle, the two finally realized clearly that this place was different from the Southern Railway annex, but a real area under the jurisdiction of the East - Kanto State!

The two of them walked towards the exit of the station, only to see that there was an extra checkpoint there, which was like a customs but not a customs. In short, passengers were stopped, questioned, or even checked for documents before they were allowed to pass.

Those with big noses and blue eyes can walk out with all their might and no one dares to stop them.

Of course, only Chinese people deserve to enjoy this "honor".

Jiang Lianheng walked forward and said, "Let's go! Let's go to the hotel first and then talk!"

Luda—or, rather, the whole of southern Manchuria—was the dream paradise of Oriental architects.

Dalini is a newly emerging port city. Road construction and houses under construction can be seen everywhere. Although there are still large areas of barren land, traces of the planning of Maozi and the Japanese can still be seen.

In the restaurant, the violin sounds melodious and the marble tiles shine.

Chuanghu smiled sheepishly: "Ashamed, ashamed!"

"Brother Dao!"

Chuanghu didn't pay attention and bumped into him from behind, asking, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

The tram stopped at the main square. As soon as Jiang Lianheng got off the train, he saw the bronze statue of the Japanese army general standing tall, overlooking Kanto.

Jiang Lianheng walked out of the train station and glanced around the station square in a daze.

The outside world is like a blank sheet of paper. Here, they don’t have to be tied down like they do in Tokyo and Osaka, and they can use their imagination and innovation to the fullest. The roads are wide, and all the buildings are very large, with Baroque, Mediterranean, Japanese and Western styles...

While chatting, the three of them walked quickly to the tram stop.

Magnificent buildings rose from the ground to hide their ambitions.

Jiang Lianheng was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Nothing, let's go!"

Except for the waiters, there were almost no Chinese people around, not even Xiao Dongyang.

As far as the eye can see, most of them are European businessmen, gentlemen and ladies, and among these white people, most of them are Maozi.

The men looked gloomy and discussed the war situation in Europe in low voices.

The supposedly heavy atmosphere slowly dissipated amidst the ladies’ jokes and clinking glasses.

Sitting at the next table are two young men, an old man and a young man. They must be father and son. The two lowered their voices and argued with red faces.

Jiang Lianheng was competing with the steak on the plate.

The tabletop shook. He forked a large piece of beef, put it into his mouth and chewed it hard, then took a sip of French cognac.

A poor family must spend its time to get rich.

"Guo Yan, I haven't asked you before. How many people did you bring this time?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

"Didn't I say that I wanted to keep a low profile, so I brought two of them." Zhao Guoyan suggested, "After dinner, I will ask them to come over and let you recognize them?"

"Don't worry about this. First tell me about Rong Wu. It's been so long and you still haven't figured it out?"

"Brother Dao—" Zhao Guoyan suddenly lowered his voice and looked around, "To be honest, I feel like I have met Master Rong once, but I'm not sure if it's him."

Jiang Lianheng and Chuang Hu's eyes lit up, they stretched their necks and said, "Tell me in detail, let's start from the beginning!"

Zhao Guoyan nodded and said that after he arrived in Dalian along the waterway from Yingkou, he followed Hongwan as a clue and stepped on Master Rong Wu's plate.

Kanto Prefecture was under the jurisdiction of Xiao Dongyang, and the entire city had almost become a den. All drug stores in the city were selling red pills and local goods.

Because the smoking ban is useless here, drug dealers here are far more unscrupulous than other places. Zhao Guoyan followed the example and quickly found the largest source of goods for Chinese drug dealers.

"Hongshan Hall?" Jiang Lianheng remembered that he had mentioned it on the phone.

"No, no, no, it's Hongji Shantang." Zhao Guoyan corrected, "The largest Shantang in the entire Guandong Prefecture!"

"He is also a charity person, so interesting!"

Jiang Lianheng said teasingly, then turned around and saw that Chuang Hu had already taken out his notepad and was lying on the table writing furiously.

"Then the boss of 'Hongji Shantang' is not Rongwu?" Jiang Lianheng asked again, "It doesn't have to be Rong, maybe he is a bannerman who has not changed his surname!"

"It's definitely not Mr. Rong Wu!" Zhao Guoyan shook his head firmly and said, "I've met the boss of Shantang, and he can't even control the guys in the smoking cessation department. They're just two different gangs."

Hongji Shantang is the largest charity in Guandong Prefecture.

How big is it?

Not only are there entrance halls in various parts of the city, but there is even an entire street, Hongji Street, named after this charity hall.

Hong Chai Shantang has many departments, most of which are the same as other Shantangs. They sell charity lottery tickets, set up charity schools, set up nurseries, and establish nursing homes. The only exception is the "smoking cessation department".

This department seems to belong to Hongji Shantang, but in fact, it is not dispatched by the management of the Shantang at all.

In the name of "quitting smoking", they are actually "selling cigarettes".

There are two main sources of goods, one is the port terminal, merchant ships from the United Kingdom or Japan; the other is suburban land transportation, trucks from Little Japan.

"There is also land transportation?" Jiang Lianheng said in surprise, "That means -"

"Yes, as long as they have the raw materials, they can produce it themselves." Zhao Guoyan continued, "I went to see it. There is a Japanese pharmaceutical factory quite far away in the suburbs. It is not big, but it is so far away that I know it is .”

"Why?" Chuanghu asked curiously.

"It stinks!" Zhao Guoyan frowned, as if he had smelled the smell of the pharmaceutical factory, "In the words of this place, it just smells like blood! It stinks so much!"

The two guys at the next table were still arguing in low voices.

Jiang Lianheng couldn't help but glance at it, then turned around and said, "In that case, even if the smoking cessation department is not under the control of the Shantang, the boss of the Shantang should know the head of the smoking cessation department anyway, right?"

"I think so too, but there's nothing I can do -" Zhao Guoyan took a sip of brandy and continued, "Boss Yin from Shantang is a prestigious gentry in the entire Guandong Prefecture. I dare not touch him easily."

Jiang Lianheng understood that what he meant by "dare not" was not cowardice, but that if he touched Boss Yin, he would definitely make a fuss and alert others.

He groaned and patted Chuang Hu heavily on the shoulder.

Chuanghu laughed twice and said, "Brother, you really know how to care for others!"

"I didn't tell you to go today. Let's take a rest and talk about it tomorrow!" Jiang Lianheng turned his head and said, "Guoyan, now that we have figured out the smoking cessation department, what did you mean when you said you 'seemed' to see Rong Wu?" "

Zhao Guoyan smacked his lips and said: "Brother Dao, the smoking cessation departments are scattered all over the place. They are all about the same size, and they are only affiliated with Hongji Shantang, so you can't tell which one is the main one. Except for the second shopkeeper in the branch, you can't tell. Who is in charge of who comes out? Whether it is red medicine or local goods, most of them do not enter the store. They are unloaded from the dock and dispersed directly to various drug stores. "

"Then what!"

"I've only seen it once. I haven't seen it clearly yet. I just felt that it was quite grand, but I'm not sure whether it is."

The weather is warm along the coast and spring blooms early.

That afternoon, it was rainy and hazy.

On Hongji Street in front of Hongji Shantang, a black car suddenly arrived. In addition to the bodyguards who followed the car, there were also Japanese gendarmerie escorting them to clear the way and drive away the onlookers.

Zhao Guoyan followed the crowd of pedestrians and deliberately slowed down his pace. As he walked, he turned back and saw a black car stopping in front of the shantang headquarters.

The so-called Shantang headquarters is just a small courtyard surrounded by several two-story brick buildings, and it looks very simple from the outside.

Boss Yin personally greeted him from the hospital.

The bodyguard held a black umbrella, bumped around to the door of the yard, opened the car door, and someone got out. Without even looking at Boss Yin, he crossed the threshold and walked in without saying a word.

"Can't you see your face clearly?" Jiang Lianheng asked, "You should have braids, right? You can't be an Oriental, right?"

Zhao Guoyan shook his head helplessly: "It was too far away to see clearly, and the bodyguards were holding umbrellas. Did you ask the bodyguards if they had braids? No, I didn't see them anyway."

"Snapped!"

The two guys at the next table argued for a long time and finally broke down.

The older man didn't know whether it was because he drank too much vodka or because his energy and blood attacked his heart. His whole face turned red, and there were a few drops of wine hanging on the beard on his chin.

He stood up and slapped the table, pointed at the young man sitting opposite, roared angrily in Russian, and then turned around and left the table, attracting attention and discussion from everyone present.

Jiang Lianheng watched the guy go away with furrowed brows, and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Gah! It's so noisy!"

It was originally a groundless complaint, but unexpectedly, Chuang Hu beside him suddenly responded: "He said they are finished, completely finished."

(End of this chapter)