20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 454 The Rise of the Spy City
Jiang Lianheng left the theater hall.

There is a simple visitor resting area at the end of the corridor. It is filled with smoke and there are about a dozen idiots talking loudly there.

Their voices were very loud, sometimes criticizing the ballet just now, and sometimes discussing the domestic red and white war situation. It was quite noisy.

Frowning, Jiang Lianheng turned around, stopped by the window not far away, lit a cigarette, and stared at the entrance and exit of the theater hall.

He was a little confused and couldn't remember where he had offended foreigners.

The Jiang family has neither business nor enemies in Habu. Even if the old money man is really a liar, it seems that he can't afford to hire a slutty guy to keep an eye on him.

To take a step back, if he can even instigate foreigners, his influence must be considerable, and there is no need to mess around with people he knows well online.

Or maybe Lao Qian'er was the one who was instructed.

Could it be the so-called "bearded gang"?

Soon, the foreign devil followed him out of the theater.

"What? I don't quite understand."

"Do you know Lao Qian'er?" Jiang Lianheng asked suddenly.

"Find me?"

"Oh, I know him, but he and I are not...well, he and I are not friends or enemies, I just know him."

Whenever he wants to speak, this person must frequently make various gestures, sometimes grabbing the air, sometimes spreading his palms, as if he can't speak without his hands. This is a busy job.

"Where did you find out about me?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

Fan Sibai was a little embarrassed, laughed twice, and quickly explained: "Please don't misunderstand me, I am not your enemy, I promise."

This sounds familiar.

The neon lights outside the window shine through the frost on the glass and reflect on Fan Sibai's face, with colorful colors and blurred boundaries.

Fan Sibai suddenly raised his hand, turned his head and glanced at the dozen or so people in the rest area, then gestured towards the other side of the corridor, lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Jiang, can you go over there and talk?"

"That's out of the question!" Jiang Lianheng interrupted immediately, "I have an old family and a young family, and they all rely on me to support them all."

This man is in his thirties. He is not tall. For white people, he is surprisingly short. His face is quite thin, but his forehead is ridiculously big. His gray eyes reveal a certain degree of shrewdness. Three points mean.

Although Jiang Lianheng was not sure of the other party's intentions, there was no reason for him to be timid when meeting him. After thinking about it, he thought that he was just chatting with "Foreign Laohe" online, so he nodded and asked: "I know him?" you?"

Jiang Lianheng raised his chin towards him and asked very calmly.

Regarding the "Big Bearded Gang", no matter what Lao Qianer said was true or false, Jiang Lianheng would rather believe it than not.

Jiang Lianheng narrowed his eyes and quickly looked at the opponent's figure and appearance.

Jiang Lianheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the foreign Japanese in front of him again, and asked in a low voice: "Are you a secret agent?"

Jiang Lianheng thought for a moment, nodded, then slowed down his pace and followed the foreign devil.

Fan Sibai couldn't understand the second half of the sentence, and continued to explain: "Yes, in Harbin, everyone needs friends, friends from the Far East, friends from Europe, and friends from the East. This is a city of immigrants. Everybody is a friend.”

"'Beard Gang', are you a Jew?"

"I am, but what's the problem with that?"

"Sheng Baoku is the person sitting next to me just now."

"Of course. When dealing with others, I use eight minds. When dealing with you, I have to throw away my mind first."

Jiang Lianheng glanced down, without shaking hands or speaking.

"Me?" Fan Sibai chuckled, but said, "It doesn't matter. I don't serve any country. If I have to say one thing, my country is money. Mr. Jiang, do you understand what I mean?"

"Friend?" Jiang Lianheng sneered and said, "You kid didn't hold your shit in well!"

"Hello, are you Jiang Lianheng, Mr. Jiang?"

Fan Sibai shook his head frequently and said repeatedly: "Mr. Jiang, you are biased. I just want to cooperate with you and do some small business. I heard people say that you are very... very influential in Feng Province."

"Just say it or not!"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Jiang, the business I'm talking about doesn't require capital investment. It's just an exchange of information, that's all."

"I have my own methods." Fan Sibai shrugged and said, "I just think we can cooperate and be friends."

He stopped at the entrance and exit of the theater, looked around, and suddenly found Jiang Lianheng staring at him diagonally across the street, so he was startled subconsciously, with a somewhat surprised look on his face.

His Chinese is very blunt, with long and upward sounds, and a strange accent, which is very unpleasant to the ears.

"Then where did you get your 'friend' from?"

"You can call me Fan Sibai." The foreign devil smiled and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Jiang, you are very smart and discovered me."

The two passed under the luxurious chandelier and came to the dim end of the corridor on the other side.

Seeing that the matter had been exposed, the foreign devil hesitated for a moment, then stopped hiding it, suddenly put on a smile, and walked straight over.

Jiang Lianheng frowned, not because the other party's words made him suspicious, but because he found that there seemed to be something wrong with this foreign devil.

"Old Qian?" Fan Sibai shook his head in confusion, "I don't understand what you mean."

Jiang Lianheng asked subconsciously: "Are you the 'Big Bearded Gang'?"

Fan Sibai immediately rolled his eyes, seemed a little disappointed, shouted God in a foreign language in a low voice, and then asked: "Mr. Jiang, are you a racist?"

"Yes, this is my profession." He said, "Besides, I heard that Mr. Jiang has done similar things?"

"Who did you listen to?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

Fan Sibai's answer remained unchanged, still coldly saying: "I have my own way."

"Fuck, do you believe that I also have my own way to make you disappear from the Far East?"

Jiang Lianheng was a little impatient.

Although after the collapse of the clan, the Jiang family became more and more popular, and the name "Ghost Paimen" spread further and further. Many online friends had heard of Jiang Lianheng in Fengtian, but they were out of town. , being inexplicably recognized by a foreign devil still made him a little afraid.

However, Fan Sibai not only was not frightened, but also gave an almost perfect answer. "Mr. Jiang, if I tell you now how I learned about you, will you still be willing to cooperate with me?"

Jiang Lianheng couldn't refute, but said: "If you want to discuss business, you must first be sincere."

However, Fan Sibai still shook his head firmly and said unabashedly:
"I am a professional intelligence businessman. It is true that I do not work for any country, organization or individual. I only work for money, but it is not without a bottom line. I believe in credibility. Otherwise, I will not be able to do this job for a long time."

"I was shocked. I thought you believed in justice!" Jiang Lianheng couldn't help teasing.

Fan Sibai hesitated for a moment and then said: "Mr. Jiang, if you want to be sincere, I can share a piece of information with you first, and it will be free of charge."

Jiang Lianheng laughed and said, "It's not that valuable in the first place, right?"

"It's not that it's worthless, but this information is about to expire." Fan Sibai didn't mince words, and immediately asked directly, "So, are you still willing to listen?"

Don't take advantage of the bastard, Jiang Lianheng nodded immediately.

When he was about to speak, Fan Sibai turned his head warily, glanced twice at the dozen or so men at the other end of the corridor, and then looked around again. After confirming that there were no outsiders around, he said in a very low voice:
"Mr. Jiang, the Russians are finished. Now both sides only seem anxious, but the White Army has almost lost all important cities."

"so what?"

Despite the fierce public opinion in the newspapers, Jiang Lianheng did not feel that this matter had anything to do with his family.

Fan Sibai continued: "Europe will not allow this to happen. The war will be over soon. It won't be long before the Allies will set up the Far East Intelligence Bureau in Harbin, and all the spies from all countries will gather here. If If the White Army fails, Habu is likely to become an international surveillance zone.”

Jiang Lianheng listened quietly, and his mind could not help but think of various scenes he had visited today, such as churches, racetracks, movie theaters...

Several Western ladies passed behind them.

Fan Sibai immediately stopped talking and waited until those people had gone away before continuing the topic.

"Now many spies have arrived in Harbin. Countries are building their own intelligence networks as quickly as possible. There are even rebels from the north. In short, whoever moves faster will have more comprehensive and better-informed information in the future. ”

After hearing this, Jiang Lianheng stopped joking - this news must be extremely valuable to Lao Zhang, who intends to annex the three provinces outside the Pass.

"Is your news accurate?" he asked suspiciously.

"Of course, this matter is not a secret, it just hasn't been announced yet. I can assure you, in the name of God."

"hiss--"

Jiang Lianheng frowned, but asked: "Then I don't understand. You want to spy on Mao Zi's information. Why do you want to cooperate with me?"

Fan Sibai's eyes widened, and he hurriedly pulled him into the corner, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Mr. Jiang, haven't you discovered it yet? They are spreading everywhere, and the Allies must stop this... this situation If it happens, they will take everything from you, everything!”

"What's new in this?" Jiang Lianheng asked, "Don't you foreigners do this kind of thing all the time?"

Fan Sibai was choked unexpectedly, and after a while he said, "Mr. Jiang, you don't seem to understand the importance of this matter."

Jiang Lianheng didn't bother to dwell on it, he just brought the topic back and asked: "So, why do you have to cooperate with me, and why do I have to cooperate with you?"

"My face is doomed that I will never be able to integrate here. Of course, I can spend money to buy information, but that is not integration. Mr. Jiang, the same is true for you. Your face is destined to never be able to integrate with us. So, We can exchange."

"Are you... trying to persuade me to become a traitor for you?"

"No, No, No!" Fan Sibai retorted repeatedly, "The deal between us can be limited to the rebels in the north. It can even be said that you are helping to get rid of the traitors in your country. Don't you know? Many people also participated in the war in the north? "

Jiang Lianheng nodded: "I've heard a little news, not much."

"So, do you understand what I mean?" Fan Sibai gestured as usual, "Your country's government doesn't want this to happen either."

"I understand, but there is still something I don't understand." Jiang Lianheng asked, "You are doing business in Habu, why are you looking for me? Aren't there many people like me outside the Dao? I just come here to hang out. Gone in a few days.”

Facing the question, Fan Sibai smiled easily and said, "Mr. Jiang, although I have just arrived in the Far East, I have some understanding of the situation here. General Zhang from Fengtian will definitely annex the three eastern provinces in the end. No, That’s just how I see it, and a lot of people see it that way.”

"Is that how Xiao Dongyang sees it?"

"Of course the Japanese want this the most."

There are good reasons for this rhetoric.

Jilin is sandwiched between the Heilongjiang and Fengtian cliques, and is isolated outside the pass. It is only a matter of time before the Fengcheng clique annexes the three provinces.

Once Lao Zhang takes over such an important place as Ji Province and Habu, he will definitely send a large number of spies to garrison it.

This job may not necessarily fall on the Jiang family, but with the Jiang family's past "contributions" and their connections with the generals and generals of the Feng family, it is easy to find a place to set up a cabinet in Habu, and there are no locals. No party would dare to say anything about it.

However, if the Jiang family can find important information in Habu before that, Lao Zhang will naturally put more emphasis on it.

Obviously, Fan Sibai already has a lot of informants in Harbin, but he is still looking for a more reliable and long-term partner to connect the intelligence network inside and outside Harbin, and between China and foreign countries.

"Even if we cooperate, there will be no forced buying or selling. If you have information but are unwilling to trade with me, that's okay. You just need to promise me that you will not sell this information to others. ”

After saying this, Fan Sibai stretched out his hand again.

"Business is business. Mr. Jiang, are you a businessman?"

This time, Jiang Lianheng finally extended his hand and responded: "That depends on how capable you are."

"So, we have reached a consensus and can cooperate?"

"No, I'll think about it again."

Hearing this, Fan Sibai was inevitably a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, he nodded to show his understanding.

"Okay, this is normal. If you decide to cooperate, you can go to the Songjiang Movie Teahouse outside Daowai to find me after five o'clock tomorrow. Of course, if you are worried, you can also decide the time and date of the meeting. Place."

Fan Sibai said it sincerely - at least it seemed so.

Jiang Lianheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "We will decide when the time comes."

After saying that, he turned to look out the window.

At night, south of the river, through thick frost and dense snow curtains, the night view of Habu looks particularly hazy.

If what Fan Sibai said was true, he could easily foresee what would happen to the city next.

The neon lights are bright and mottled, the believers in the church, the spectators in the movie theater, the gamblers in the racetrack, the black cars parked on the brick pavement for a long time and unwilling to leave, and the dark alleys are flickering. The light of cigarettes, the sound of unexplained gunshots, the unclaimed bodies...

A Far Eastern spy city is quietly rising...

(End of this chapter)