The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 106 The Madman
As soon as Zeng Haifeng left, Zhou Qinghe also had something to do and couldn't waste the afternoon.

He wants to open up his situation in the French Concession as soon as possible.

Although the equipment was stolen, they were all brand new and ordinary equipment, which could be easily obtained by ordering.

But there is still one thing missing to open a clinic: medicines.

When opening a clinic, no one will care about your medical qualifications. Just register. To put it bluntly, it means opening the door. If others are willing to believe you, you can do it. At worst, you will be punished with your life.

But not drugs, especially controlled drugs.

If you want to get the right to purchase controlled drugs like sulfonamides in the French Concession, you must obtain permission from the Public Directorate, the highest leadership body in the French Concession.

Although Zhou Qinghe could obtain sulfonamide from other channels - after all, he was in charge of sulfonamide.

But I really have to go to the public affairs office.

The outside is the outside, the concession is the concession, and the prescription of sulfonamides of unknown origin is found out, which is tantamount to admitting one's identity as a spy, which is not good.

So I waited until Zeng Haifeng called and learned the room number.

Zhou Qinghe hailed a rickshaw and headed to the public affairs office building.

It is a two-story brick and wood structure with a red exterior and a roof in the middle. It has a French style. It faces south and faces north. The road opposite the gate is Xiafei Road where Zhou Qinghe Clinic is located.

Enter the door and ask the front desk for directions to the medical office.

The French director was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was greeted by a French aunt from the medical office, with a straight face and a very serious look.

"Hi, I open a clinic on Xiafei Road and I need to apply for the right to prescribe and purchase controlled drugs."

"Proof of identity, letter of recommendation, residential address." The French aunt found a piece of paper from a pile of forms and handed it over: "Take it to fill in the form, fill it out and wait for notification of the exam time. If you pass the exam, get the store lease and apply again."

The matter was explained very clearly without embarrassment to him, but Zhou Qinghe was still stunned.

"Do you still need a letter of recommendation?"

Forget about exams, what are these letters of recommendation?
"Of course you need a letter of recommendation." The French aunt finished speaking seriously and said, "Are you a traveling doctor, not a working doctor in the hospital? I thought you were going to quit the hospital and work alone.

Medical travel is also possible, but you need to have the guarantor information. "

"Guardian?"

“If you want to purchase controlled drugs, of course you have to insure people, is there any wonder in that?

Specifically, it can be a senior government official or a celebrity. Anyway, it is a famous person who needs to be recognized by us French people. We can't let anyone take this medicine, right? "

It sounds like a famous person has this idea. Can the principal do it?

Forget it, the principal was afraid of scaring the aunt, so Zhou Qinghe took out the money and stuffed it with ten yuan a piece.

"How specific is it? I just came back from abroad and I really don't know the rules here." Zhou Qinghe smiled.

"Which country?" The aunt stuffed the money into her sleeves very skillfully, with a friendly and kind smile, just like the kind old lady next door in Zhou Qinghe's memory.

"Japan."

"Then you can go to the public concession and ask the Japanese consulate to issue a letter of introduction. Based on your background in Japan, I believe they are willing to help you."

I just killed a few Japanese today, I'm afraid it's not that appropriate. Zhou Qinghe chuckled: "I still like the French Concession more."

"That's a bit troublesome." The aunt frowned: "You have just come back, you have no local connections, and you don't know the doctors in the French Concession. Why don't you go to the hospital and ask if there is a senior from the school or something like a working doctor? You can be a guarantor or issue a letter of introduction to you.”

"Can I add more money?" Zhou Qinghe raised his eyebrows.

The aunt laughed, but still shook her head: "Everyone likes money, but the guarantor must have it. Controlled drugs, if something happens, they will be investigated, and this money cannot be collected."

There are still problems that money can’t solve?

"100 yuan?"

The aunt shook her head.

"200?"

The aunt shook her head.

"500?"

The aunt smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Stop bidding anymore. I'm afraid I can't help it. You are tempting me to commit a crime."

Zhou Qinghe smiled, opened his handbag, took a thousand and smashed it on the table.

"Beautiful lady, you are obviously supporting the development of medicine."

"You passed!"

The aunt took out the seal and tapped it sharply on the blank information paper.

ah?What about the scheduled exam?
I haven’t filled in my information yet.
Zhou Qinghe chuckled: "Thank you."

After getting the approval, the rest of the ordering is simple. You can directly connect with the company and just put forward your demand.

Back at the clinic, the equipment had arrived, and Ma Qingqing and the other three were unloading it.

Come on, boss, I won't participate.

Zhou Qinghe is both a teacher and a boss, and he does the work himself. There is no such thing as a boss in Shanghai. He has to show off his style.

The only thing left was to make money, which cost us [-] US dollars, and we also had to spend money on equipment, medicines, personnel salaries, and taxes.

Gotta make money.

Zhou Qinghe had just arrived, so he had to show off his skills to gain fame, otherwise no rich people would come to his door.

"Qingqing, come here."

"Hey, here we come."

"In this case, you go to a newspaper in the French Concession and publish a piece of news that our clinic is open." Zhou Qinghe thought for a while and paused: "Write it like this, he is good at surgery, the fee starts at 200 yuan, and he specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases. .”

"Is it too expensive?" Ma Qingqing was surprised. This 200 yuan is enough for an ordinary person's annual income.

Zhou Qinghe sighed: "It's better to be more expensive. We don't have that many hospital beds to take patients. It's less and more expensive. There are many rich people in the French Concession, so we will make money from those people."

Zhou Qinghe couldn't help it. With 50 square meters, how many more patients do you want to admit?When will the $6 be earned back?

The starting price is only 200.

The bribe was already 1000 yuan, and even minor surgeries had to be performed 5 times.

"You remember to talk to the editor of the newspaper and let him polish it. We must highlight our value so that it can become an instant success."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Just do as the teacher does.

Although Ma Qingqing thought there might not be many people visiting.

Although Zhou Qinghe has good medical skills, he really has no reputation here.

At six o'clock in the evening, Zeng Haifeng entered the International Hotel.

Zhou Qinghe, who was sitting in the hall with his legs crossed and reading the newspaper, moved his head slightly and glanced at the door.

Zeng Haifeng has entered the elevator. Within 30 seconds, it can be confirmed that his tail is very clean.

It seems that the Japanese are not afraid of death. Knowing that the style of the Secret Service has changed drastically, they immediately changed their strategy, otherwise they would have to bring in two people.

He collected the newspapers and went upstairs, knocking on the door.

Zeng Haifeng breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw Zhou Qinghe coming up so quickly, he knew that no one was following him.

Chi said: "I was almost annoyed to death by these little devils. If he has the ability, he will continue to follow."

"If you follow me again today, you will be killed." Zhou Qinghe glanced sideways at him, sneered and closed the door.

Nothing happened to the Japanese before, and it didn't look like they would attack Zeng Haifeng.

But something big happened at noon, and if things went wrong, the Japanese killed Zeng Haifeng.

"Isn't there your people following you? They will definitely protect me." Zeng Haifeng smiled and patted Zhou Qinghe on the shoulder: "Let's go over and chat."

Zhou Qinghe smiled and said nothing. Zeng Haifeng was really miserable. He was the mayor of Shanghai District. He had strong soldiers and horses and no shortage of firepower.

But just because a mouse came out of the rice vat, he didn't dare to eat the whole pot of rice.

"Has anyone been arrested?" Zhou Qinghe asked directly while sitting on the sofa.

"Caught, I get angry just talking about it. These two people are actually traitors, not even a single Japanese."

Zeng Haifeng said unhappily:
"After these two people were arrested, as soon as they entered the interrogation room, their legs were shaking like sieves. They vomited without me interrogating them at all."

"The two of them were gamblers and had a lot of debt. The loan sharks wanted to beat them to death. A Japanese came to the door and said that he could help them intercede to alleviate the debt and give them a sum of money to survive.

The premise is to let them act as spies and stay at the door of the Secret Service. If they find that the Secret Service is taking action, they will call them directly. "

"The whereabouts of my Shanghai District Secret Service were actually leaked by these two guys, damn it." Zeng Haifeng patted the armrest of the sofa, looked at Zhou Qinghe and said, "You know, when I asked the time, these two people actually I have been here for half a year, and I was there when I was the last district mayor.

I asked people in the office, and found out that some people often go to him to buy cigarettes, and their faces all looked familiar. "

"Ah."

Zhou Qinghe sneered and shook his head. This was the reason why he refused to gamble and take drugs. Once such a person degenerates, he will die without mercy and can sell anything.

"Then what are the criteria for them to judge whether they have taken action?" Zhou Qinghe was surprised. There should be a lot of vehicles coming in and out of the Shanghai District Secret Service every day.

"How will I be notified if there is any action? Who to contact?"

"For phone notification, just use the public phone outside the door."

Zeng Haifeng snorted coldly: "The license plates of all the major figures in our Shanghai District have been leaked. These two traitors judged whether to report based on the license plates and the number of vehicles traveling.

If a section chief brings one vehicle, or if the action team dispatches two vehicles in a row, no matter whether it is useful or not, they will call and report directly, and they will be rewarded with two yuan at a time. "

The method is not clever, but it is very cost-effective. Even if it is discovered, the traitor will die, and the Japanese will remain unscathed.

"Where's the number you called?"

"I checked, and it turns out it's a phone number in a public concession. The phone company there is overseas and not under our control. We can't find out who the call was specifically."

"Can't you give me some good news?"

"The three people who were killed in the car in the afternoon were all Japanese. They all had IDs with them. They were all from the public concession. Is this good news?" Zeng Haifeng smiled.

"Forget it." Zhou Qinghe could only take pleasure in the pain, which meant that all the clues were lost.

There is no need to investigate the whereabouts of those three people. We cannot investigate the public concession.

"The difficulty in Shanghai is that it is Chinese territory, but once the Japanese entered the concession, the matter became complicated. It happened immediately and could not be investigated. Through the government's communication, the person had already run away."

Zeng Haifeng shook his head and expressed his helplessness. After being here for several days, he had already felt the difficulty of the situation in Shanghai.

Too tricky.

Zhou Qinghe rested his head on his hands, recalling what Red Rose had said about the character of the Black Dragon Club, and asked about the major.

"What happened to your major?"

Zeng Haifeng's expression suddenly darkened. That was his favorite general, who was the first to be promoted to major.

"I received the information you asked him to bring. I didn't say anything to anyone, so I just asked him to go to the dance hall to find out. Maybe it was because I was being monitored that he was killed.

It took a few days for the Japanese to kill him. I guess they were trying to figure him out. Once they realized he was looking for Haruzo Miyamoto, they immediately cut off the line. He was shot more than a dozen times and was thrown at the door of the Secret Service. . "

Zeng Haifeng's face was full of anger when he said this, "They are simply unscrupulous. These people from the Black Dragon Society are just a bunch of lunatics and they do things without any scruples."

"Qinghe, let me tell you, he is different from the Japanese spies we dealt with in Nanjing."

“This group of people are either soldiers, they are just a bunch of hooligans, a bunch of imperialists who outright hate the Chinese!
I have been looking at the files of the Black Dragon Society recently, and I am becoming more and more sure of this.

This group of people will use any vicious means to do things. They are different from soldiers. Soldiers complete the tasks of their superiors. In order to get promoted, they will always worry about the impact and calculate the pros and cons.

For example, if you throw a body at the door of the Secret Service, that is an absolute provocation. The Japanese military will not do that. At most, they will kill people and throw the body directly into the Huangpu River. You will not see the death of the person. Without seeing the body, there is no evidence of death.

But they are different. They kill for fun. They have no mission and no need for promotion. They just make trouble and kill people. They are happy as they please. They are complete lunatics.

You must not understand them like a spy, otherwise you will easily suffer big losses. "

Zhou Qinghe nodded silently, this is a gang of underworld, arrogant, arrogant, really like crazy.

"Is there any reaction from the government? I heard that they bombed several Secret Service strongholds? It's not enough to carry out assassinations in urban areas. Can bombs be used by them in this way?"

"It's useless."

Zeng Haifeng shook his head slightly and sneered: "Let me tell you, the government sent people to talk to the Japanese consulate, and Japan's attitude is very good.

We severely condemn this illegal act, but we are required to provide evidence to prove that it was done by the Japanese.

Yes, we do have evidence that the Japanese caused trouble. For example, the three stalkers who were killed this afternoon, did they have identity documents?It's useless when people are dead.

If you tell him about the Black Dragon Society, he will say that he has never heard of it.

If you want to make him wanted, that's no problem. He'll put up a notice in the concession, saying that members of the Black Dragon Society are wanted. That's gone. "

Zeng Haifeng spread his hands and smiled silently: "Do you think we know the names of the remaining members of the Black Dragon Society? We don't know.

Do you know what he looks like?do not know either.

They condemned us and made us wanted, and there was no problem in cooperating. But he was hiding in the concession, or even in his Japanese military police headquarters, and maybe he was still looking at our people posting there. Wanted, while probably still smiling. "

"Is there anything you can do to take advantage of me?"

Zeng Haifeng shook his head with a low smile, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Relying on the government is unreliable. We can only fight back by ourselves."

"Find the mouse in your area first." Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment before speaking.

"In this way, we set up a trap to fish him out."

"How to fish?" Zeng Haifeng's eyes lit up, and he was waiting for Zhou Qinghe's clever move.

To put it bluntly, he really can't move now. Whenever he moves, he looks like a target. Someone outside knows him, and someone inside has tipped him off.

He can't do anything.

Just look it up and the Japanese will know it.

But Zhou Qinghe was different. It was much easier for an outsider to break the situation with external force than for him to do it himself.

"you are like this"

Zhou Qinghe leaned over and said: "You will receive a telegram at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. After receiving the information, all personnel will be prohibited from making external contacts until 8 o'clock in the evening. You will receive a second telegram with a string of names on it. , the target is Paramount.

The goal is that Paramount can reveal it, but you can only tell the name to the section chief level, and the section chief is not allowed to tell his subordinates before arriving at Paramount.

As for the rest, you can arrange your actions how you want. Just like usual, just pretend you don't know I'm here. Keep an eye on the people in your own area if you can. If you can't, I'll take care of the outside matters. Do. "

"Okay, then it's up to you." Zeng Haifeng smiled, and he suddenly felt more comfortable when Qing He was there.

"Let's go. We'll talk about it after the action tomorrow. You can stay in the room for another day. We'll meet here tomorrow."

Zhou Qinghe also had to go back and arrange the operation.

Take a rickshaw and go to Liu Kai's residence.

"Senior."

"Well, send a report to Nanjing, top secret, personally signed by the director of the department. The content is as follows. Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, send a report to the Shanghai District of the Secret Service. The content is to replace the district director level code book. It has been expressly delivered. No one is allowed to go out.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the second letter was sent. Members of the Black Dragon Society, with the pseudonyms Liu Wei, Zhang Dezhong, Chen Qingou, and Ma Hansan, gathered at Paramount and were immediately arrested. "

"Send it."

"Yes."

Zhou Qinghe waited for him to finish his message and said, "From four o'clock to eight o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you go to their gate in Shanghai and watch to see if anyone has contact with the outside world. If there is anyone who passes the message, don't arrest them, just follow them."

"Yes."

Whether it will be effective depends on tomorrow. After Zhou Qinghe finished his instructions, he went out and called a rickshaw and went straight to Paramount.

Paramount is indeed the most luxurious and famous dance hall in this era.

Compared with the Paramount, the dance halls in Nanjing really pale into insignificance.

There are countless birds and birds at the door, and countless vehicles.

Sellers of cigarettes and cakes, and the entrance to a dance hall, are now the busiest places in Shanghai.

Zhou Qinghe stepped into it, and immediately, euphemistic singing came.

Zhou Qinghe walked to the bar, ordered a glass of red wine, shook the glass, and slowly observed everyone in the venue.

"Sir, is this your first time here?" At this time, a thin-faced man who looked about 37cm came over with a smile on his face, wearing a white suit and smiling broadly.

"Yes, how did you tell?" Zhou Qinghe replied casually.

"Isn't this easy to see? I've been hanging out in Paramount for several years. If I see a person as talented and extraordinary as you, sir, I will definitely remember you."

Zhou Qinghe smiled and said, "What can I do to take care of you?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Hangzhou."

"Hangzhou? A great place."

The other party smiled and said: "Sir, this is your first time here. I see that you are all alone here, and you seem to be not very interested. In fact, in addition to dancing, we also have a casino at Paramount. I wonder if you, sir, are interested in playing a few games?"

(End of this chapter)