The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 228 The Big Wedding

Sassoon stood on the roof of the building, looking at the busy traffic on the Bund, and realized that he had made a mistake.

At that time, I was blinded by anger. In a moment of anger, I only considered the identity of Fujita and the captain of the Kiyoshi Military Police, completely forgetting that this Japanese had other influences.

If it were just the captain of the gendarmerie, he really wouldn't care. The name of Sassoon & Co., Ltd. was Matheson & Co., but its main business in Shanghai was actually real estate.

Build a house and collect rent, and make money steadily, just like the Chinachem Hotel. The investment of 700 million will recover the cost in years, and then you will have to eat the rent in the long term. This is a business that makes a profit without losing money.

As for the rest of the foreign business, the import and export business involving the power of Fujita and Kiyoshi was actually outsourced to subsidiaries, although it was also owned by Sassoon.

However, there are many people involved in this part of the business, there are many businessmen involved, and there are actually many disguised connections.

He had thought about it. If Fujita and Kiyoshi obstructed this aspect, he might not need to step forward. As long as so many businessmen who depended on Sassoon and Matheson for a living united to put pressure on the Military Police Headquarters.

I am not afraid that Fujita Kazuki will not submit.

The prestige of the Sassoon family cannot be challenged by a small Fujita Kazuki.

But now he looked at the busy traffic and remembered that this Japanese was still an influential doctor.

Fake!

He knew that Fujita Kazuki was a doctor and that he had good medical skills, but he really didn’t know how good his medical skills were and how wide his audience was. He was not a doctor, and he had never found Fujita Kazuki to see a doctor.

In my mind, it's probably the difference between one dollar and one yen. There is a price difference, but it's probably about the same.

They are all top doctors, how much difference can there be?

Sassoon looked at the street with a gloomy expression.

Looking down from an altitude of 77 meters, you can see dense motorcades, crowded crowds, and a whole street!

The Bund during the day is actually more congested than the Bund at night. This is because all the vehicles in Shanghai come to the Chinachem Hotel.

It’s really a shame. How many people in Shanghai have received invitations from Kazuki Fujita?

The problem is, he is the richest man in Shanghai.

No invitation received.

Downstairs, lobby.

Compared with the windy desolation upstairs, downstairs is full of business and bustling with people.

Shanghainese have to be stylish, but for a big boss, it is impossible to carry gifts to the door by yourself. You need a driver. Just now he helped drive, and now he helps deliver gifts.

Upon entering, the boss and the greeting staff chatted happily, and his men carried gifts to register with the people arranged at the door.

It’s not easy to receive gifts. The people who greet you have to arrange their languages. There are several tables for receiving gifts and recording their names. They are in English, Japanese, French, and Shanghainese. Anyway, the person giving the gift can always find the corresponding one. Write your name on the table.

After writing their names, the driver had to exit. There was no room for them today. It wasn’t because they couldn’t afford food, but the Chinachem Hotel couldn’t accommodate so many people, and the boss couldn’t stay at the door for a long time. He had to enter the venue after a brief chat. , to avoid blocking the next wave of doors.

It’s not easy for the person receiving the gift, and it’s not easy for the person giving the gift. This is Shanghai. If you want to talk about style, how can you do it without comparing yourself to others?

If you give too little, it means you have no strength. If you give too much, there will be more people than you, especially those engaged in business. In Shanghai, people are already opening houses. In the future, Fujita Kazuki will be the captain of the military police. If you give too little, even if it is less than others. Yeah, that's all life-threatening.

Waves of people were coming in, and people were giving gifts. Each one was picking up valuable things to give away, and the packaging on the outside was extremely luxurious.

It cannot be said that all those who give gifts are traitors, and they all give them to Fujita Kazuki, a Japanese.

It can only be said that I am in Shanghai and I am engaged in import and export business, so I cannot avoid coming today and giving away a lot.

It is true that he is trying to make money for his family, but among those who are in Cao Ying's heart and have a heart for Han, there are definitely not a few people who do show work.

Entering the venue, the stratification of personnel began.

Between businessmen and businessmen, between literati and literati, Japanese people also have literati who like calligraphy and literature. They can also get together, and then slowly contact Japanese upper-class figures who like literature, political circles and political circles, foreigners and people. The foreigners, the military community, and the military community all talk about their own affairs, but they don't feel that the arrangement is inappropriate.

Men wore suits and women wore long skirts and cheongsams. The waiters who shuttled between the crowds held wine trays with one hand behind their backs, allowing guests to take whatever they wanted. The atmosphere was very lively.

The only problem is that most of the people don't have a place to sit. The party comes early, so there are people who can stand.

On the luxurious sofa nearby.

Zhou Qinghe expressed his gratitude to Zhang Xiaolin. Zhang Xiaolin paid for this wedding banquet, and who was invited. Zhang Xiaolin also contributed a lot to the delivery of the guest list.

Those who came were all people who gave money to Zhou Qinghe. Zhang Xiaolin handled the matter of borrowing flowers and offering them to Buddha quite decently.

He asked for credit in his words, so this week Zhou Qinghe just said thank you in a few words.

Zhang Xiaolin waved to a young man not far away: "Fa Yao, come here."

The young man in the crowd was talking to a French lady in broken French, making the French lady laugh. Hearing the words, he turned his head and saw that he was beaten for his beauty hunt. She was a little unhappy, but Still came over.

As soon as Zhou Qinghe saw the young man's appearance, he knew that he was exhausted by alcohol and sex and was very weak.

"The dog Zhang Fa Yao." Zhang Xiaolin introduced: "I went to France to study for a few years. I just came back from Hong Kong today. Fa Yao, I met Chief Fujita."

"Why, after studying for a few years, I am a doctor, okay?"

Zhang Fayao was very rude to Zhang Xiaolin, but his attitude towards Zhou Qinghe was better, with a righteous look: "Sir Fujita, I am Zhang Fayao, a doctor of law. If you need my help in the future, just ask me."

You stay away from me, thank you. Zhou Qinghe smiled at the smell of smoke: "I didn't expect Brother Zhang's son to be so knowledgeable. Talents are rare, and even less Ph.D.s. Very good. What are your plans for coming to Shanghai? "

"Of course I have to do some legal work, Captain Fujita. I just heard someone said that Japan is going to establish a merchant maintenance association in Shanghai. I think I am a suitable legal advisor."

"It's so inappropriate! What kind of law do you know!"

Zhang Fayao's self-recommendation was interrupted by Zhang Xiaolin's sharp shout: "After studying for several years, I thought I knew it. How can you handle Shanghai? Be quiet."

Zhang Xiaolin laughed at Zhou Qinghe after the training: "Young people are ignorant, don't be offended, brother Zhou, I just want him to show his face, I have no intention of asking for a position, don't think too much about it."

Zhang Fayao was trained like a grandson. He was very embarrassed in public. The key point is that he is about the same age as Zhou Qinghe. Who is the young man?

Zhou Qinghe waved his hand and smiled: "Since you are here, you can find something to do. Don't waste your talents. There is no point in maintaining the meeting. They are all a bunch of businessmen. I think the city government is good. They can arrange a position in the legal profession."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Fayao's eyes lit up when he heard about the city government's post.

"What's good?" Zhang Xiaolin scolded him again with a straight face.

Zhang Xiaolin said to Zhou Qinghe: "I called him here just to say hello to Brother Zhou. Quanzi has an unstable personality. If he offends the Japanese somewhere in the future, I hope I will be merciful and bear with him."

Troublemaker, right?

Zhou Qinghe understood that Zhang Xiaolin's first refusal could be said to be a polite one. The reason he declined twice was because he really didn't want Zhang Fayao to go, and he really just wanted to make him look familiar.

Fa Yao is most likely a dandy in this picture. Zhang Xiaolin is afraid that he will offend the Japanese because of his lack of foresight and will be beaten to death by the superior Japanese on the spot. He is an absolute dandy and very disobedient. Otherwise, Zhang Xiaolin would not have to personally advance. Foreshadowing with him.

Immediately reassure him that he will take care of her.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Zhou Qinghe stood up.

"Brother, please."

As soon as Zhou Qinghe left, Zhang Fayao became dissatisfied: "The Japanese have agreed, why don't you let me go to work in the city government? What a great opportunity?"

Zhang Xiaolin hated the fact that iron could not become steel, and shouted in a low voice with a straight face: "I don't even dare to rent out the rental industry. Are you looking for death when you go to work in the city government?"

"Shanghai is dominated by the Japanese. What are you afraid of? At worst, send me a few more bodyguards. Who dares to kill me?"

Zhang Fayao's tone became even more dissatisfied: "Do you just want me to stay in this shabby concession and be a shabby policeman? You just don't want to see me."

"Can you tell me something more?"

"I said what's wrong? When I came back, you didn't give me a position and asked me to be a shabby policeman. I am a doctor of law who studied abroad and did this kind of work? Will I lose my status?

There was no one who assassinated you back then, right?

There are so many powerful people in Shanghai, and even a railway company consultant can be the mayor. If you let your son be a policeman who solves crimes with poor people every day, you can't afford to humiliate this person. I feel embarrassed. "

"Fuck you." If this was not the venue, Zhang Xiaolin could have slapped him.

Zhang Fayao was very adamant, "Who the fuck? I'm staying in Hangzhou well, but you have to let me come to Shanghai. When I come to Shanghai, I have to obey your orders. Why did you ask me to come?"

After saying that, he went to find a French noblewoman to solve his problems.

In the bathroom, Zhou Qinghe washed his hands in the mirror and said casually: "Zhang Xiaolin's son Zhang Fayao has come to Shanghai. Go find someone to find out who this guy is, what his hobbies are, where he likes to go, etc."

"Yes." Liu Kai responded with some doubts: "Do you want to target Zhang Xiaolin from Zhang Fayao's perspective? Or directly target Zhang Fayao."

"Of course it's Zhang Fayao."

When Zhou Qinghe saw Zhang Fayao, an interesting idea came to his mind.

He laughed and said: "This Xiaolin is hiding like a turtle shell, but I have seen this son. He is definitely a restless master. It will not be difficult to deal with him."

"But the mission we received was to seriously injure Zhang Xiaolin?" Liu Kai was still a little surprised.

Zhou Qinghe looked at him jokingly and raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this sadness hurt?" Liu Kai was stunned and said, "Hehe, hehehe." He smiled tremblingly.

"Have the actors been arranged?"

"arranged."

"it is good."

Now that Shanghai is open to the public and the Chinese are back, so many traitors gathered on the day Zhou Qing and the Japanese got married, and if they didn't make any noise, it would look like the Secret Service was not doing anything.

Others thought the Secret Service was giving Zhou Qinghe face.

Of course you have to kill a few people to see blood.

However, the security force was strong today, so Zhou Qinghe just asked his men to put on a show and kill a few without distinction. There was no need to make too much noise to avoid being caught.

After leaving the bathroom, Na continued to wander among the guests.

The people who came here at noon were mainly to build relationships among themselves. Businessmen and businessmen, and businessmen and the SH city government, they all urgently need to understand Shanghai's future policies.

As for Japan, the main ones who came forward were the commercial counselors of the consulate, and they also wanted to contact more concession businessmen.

The Businessmen's Association is a newly established organization. The Japanese have to stand behind the scenes to maintain a fair image. These bad things are all done by the Chinese who are standing in front of the stage. This is part of Doihara's strategy of using China to control China.

The consulate implements this part of the strategy, so it is also looking for famous Shanghai businessmen.

In the afternoon, the real big shots began to enter the scene. Consuls from various countries and military generals, these people needed Zhou Qinghe to come out to greet them.

"Congratulations."

"Come, please come inside."

They were sent in one by one, and suddenly a group of people came to the door, people from the British Consulate, and what was interesting was that Sassoon actually came in with them.

Zhou Qinghe's smile faded slightly. Why, do you want to eat for free?

Sassoon laughed: "Congratulations to Mr. Fujita on your wedding."

After saying that, he bowed his head to the place where the gifts were received, and saw a subordinate taking a gift box and registering it.

Zhou Qinghe smiled, stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man, and went in to welcome him.

It'd better be related to the transfer of Chinachem Hotel, otherwise I'll just let you walk around.

Sassoon had to come. The entire Shanghai business district was here today. If he didn't come, others wouldn't see it. This would be a very bad signal.

No one remembers little people, but others will definitely pay attention to people like him.

The time has entered a busy stage, and the people getting married are the most tired. After welcoming them, they start to go on stage to give a speech, and the wedding banquet begins.

The guests feasted and drank, which is the same in every country, and this was in Shanghai. Qinggang had assembled almost all the expensive ingredients, and the tables were served with flowing water. The main thing was that they were willing to spend money.

By nine o'clock in the evening, the fun was finally coming to an end, and Zhou Qinghe had to walk to the door again and start seeing people off.

The second half is about to begin.

Those who came last were the first to leave, and after they left they were the merchants.

After leaving a street on the Bund, and on their way back to their homes, gunshots suddenly rang out.

Clap clap clap.

"what sound?"

The sound of gunshots was particularly ear-piercing at midnight. The military police at the door of the hotel were immediately on alert, and someone came in to report.

Zhou Qinghe's expression was serious, and the senior officials of the Military Police Headquarters and the British and American Concessions all came out.

Reports from the investigation came back quickly.

"Three people were assassinated after attending a wedding, suspected to be the work of Chinese agents."

"idiot."

On Fujita and Kiyo's happy day, they actually committed a murder, which made the Military Police Headquarters very embarrassed.

This should have been the job of Zhou Qing and the gendarmerie.

"Fujita, today is an important day for you. Don't worry about it. Akio, you lead people to chase them. These Chinese must be captured and brought to justice."

"Hi."

Akio Tojo came forward with the military police, and the senior officials of the British and American Concessions also began to arrange patrols to cooperate with the investigation.

The guests who attended the banquet and had not yet had time to go back looked at each other, feeling a little nervous about themselves.

"It's okay, it's just that some gangsters want to block the road and rob. We will have military police to send everyone back."

No one at the consulate said that Chinese agents were carrying out sabotage operations. They could just find any excuse, regardless of whether the Chinese businessmen believed it or not. They could just placate them and fool them on the surface.

The businessman originally wanted to chat for a while, but now the speed of leaving the venue has begun to increase, and he has no intention of drinking. Leaving early with the large group can also spread the risk.

Twenty minutes later, Liu Kai, who came back from outside, made an inadvertent gesture to Zhou Qinghe, indicating that the withdrawal was complete.

It was just a single blow, and you had to retreat quickly whether you wanted to kill him or not. The retreat route had been arranged long ago, and the actions were random, so there was no chance of failure.

The gendarmerie and the patrol house didn't know that they had to work all night.

Zhou Qinghe and Yasuda Chiba also had to go home to work.

Yasuda Chiba was also very tired, not because she had to do many things at the wedding, but because of her lively personality, it would be very tiring to have to pretend to be a lady and go through the wedding process.

Now that he was suddenly out of the sea of ​​suffering, all that was left was the excitement of the wedding and the beauty of fulfilling his long-cherished wish by marrying Zhou Qinghe.

"Fujita-kun, you must be very tired." Yasuda Chiba pressed her fingers on Zhou Qinghe's shoulders and began to massage.

Then gradually go down.

Further down.

afterwards!

The two people who are fully charged still have a big thing to do.

Opening presents.

Whether the gift is expensive or not is not what matters.

That was the key to Zhou Qinghe's murder.

The point is to experience the joy of opening the box.

It's called boudoir fun.

So the two of them, who had just finished exercising, took a shower, went downstairs in their pajamas and began to open the boxes of gifts that filled the living room.

This is something she has never experienced in her life. Chiba Yasuda is also very interested. It doesn't matter whether she has money or not. To her, it is all other people's blessings to her.

So her job was to take the gift book and start proofreading it.

The recipient of the gift was instructed by Zhou Qinghe to mark all the gifts. The name was on the book, followed by the sorted number, and there was also the same number on the gift box, so that was it. One-to-one correspondence.

"What is Sassoon's number? He came with the British consul. The two figures should be quite close, and they are further back."

Zhou Qinghe turned over the numbers on the gifts one by one and sorted them in order.

"Sassoon, British Consul." Yasuda Chiba curled up her legs and searched carefully. As her fingers crossed from top to bottom on the book, her eyes lit up: "Found it, 624."

"Ok."

Zhou Qinghe had seen the box and found it quickly.

"Take it apart and take a look."

The gift box looks normal on the outside. Tear off the outer paper and you will find a beautiful box inside. After opening it, you will find two rolled documents inside, tied with a red rope.

Zhou Qinghe looked at it.

Sassoon has signed a land deed and a transfer of ownership of the Chinachem Hotel. As long as Zhou Qinghe signs, the Chinachem Hotel worth tens of millions will belong to him.

(End of this chapter)