After Waking up Beside the Villain

      The veritable merry life of the city that never sleeps is vividly displayed.

    It's like a whole new world.

      plastered with crumbling decay.

    A rickshaw went from the dock of Xinpu River, crossed the bustling Suzhou River, and arrived at the edge of the concession.

    The driver is thin, wearing a short gown, revealing dark skin, and wearing a straw hat on his head. A light rain had just fallen in the evening, and the brim of the straw hat was still dripping with water, and it was clasped on the head wetly, mixed with sweat into dampness.

    The lady in the car disliked this filth very much, and she didn't care about her manners.

    He raised his well-maintained hand, pulled the jade bracelet on his wrist, and threw a few cents into the car by the way.

    "Walk slowly, ma'am."

    The coachman said in a low voice, the eyes under the straw hat turned slightly, watching the pair of high heels trying to avoid the puddles away under the street lamp.

    It's getting late, there is no one around, and there is no business to do.

    The driver picked up the car again, went out of the concession, and circled Zhabei twice, and finally came to the intersection of Manzhou Road.

    There are several shops at the intersection, which have long been closed, but there is still light behind, a red lantern squeezed in the gap.

      Xingyue couldn't see a trace, depressed and cramped.

      The atmosphere comes.

    Because it's late at night, it's quiet here, so in the daytime, women who wash and cook under the shade of the rain and in the kitchen can play this long and narrow space into a big show, with conflicts and contradictions , joy and sorrow.

    The men are usually the supporting roles in this play, and they only play a role in elaborating or sighing. They can't eat these human fireworks. Bian and his wife, who cares about three or five coins, talked about the depression of being unemployed or the pride of being appreciated in a foreign firm.

    The wheels of the rickshaws roll through this rare peaceful and quiet area.

    Through this dark alley, the rickshaw finally arrived in front of the house with the red lantern.

    The side door of the house was half opened, and inside stood a slender figure wearing a cheongsam.

    The figure seemed to be waiting for something aimlessly. When he saw the rickshaw coming, he didn't raise his eyes, but said in the dark, "Are you drinking?"

    "A regular customer who doesn't lead the way will cost at least ten yuan, and you won't be able to stay overnight. If you can't afford it, go to Nanyangqiao's cousin, don't turn here."

      Accompanying guests, why did you come to the door to watch the door?"

    The cheongsam woman who was called the school book for girls was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and said in surprise, "Yo, Master Zhang."

    "What wind brought you here?"

    The cold face of the girl's school book immediately melted and turned into a sweet smile.

    As she led the driver into the door, she said in a familiar tone: "Yesterday I heard Master Rong say that you have left Haicheng after taking over a big business, and you won't be able to come back for a while. I didn't expect to see you today."

    "You don't drive antiques anymore, and are you pulling rickshaws instead?"

    Jiuyanzhang took off his straw hat, revealing a simple, honest and ordinary face belonging to a middle-aged man, and he couldn’t find it in the crowd: up."

    The girl's face changed slightly, she looked left and right, but did not answer rashly.

    The two walked into the yard and came to a door.

    The girl's school book lifted the embroidered curtain on the door, and there was a strong smell of fat powder blowing on the face, and the bright light.

      The charming woman sat there and took a nap, and when she heard the movement, she opened her eyes, and she was not surprised when she saw that it was nine eyes.

    "Xue Hongniang ate Mr. Yu's gun, and the apartment was burnt to ashes, and the Jiuliuhui went to more than one third overnight, I think you are a piece of cake Stone, it's time to move."

    The woman winked.

    Girls' school book club, she immediately exited, closed the door, and stood under the porch to smoke.

    Jiuyanzhang ignored this and sat directly opposite the woman, with something in her hand on the coffee table, which was one of the few coins thrown by the lady who got off the bus before. pieces.

    It's just that this coin is different from ordinary coins. A small piece of paper is glued to one side of the coin. It is taken down and unfolded, and a few tiny words are written with a pen inside.

      These, do you think you are not dying fast enough?"

    Jiuyan shook his head: "It's not my decision. Something will happen to Jiuliu. Do you think that Mr. Yu killed Xue Hongniang's batch of food and eat it? This crime is Jiuliu. You and I can't escape the crime of the meeting. This is the opportunity given by Mr. Yu to take the blame and make merit. "

    A cloud of smoke was exhaled between the two bright red lips.

    "It's a pity that Xue Hongniang died too soon, otherwise my mother would have to tear up her face and throw it away to feed the dog."

    The woman said, her voice paused, and then said: "You came to me, I think you know that these spy-related people are frequent clients here, but in my heart I don’t want to pick it up. Once I get out of the concession, I won’t be able to live in my study apartment for a day. I finally moved here. I have so many peaceful days and I’m not willing to make trouble.”

    "If these people make a mistake with me, I will not only peel off my skin."

    "If I am gone, this bookstore will also be scattered, these girls go outside, but they will not earn a little pity, and they will end up going to the alley to be a 'pheasant' Or be a piece of 'bacon' to be slaughtered by others. After two years, old age and fading, that is, the life of a lowly servant, if you are lucky, you may not live by that time, just like in other halls. Yes, crazy and stupid, stab the neck with the hairpin, or die more beautifully-"

    "But I, Qiao Rong, can't see this, Master Zhang, do you understand?"

    Nine Eyes Zhang glanced at the woman who claimed to be Qiao Rong but didn't know if the name was true or false, and said lightly: "You are a prostitute, you are a prostitute, don't you really think you are some kind of good person?"

    Qiao Rong smiled and said nothing.

    Jiuyanzhang was also silent for a while, and then said: "Your bookstore only opened five years ago. Five years ago, the first money of the bookstore was given by Mr. Yu. Yes, the first group of people was brought out by Mr. Yu from the Huayan Room in Xiaodongmen, and the first trouble was solved by Mr. Yu."

    "Mr. Yu is not a good person either."

    The smoke in the pipe gradually went out.

     At most, he was kicked out of Haicheng, but are you still there as usual?”

     Jiuyanzhang didn't answer, and Qiao Rong didn't need Jiuyanzhang to answer.

    She struck another fire, lit the small note from the coin, then got up with her pipe and walked out the door.

    The courtyard is surrounded by a patio, and there is a two-story building.

    Qiao Rong took the girls' school book from the side stairs to the second floor and knocked on a door that was still lit.

    There is a famous young man drinking and frolic with a girl in a gown. Seeing Qiao Rong and the girl's school book come in, the drunk young man will pull the girl's school book and have fun together.

    Qiao Rong stretched out her hand to stop it without a trace, and took advantage of the situation to put the brother on the shoulder, smiled and sighed, accompanied the brother to hold the glass, and said: "He Shao, I heard that you have opened a new home. Newspapers, and where are the foreigners backing them up?"

    He Shao's drunken eyes opened slightly: "Where did you hear this from Aunt Qiao?"

     "Yesterday, the people in your newspaper office came to have a drink and said, what, is it fake?" Qiao Rong said.

    He Shao thought that there were indeed a few people in the newspaper who liked to come here to play, and he didn't think much about it, he laughed and said: "Where is it fake, that's true! That's what I got to know. Friends, Europeans..."

    Hearing this, the girl's school book next to her said softly: "He Shao can know such a friend, he must know a lot of foreigners. This foreigner's affairs are new, there are many rumors outside, We haven't heard a few words of truth, can you tell us about it..."

    "Wan'er want to hear? Come!"

    He Shao stared at the beautiful face of the girl's school, his eyes were straight, and he stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms. Seeing no rejection, he became more and more complacent and kept talking about his foreign friend. , Soon, after a few glasses of wine, he was tempted again and said more people from the editorial department, whether they were foreigners or Chinese.

    Three days later, a slender concubine was quietly added to the home of the young master of the He family.

    Not long after, the concubine was transferred to others, and the young master of the He family was found dead in a dark alley one night, with all his belongings lost and suspected of being robbed.

     Beneath the calm surface, undercurrents are rippling.

    But at the same time, they are also the largest and densest net in the dark side of the entire Haicheng. Traders and pawns, open prostitutes and secret thieves, as long as there are people, there is room for them to breed. In this space, it is not too difficult to find some people and do some things.

    Prostitutes, rickshaws, pedicures, Liyuan Theater…

    Messages passed again and again, observations in inconspicuous corners, and seemingly ordinary secret actions.

    For the first time, this dirty, gray net showed its tightening appearance.

    In two weeks.

    In a bungalow in the concession, a senior brown-haired foreigner stared at the intelligence information in his hand, his face gloomy and ugly.

    "Louis, if I remember correctly, all these people were lost in this half month. Every one of our intelligence personnel has paid a great price to cultivate, The information in their hands and the contacts they have connected to Haicheng can play a huge role. But now you tell us that two-thirds of them have died, and all our previous efforts have been wasted. already?"

    "This is not acceptable to me, Louie."

    The curly-haired foreigner standing by the side bowed his head deeply without any excuse: "I'm sorry, Mr. Adams."

    Adams said: "Are there any suspects?"

    "Du Tianming and Peter Boris." Louie said.

    Adams frowned slowly, silent for a moment, and said, "Add Yu Jingzhi."

    Louis raised his head: "Mr. Adams, Gao Lan hasn't replied yet, will we be too quick to start with Yu Jingzhi?"

    "No. We won't do it until we get any hold of him. The war in Europe has just ended, and this is not a good time."

    Adams said: "For this matter, we just follow the normal steps to investigate the damage of the intelligence organization, Yu Jingzhi is our partner, a good old friend, I need It's not too much of a request for him to cooperate and offer some convenience...if he's still our friend."

    Louis nodded and said, "That day tomorrow will be over there..."

    "No need to move, borrowing someone else's knife to kill once is enough." Adams said, "Pete will come to see me. I know him well, we are all for the sea The city is a fat and unscrupulous jackal."

    "Louis, Pete is an idiot, he is not scary, we have to keep a close watch on Yu Jingzhi. Although his performance some time ago was still as wild and crazy as he was back then, my Intuition tells me that he has changed. He is doing some things behind his back and is unwilling to continue to be our puppet."

    "A long time ago, my father warned me that if I encounter a dog that cannot be leashed, the best way to deal with it is to kill it as soon as possible to avoid being bitten."

    In the morning, the sky is warm.

    In the car heading to Fang's mansion, Yu Jingzhi casually talked about the results of his handling of the Jiu Liuhui, and finally glanced at Chu Yunsheng with a smile, and asked jokingly.

    "Don't you think it's scary?"

    Chu's father and Chu's mother knew that Chu Yunsheng had returned to Haicheng, and after working in Yu Jingzhi's hospital, Chu Yunsheng proposed to Yu Jingzhi to change his plan, so that he would have a superficial identity.

    The trust between the two is enough, Yu Jingzhi did not reject this proposal, and even thought it might be better to do so.

    An ordinary doctor just offended the Tianminghui, took refuge in Yu Jingzhi, and became Yu Jingzhi's so-called friend, so it wouldn't be so secretive, right?

    This is obviously a ghost.

    If the headquarters of Minghui was washed by Yu Jing's blood today, Du Tianming would definitely stop for a while. Without the threat of Tianminghui in the short term, Chu Yunsheng can take it for granted and regain his freedom. Being an ordinary doctor and an ordinary friend will not attract much attention.

    This is what Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi wanted.

    And the penicillin matter has come to an end temporarily, only the secret mass production operation is left, Chu Yunsheng can just get out of the way, clear the relationship by the way, and continue with other plans.

    After reaching an agreement on the identity matter, Yu Jingzhi cleaned up some traces, and took Chu Yunsheng out to visit Haicheng. Occasionally, Boss Meng and Li Ershao came over. People are mixed together, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are regarded as Yu Jingzhi's subordinates, and there is nothing unusual.

    And today, Yu Jingzhi is going to take Chu Yunsheng to visit his middle school husband Fang Jiming.

    Chu Yunsheng heard what Yu Jingzhi asked with a smile, looked out the window and said, "It's never hard to be a good person."

     Spreading his shoulders and leaning on the seat, Yu Jingzhi laughed softly: "Fortunately, I'm not a good person."

    Chu Yunsheng did not answer this.

    The car soon arrived at Fang's mansion in the concession, but the two did not see Mr. Fang. The housekeeper only said that Mr. Fang went to the editorial office of the Oriental Daily before dawn. Yu Jingzhi asked Lu Yun to turn the car around and head to the Oriental News.

    Chu Yunsheng knew about the Oriental News, and he also asked Yu Jingzhi to subscribe to this newspaper during the days when the laboratory and the hospital were not going out.

    Oriental News is not as famous as Shenbao and Progress News, and often has advanced remarks or foreign words, and does not follow the popular line of Haicheng News News and Xinmin News to publish those The novels of the Yuanyang Butterfly School or the rumors of the common people who do not know the truth or the false, but they have a very individual character and always publish some truths that will be pulled out and shot by outside warlords at any time.

    It does not have any fixed style, nor is it limited to any type of articles, as if what you post and write is only based on the preferences of the editors, it is very casual.

    Because of this nature, Mr. Fang Jiming can't count the number of times Mr. Fang Jiming squatted with two hands. The editors are all used to moving, and it takes ten minutes to clean up an office, pack up and send people and things to a rickshaw, which is amazing.

    It's also Fang Jiming's wealthy family and extensive friends, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the prison, let alone continue to run a newspaper.

    The car stopped at Baoanli, and Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi walked over.

    "There are many newspapers here, big and small, but most of them are tabloids that can't be named and die."

    Yu Jingzhi said as he walked: "When the Oriental Daily was first established, it was also on Wangping Street's declaration side. There are many newspaper offices, smooth news, and a newspaper industry association. Mr. Fang also joined After going through that association, I only joined the association for less than half a month, and then I wrote an article scolding the association. The next day, the Newspaper Association published a newspaper and removed Mr. Fang's name. It was also that time that Mr. Fang moved from Wangping Street. After leaving, the Newspaper Association will soon be gone..."

    Chu Yunsheng heard a lot of anecdotes from Mr. Fang from Yu Jingzhi's mouth.

    However, as soon as I entered the editorial office of the Oriental Daily, I saw Mr. Fang Jiming with my own eyes, but it was completely different from this image.

      Si Ming was sitting behind a table in the corner wearing a plain robe, writing.

    He is about fifty years old, with a round face and a round nose, and a short beard. At first glance, it will only make people think of the most kind and friendly old man in the neighborhood. He must not be sharp and cold. cultural people hooked up.

    Yu Jingzhi is obviously a frequent visitor here, and the people around him did not pay more attention to his arrival, only Fang Jiming, who was sitting at the desk, saw him, raised his head, and said with a smile: " It's hard for you to find it here."

    "This is..."

    Yu Jingzhi pulled out two chairs, let himself and Chu Yunsheng sit, and said: "I went to Fang Mansion. This is my friend Chu Yunsheng, a doctor."

    Fang Jiming nodded, looked at Chu Yunsheng, then looked at Yu Jingzhi, and said, "If there was such a big disturbance before, I'm not afraid of verbal criticism. You don't have to expect me to speak for you."

    "Sir don't have to speak for me. As long as some things are the truth, the truth, the gentleman will naturally say it." Yu Jingzhi smiled and asked again, "Sir said this to Mr. Zheng Right? That's why he just moved out from Fang's mansion a few days ago."

    Fang Jiming nodded: "It can't be said that they are different, it's just that he wants to get to know some people and do some things, but I haven't decided whether to go with him or not. Do it. You know, whether the position is good or bad, as long as you stand, the truth is no longer the truth, and the truth is no longer pure."

    Speaking, Fang Jiming sighed, shook his head and said, "Stop talking about him, talk about you, what's the matter with you today? Let's talk about the ugly first, I still don't accept your silver dollars. of."

    "Sir doesn't need my help, and of course I won't ask for it."

    Yu Jingzhi took out a piece of paper from the cuff of the robe, unfolded it and handed it to Fang Jiming.

    Fang Jiming didn't intend to accept anything from Yu Jingzhi, and he just glanced at it casually.

    But it was this look that made his eyes freeze directly.

    His eyes squinted, then widened in disbelief, his fingers grabbed the piece of paper, then he raised his head in hindsight, glanced left and right with implied vigilance, and finally Turning his gaze back to Yu Jingzhi: "This described drug... Really exists?"

    He suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed again: "The medicines in Jihetang are also yours?"

    Yu Jingzhi nodded slightly.

    Fang Jiming was startled, and almost stood up from the chair suddenly, but he controlled his movements in the end, only shaking his fingers, pressing the emotion in his throat: "Do you want to doing what?"

    Yu Jingzhi: "I just want to use the power of Mr. to save more people."

    Fang Jiming stared at the piece of paper, leaned slightly into the chair, and did not speak for a while. Yu Jingzhi and Chu Yunsheng also sat quietly without speaking.

    At this moment, the telegraph machine of the editorial department suddenly rang, and a telegram came in.

    An editor near the telegraph machine picked up the telegram and browsed it.

    "The Orientals are too deceiving!"

    An extremely angry curse, accompanied by a loud bang when the table was angrily smashed.

    People in the office were startled and looked around.

    "Zhaofu, what's wrong?"

    "What happened, why are you so excited?"

    "What was written on the telegram?"

    In the corner, Chu Yunsheng counted the time now, and had some guesses in his heart, turned his head to look, and sure enough, someone curiously leaned over and read the content of the telegram—

     "Yesterday, the Toyo government proposed at the peace conference to unconditionally transfer Germany's rights and interests in the Qingzhou Peninsula to Toyo.

    The Chinese delegation refused.

    Rejection may be invalid. "