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The next day, a vigorous and refreshed Wang Yan got up from the entanglement of four arms and four legs, washed himself, licked his forehead, put on fragrant clothes, took out his wallet and took out four five-cards. The ten-dollar knife was placed on the bedside table, and he left the room without hesitation.

Because knives with a face value of one hundred dollars are difficult to spend and are not very common, fifty, twenty, etc. are more popular. Wang Yan generously gave one hundred to each person, almost one tael of gold per person, to maintain his persona of being lustful, romantic, and being taken advantage of. After all, he gave the little beggar fifty dollars, and the two women who slept with him were indispensable.

In fact, it is not easy for him. He has to maintain such a persona. He has to deal with thousands of chickens every day for ten years. Some of the women who approach him are for pleasure, some are asking for money, and some are seeking information. He has to deal with it. It’s also very energy-consuming.

This was a necessary cover. After all, if there was nothing wrong with him, he would have been killed long ago. Because at this time, everyone has problems. Whoever doesn’t have problems has problems, and then he deserves to die. Wang Yan hangs out in Shanghai's upper-class circles, where there's a lot of entertainment and entertainment, and there's no such thing as a good person.

Going downstairs, most of the men I met along the way were in the same situation. The familiar people all smiled knowingly. After having breakfast in the dining room on the first floor, after leaving the gate of Paramount, these people were again He became a prominent figure in Shanghai.

He Shaohong, Fang Yuantu, and Zhang Xian left last night. They are all people with families, and although they are quite ordinary, there is no use staying overnight for each of them as a three- or two-minute contestant...

Wang Yan had a table by himself, eating various exquisite breakfasts and reading the latest issue of the newspaper. Where is the war going on? What is the situation of the war? Who is speaking out for the Japanese? The red party publishes encouraging commentaries. What big shot dies in an accident? Which Shanghai star has some scandal. There is a thick stack of newspapers from various newspapers, ranging from the international situation, to the domestic war, to where the people live in misery and dire straits, and where the people are singing and dancing and singing every night.

The so-called romance of the Republic of China is all reflected in the unyielding roar of the Chinese nation displayed in those cold lines.

Under such circumstances, the appearance of Ichiro Muramoto seemed particularly off-putting. But obviously, Ichiro Muramoto did not have such a consciousness. He said with a smile: "Inspector Wang has a really good appetite. He eats so much by himself."

"Even if I can't eat, I still have to fill the table, because I have a good appetite after looking at so many things. I have earned so much money, and if I don't look for opportunities to spend it and enjoy it, if someone kills me at any time, Aren't you giving others an advantage?" Wang Yan glanced at him and said, "I just came downstairs to have breakfast, and you sat in front of me. It seems that you Japanese have a lot of spies."

"No, no, no, it's because you are too famous and there are too many people who know you. Your whereabouts have never been a secret."

Wang Yan snorted, took a mouthful of wontons, stuffed the bun into his mouth, and asked in a muttered voice, "What was the result of your discussion regarding the compensation for the previous goods?"

Of course, Ichiro Muramoto came here for this matter. He said with a serious face: "You also know how valuable those goods were before. There are so many places to spend money, and we can't spare so much money to compensate you." And those French people. But we have discussed that we can let you sell a few more batches of sulfonamides and other illegal drugs to compensate for your losses. After that, you can no longer sell these drugs. In addition, we will give you more Thirty thousand dollars, you can use this money to satisfy the French people who you think should be satisfied, what do you think?"

It was not beyond Wang Yan's expectation. Not to mention that the Japanese government in Shanghai was very poor. Even if they had money, they would not pay. This was an inevitable choice. Therefore, it became inevitable to reluctantly let them sell the sulfonamides that they had been selling. Because sulfonamide is an antibiotic, in the era before penicillin was released, sulfonamide was used to save lives. Wounded soldiers on the battlefield needed a large amount of sulfonamide. This kind of medicine is of great value and is not bad at selling. You can make a lot of money by selling it a few times.

"Fifty thousand, maybe."

"No problem." Ichiro Muramoto nodded cheerfully, took out a brown paper bag from the bag he brought and put it on the table: "It's all here, it's our little thought, and it will satisfy you and the French."

Wang Yan smiled: "Since it's cooperation, I can't just take benefits and do nothing. Iger told me that before you detained the goods of foreigners from the United States, Britain and France, they already had an idea. They said they were working with the national army. To discuss weapons assistance, the three parties will jointly provide a batch of advanced weapons and equipment and military supplies to the national army, and will also send professionals to teach the national army soldiers how to use them in combat."

"Although we have known the news in advance, we still thank you for your help." Ichiro Muramoto was not dissatisfied at all, but was just proud of their intelligence system.

The Japanese intelligence system is indeed very good. It has been developed carefully for many years and is willing to spend money to invest. How could it be bad? There are many factions, such as Iwai Mansion, Super High School, Mei Agency, etc. Some are affiliated with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, some with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, some with the Japanese Army Headquarters, the Navy, etc. They all serve their own interest groups, so their internal struggles are actually very fierce.

Wang Yan nodded: "Please, please. If there is any new situation in the future, I will call you."

Ichiro Muramoto was embarrassed. He thought Wang Yan would invite him to have a sumptuous breakfast together. After all, don't Chinese people like these hypocritical politenesses? But when he met someone who was not hypocritical and asked him to leave directly, he could only endure the unhappiness in his heart and politely stood up and left.

Wang Yan ate for a while, then waved to the waiter to calculate the total cost. He Shaohong and others did not settle accounts on their own initiative. Sometimes this behavior is a good thing, and sometimes it is a bad thing. As a well-known money-spreading boy, Wang Yan never let his subordinates spend money.

After calculating the money, Wang Yan took the brown paper bag and drove out of Paramount amid the cordial farewells from the waiters.

There were all kinds of messy food on the table where he was dining, and a few waiters skillfully cleared them away amidst the comments from other diners. Some of them secretly kept some for themselves, or took them home to feed their families. The rest were given to a group of gray-faced little beggars who had been waiting eagerly opposite Paramount.

They all think that Wang Yan is a famous fool, but they also say that Captain Wang is a good man with a kind heart...

After returning to the arresting room and signing in, Wang Yan put on his police uniform and first took the money to see him off. Little Japan gave him money and asked him to give it to the French, so he would give it to the French. Of course, the money was not much, but the money that showed the attitude of the Japanese was very popular with the arrogant French. They also know that it is impossible to get back the previous money, and it is the best result to be able to make up for it. Now they have an extra sum for nothing, which is very good.

After all, the same thing is true: they are making money for France as well as themselves. As long as these two points are met, what secrets can there be?

The conflict between the French and the Japanese lay in French Indochina, which later became Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, including the Guangzhou Bay area ceded by the Qing Dynasty. This is France's largest colony in the Far East. In comparison, those concessions in China are not worth mentioning, and the benefits are even worse. Similarly, the British colonies are also in Southeast Asia, and the interests of the United States are also in Southeast Asia.

The game between the Japanese and Britain, the United States and France has never been about just Shanghai.

The selfish nature of people determines that the French in Shanghai, the French in Indochina, and the French in France are three groups. Under the large common interests, there are small interest groups...

But those things had little to do with Wang Yan. It was enough for him to understand the situation in Shanghai. After giving different amounts of money to several French people and telling them what the Japanese meant, he went to Chen Jiangliu.

As a detective, naturally no one would check Chen Jiangliu's attendance. As long as the French could find him or his subordinates could find him when they had important matters, then no one would care about him.

But perhaps because he was leaving, Chen Jiangliu, who rarely worked in the prison in the past, always came early in the past two days and left last.

Seeing Wang Yan open the door and come in, he laughed happily after having received the gold bars yesterday: "Ayan, you don't blame me, do you?"

"What did the detective say? It's just fifty gold bars. I should pay for your passage to Hong Kong Island. Even if you don't tell me, with your care for me over the years, I still have to give it with both hands."

"It's because I'm old and my eyelids are shallow." Chen Jiangliu shook his head and sighed, took a puff of his cigar, blew out the smoke and asked, "How is it, have everything been arranged?"

"What's the problem?" Wang Yan asked confidently, and leisurely took out the old knife and lit it.

Chen Jiangliu was stunned for a moment, nodded and smiled: "Yeah, what's the problem? You belong to my position. To be honest, Ayan, I know you can take me down long ago. Why don't you sit on it yourself? Are you willing to serve as captain under me for so many years?"

"Everything beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. I have never heard of a Chinese detective in his twenties. I have been in the limelight in doing business with foreigners in these years. I am not bad at fame and fortune. There is no need to carry this burden." It’s really unacceptable to have a bad reputation and be involved in various forces.”

"Aren't you involved now?"

"Yes, you are still sober and willing to retreat."

"I'm just old. If I were the same age as you, what wouldn't I dare to do? Now the Japanese are forcing me, the Kuomintang is intimidating me, and the Red Party is even more ruthless, killing people silently, and the prestige in the gang is It’s also not as good as before. In this situation, if you say I don’t leave immediately and live a peaceful life in a few years, what are you waiting for?”

So he did reject the Japanese, but he actually had no choice, because if he agreed, he would definitely die. If he didn't agree, he would abdicate and let someone who agreed come forward, and he would still be alive.

But he overestimated the Japanese people's generosity, and also overestimated Wang Yan's tolerance. If the Japanese didn't kill him, Wang Yan would have to send someone to do it. They are all people who have done all kinds of bad things and deserve to die if they are no longer useful.

"You did the right thing. After all, we have a big family. Unlike me, one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. However, I am still greedy and unwilling to give up a good situation." Wang Yan nodded and asked casually: "Inspector , yesterday morning you asked the three of us what we thought of the Japanese, I think it was just based on your feelings, right?"

Chen Jiangliu sighed helplessly: "The Japanese are so powerful that China may not last long... One day, you and I will all be slaves to the subjugation of the country..."

People are so complex, and they will make different choices when encountering the same thing at different stages of their lives. Chen Jiangliu is now talking about caring about the country and the people, but just now, he said that he would dare to do anything at the same age as Wang Yan.

However, Wang Yan believed that this old guy was sincere now. He shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, the current situation is like this, I can't help myself, let's not talk about it anymore. Detective, when will we leave for Hong Kong? I'll go Send it to you."

Chen Jiangliu gathered his emotions, pointed at Wang Yan with a cigar between his fingers, and said with a smile: "I think you want to be in a position. Come on, you can buy a plane ticket for next week."

"The detective underestimated Wang Yan. I was not in a hurry to get the position before. How many days can I miss? I really just want to give you a reward. No matter what, I have worked for you for so many years, and you still treat me like an old man. As a senior member of the gang, I should give you a gift both emotionally and rationally."

Chen Jiangliu, an old guy, was somewhat moved. Wang Yan is a reliable person...

After an uneventful day with good security and an extravagant dinner, Wang Yan drove back to his home on Julu Road.

He opened the gate himself and drove the car into the yard, but he was thinking about whether to find a concierge and a driver. After all, he wants to be a detective, his status has risen, and taking into account his business, it seems a bit shabby and lackluster now. He is even preliminary and qualified to build a manor and call it the 'Prince's Mansion'...

While he was thinking about this, the door was opened by him. Looking at the environment in the yard, he instinctively felt that something was wrong because it was cleaned more cleanly than usual.

Only Aunt Li does the work here. Occasionally at best, when her man pulls a rickshaw here in the evening, she will come to the door and help clean up, and then take Aunt Li happily. Go home for dinner.

Cleaning up the yard is a big job, and Aunt Li's old arms and legs can't sit still. Even if her man is included, she won't be able to do it so well. Besides, Wang Yan has never given mandatory tasks to Aunt Li. They are all casual. As long as the house is kept clean and tidy, Aunt Li will be happy to have some free time and will never do so much.

Pretending that nothing happened, Wang Yan drove into the yard, closed the door, opened the door and entered the house.

Not surprisingly, the environment in the house is also very clean, but this is not surprising, because Aunt Li is quick with her hands and feet and is always very clean.

Wang Yan did not move around anxiously to check, but hummed a tune leisurely, poured a glass of still mild boiled water, and then slowly walked upstairs. At the corner of the door, he looked at the inconspicuous and still existing He opened the door and looked at the hinge. He didn't see a very small black thread that should be there. He shook his head and smiled, and then strode into the bedroom.

After changing into a nightgown, Wang Yan fiddled with boiling water for the bath, then went up to the study room on the third floor, walked to the bookcase in the rightmost row, opened the bookcase and hugged his shoulders to see the subtle changes. Finally, he sighed and reached in. Pulling the trigger, half of the bookcase popped out, and all that came into view were gold bars and knives, as well as a few house deeds and a few pistols.

After looking at the swing position, he turned around and walked to the bookcase on the far left. After doing the same operation, he looked at a pile of weapons and ammunition placed in a hidden compartment in the large space. Fortunately, the sniper rifles and the southern pistols we got back were all placed in the space, otherwise something would have happened today.

This is why Wang Yan didn't kill Chen Jiangliu before taking over. There is a huge gap between Detective Hua and Captain Hua. If it were placed on him, the gap would be even greater. That would make him attract more attention prematurely, just like attracting the Japanese now.

The house was carefully searched by at least five people, and the only two hidden compartments were found. Needless to say, eavesdropping devices were definitely installed. Wang Yan picked up the phone, looked at the tightening marks of the screws on it, and shook his head helplessly.

After lighting a cigarette, Wang Yan looked at the garden house next to him from the small window on the west side. After smoking the cigarette, he turned around and sat back on the chair, picked up the phone and dialed a few words. After getting off the carousel, the call was connected for a while, and he said, "Dongzi, it's me. I'm giving you a task to find out which manor in the French Concession is for sale."

"Yes, I'll buy it. Don't you want to be promoted to detective? It's embarrassing to live in this small garden house anymore. Okay, let's talk about flattery later, and let me handle the matter quickly. Buy a small one, don't buy a big one, I don't have it I have no children, my apartment is too big and I’m not popular.”

"Find me a driver and a gatekeeper. The house is too big for Aunt Li to take care of, and find me a nanny. I have to keep up with those rich people in the future, and I can't be inferior to them. Okay, That’s it, I’ll wait for your news.”

After explaining, Wang Yan hung up the phone and silently turned over the book until night fell, when he took a hot bath and turned off the lights early to go to bed. After a fierce battle last night, why don't you take good care of yourself today? This is his routine. A day of indulgence and a few days of recuperation. Shanghai is famous for taking care of your body...

"I really don't understand. Why did the team leader ask us to spy on this Chinese man? Judging from the luxurious appearance of his home, it's just like what we found out. He is a man who likes money. I heard that he had sex with two women last night. Four hours? No wonder he went to bed early today, he is such an enviable guy..."

"Who says otherwise, Tamura, this Chinese is simply not human."

In the darkness, two Japanese men smoked cigarettes, and in the flickering light and dark, their faces showed their yearning for the power of men. They were talking quietly and wantonly, talking about how much money the Chinese man had and how much he could do.

Little did they know that the Chinese people they were talking about were standing outside the window.

Wang Yan, who was in disguise, had been listening for a long time and was sure that the person coming was the one assigned by the Special Higher Education Department. He did not alert the snake, but went down to the second floor with slight fear, and climbed out of the wall from the backyard.

After walking for a few minutes, I passed the junction and entered the public concession. I followed a bicycle and pedaled to Chengdu Road. He ducked into a five-story apartment not far from the Suzhou River and climbed straight to the fifth floor. He got the wire and opened the door skillfully and quickly, even faster than he had a key.

Although he did rent this house, how could he have the time to remember which key goes with which house? It would be fine if he didn't have the ability to slide in and pick locks. The key point was that he did. If he still played a matching game, he would be mentally ill.

Opening the door softly, closing the door softly. After entering the house, he did not turn on the light. Instead, he quietly walked to the window and opened a gap. Then he took out the radio station from the space, pulled out the antenna and stretched it out along the window. After debugging for a long time, when it was completed, I looked at the time and saw that it was already a minute after ten o'clock. I immediately started to contact Jingzhe's radio station to send a report.

"The situation has changed recently. We will no longer contact you as usual. If there is something urgent, please report to the missing person. He said that his third uncle has defected to Wu Laoer and is waiting at the Xinyi Hotel outside the North Station. Please do not return the copy."

Wang Yan simply changed the channel, matched the frequency again, and started typing a long message.

"I will be promoted to detective. Lin Hongyuan, the old man I admire from the Qing Gang, has surrendered to the enemy and betrayed me. The Japanese special forces asked me to arrest anti-Japanese elements and hand them over to them. At the same time, I turned a blind eye to their arrests of anti-Japanese elements in the French Concession. I have agreed to cooperate with the Japanese special forces. . Judging from this, the Japanese invaders have completely stabilized their position in Shanghai. At the same time, the Japanese invaders arbitrarily detained the smuggled goods of foreigners in the public concession and the French Concession. This was a move to test the attitudes of Britain, the United States and France, and may plan to completely occupy the entire Shanghai area, or perhaps The South Sea colonies of the great powers. Britain, France and the United States jointly want to assist the Nationalist Government with weapons and equipment and other military supplies, and send professionals to teach how to use them. Japan and Japan have been informed of this letter in advance.

In addition, Japanese special forces have sent women to deliberately approach and seduce me, and at the same time they searched my home and arranged eavesdropping. I am safe and I may not be able to contact you at any time in the future. I have agreed on a new contact method with Jingzhe. "

After a while, a radio wave came from Chongqing carrying a message: "Allow silence, try to call once a week. Be flexible and adapt to changes. If the situation is critical, you can discuss it urgently with Jingzhe and handle it yourself."

The indicator light of the radio station stopped. Wang Yan quickly turned off the radio station, opened the door gently, and closed the door gently.

After leaving the apartment, something not so good happened after all.

The bicycle he brought along was taken away, and he wanted to return it along the way...

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