Because he was worried about Nanjing's affairs, Duan Yinong handed over the US side cards to Lin Jiangbei, and then hurried to Shanghai Railway Station and took a night train from Hangzhou to Nanjing to return to Nanjing.

Regarding the follow-up communication with Colonel Price, commander of the Fourth Marine Regiment of the US Marine Corps, Zhang Shixue, secretary of the Shanghai Region, was in charge of the Shanghai Region, and if Lin Jiangbei made a breakthrough, Zhang Shixue could directly ask Zhang Shixue to take him to the Fourth Marine Regiment to meet Colonel Price at that time.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Liu Xuan dressed up briefly, cleaned himself up as a white-faced person in Shanghai, and went out with his leather bag.

Lin Jiangbei didn't go out until ten o'clock.

After going out, Lin Jiangbei did not call a rickshaw and stop a taxi as he had done two days ago, but walked more than 100 meters to the left and came to a shop called Wang Xingye Bicycle Shop.

Inside the bike shop, a sleepy-eyed young man yawned as he moved a large signboard out. This big sign has five big words written on it: Bicycle Rental. When he went out yesterday morning, Lin Jiangbei saw the signboard of this bicycle rental, and he came here at this time to rent a bicycle.

"Man, how do you rent a foreign car?" Lin Jiangbei asked the young man.

The young man glanced at Lin Jiangbei with disdain and said, "You mean bicycles, right?" ”

"Yes, yes, bicycle!" Lin Jiangbei hurriedly changed his words.

"We're here to talk about the old and new bikes." "Two dimes per hour for new cars, five dime per hour for semi-new cars, and one dime per hour for old cars." The rental car deposit is 80 yuan per car, regardless of whether it is new or old. ”

"What if you rent it by the day?" Lin Jiangbei asked.

"If you rent it according to the day, a new car will be two yuan a day, a semi-new car will be one yuan and a half a yuan a day, and an old car will be one yuan a day." The young man was in good spirits, but he didn't expect Lin Jiangbei to be a big customer who was ready to rent according to the day, and hurriedly replied.

Of course, Lin Jiangbei knew that at that time in Shanghai, the wholesale price of a 28-inch men's bicycle was more than 50 yuan in legal currency, the retail price was between 70 yuan and 80 yuan, and the new car was rented out in 2 yuan legal currency every day. In this sense, bicycle rental is really a lucrative industry!

However, Lin Jiangbei undoubtedly cares about the cost of renting a car at this time, and the reason why he wants to ask such a set of processes is to avoid making people suspicious. As a professional agent who graduated from the Hangzhou training class, he would not make such a low-level mistake as not even asking the price and throwing money to rent a car when he came up.

The notion that the devil is in the devil is in the details, not only in the execution of an action, but also in everyday life.

"Then bring me a half-used car, I'll rent it by the day!" Lin Jiangbei took out a deposit of eighty yuan in fiat currency from his wallet and handed it to the young man.

After the young man smiled and pointed out that the amount was correct, he immediately opened a deposit receipt for Lin Jiangbei, and then pushed out a new six-seven-percent three-gun plate twenty-eight-inch bicycle, and said to Lin Jiangbei: "This car is at least eighty percent new, it just opened this morning, and I will rent it to you as a semi-new!" ”

"Thank you then!" Lin Jiangbei looked at his watch, the time was almost seven twenty, and he didn't dare to delay more, said thank you to the young man, skillfully stepped on the bicycle, and rode into the distance.

Riding out for a distance of about three or four hundred meters, it was estimated that the young man from Wang Xingye's bicycle shop couldn't see him even if he was blind, so Lin Jiangbei parked the bicycle on the side of the road, took out a knife from his pocket, and quickly loosened a few screws on the bicycle chain, and then turned over and rode towards the direction of Disway Road.

Lin Jiangbei mastered the speed, rode unhurriedly all the way, and when he came to the intersection of Disway, the time was exactly 7:50.

He rode slowly forward for more than two hundred meters, and came to a place seventy or eighty meters away from the 930 alleys where Yokoyama Akima lived.

Lin Jiangbei looked at the mouth of Lane 930, but did not see Liu Xuan's figure, and he didn't know where Liu Xuan was hiding at this time. He looked past Lane 930 and saw a group of Japanese patrolmen in Japanese Marine Corps uniforms walking in neat steps.

Lin Jiangbei pinched the front brake silently, kicked violently on his foot, and only heard a click, and the bicycle chain slipped off the chain disc. So Lin Jiangbei jumped off the car from the situation, pushed the bicycle to the side of the road, beat the bracket, and then squatted down, trying his best to put the chain on the chain disc, but in the end it all ended in failure.

Soon, the Japanese patrol came to Lin Jiangbei. The leading officer swept his gaze to Lin Jiangbei, and when he saw Lin Jiangbei squatting on the side of the road clumsily trying to repair the bicycle chain coil, but he couldn't help but smile contemptuously because he didn't know the essentials and made no progress, and then led the patrol behind him to walk over with neat steps.

Listening to the footsteps of the Japanese patrol members gradually drifting away, and finally disappeared in his ears, Lin Jiangbei glanced in the direction of the Japanese patrol with the corner of his eye, and just saw the back of the last Japanese patrol member disappearing at the intersection of Disway Road and North Sichuan Road.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked in the direction of Nine Hundred and Thirty. Then he was surprised to find that Liu Xuan's figure didn't know when it appeared, at this time he was holding a leather bag, holding a note in his hand, standing more than ten meters away from the mouth of the 930 lane, slowly looking for something with his eyes.

After about two or three minutes, a short man in a suit walked out of Lane 930. Although the place where Lin Jiangbei repaired his bicycle was still seventy or eighty meters away from the alley, he began to judge that this person was the target he was going to track today, based on the general features of the short man's facial contour.

Yokoyama Akima walked out of the alley, stood on the side of the road, looked for his hand at an empty rickshaw in the distance, and shouted loudly: "Rickshaw!" ”

The rickshaw driver heard the cry of Yokoyama Akima, quickly turned around, and trotted all the way over Yokoyama Akima.

At this time, Liu Xuan obviously recognized Yokoyama Qiuma, he took the note, walked quickly to Hengshan Qiuma's hand, lightly touched Hengshan Qiuma's arm with his hand, and asked politely: "Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you." Do you know where this bar is? ”

Yokoyama Akima wanted to be angry, but he swept the note out of the corner of his eye, saw that the words "Daimyo Bar" were written on it, and saw Liu Xuan dressed as a white-faced person in Shanghai, so he asked, "What are you doing in this place?" ”

Japanese-style bars appeared relatively late in Shanghai, and most of them only gradually emerged in 1932 after a large number of Japanese expatriates settled in Shanghai's Hongkou area.

Daimyo Bar is one such Japanese-style bar, which opened in the middle of Disway Road more than two years ago. Compared with the previous European-style bars opened by Westerners, Japanese-style bars mainly serve Japanese expatriates and soldiers, and European and American expatriates and soldiers rarely set foot in, and Chinese are even rarer.

Therefore, when Yokoyama Akima saw that Liu Xuan was holding a note with the name of "Daimyo Bar" and asking where the address was, he was inevitably a little curious.

"I heard from a friend that the Daimyo Bar was going to recruit a few handymen, and I happened to have a few idlers under me, so I went over and asked." Liu Xuan smiled at Hengshan Qiuma.

Liu Xuan: This is not without a target. Fifteen minutes earlier, he had passed by the Daimyo Bar and had seen a sign on the wall of the bar that he was looking for a handyman, so he had the idea to come up with such an idea. I'm not afraid that Yokoyama Akima will really go over and ask.

Hearing that Liu Xuan said that he was going to introduce the handyman to the Daimyo Bar, Yokoyama Qiuma couldn't help but have a good impression of Liu Xuan in his heart, so he pointed in the direction of North Sichuan Road with his hand and said: "You walk in that direction for five or six minutes, and you will be able to see it, just lean on this side of the road!" ”

"Thank you boss!" Liu Xuan nodded at Yokoyama Akima, and then took the note and walked in the direction of the daimyo bar.

Seeing that Yokoyama Akima finished speaking, the rickshaw driver who was waiting next to him opened his mouth and asked him, "Boss, where are you going?" ”

"Huangputan Road." Yokoyama Akima said a word, and then stepped into the car.

The rickshaw driver waited for Hengshan Qiuma to sit down, and then he stretched out his hand to pull the rickshaw and ran towards Huangputan Road.

Lin Jiangbei saw that Liu Xuan had been talking to Hengshan Qiuma for a long time, why didn't he know that Liu Xuan had already won it? After waiting for the rickshaw to disappear into the distance, he immediately put the chain in place, then took out a liquid containing incense, lightly applied it to his nose, and then stepped on the bicycle and followed the direction of the rickshaw unhurriedly.

Sure enough, when he came to the place where Yokoyama Qiuma was standing just now at the mouth of Lane 930, he was surprised to find that the air was not only filled with the strange original fragrance he had prepared, but also the smell of dried bonito smoked from longan wood. And the flavor of the dried longan wood bonito is also very strong, which is not weaker than the original fragrance prepared by him.

He couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, it seemed that Yokoyama Akima couldn't wait to feast on the dried bonito sent by Tao Pengshi in the morning, otherwise how could there be such a strong taste of dried bonito?

Knowing this, he didn't have to arrange for Liu Xuan to come forward to go to the original incense on Hengshan Qiuma's body.

Lin Jiangbei thought about it as he followed the two strong smells in the air, and slowly and leisurely fell away in his direction out of the sight of Yokoyama Qiuma.