At half past ten, Gao Yi was already on Baochang Road. He handed over the command to Wilson at half past nine, from Ah Qi to the waiting translator, to the commander-in-chief Wilson, to the commander of the capture team, McPherson, or vice versa, this command mechanism has been working normally, and there is no need for him to stay on the scene anymore.

All the arrangements that can be done have already been arranged, all the plans that can be thought of have been implemented, and the rest is only part of luck, and there will be no essential difference whether he is there or not. If there is any emergency, the only thing that can be relied on is the reaction of the frontline personnel. According to the communication speed at this time, when the news is transmitted back to the old fishing room, the old fishing room will issue an order, and when this instruction is transmitted to the front line, the daylily is cold.

At ten o'clock, Gao Yi returned to the small building of the Gu family's house. Mahan greeted him.

"I've got some news on the road, what's the news?"

"No news, sir, the phone hasn't rang once."

Sometimes no news is good news.

"Mahan, it's okay, I'll do it by myself next."

"Yes, sir." Mahan saluted and returned to his lodgings. He lived with the cook, the gardener, and a few servants who were in charge of sprinkling in a row of bungalows on the east side of the building. Gao Yi also maintained the habit of later generations, preferring to have his own undisturbed private space, and was less willing to live under the same roof with unrelated people.

In addition to the bungalows on the east side, the small building has two outbuildings, one for the janitors' quarters and the other for the stables, both near the gates. In addition, a new garage was built next to the small building, which was specially used to park his Mercedes 35HP.

After entering the small building, a long-lost shade came to my face. A Shanghai grandmother cautiously carried a set of silver tea sets and walked in from the kitchen passage on the east side.

"Sir, is the tea going upstairs?"

"No, put it in the small living room."

"Yes, sir."

After Grandma set up the tea set, she withdrew from the kitchen and exited the small building, and with the sound of a "click" door lock in the silence of the night, Gao Yi was left alone in the house.

Gao Yi didn't turn on the light, lay on the leather spring sofa in the small living room, and after a while, he untied the three-piece set on his body. These days are the hottest time of dog days, and the sticky clothes are no longer sweat, but boiled oil. However, you can only wear such clothes for formal occasions, not even linen summer casual clothes, let alone tank tops and shorts. That's how he has survived in the Shanghai Federation these days.

After untying his clothes, he felt much more comfortable, and he simply got up and took off all his clothes and pants, leaving only his underwear. Lying on the sofa again, the cold leather stuck to his skin, which made him feel comfortable immediately. In the silver plate was a pot of iced sour plum soup, which had just been taken out of the ice cellar, and he drank a cup in one go, and the ice made his brain hurt.

There was a vague ice cream in the silver cup next to him, and Gao Yi felt a small silver spoon on the plate and ate it. It is sweet and sour pomegranate juice flavor.

After eating an ice cream, a person is cold from the inside out, and his physical strength has recovered a lot. Gao Yi stood up and went upstairs with sour plum soup and a cup.

When he got upstairs, Gao Yi simply took a shower, and there were no women around him on a hot day, so there was no need to soak in the bathtub.

By the time he sat in the living room and drank the sour plum soup again, it was already 10:50, and the phone had not rang.

Gao Yi took a small sip of sour plum juice and sat there stupidly waiting. In this era, don't talk about TVs, there is not even a radio, I want to read a best-selling novel, it is still a classic that has long been turned over, and there is really nothing else to do except be in a daze when I am idle. Every time this kind of moment, it is when Gao Yi misses Miss McBride the most, but unfortunately even Jisheng watches it too closely, she can only come out occasionally in the afternoon, and don't even think about it in the evening.

Soon eleven o'clock arrived, and there was still no news.

In a comfortable environment, people are easy to get sleepy, just when Gao Yi's upper eyelids drooped to his lower eyelids were hazy, the phone rang "dang chang", which woke him up violently.

Subconsciously swept the table clock, the minute had just passed the four o'clock position, eleven twenty.

Gao Yi picked up the phone, and Wilson's slightly excited voice came from the receiver, "The net is closed, all of them are captured, and no one has missed the net." ”

The little bosses came out of the Yellow Mansion one after another after eleven o'clock, and they were roughly divided into three batches, most of them were drunk and unprepared, and what was waiting for them outside was a net. The next arrest process can be described as lackluster, except for two people who walked up to Dongjishui Street, I don't know if they were going to the river to pee or what they were doing, everyone else went to the Lujia Stone Bridge, and when they saw that the Dongyang car didn't even pay the price, they all sat on it.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Yi had a feeling of killing chickens with a knife, hoping that tomorrow's arrest operation would be so lucky. Having said that, this green gang doesn't look like a strict underworld organization at all, and the difficulty of dealing with it is too low.

******

On August 9, the beginning of autumn, in addition to sticking to the fat, the beginning of autumn in the south of the Yangtze River also has to gnaw the autumn, and the so-called nibbling autumn is to gnaw the watermelon.

When Huang Jinrong ate half a cup of watermelon in the morning, his stomach was a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know if he drank and made trouble yesterday, or if he handed over the goods to Lin Guisheng twice in the middle of the night, and his physical strength was not enough. He squatted on the toilet for a long time, but he couldn't pull it out when he wanted to, so he ordered Dao to prepare a car and go to the mixed hall to take a bath.

Huang Jinrong's bathing place is in the Rixin Pond in the South Eight Immortals Bridge, which is very close to his own Tongfuli Shikumen house, but he usually goes to take a bath in the afternoon, and in the morning he will drink tea in the Jubaolou of Zhengjiamuqiao. His change of itinerary made the team that captured him busy for a while, but after last night's operation, everyone already had some experience in this work, so although it was busy, there was no mistake.

When Huang Jinrong was arrested, he was very calm and only said two words. One is: "Who's your backstage boss?" The other sentence is, "You are a person from the Public Concession, you have arrested people and caught them in the French Concession, is there no royal law?" ”

His captors didn't say a word to him, but stuffed walnuts into his mouth, put a sack on him, and didn't even let him wear clothes, so he was escorted out and got into the carriage.

Huang Jinrong and his more than 100 subordinates who were arrested at the same time were all imprisoned in Tilanqiao Prison. Tilanqiao Prison was just completed in May this year, with two four-story prison buildings, 480 cells, and a total area of 10 acres including canteens, office buildings, and medical services. In this joint operation of the Public Concession and the French Concession, all prisoners, whether they are arrested by the French Concession or the Public Concession, will be imprisoned in this new prison.

After Huang Jinrong was imprisoned in Tilanqiao Prison, he was a lot more relieved, at least the other party did not carry him to plant lotuses. And as long as it is a legal way, he is not afraid, because he is Chinese, and in the end, he will always be judged by the Chinese counselors of the trial party, and these counselors are inextricably linked with him behind his back, and it will be enough to take care of it a little when the time comes.