When they came to the alley, the three of them got into the car, and Feng Chen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around, looked at Zhang Manhong again and asked, "Miss Zhang, can you tell me how the three of them kidnapped you?" ”

"When my grandmother came back from shopping for vegetables in the morning, these three Japanese followed my grandmother and found where I lived, and then broke in directly, tied me up, blindfolded me, and pulled me here directly." Zhang Manhong replied.

"Do you know who Wang Tianmu is?" Feng Chen asked.

"You know, the people of the Military Command Bureau specialize in killing Japanese and traitors."

Zhang Manhong's answer was similar to Feng Chen's guess, it seemed that Wang Tianmu had not concealed his true identity at all in front of Zhang Manhong.

"Do you know what the book he forgot in your bedroom today is?" Feng Chen continued to ask.

"Let's settle accounts." Zhang Manhong replied

"Ha, ha, ha, for settling accounts!" Feng Chen burst out laughing.

"What? That notebook isn't for settling accounts? I looked through it, and it was densely written with numbers, what could it be if it wasn't a ledger? Zhang Manhong looked at Feng Chen in confusion and asked.

"You're right, it's a ledger."

The reason why Feng Chen asked Zhang Manhong like this was actually because he wanted to investigate it and see if this Zhang Manhong knew anything about espionage work.

It seems that this Zhang Manhong does not know the work of agents at all and is very unfamiliar with this aspect.

"Miss Zhang, where is your hometown?" Feng Chen then asked.

"Harbin, during the 918 incident, I fled to Shanghai with my parents, and after my father died, the money we brought from Harbin was also spent, and in order to make a living, I went to Paramount to be a singer." Zhang Manhong replied.

"Tie Min, let's find a restaurant for dinner."

Feng Chen saw that his question aroused Zhang Manhong's sadness, so it was not good to continue to ask about her life experience, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, it was already more than twelve o'clock at noon, it was time to eat.

The car drove forward some distance further, and Wang Tiemin stopped in front of a small restaurant called "Northeast Stew".

"Miss Zhang, today I invite you to eat Northeast stew." Feng Chen said.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!" Zhang Manhong glanced at Feng Chen gratefully.

The three of them got out of the car and walked into the restaurant, where there was a lot of noise, drinking and fists, shouting loudly, it was very lively, listening to the accents, and most of the people who dined were from the Northeast.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a private room?" Feng Chen walked straight to the bar and asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, three distinguished guests, please come here!" The shopkeeper of the restaurant in a long coat personally led Feng Chen and the three of them through the hall and came to a small private room at the back to sit down.

"The three of you will sit down for a while, and the waiter will come and pour you tea." The shopkeeper courteously beckoned Feng Chen and the three of them to sit down at the dining table, then turned around and walked out of the box and closed the door with his hand.

"Miss Zhang, what did your family do in Harbin?" After sitting down, Feng Chen asked casually.

"I also opened a restaurant, when my father was young, he was a famous chef in Harbin, and later saved some money, so he opened a Northeast stew restaurant by himself, and when Zhang Shaoshuai went to Harbin to inspect the work, he also ate in my restaurant."

When Zhang Manhong recalled the good times when she lived in the Northeast, her eyes became bright.

"It was really good at that time, I was studying in a girls' middle school, my parents ran a restaurant, and my life was plain and happy, but who knew that the hateful Japanese came and launched the 918 Incident, and our family had to live in Guannai, and traveled to many places, and finally settled in Shanghai.

When our family first arrived in Shanghai, my father rented a façade room on Jiujiang Road and opened a Northeast stew restaurant, but because there was no backer, the ruffians ate and drank for nothing for three days, and in less than two months, the restaurant was closed, and my father was angry, bedridden, and died soon after, leaving us behind.

I have loved singing since I was a child, but after my father died, there was no source of life, and my mother was old again, so I couldn't help it, so I went to be a singer. ”

Zhang Manhong said that when she was sad, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks unconsciously.

"Miss Zhang, take the liberty of asking, you hate the Japanese and traitors, so after you know Wang Tianmu, you will naturally be together, right?" Feng Chen has always wanted to explore what Zhang Manhong is trying to do with Wang Tianmu.

"Well, I've heard of him before, he killed a lot of Japanese and traitors in North China, and I admire and admire such a hero." Zhang Manhong nodded and replied.

At this time, the waiter came in with a large teapot.

"The three distinguished guests drank tea first, stewed meat with vermicelli, and stewed chicken with mushrooms, and they came up immediately, I don't know if the three of them were drinking? We also have pure Northeast sorghum wine here. ”

"A pound of sorghum wine!" Zhang Manhong commanded.

"Miss Zhang drinking?" Feng Chen looked at Zhang Manhong in surprise and asked.

"I haven't drunk it for a long time, the sorghum wine in my hometown, I used to be able to drink a pound without getting drunk." Zhang Manhong replied blandly.

"Howler! The wine and food will come up immediately. The waiter agreed, and walked out of the box with the teapot.

"Mr. Feng, are you really a friend of Brother Wang? But ......, how did you know those three Japanese? Zhang Manhong only remembered to ask about Feng Chen's identity.

"Miss Zhang, don't hide it, it's true that I am friends with Wang Tianmu, but I run a magazine and often deal with the Japanese.

Feng Chen pondered the words and answered Zhang Manhong's question.

"Are you a traitor Feng Chen?!" Zhang Manhong suddenly got up from the chair she was sitting on, pointed at Feng Chen and asked loudly.

"Miss Zhang, don't get excited, sit down, my purpose for running this magazine is the same as when you are a singer in Paramount, you are forced by life and forced." Feng Chen stretched out his right hand, pressed it down, and motioned for Zhang Manhong to sit down.

"At first, I really liked to read your magazine "Jiji Weekly", which was subscribed to every issue, and I also planned to go to your magazine to apply for an editor or reporter, but one day, the trend of this magazine changed completely, and I became a drummer for the Japanese, so I stopped reading this magazine."

Zhang Manhong calmed down her excitement, sat down again, slowed down her tone, and spoke slowly.

"Miss Zhang, I understand your feelings, let's not talk about these things today, I just have a suggestion, after you go back today, discuss it with Wang Tianmu, hurry up and change places to live, don't live in the current place, in addition, you'd better find another job, don't go to Paramount to sing again."

Feng Chen could only tell Zhang Manhong this vaguely, whether Zhang Manhong could understand it, that was her business, who she was, Feng Chen asserted, Wang Tianmu would definitely tell her.

As he spoke, the waiter soon brought the dishes and wine, and Zhang Manhong directly took the wine bottle and opened it, wanting to pour wine for Feng Chen and Wang Tiemin.

"Miss Zhang, I still have something to do in the afternoon, I can't drink it, let Mr. Wang accompany you to drink." Feng Chen waved his hand.

Zhang Manhong glanced at Feng Chen, did not speak, and directly poured a glass for Wang Tiemin, then filled his wine glass, put down the wine bottle, and drank it all.

Looking at Zhang Manhong's drinking, Feng Chen and Wang Tiemin were dumbfounded, staring at her fixedly.

"It's a pity I'm not a man!" Zhang Manhong put down the empty wine glass and said.

"Miss Zhang, drink the wine slowly, don't drink too violently." Feng Chen persuaded.

"Hehe, Mr. Feng, to tell you the truth, my grandfather's family has always been brewing sorghum wine since my ancestors, I grew up next to the wine vat since I was a child, and I feel very kind when I smell the smell of sorghum wine!"

Zhang Manhong smiled, reached out to take the wine bottle, and poured a full glass of his wine glass again.

"Since Miss Zhang said so, then I am relieved." Feng Chen no longer stopped Zhang Manhong from drinking.

"Actually, every night when I go to Paramount, I have to drink half a catty of liquor before I go, only then will my songs be the best and I will have the courage to mingle in that kind of occasion."

Zhang Manhong said as she spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks again.

Feng Chen found that deep in this Zhang Manhong's heart, there must still be hidden secrets that no one knows, and after a short exchange, Feng Chen concluded that Zhang Manhong had actually been suppressing some emotions in his heart.