French Concession, Wah Seng Street.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, at the Elysee Cafe, Deng Zhenting touched the goatee that had just been glued to his chin and walked into the café.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?" The waiter stepped up and asked.

Deng Zhenting nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Zu's appointment." ”

The waiter nodded when he heard this

"212 private rooms on the 2nd floor."

When Deng Zhenting walked into the private room, he saw a man sitting in the private room, he was wearing a slightly tight suit, and his figure looked a little fat.

"Introduced by the ancestor?" The obese man asked.

Deng Zhenting nodded, and in a deep voice, he said straightforwardly: "Can you release people from the prison of the trial office?" ”

"Hehe, don't worry about this, if you can't do it, the ancestor won't ask you to come to me, but...

The fat man said and rubbed his index finger and thumb together, and looked at Deng Zhenting with raised eyebrows.

"As long as you can get people out, money is not a problem, here is 10,000 dollars, you order." As he spoke, Deng Zhenting took out an envelope from his coat and threw it over.

The obese man took the envelope with a happy face, opened the envelope and took a look, and then skillfully padded the weight with his left hand, and then said with satisfaction: "Who do you want to put it?"

"Luo Xian." Deng Zhenting said.

When the fat man heard this, he smiled "hehe", and said with an expression that I understand: "Is it the Communist Party arrested by the 37-year-old National Government and the Concession Government?" ”

Deng Zhenting looked at the fat man's appearance, frowned unhappily, but quickly opened up and said, "Yes, it's him." ”

"Tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon, I will see someone at the gate of the Gongxia Prison, by the way, my name is Peng San'er, and I haven't asked this brother's name yet?" Patrol Officer Peng San asked.

"Liu Bei." Deng Zhenting casually said a name.

Peng San is also a wonderful person, he doesn't care at all when he hears this obviously insincere name, anyway, there are few people who trade with their real names in this business, as long as the money is in place, it is called Dad, and Peng San doesn't care.

"Anyway, this business is once raw and twice ripe, you can come to me directly next time." Peng San said and walked out of the private room with the money satisfied.

Deng Zhenting sat on the chair, looking at the slowly closing private room door, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Next time, of course I'll go straight to you."

......

When Tang Yi returned home from the hotel, before he entered the door, he heard a lot of chatter in the yard.

"It must be Yanran, this little devil is back." Tang Yi thought to himself.

When I walked into the courtyard, I found that Tang Yanran was surrounding Xiang Jie and Aunt Fan's daughter Wang Ping, chattering non-stop, and her voice was still small, which made the servants who came and went around look weird.

When Tang Yi saw this scene, his heart suddenly became clear, it seemed that Xiang Jie and Wang Ping were privately caught by Yan Ran, the little devil.

Xiang Jie's eyes were sharp, and he saw Tang Yi coming at a glance, he wanted to say something, but he looked a little eager to speak.

Tang Yanran, who was on the side, saw Tang Yi, and immediately ran over with a smile, hugged Tang Yi's arm, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret, and said excitedly: "Third brother! Guess what I found! ”

Tang Yi wanted to tease this little devil, so he said, "Oh? What big secret did you discover? Tell the third brother quickly. ”

When Tang Yanran heard this, she was about to open her mouth excitedly, but was interrupted by Tang Yi's immediate words.

"But if it is, don't talk about Xiang Jie and Wang Ping, I already know about the third brother." Saying that, Tang Yi also made a triumphant expression.

This made Tang Yanran angry, like a deflated ball, pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Third brother, did you mean it." ”

Wang Ping, who was on the side, saw the brother and sister chatting about her and Xiang Jie unscrupulously, and buried her head in Xiang Jie's arms shyly.

Xiang Jie was even more embarrassed, he scratched his head and said, "Young Master......"

Tang Yi couldn't stand Xiang Jie's twisted appearance, so he hurriedly said, "You take Wang Ping out for a walk and disappear from my eyes." ”

drove away Xiang Jie, who was picking up girls in the Tang Mansion with a dead face, Tang Yi walked into the living room with Yanran.

"Jing'er, didn't you come back?" Tang Yi asked.

Tang Yanran pursed her lips and said, "Third brother, you are the fourth sister, you never care about me." ”

"You still care about me? Who is with you, who I care! Tang Yi said with a smile.

Just when Tang Yanran heard the words and was about to start splashing and rolling, a servant hurriedly walked up to Tang Yi and whispered, "Mr. Zhou Fohai's secretary sent an invitation. ”

Tang Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said, "Give him a red envelope, and then invite him to the reception room to have a cup of tea and rest for a while, and bring the invitation." ”

The servant took the order, and after a while the servant returned again with the invitation.

Tang Yi took the invitation and looked at it, it turned out that Wang Zhaoming was going to hold a banquet at the International Hotel on January 2 to invite everyone in the secret service headquarters.

"I didn't expect Wang Zhaoming to act so quickly." Tang Yi said secretly in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Yi put away the invitation card and said to the servant: "Tell Zhou Fohai's secretary that I will go back to the banquet at that time, give him the red envelope and tell him to leave." ”

"Yes," the servant took the order again.

......

It's night, Tang Mansion.

After the family got together for dinner, Tang Yi quietly came to his father Tang Chaoyuan's study.

Locking the door in a concealed way, Tang Yi handed the invitation card to his father and said, "Wang Zhaoming will hold a banquet at the International Hotel on January 2 to entertain the high-level officials of the secret service headquarters. ”

When Tang Chaoyuan heard this, he put down the cigar in his hand, took the invitation, and looked at it carefully.

After a while, Tang Chaoyuan closed the invitation and said, "Who sent the invitation?" ”

"Zhou Fohai's secretary." Tang Yi replied.

Tang Chaoyuan pondered for a while before he slowly spoke: "This is a good opportunity. ”

Tang Yi nodded, he knew that this opportunity was naturally "stabbing Wang".

"The other members of the group contacted me, the military commander of the Shanghai station has been replaced, and Chongqing has sent a new station commander, do you know about this?" Tang Chaoyuan asked.

When Tang Yi heard this, he replied with a comfortable expression: "I really don't know this, even the stationmaster of Shanghai Station has changed, it seems that Boss Dai is very dissatisfied with the previous Shanghai Station." ”

Tang Yi knew Deng Zhenting's identity, but he couldn't tell Tang Chaoyuan, and he couldn't show the slightest unnaturalness, otherwise his father, the old fox, would definitely find something.

"This can't be blamed entirely on the previous Shanghai station, after all, no one expected Chai Jinchun's rebellion." Tang Chaoyuan said and picked up the cigar again.

Tang Yi nodded and didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he changed his words and said: "This banquet is a great opportunity, if it can be arranged perfectly, there is a chance to get rid of Wang Zhaoming!" ”