Chapter 55: I'm Back
After a flute sound, the Swire Steamship liner docked, and the passengers on board lined up to descend the gangway with their luggage. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
"Huaxia Land, I'm back."
Liang Hong stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the city opposite, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
He left the base in early July, made up and traveled from the base to Pretoria, where he took the North Transvaal railway line by train, arrived in Lorenço Marques, and then sailed to Singapore in Asia. During this time, he was to disguise himself as a white native servant. After the ship arrived in Singapore, he became a young businessman of Chinese descent in Nanyang, spending money to make a full set of official household registrations. After that, it transited in Hong Kong by ship from Singapore and finally came to Shanghai on a British liner from Swire Pacific. It took a month to toss all the way, and of course a lot of things were done during the period.
According to his agreement with Xiaobai, a radio station was set up in the base during his departure, and Xiaobai operated according to the telegram sent back by Liang Hongmi. Before leaving, the affairs of the base were arranged, and the important matters were planned. The new Dana transaction with the Fenian Society, a one-time nine-percent discount, and the Fenian Social cut 20,000 pounds, which is equivalent to the transaction volume of nearly two months. The gold buried in Orange was also recovered, enough to sustain cash expenditures for a considerable period of time.
This time, in addition to the two white special forces, there were four spies, two whites and two yellow people. Each spy speaks three languages, and in addition to Chinese, the others include English, French, Dutch, Portuguese, and even a Japanese-speaking spy.
In the distance, he saw Spy Zero Five greeting him on the docks. The white spy he had sent to the front station was an African expatriate of Portuguese origin.
Spy 05 opened three rooms in the Licha Hotel in the concession, but after Liang Hong and the others arrived, it suddenly became crowded.
"It's too conspicuous to stay long. Can you rent a house that you can see? ”
Liang Hong looked out the window, there were boats on the Suzhou Creek opposite, and pedestrians on the Wells Bridge.
"Houses near the Bund are in high demand and rents are high. Two have now been picked and the house has been viewed from the outside and both meet the requirements. ”
Spy 05 replied that according to Liang Hong's requirements, the house must be close to the Shanghai Commercial and Electricity Bureau on the Bund. The Commercial Telegraph Bureau is the Shanghai Telegraph Bureau, an enterprise run by the Manchu government and the government, which can send and receive cable telegraphs from major cities around the world. This choice is also helpless, and Liang Hong's communication with the base must be relayed through cable telegraph. From Shanghai, through the cable telegraph network, sent to Johannesburg, rented a spy near the telegraph office, received the coded telegram, and then used the wireless telegraph to relay it back to the base.
Turn in from the alley next to the Commercial and Electricity Bureau, walk less than 200 meters, and out of the alley, you will see a small western-style building on the second floor opposite. This alley is called Yuanfang Lane because it was the earliest office building of the British Yuanfang Foreign Company.
"This is one of them, and the owner is an engineer from the Commercial and Electric Power Bureau, who is said to be going to Tianjin to be an official, and now plans to rent out half of the house." Spy Zero Five pointed to the small red brick building.
"Just half of it?"
Liang Hong frowned, this location is ready to put a radio station, and an antenna needs to be set up. In the future, it will be used as a contact center in Huaxia, and it is very inconvenient to share it with others.
"I said I wanted the whole family to move in, and it was only used to store heavy furniture."
"Then let's go over and have a look."
After listening to the latter words, Liang Hong's brows stretched slightly.
It is strange for whites and Chinese to stand side by side outside and knock on the door, and it is strange to be placed in the rest of the Qing Dynasty, but in Shanghai's public concession, especially in the bustling area next to the Bund, there is nothing unusual.
"Non Sanin?"
A woman's voice came from the courtyard, soft and soft, and then the dark courtyard door opened.
Liang Hong is a northerner and can't speak Shanghainese, but in his previous life, he heard all kinds of accents from all over the world, and immediately understood that people were asking who you were. I was about to open my mouth to answer, but I was stunned all of a sudden.
Very clean and innocent girl, with a white shirt with half short sleeves and a light blue skirt, she looks like a girl from the Republic of China in an old movie.
"We heard that there is a rental house here, so we came to see it."
Spy Zero-Five replied in a very standard Northland official dialect, and his pure and skillful accent surprised the girl opposite. There are a lot of foreigners in the concession who can speak Chinese, but they all have a bit of a hard tongue, which is not at all wrong with Spy 05. When I closed my eyes and listened, I thought it was a real northerner.
"Are you really a foreigner?"
The girl asked rhetorically, this time in Mandarin with a southern accent.
"Of course"
Unsurprised, Spy Zero Five smugly pointed to his white-skinned face.
When the two of them were talking, Liang Hong looked at the girl carefully. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, with big shining eyes and a little baby fat on his cheeks, and his face was a little oval. When the girl speaks, she behaves moderately, her back is straight, and she is clearly well-educated as a lady. Compared with those hand-chiseled beauties in later generations, although they are not extremely beautiful, their natural and pure temperament is rare.
"Hey, are you a foreigner too?"
The girl was stared at by a strange man, a little dissatisfied, her face was slightly red, and her tone was a little stiff.
"I'm sorry, I'm Chinese, and I'm back from Nanyang."
Liang Hong also realized that he had been rude, and replied with an apologetic smile.
"Yue'er, who are these two?"
While talking, a middle-aged woman came out of the small building, white and clean, looking quite rich.
"We came to see the house, I came back from Nanyang, and I want to rent a place to live in the concession, close to the telegraph office, and it is convenient to receive and receive telegrams." Liang Hong answered first.
"Convenient, of course convenient, our husband works at the telegraph office, just a few steps away. But the rent here is higher, and this place is good. ”
The woman became enthusiastic at once, and walked ahead and led the two men into the building. Liang Hong looked back at a girl named Yue'er, who was following behind with a red face and a bowed head.
It is said to be a two-story building, but in fact the area is not too large, there are only three rooms on each floor, and even the corridor is only fifty or sixty square meters. The second floor is to be rented, and the two bedrooms on the first floor are for the owner's own use, and the kitchen is considered communal.
"Mrs. Shen, isn't the rent of 80 yuan a month too high?"
After some teaching by Mrs. Shen, a housewife, Liang Hong knew that the housing prices in the Shanghai Concession are high today. The Shikumen residence with a single courtyard is often sold for tens of thousands of silver dollars, which is not the best location. As for the monthly rent, it is roughly 5/1000 of the selling price, which must be agreed between the host and the tenant.
"It's not expensive, Mr. Liang, this location is pretty, the foreign companies on the Bund, and the telegraph office you want, are all very close."
Mrs. Shen insisted on the offer and never let go, but continued to bombard Liang Hong's ears with examples of high housing prices around her.
"I heard that Mr. Shen is going to Tianjin High School? Congratulations. ”
Liang Hong brought the topic to this aspect, he was not short of money, and compared with the difference of ten yuan and eight yuan per month in rent, it was sometimes more valuable to get acquainted with Qing officials.
"That's natural, we won't be able to live here for a few days, and the superintendent of the Tianjin Telegraph School has been decided, and this won't go wrong. Our maternal uncle is the Minister of Military Aircraft, and he is today's teacher. The woman said proudly.
Teacher Tianzi, could it be that the surname Weng, Liang Hong immediately reacted. No wonder the woman speaks a little strangely, similar to the local Shanghai, but the tone is richer and sounds a little stiff. This is the Changshu accent, where the famous drama Shajiabang is located, and he has been there in his previous life.
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