Before leaving, Lin Xiuxuan also bought a top hat and buckled it on his head, he looked in the mirror, and felt that he was already like an agent who could mix in the ten-mile ocean, and at most he lacked a pocket watch or something.

The three people left the department store and went straight to the international hotel, except for the broken suitcase that Ma Qiang carried, their clothes around them were no longer a problem, Lin also specially wiped his shoes on the street, and a child selling newspapers ran to the front and deliberately shouted at him two more words: "North China Daily News." North China Daily News。 ”

From these small reactions, he could see that there was no big problem. The three of them walked a few more steps and arrived at the door of the International Hotel.

Lin Xiuxuan has been to this luxury hotel on Nanjing Road many times, and the building itself has not changed, and the biggest difference is that the glass curtain wall is gone.

He lit a cigarette, lowered his hat and took a sip, then walked to the turnstiles, like a millionaire with a checkbook. Of course, from this moment on, the role distribution of the three has changed a little, the boatswain is no longer a country boss, and there is no need to walk in front, but Ma Qiang is still in the role of a follower, and the heaviest luggage is still carried by him.

Immediately, two waiters dressed like a circus honor guard ran over to carry the box for Ma Qiang: Anything i can do for you, sir?

Ma Qiang was about to protect the box, Lin Xiuxuan turned around and gave them a look, signaling them to move, so Ma Qiang put the box on the ground. A kid grabbed it quickly, but didn't move, obviously the weight of this box exceeded his prejudgment, and then he used two hands to lift it again, before he picked up the box, this kid also beat a drum in his heart, is it a gold bar? There's no shortage of tips later, right?

Lin Xiuxuan walked to the door, threw most of the remaining cigarette butts to the ground and stepped on them, walked to the revolving door, stopped for a while, and a blonde and blue-eyed girl came out of it, noticed that he was quite graceful and humble, and smiled at him.

Two other Englishmen walking by, conversing in English at this time:

"What do you think the situation in the USSR will be?"

"I think it's in our best interest to let the Russians and Germans kill each other, and thank God the bombing of London has finally stopped, the only time in my life that I want to thank the Bolsheviks."

"Alan, I think your view is very insightful, the current situation of the United Kingdom is not ......"

Lin Xiuxuan passed by them, and after entering the hotel lobby, he noticed that the huge hall was already crowded with many men and women, some of whom were still wearing kimonos, and were greeting each other. Obviously, they are not guests, probably there are other activities in the hotel today, as soon as he looked up, he saw a huge banner hanging on his head: "The Japan-China Celebrity Cultural Exchange Week, the opening meeting, and the dinner reception will be held at 7 p.m. today in the large conference hall on the third floor of the hotel." ”

He saw that there were also people smoking around him, so he took out another cigarette and lit it, and deliberately stopped for a moment, hoping to gather useful words from the whispers of the Japanese around him.

"私は聞くところによると,Todayの交流活動は,周作人さんも出席なさいますか?"

“うそ？ こんなすばらしい人たちが来て? ”

He walked silently to the registration desk, where a French guest in front of him was checking out, complaining incessantly about a German family living next door, with a swastika pinned to it.

Lin Xiuxuan saw that the time on the big clock on one side was 5 o'clock in the afternoon, obviously there was still a while before this cultural exchange conference, and he asked the waiter, is there still a room on the 24th floor? The waiter said that there were many north-facing rooms on the top floor, and it seemed that the hotel business was not very prosperous, so he motioned to the boatswain to come and pay, and after advancing 30 yuan, the three of them walked to the elevator under the guidance of the waiter. Ma Qiang kept walking next to the kid carrying the box, his eyes didn't leave his box, and the kid who looked at it was furious.

While waiting, Lin heard a conversation with * people behind him:

"Brother Yusheng, there is an urgent matter here, Lieutenant General Ota will also attend, hurry up and change the seat on the rostrum, otherwise if something goes wrong, the Japanese are very concerned about these things."

"Why did such a big man suddenly come, and he didn't say it in advance?"

"Also, Cathay Pacific Pictures just called, and Zhou Xuan said that he couldn't come because he was sick, alas...... None of these people are admirable, but Counselor Okazaki has mentioned it many times to me, and I want to meet her. I've got a package ticket. ”

"What's the matter, a singing singer also knows that when she rides the wall, she keeps the Chongqing newspaper in the concession, it's really harmful, these short-sighted plays, do you really think you can fight back over there? And don't look at the current situation. ”

"There's one more thing, you have to open up a little bit about it."

"You say?"

"This time, Shanghai's industrial and commercial circles and cultural circles should be invited, if they don't come to cheer, we can't explain it to the next sparse pull."

"I can ask Wenlanting to find more people, I don't believe that the Manchurian Concession can't find a few decent people to make up for people, and the most unfortunate thing is to find some people from outside, just fill the seats." I have a blank invitation card at this time, just fill in the name. ”

Before Lin had time to turn back, the iron cage-like elevator door just opened, and before the people inside came out, a man in a Mao suit behind him squeezed over desperately and got in first, looking particularly rude. Lin Xiuxuan noticed that there was a note pinned to his chest, which was written in small letters: Liu Yusheng, the preparatory group of the Sino-Japanese Cultural Exchange Conference, should be one of the two people who talked just now.

Lin Xiuxuan seems to have seen this name somewhere? He suddenly remembered that it was the name of a certain editor-in-chief in a bunch of pro-Japanese magazines he had just bought.

The elevator stopped on the second floor, and an old man on crutches walked out slowly, and the editor-in-chief Liu in the back looked a little impatient, and raised his wrist to look at his watch.

The elevator soon reached the third floor, and as soon as the iron door opened, Editor-in-Chief Liu pushed away the others and squeezed out. It can be seen that the venue on one side is making final preparations, the venue is full of the blue sky and white sun flag of the Republic of China and the Japanese sun flag, and there are huge posters of female stars scratching their heads and posing on the side, which seems to be full of popular actresses Li Xianglan, as well as Shanghai female singer Yao Li.

There were 3 women wearing cheongsams and kimonos standing on both sides of the door, and when Liu Yusheng rushed over, the Japanese ladies bowed to him and ignored him, seeing that there was something urgent, Lin Xiuxuan thought, I must come down to see this * flow meeting later.

The elevator reached the 24th floor, and the three of them followed the waiter into the room, and the kid who carried the box was about to break, and Ma Qiang's various ordnance and ammunition in it added up, about thirty kilograms, which was really enough, Lin Xiuxuan gave a tip of 1 yuan, and the kid left happily.

This room is not too big, but the facilities are very complete, in addition to the large bathtub in the bathroom, you can dial the city phone directly, luxury chandeliers, and a huge balcony, but unfortunately the balconies of the rooms are facing north, which is the reason for the discount on this room.

The three of them closed the door and squeezed together onto the balcony to overlook the great Shanghai in 1941.

"Look, there's the Four Rows Warehouse." Lin Xiuxuan said.

"Where?" Ma Qiang hurriedly ran over.

"It's just north of the Suzhou River," Hayashi said, "and now it's in the hands of the Japanese." ”

I saw a six-storey warehouse building isolated on the winding north bank of the Suzhou Creek, a two- or three-story low-rise building.

On the four rows of warehouses is a huge sign of "Nissho Daito Freight Company", and next to the sign, is the ubiquitous sun flag.

In the middle of the Tibet Road and Bridge across the Suzhou Creek below the building, barbed wire fence can be heard, and the melodious bagpipe sound can be heard from there, and the Scottish soldiers in checkered skirts on the south side of the barbed wire are lined up neatly for the flag-lowering ceremony. More than ten meters away, about a small group of Japanese soldiers were also shouting and changing shifts, unlike the British set of bullshit rituals, the Japanese did not erect a flagpole at the bridgehead, but their flags were directly tied to bayonets, and they were carried directly away.

What Binggen said is not bad at all, at this time, the entrances and exits of the public concession and the French concession will be closed, and the concession has become a real island.

Ma Qiang turned around and returned to the room, and after a while, he retrieved two binoculars, one of which was given to Lin Xiuxuan, Lu Dacheng didn't want to see it, so he went directly into the house to take a bath.

On the balcony, the two looked at it, except for the Waibaidu Bridge, the barbed wire fence had not been erected on the Suzhou Creek, and the rest of the bridges were all closed. Why is there still a hole in the Waibaidu Bridge alone? Lin Huaisheng guessed that it should be related to today's Sino-Japanese cultural exchange conference in the International Hotel, and maybe after a while, important people and important people would come from the opposite side.