Tianjin Wei, French Concession. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA thin boy carrying a basket was hawking along the street, with a short, dull braid hanging from the back of his head, and his clothes were full of colorful patches, no different in appearance from those of the Chinese who had entered the concession to make a living.

The boy was selling hard, but how many peaches were sold in his basket. If someone carefully observes this young man's route, they will find the reason for his poor sales performance, this young man goes to a place with little traffic, and it is strange that this peach can be sold!

"Brother Zhuzi, I'll help you sell something, you've been yelling for a long time, and you've only sold a few copper plate goods, I'm afraid your mother and you are going to starve tonight." A child who was usually familiar with the boy said when he saw his basket full of peaches.

"It's okay, you're busy, we're not hungry." The boy declined his friend's kindness.

"Yo, what are you doing? Then I won't delay you. However, you better sell it to me evenly, you have been here for most of the day, there are still so many goods, I am afraid that someone will be suspicious when they see it. "That kid is also a big man.

"Cheng, you can help me sell some, you can take the money yourself, you don't have to give it to me." As he spoke, the boy put peaches in the boy's basket.

"This, this, that? Your mother is still sick. The kid said.

"If you want to take it, you can take it, I don't lack those copper plates, remember to help me pay attention to the foreigner on the portrait." The boy put half a basket of peaches into the child's basket and waved him away.

This young man was Zhang Zhuzi, who was arrested by the three French hooligans in the US Concession that day, and after being rescued by Huo Yuanjia's action team, he had successfully completed the training of peripheral intelligence officers. After assessment and review, he is now a full-fledged field intelligence officer of the Military Intelligence Service, which means that he is now paid a salary.

These days, Zhang Zhuzi's main task is to find the foreigner on the portrait in the American and French concessions, and it is said that Mao Zi may have to fight with the Great Song Dynasty recently, and it is estimated that the person in the portrait is very likely to appear in the concession.

Zhang Zhuzi's basket had a compartment containing an imperial .45 caliber bulldog revolver. He is no longer the street vendor he was a few months ago, he has learned all kinds of espionage knowledge in the past few months, and he even used a small cannon in the basket to assassinate a Qing gang member who tried to betray the secrets of the Great Song Dynasty, and he is now a field agent of the MIA with blood on his hands.

In the past few days, he has been wandering around the concession, trying his luck to find the foreigner in the portrait. However, his straw sandals were all broken, and he still didn't find any clues about the foreigner.

"Brother Zhuzi, Brother Zhuzi, I saw the foreigner on the portrait! Over there, he had a fake beard, but I guess nine times out of ten it was him. "The kid who took the peaches from Zhang Zhuzi just now came back again.

"Where?" Hearing the appearance of the target person, Zhang Zhu's eyes lit up.

These street hawkers are sharp-eyed, and they can tell if you're a potential buyer of the goods in their basket by looking at them quickly. Those who sell pears are thirsty, those who sell flowers are looking for beauty, those who are thin are looking for those who are full of compassion, and the children of poor families have their own skills to beg for a living in the world.

Of course, Zhang Zhuzi knew the child's eyesight, and he said that eight or nine is not far from ten, so it is basically that person.

Following the child to an alley, Zhang Zhuzi waited for about half an hour before finally meeting the target. Yes, it's him, huh, thinking I wouldn't recognize you with a fake beard? It's really inferior makeup technology, even children can't fool it, look at those fake sideburns that pull out the folds of the face, and come out to be a secret agent at this level, isn't this death! Zhang Zhuzi complained in his heart.

"Take it, go home, there's going to be an accident here, don't come these days." Zhang Zhuzi said and stuffed a handful of copper coins into the child's hand.

"Brother Zhuzi, I also want to join the gang, and I also want to make a lot of money like you." The child weighed the weight of the copper coin in his hand, estimated that he had to have his income for three or four days, and said enviously.

"Hey, what's the good of me, it's the job of pinning your head to the waistband of your pants. You save some money, go back and take your mother and your sister to Liaodong, where there is a school to teach you to read and take care of food for free, and your mother can find a job to do there. Zhang Zhuzi said.

"Then why don't you go?" The kid asked.

"Who is going to keep those bad guys out of Liaodong? You didn't get drenched on a rainy day because someone held an umbrella for you, so don't forget those who hold an umbrella in the future, just go. Zhang Zhuzi waved his hand to let the kid leave.

Indigenous informants like Zhang Zhuzi don't have radio equipment, but they have an equally effective way of communicating with their peers. After leaving a mark in an inconspicuous place, Zhang Zhuzi followed his target and left.

Soon a companion came to him according to the mark left by Zhang Zhuzi, and after receiving Zhang Zhuzi's affirmative reply, the companion immediately reported the news of the discovery of the target person.

"Yo, the hairy man who stole the wreckage of our radio station has appeared." John said to Tian Buzi.

"Sure?" Tian Buzi asked.

"Yes, Mia has confirmed it in the past. What now? Bring people back? John asked.

"Watch first, this guy has been hiding for so long, see who he is going to contact now." Tian Buzi said.

Mia and Everett hide in the attic of a house in the French Concession, watching the thief who stole the wreckage of the radio station with high-definition cameras and listening equipment.

"Wow, at least we know by now that this guy calls himself Stovich, well, a pretty hairy name." Everey listened as he took notes in his notebook.

"Hey, this guy is going to pay two hundred pounds for his goods, oh, his accomplice thinks that pile of junk is worth a hundred and fifty pounds at most." Everett livestreamed the conversation between the two people in the opposite house to Mia next to her.

"One hundred and fifty pounds? That's a lot of money in this day and age. However, these two fools must still not understand what kind of equipment the wreckage came from, otherwise they would not have shouted such a low price. Mia said.

"Well, that's good news. I don't know if the buyer can guess something, after all, we have long-distance communication technology that is no secret to the white people of this era. Everett said.

"Keep an eye on your people, as for whether the buyer knows the goods, it is not within our consideration, and it is all a matter of the above sentence to kill or chop." Mia said.

"yes, the dead buyer should show up quickly. I can't wait to go back to the Liaodong Peninsula for a vacation. Mia, I've heard that the children of your two students are about to be born, aren't you going to go and see them? Everett said.

"yes, I'm going to the green paint district to get a feel for the modern atmosphere, I'm fed up with the fecal-smelling streets!" Mia replied.