February 18, 28th year of the Republic of China, the afternoon of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

"What about Lin Zhijiang?" Liu Geqi came to Lin Zhijiang's house to get a gun, but only his wife was at home.

"He went out the day before yesterday and hasn't come back yet." Lin Zhijiang's wife looked at him and said timidly.

"Where's the gun for me? You take it out and give it to me, I contacted him the day before yesterday. Liu Geqi asked with a frown, feeling a very bad premonition in his heart.

"He stole and sold all the guns in the house." Lin Zhijiang's wife hesitated, but still told the truth.

"What did you say?" Liu Geqi was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he had misheard.

Lin Zhijiang is the head of the firearms group of the Shanghai City of the Military Command, responsible for the storage of guns and ammunition in the district department. But no one thought that this bold guy would do such an outrageous thing and secretly sell guns and ammunition.

The reason why no one noticed it was because of the management loopholes created by the strict regulations of the Military Command Bureau; the district departments in the Shanghai urban area are the command centers and internal service units, and there is no direct contact between them and the field service departments, and they need to talk about their work.

The personnel of the headquarters did not have to perform field duties, and they did not use guns in normal times, and they could not be equipped with guns for activities in the concession, so no one paid attention to the situation of the guns and ammunition kept by Lin Zhijiang.

Liu Ge was angry and had nothing to say, Lin Zhijiang, this guy knew that the matter was going to be exposed, he must have run away, and selling guns in the Military Command Bureau was a headless behavior! Fortunately, Lin Zhijiang is a field worker, and his job is only to keep guns, otherwise once such a person defects and surrenders, it will bring serious losses to the Shanghai City of the Military Control Bureau.

The arrow had to be fired, but Liu Geqi still decided to eradicate Chen Zheng as usual, he had three pistols buried in the ground.

On February 19, the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Yinglin Club was stationed.

Last night, Han Lin, who drank and drank until about 2 o'clock in the morning before resting, got up at 10 o'clock with the military attaches of the Consulate General of Britain, the United States and France.

Britain and France blindly pursued a policy of appeasement, hoping to exchange it for the protection of their own interests and to direct Hitler's goal to the Soviet Union. Han Lin also sensed from the conversation that Britain and France were not currently thinking about how to go to war with Germany.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and changed my clothes, and then went downstairs to take a look.

Today is the first day of Wang Qi's acting club foremanship, and it is also the first time that she is solely responsible for large-scale social activities, Shen Xueyan and Liu Nina will go to work in the Shancheng branch for a period of time, and then the Yinglin Club in the French Concession in Shanghai will be supporting the façade, and the power will be quickly transferred to her hands.

Under the guidance of Shen Xueyan and Liu Nina, two experienced "veterans", she commanded the club's staff and carried out preparations in an orderly manner.

"Happy New Year, Boss!"

The voices of greeting Han Lin came and went, looking at the boss who had just gone downstairs, and the staff of the club bowed and said hello.

Last night, Wang Qian had already sent a considerable amount of red envelopes to the staff in advance in the name of the boss, which can also enhance her authority and control personnel and financial rights, which is the most deterrent killer feature.

"Boss, I'll ask the kitchen to cook dishes and noodles for you, right?" Wang Qi asked with a smile.

She is still wearing the most accustomed black cheongsam, which is still sleeveless, with a mysterious and cold style, although the temperature in Shanghai can reach ten degrees during the day in February, Han Lin still feels that her clothes are a little cold.

Her skin is snow-white, delicate and powdery, as if the vulgar dust of time cannot contaminate her skin, forming the most conspicuous contrast with the black cheongsam.

"Forget it, the kitchen chefs are also busy preparing side dishes, desserts and pastries for the evening, don't trouble them, I'll have lunch in a while, and I'm not hungry."

"Don't be nervous, our club is already very experienced in organizing social events, every staff member knows their responsibilities, you are the foreman who controls the rhythm, you have to be calm, there will be no big problems." Han Lin said with a smile.

"I used to be a dancer foreman in the Black Cat Dance Hall, holding such a high-end social event, and it was also a foreign affairs event, I didn't have any confidence at all, if it weren't for Xue Yan and Nana to guide me, I felt like I was about to collapse."

"It's said that I hated less when I used the book, and I didn't think it was like it before, but when I was in charge of organizing a social event, I realized that there was still a lot to learn! There are a lot of details that they need to remind me, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of it myself. Wang Qi took his arm and walked around the hall.

This is since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, because of the Jiangcheng battle, the war entered a state of strategic confrontation, the club held a grand New Year reception for the first time, in the face of hundreds of people to participate in large-scale social activities, and they are all figures with status and status in Shanghai, to say that she has no pressure is also a lie.

After Wang Qi became the deputy foreman of the club, she just encountered the outbreak of war, she had no opportunity to learn, and daily management was no problem, but she lacked experience in hosting social activities, and she didn't want to smash the signboard of the Yinglin Club.

"In fact, our Yinglin Club is just a service organization, we provide a meeting venue, provide red wine and a variety of snacks, Western cakes, Chinese dim sum, candy and chocolate, fruits and dried fruits, etc., invite members to participate, and our task is completed."

"Members come to participate in the event, a small part of them are for leisure and entertainment, most of them are to expand their network, or even to find business opportunities or other opportunities, speaking of which, the environment we create is what they value the most." Han Lin said.

"You mean that my work is not important?" Wang Qi stared at Han Lin with wide eyes.

The woman really has a fickle face, and just now she was talking to herself softly, and in a few tenths of a second, her mood changed.

"Don't get me wrong, how does it look like a little wild cat with its tail stepped on? Level is the core competitiveness of the club, members see the dance queen of the Shanghai market, must feel that it is worth the trip, you are my killer and pillar. Han Lin said with a smile.

"Hey, you haven't made out enough at night, and when you're doing preparations during the day, you actually run to the hall to show affection, isn't it appropriate?" Shen Xueyan walked over and said sourly.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Han Lin asked.

"Kagesa Zhenzhao is waiting for you in the tea room on the third floor with a Japanese named Qingqi Qingyin, please go up." Shen Xueyan said in a low voice.

Sunny weather? A member of the Dohihara organ, he is also an assistant to Kenji Dohihara, the backstage boss of the Wang puppet government secret service headquarters, Li Shiqun's top boss, a senior spy of the Japanese Army General Staff Headquarters, and an assistant to Kagesa Zhenaki in the future.

Kenji Dohihara and Kage Satsuaki are now in a competitive relationship, how did Qingqi Qingyin get mixed up with Kage Satsuaki? It's just that the opportunity that fell from the sky, and it would be a waste not to take advantage of it!

(End of chapter)