Don't want to get out of bed......

Don't want to get out of bed......

Tired......

I don't even have the strength to open my eyes......

Long......

Reach out and touch your side. No one.

Oh, their sisters should be up. Two-on-one. They've won a lot.

These two leprechauns ......

"Bell bell bell ......"

"Bell bell bell ......"

Suddenly, the bedside phone rang.

Too lazy to listen. Someone in the hall below should be listening. Pei Lan should be below.

Outcome......

"Phone."

Someone next to him said in a daze.

It seems to be Pei Xue's voice. Oh. She's still there. I don't know where to curl up. I didn't even touch it just now.

"Your sister listens ......"

"My sister went out early in the morning. Not at home. ”

"What is she going to do?"

"Go save money! You give so much money, you have to save it. ”

"Isn't it meant to be a silver ticket?"

"My sister said, divide a few more accounts. That's how it stays safe. ”

"Oh......"

Zhang Yong had to work hard to get up and answer the phone.

Luckily, the phone was at the bedside. Struggling to crawl over. Reach for the microphone.

"Hey ......"

"Captain, there's a foreigner who wants to see you."

"Who?"

"He said his name was Stevenson and that he had been sent by Paramount Nightclub."

"Oh......"

Zhang Yong patted his head hard.

Damn it. I really hollowed out my body last night. Even the brain is hollowed out.

Annoying......

It was not easy to come to my senses.

Come to think of it. Paramount nightclub. Shootouts that took place before. Indicate what you want to investigate yourself.

As a result, he went to Jinling in a hurry. The matter was put on hold for the time being. But the Americans are also stubborn. Or do you just point out that you just need to do your own research. I'd rather wait until now.

It may be that he learned that he had returned from Jinling. So, the Americans came to the door in person. There's no way to excuse it.

Everything else has to be put aside. This matter has to be dealt with first.

So I tried to get up.

"Business?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll go prepare breakfast."

"Good!"

Pei Xue also got up.

Help Zhang Yong put on his clothes. Then come down for breakfast.

The maid had prepared breakfast. Zhang Yong hurriedly ate a little. Then drive back to the office.

It was Yang Zhi who called just now. Now he's dealing with it too.

The others are almost all big bosses. I don't know how to deal with foreigners. Yang Zhi knows a little English. Barely able to communicate.

In these years, it is really important to be able to speak a foreign language.

If he, Zhang Yong, knew Japanese, he would dare to pretend to be Kenji Dohihara!

It's true.

Directly yell out Kintaro Notani.

I don't believe it, Kenji Dohihara is called Ling, and you dare to continue to hide and not move.

Made......

Unfortunately not. It's going to be a little bad English.

Stevenson, a foreigner, was tall and had brown hair, which stood out among all of them.

Simple and polite. Zhang Yong led the team to the Paramount nightclub.

Because it was morning, Paramount Nightclub hadn't started to open yet. There are only hygienic personnel.

Stevenson brought Zhang Yong to find the boss Fred.

"Captain Zhang."

"Mr. Fred."

The two sides meet. Shake hands. Then sit down separately.

Fred is an old man. He is in his sixties. The body is not very good either. Have one foot in the grave.

An old foreigner, thousands of miles away, came to China to do business. It's hard to think about.

It's hard now. It's harder later.

If it is after 12/7/41, it may be extremely dangerous.

The Japanese were so fanatical that they declared war on Britain and the United States. Send troops to sweep through the concession. Those British and American foreigners who did not have time to evacuate suffered a lot.

"I don't ask about the process. I just want results. Fred's eyes were cloudy.

"No problem." Zhang Yong nodded.

That's for the best.

Anyway, the process of his investigation of the case cannot be described.

When others investigate cases, they are all organized and well-founded. He's just messing around. Scratch a handful. Whoever catches it is whoever it is.

Theoretically, as long as enough Japanese spies are captured, the truth will always come to the surface.

So, I'm sorry, the Japanese spies on the beach, you have to be wronged again......

"How long will it take?"

"A month!"

"Good!"

Fred was satisfied.

Zhang Yong immediately resigned.

Of course, he couldn't have investigated in the Paramount nightclub.

Three months have passed, and all traces have been washed away.

Just as he was about to leave, a red dot entered the map range. This red dot keeps coming towards Paramount nightclubs.

Zhang Yong watched the other party approach quietly.

It was finally found to be a middle-aged man. Wearing a gray suit. Wearing a bow. A simple look.

"This is ......," Zhang Yong asked curiously.

"This is my personal assistant. Mr. Jin Bufan. Fred introduced.

Zhang Yong: ???

Personal assistant?

That means having a lot of authority? And know a lot of Paramount secrets?

Amazing, the Japanese spy actually lurked beside the Americans. What's to be done?

It feels like it's going to be aimed at Americans!

suddenly remembered Liu Xi.

Is she a Japanese spy? Who is she targeting?

Maybe she wasn't targeting the Chinese?

Are they targeting, perhaps, Americans?

Hey, the pattern opens up in an instant. Suddenly, I felt that many doubts were solved.

In fact, in the eyes of some "high-end" Japanese, the Chinese are no longer worthy of being their opponents. They are eyeing polar bears, or beautiful countries.

Relatively speaking, the beautiful country is more desirable. After all, the vast Pacific Ocean is involved.

The Japanese have always wanted to turn the Pacific Ocean into their own inland sea.

This ambition is super ambitious.

And the warships of the beautiful country back then forcibly knocked on Japan's door, and also made many "high-end" Japanese want to take revenge.

Under such circumstances, it is understandable that they have stepped up their espionage on the beautiful country.

Fifty-six Yamamoto, himself a military attache in the United States.

Later, the attack on Pearl Harbor also relied on intelligence provided by spies.

And at this time, the beautiful country was still mired in deep isolationism. Don't want to meddle in external affairs.

The army of the beautiful country is also at its lowest ebb now.

It seems that the army only has more than 100,000 people?

The Navy was larger in number, there were also aircraft carriers and battleships. But only take care of one's own one-third of an acre. Not enough attention was paid to the rise of the Japanese.

Even at the time of the attack on Pearl Harbor, the U.S. Army seemed to have only expanded to about 300,000 people.

This fully shows that the beautiful country itself is not ready for battle.

Well, in terms of counterintelligence, it's basically a blank slate. It seems that the CIA has not yet been established? It seems that the FBI is responsible for the espionage?

So, Liu Xi and them may be "high-end" Japanese spies?

"Captain Zhang. Hello. ”

"Hello. Kim Assistant. ”

Zhang Yong shook hands with the other party enthusiastically. Judge the other party's financial resources.

Jin Bufan, assistant, Japanese spy ......

These identities are mixed together, will there be 10,000 oceans?

Shake one’s head.

There shouldn't be ......

Alas, boring.

There are fewer and fewer rich Japanese spies.

It seems that it is better to do it to Zhang Xiaolin as soon as possible. Rob him for money.

"Captain Zhang, are you free at night?"

"Do what?"

"We have a very wonderful program in our nightclub in the evening, and I want to invite Captain Zhang to come and enjoy it."

"Oh. There is time. There is time. ”

"That night, I was at the door to greet Captain Zhang."

"Don't dare. Can't. Do I need to pay for it? ”

"Of course not. It's all free. ”

"Oh, that's good. That's good. I'll definitely come for free. Come by all means. ”

"Thank you Captain Zhang for your ...... face"

Jin Bufan's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt.

Ugly Chinese, hehe. As soon as I heard that it was free, I had to climb it. A bunch of guys with no bones.

"See you in the evening, then. I'll go on official business first. ”

"See you in the evening!"

Jin Bufan sent Zhang Yong out.

Zhang Yong boarded the car. Leave the nightclub. Until the red dot disappears.

Turning his head to Cao Mengqi, he whispered, "Immediately investigate this Jin Bufan secretly." ”

"Does he have a problem?" Cao Mengqi saw the subtlety.

"He's Japanese."

"Huh?"

Cao Mengqi immediately understood.

Since this Jin Bufan is Japanese, it is a big problem.

To say that the last shooting murder, without his planning, it is absolutely impossible. Moles are often the deadliest.

"He wasn't there last time. Not working properly. At home. ”

"It should have been deliberately arranged. Proof of an alibi manufactured. ”

"Good fellows. It's really cunning! ”

"Be careful not to be discovered by him. Check it if you can. If you can't check it, forget it. ”

"I'll go myself."

"That's fine!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

Cao Mengqi went in person, and he should be able to find some information.

Even if the identity of this Japanese spy is covered up seamlessly, there will be corresponding information after all. It can also be extracted from the police station.

After dealing with the matter here, Cao Mengqi put down the car, and then drove to the four roads.

First of all, come to the New Age Photo Studio.

Shi Bingdao is not here. It is said that it is in the social news newspaper.

Turn around and get ready to leave. Suddenly, he saw behind the door curtain, a little girl quietly looked at him.

Hehe. It's still her. I haven't seen you in three months, and it seems that nothing has changed?

It's funny to think about it. How much can change in three months?

Came to the social news newspaper. Sure enough, I saw Shi Bingdao. Shi Bingdao didn't change much. Wearing a long gown. There are traces of ink on it.

At that time, the newspaper operators were like this. Ink is often spilled on the body. Because the newspapers are printed on very old printing presses. There are also not many workers. There were only one or two people. Shi Bingdao, who is the boss, also wants to help personally. Format by yourself, print by yourself, and then ask someone to sell on the street. It's hard money.

"The owner is back?" Shi Bingdao welcomes you.

"Well, I'm back. What about the people of the Nineteenth Route Army? Zhang Yong picked up a newspaper casually.

Nothing special news. It's all short in the family.

Shake one’s head. Frown.

That's not going to work.

There is no circulation. Definitely not making money.

Gotta do some lace news.

In Shanghai now, in fact, the best-selling ones are all kinds of lace tabloids.

In those days, there was no press regulation. As long as you don't touch politics, it's no problem to be a little yellow. But to make yellow, you have to have some new tricks.

If it's a simple beauty pageant or something, everyone is already aesthetically fatigued.

Swimsuit beauties are not new either.

Forget it, let's talk about making money later. Where is the fast ......

Wrong.

Is it confiscation, confiscation, confiscation......

"They're all waiting for you to come back!"

"All concentrated?"

"All in one!"

"Check it out!"

"Good!"

Shi Bingdao took Zhang Yong to the outskirts of the city.

There is a village here. It looks a little rundown. But there are a lot of people.

"What about people?"

"The whole village is full of people."

"What?"

Zhang Yong: ......

Sky!

A village of people?

Wait a minute!

"How many people are there?"

"Three hundred!"

"What?"

"Actually...... A little more than three hundred. ”

"I ......"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Big brother, I just want a few informants!

You have more than 300 people for me?

Am I going to get on the beach?

(End of chapter)