Zhou Qinghe said don't bother him until six o'clock.

Zeng Haifeng was very punctual, and only entered the international hotel after 6:5, and he was very disguised.

"How do you dress like a traitor?"

Zhou Qinghe opened the door and smiled when he saw Zeng Haifeng's mustache.

He was followed by one of Zhou Qinghe's subordinates brought from Nanjing, who had entered the Shanghai District of the Secret Service yesterday pretending to be a special commissioner.

"Boss."

"Hmm."

"Do you dare to come in without pretending?"

Zeng Haifeng's small eyes widened, and then he explained.

"The Japanese knew what I looked like, and even if they saw me coming to the concession in the past, they didn't tear their faces, and they wanted to fish, so they wouldn't do anything to me.

But now it's different, I slaughtered more than 20 of them yesterday, this sea of blood feud, if I am seen by them, can I still live without saying, just follow me home, won't my family move in vain? ”

"Dozen? Yes. ”

Zhou Qinghe didn't expect that this pit could bury so many Japanese.

This battle report is sent to Boss Dai, and it will definitely be able to make a notice and reward something.

"That's it." Zeng Haifeng raised his eyebrows proudly, and then hugged Zhou Qinghe's shoulders very knowingly and said, "Isn't this still the credit of your brother Zhou, otherwise how could I do it so quickly?" ”

Although Zeng Haifeng can do this slowly by himself, but with Zhou Qinghe acting outside, the time saved is not a little bit.

The most important thing is security.

Who wants to be followed every day?

"I've already sent a report to Boss Dai, let's wait for the reward."

"Is there any reaction from the Japanese?"

"Yes, I was so angry that I blew up my headquarters building overnight."

Zeng Haifeng laughed when he said this.

Zhou Qinghe guessed that there should be no loss.

"Done with it?"

"It's all moved, and all the safety points are replaced."

Zeng Haifeng waved his hand proudly, and in less than a second, he cried and said with a sad face: "It's just that the money is overspent again, and all the wages I want to pay this month are thrown in, and the wages will be paid in seven days, what should I do?" ”

Zhou Qinghe sneered, walked to the sofa and sat down: "Figure it out yourself, I have no obligation to help you solve the problem of money." ”

"Qinghe, help me figure out a way." Zeng Haifeng leaned over greasy and greasy, squeezing his eyebrows.

"No need to talk."

People don't want to be invincible in the world, Zhou Qinghe has to get up and run.

Zeng Haifeng's crying expression was small, and soon he often lay down on the sofa in a large font, closed his eyes and said happily: "Ah~ I have finally finished moving, I can rest assured, this ghost day is finally over." ”

The pressure is really high, Zhou Qinghe nodded slightly, this Zeng Haifeng can be regarded as wiping his ex's buttocks, and he has to worry about being buried while wiping.

"Now it's time to dig up all these dogs."

Zeng Haifeng got up and said seriously: "Qinghe, I can't come to the concession often in the future, it's not safe, I thought about it, I still have to hide in Zhabei with the big army."

My idea is that the French Concession and the Public Concession, as well as the Nanshi below, these three action teams will all be handed over to Ling Lai, and we will rely on telegraph to communicate, so don't meet if we have nothing to do. ”

"How many?"

Zhou Qinghe did not refuse, the situation in Shanghai was difficult, and the main problem was the concession.

The concession is not under the jurisdiction of the government, and if you want to do something, it is difficult to open up the situation without manpower.

"400 people."

"So much?" Zhou Qinghe was stunned, "How many people are there in your Shanghai action team?" ”

"Not counting the 300 clerks, there are 1,500 people in the intelligence group and the operations team combined."

"How many people are there?"

Zeng Haifeng pulled his face and said, "800 people." ”

"Poof." Zhou Qinghe laughed: "If you raise it, I will count you as powerful." ”

The salary of 800 people supports 1800 people, which is still the price of Shanghai, which is really amazing.

Zhou Qinghe smiled after speaking, thought of something, and squinted at Zeng Haifeng: "Are you planning to let me help you raise these 400 people?" ”

"You can see it." Zeng Haifeng's face changed in a second, and he smiled flatteringly: "Qinghe, what is the relationship between us, help, it is convenient for you to do things with someone." ”

Sure enough, uneasy and kind.

"Where am I going to make money?"

The salary of 400 people is calculated according to the minimum of 25 yuan per person, which is 10,000 legal currency a month.

In fact, it is definitely not so low, and it has to be added to the operation funds, and it is possible to have thirty or forty thousand fiat dollars a month.

If you give out more bonuses, you have to prepare 50,000 fiat currency a month.

"I can't afford to raise it." Zhou Qinghe waved his hand.

"You raise 400, I have to raise 1400." Zeng Haifeng complained: "Even if 800 is from the headquarters, I still have 600 to raise." ”

"Who made you the mayor? I." Forget it, looking at his pitiful appearance, Zhou Qinghe couldn't bear to refuse: "I want to think of a way, before I think of a way, you raise it yourself." ”

"Okay, no problem." As long as Zhou Qinghe is willing to find a way, Zeng Haifeng immediately smiled and said ambiguously: "I will transfer Jiang Wen to you and be your secretary." ”

This week, Qinghe didn't refuse, it was impossible for him to personally lead these 400 people, and information isolation must be done.

It's still about money, looking for money

"By the way, do you know who that 181 casino is?" Zhou Qinghe remembered the gold cave.

"Zhang Xiaolin, 61 years old, is one of the three giants of the Qinggang, the largest gang in Shanghai."

"Oh~, Green Gang."

That Zhou Qinghe understood, the local gang.

Where there are more poor people, the more developed the underworld industry will be.

The Green Gang can open such a big casino in the concession, and it seems that the connections are not ordinarily strong.

The news of the Green Gang Zeng Haifeng came easily: "This Zhang Xiaolin was just a small person at the beginning, after joining the Green Gang, he met the little leader Du Yuesheng, and then through Du Yuesheng, he took the only Chinese inspector in the French Concession at that time.

The three of them smelled like each other, and the business in the concession became bigger and bigger, and gradually spread to the whole of Shanghai, and later because of disputes, these two people saved the life of Golden Velvet and worshiped directly, and the current three giants of the Green Gang are these three people. ”

"You want to hit them?"

After Zeng Haifeng finished speaking, he reminded: "These three people are not easy to move, the Qing Gang is the largest gang, there are many people in it, after their power rises, the principal sometimes wants to do something in Shanghai, this is all for them to do, just say that this golden velvet also has the name of a major general of the Executive Yuan, you know how deep the water is." ”

"Understood." Zhou Qinghe nodded, nine times out of ten, the principal of this casino still has a share.

Hands and eyes open to the sky.

"What then? Don't let me knock on the bamboo bar, where do you let me go to find money? ”

Zhou Qinghe glanced at him and said, "Tens of thousands of fiat currency, earn by opening a company?" What kind of money-making business is not monopolized by these people? ”

Zeng Haifeng frowned and thought for a while, "Where did you say that the money of these Black Dragon Society people came from?" They are so active and spend a lot of money.

The Black Dragon Society does not produce anything, and second, it is not a regular Japanese establishment, even if the Japanese military department subsidizes him, there is no reason for him to have so much money, and it is an action and a waste of time.

After all, it is to help the underworld, and if the Japanese military department really supports it with full funding, why bother looking for the underworld, can't it just recruit regular staff? ”

This question is indeed somewhat interesting, where does the Black Dragon Society's funding come from?

There are rules in the concession, and collecting protection money should not be the turn of the Black Dragon Society, so in the eyes of the Japanese army headquarters, the people of the Black Dragon Society are a bunch of garbage.

Zhou Qinghe could see from the interrogation in Nanjing that the Black Dragon Society was at the bottom of the chain of contempt, and there really shouldn't be any funds to support them.

At least I can't afford to live a life of spending time and drinking.

"Kidnapping?" Zhou Qinghe thought of a possibility.

Zeng Haifeng nodded, and said thoughtfully: "It's possible, I'll go back and check to see if there is any case of a wealthy businessman being kidnapped this year, such a large amount of money, it shouldn't be without a source." ”

"Okay, then I'll leave first, and I'll let Jiang Wen come to you to report later."

Zeng Haifeng didn't sleep all night, and now he yawns.

In the morning, the matter of the shootout and explosion in Zhabei District suddenly spread.

It's just strange that the government came forward to say that a group of thugs of unknown origin wanted to steal the office and accidentally caused the explosion of stored goods, without mentioning the Japanese.

Again, the Japanese side is quite quiet.

What Japanese? There are no Japanese.

Before the war began, everyone refused to admit that they had done it.

The people in the concession are not very interested in the outside world, on the contrary, the content of today's newspaper is something that everyone is talking about.

A Chinese doctor confronts a surgeon at St. Mary's Hospital, and the surgeon loses and dies denying it.

St. Mary's Hospital issued a statement that Surgeon Marder had a medical deficiency and that St. Mary's Hospital had dismissed him.

In the text, there is also Ma De's statement, in fact, the Chinese doctor performed a very successful operation, and he was reluctant to gamble $50,000 to report the head of surgery.

There is nothing wrong with St. Mary's Hospital itself.

In the end, Mader carried it all.

In addition, the French Concession also made a statement that the facts have been fully investigated under the vigorous promotion of their public board of directors, and that it is not simple to be a doctor's private behavior, and they welcome Chinese doctors to continue to open clinics in the French Concession.

It makes sense that the public agrees.

After all, it's fifty thousand dollars.

At noon, the phone in Zhou Qinghe's room rang.

"Hey."

A female voice came from the phone: "Boss Zeng asked me to find you." ”

Oh, Jiang Wen.

Zhou Qinghe understood: "You open a room in an international hotel, call me well." ”

Zhou Qinghe packed up a few portraits, and after receiving the call, he went directly to room 306.

Jiang Wen opened the door and was slightly surprised to see that Zhou Qinghe was so young, but quickly got out of the way.

Zhou Qinghe smiled inside.

"What did Boss Zeng tell you?"

"You're from Nanjing?" Jiang Wen did not answer the rhetorical question.

Zhou Qinghe nodded.

Jiang Wen said with a straight face: "He said that I am under your command, but the situation in Shanghai is complicated, are you sure you can do it?" If you can't, beware of dying. ”

"Thank you for your concern." Zhou Qinghe chuckled and handed over the things in his hand: "These portraits, you find out the people first, except for you, no one in Shanghai is allowed to know my whereabouts, and my existence cannot be known to anyone, do you understand?" ”

Jiang Wen took it and glanced at Zhou Qinghe, he was not very old, but he was quite sorry for his life.

(End of chapter)