"How old are you?"

“26。”

"Military rank."

"Captain."

"Position."

"Squad Leader."

"With 400 people, can you eat?"

"No problem."

"Very well, find any person in the portrait, notify me immediately, and if you can't find me, call this number."

Zhou Qinghe gave her a backup phone under his hand.

"Yes."

Jiang Wen had a word of nonsense, took the photo and went out.

Zhou Qinghe was satisfied with her attitude, and he could save a lot of worry.

For the Black Dragon Society, what Zhou Qinghe urgently needs to figure out now is what the other party has done, how many people there are, and where the funds come from.

If you catch a tongue and interrogate it directly, it will be clear.

Glancing at the room, oh, this isn't my own room, how did I get rid of people.

Return to your room.

On the other side, reporter Ono downstairs of the hotel was hanging at the door.

Speaking of which, it's hard to talk about.

It's a mess.

I thought that I could rely on the news that the Chinese doctor could beat the surgeon at St. Mary's Hospital, and this Chinese doctor asked him to do a good job.

And it really was at first.

He asked to see the ambassador that night.

The ambassador showed great interest, saying that since this Chinese wants to come to the public concession to open a clinic, this is just a small matter, doctors, not too much, not to mention that they are not here to turn the fate, but to find a place to open a clinic at their own expense, come and come.

Asked Ono to go to the Chinese doctor and promised to make time to meet him.

But in the morning the man found Ono and told him that the Chinese doctor would do the matter of opening the clinic himself, and the ambassador was not ready to meet the Chinese again.

Ono suddenly became anxious and asked the reason, and the person from the embassy said with a chuckle: "After you left last night, the director of the French Concession Board of Directors came to the ambassador and invited the ambassador to the izakaya for a drink. ”

Ono understood, and although the newspapers said so, it was clear that the directors of the French Concession were not prepared to let the Chinese doctors go easily.

This is to be suppressed in the dark.

That's right, it's just a doctor with good medical skills, and there is no shortage of ambassadors for this doctor.

Ono felt that he had sworn to say yes at the time, but now that things were messed up, he didn't know how to explain it to the Chinese doctor.

Especially at a time when the future of this doctor can be bleak.

Alas, let's get it straight.

Ono walked up to the front desk, "Hello, please help me contact the occupants of room 813." ”

"Okay."

The call quickly reached Zhou Qinghe's room, and when he heard the front desk say that it was reporter Ono, Zhou Qinghe immediately went downstairs.

"Ono-kun." Zhou Qinghe greeted him with a smile in Japanese, but he saw the box that Ono was carrying, which was a little familiar.

"I'm sorry." Ono bowed guiltily and put the box on the ground: "The ambassador is not ready to see you, the reason"

Ono hesitated for a moment but nodded to Zhou Qinghe: "It's related to the Board of Directors, don't say it, otherwise others will know that I said it." ”

"That's right."

Zhou Qinghe's stunned expression quickly took over the box with a smile: "Ono-kun, thank you very much for helping me, this has nothing to do with you, come, I'll invite you to dinner." ”

"No need, I'm ashamed." Ono bowed again, turned and left.

Zhou Qinghe thought about it on the spot, turned around and went back to the room and began to count the money, confirming that it was still 50,000 US dollars, then it would be fine.

The public board of directors made a move, and the Japanese ambassador gave up, it doesn't matter, it's not a big deal, to put it bluntly, even if this medical center is not opened, it will not affect anything.

It's just that there is one less channel to contact Japanese people.

However, he bought the medical hall in the French Concession, and the French could not take back this private property, as long as there was a point, it would be a matter of time before they got up.

So let's do it first, but the clinic in the French Concession has to be visited, I'm afraid there will be trouble.

Zhou Qinghe went out and called a rickshaw, first deposited the money in the bank safe, and then turned around and went to the clinic.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a few gangster-looking people blocking the door from a distance, they didn't rush in, but they seemed to be taking advantage of the people inside.

"What? Want to heal? Zhou Qinghe walked over.

Looking inside, there was a gangster sitting on the consultation table, stretching out his arms, and kept laughing at Ma Qingqing opposite.

And Ma Qingqing sat upright with his hands on his chest, without saying a word.

It's very smart, and he makes trouble in the name of seeing a doctor, so that the patrol of the French Concession will not interfere.

The three thugs at the door glanced at Zhou Qinghe and sneered, "You are the surgeon with superb medical skills?" ”

"Yes, what advice?"

"Of course, I came to see you, and the newspaper said that you were a miracle doctor, better than St. Mary's."

The gangsters laughed happily, and pointed to the gangsters sitting inside: "See, it's our boss inside, who is very sick, don't look bad, I smashed your store if you can't see it." ”

"Watch slowly, don't be in a hurry, it's okay to watch for a day and a night." There were thugs laughing and helping.

Zhou Qinghe looked at them and burst into a smile: "Okay, I'll help your boss take a look, you must take a look at it carefully." ”

Forehead. The three thugs were a little dumbfounded, no, wasn't this person stupid, couldn't you see that they were here to make trouble?

Zhou Qinghe walked in and patted Ma Qingqing's shoulder: "I'll come." ”

"Boss, they're coming."

"Came to see the doctor."

Zhou Qinghe gave her a look, then sat down and asked, "What's uncomfortable?" ”

The thug on the other side frowned, and said with a smile: "I'm not feeling well." ”

"Okay, lie down and I'll give you a touch."

"Can you let the female doctor show me, I like her."

"No, I'm the only doctor here, she's just an assistant."

"Ugh." The thug lay down on the treatment bed with a big sting: "You can show me carefully." ”

"Definitely."

Zhou Qinghe touched the gangster's chest very seriously, and asked a few regular questions.

The gangsters thought that they were coming, and if they didn't check it, they didn't check it, so they answered a rough idea.

Zhou Qinghe didn't say a word, continued to touch, and frowned when he touched his stomach, and his face was slightly gloomy.

"Do you have normal bowel movements?"

"What does it mean to be normal?"

"Just how many times a day, what time do you have a bowel movement every day, and will your stomach be uncomfortable?"

"How do I remember this, what's wrong?"

When the gangsters looked at Zhou Qinghe's expression, their hearts suddenly burst out, and their stool seemed to be abnormal.

Zhou Qinghe didn't speak, just grabbed his stomach and pressed it all the time, sighed, and his face became more and more heavy.

"What's the matter, what are you sighing for, talking." The gangsters were in a hurry.

"Have you paid the medical fee?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

The gangster's face pulled, of course he didn't pay it.

"A few bucks, you say."

"There is writing at the door, starting at 200."

", you're a black shop!"

"It's up to you whether you look at it or not, anyway, the consultation fee is 200, so if you don't look at it, get up."

As soon as Zhou Qinghe put his hand away, he returned directly to the diagnosis and treatment table.

The gangsters stopped doing it, got up numbly, and ran to the seat: "You say first, why did you sigh just now?" ”

"Oh, that's nothing, I'm just tired, too stressed."

"What do you mean to be tired? You're sighing, what the hell do you mean? Say it. ”

"Then you'll have to pay."

"Damn, don't you say it!" The thugs slapped the table angrily.

Zhou Qinghe stretched out his hand: "200, let me remind you that some diseases can't be delayed." “

"Boss." The three men outside the door also ran in.

"You don't say yes, do you?"

The thug glared at Zhou Qinghe, got up and left: "I'll clean you up when I turn around." ”

"Let's go."

"Boss, what's the matter? Don't mess around. ”

"I'm sick to my stomach, so I'll go to the hospital first."

"No, boss, why is your stomach upset? Got a bad stomach? ”

"How do I know, it's fine, I was told by the doctor, I really think my stomach is a little uncomfortable, go to the hospital to see, rest assured, this place, it's too expensive, it actually costs 200."

"Hahahaha." Several women in the clinic laughed, which scared the people.

It's not good to scare anyone, come to the doctor's stubble, that is really possible to scare yourself to death.

"Boss, if this bastard goes to the hospital and asks, he won't be able to fool him tomorrow." Ma Qingqing said.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at her: "Who said I lied to him, this guy is really sick, I felt a lump, but the problem shouldn't be big, he can go to other hospitals to deal with it." ”

"Oh? What kind of lumps. When a few people heard this, they became interested and immediately discussed it.

Zhou Qinghe has to think of a way, the people of the Green Gang have come to the door, the business of the clinic is not good, and the secret service is still short of money, these three problems must be solved together.

Gotta move the Green Gang.

All three of these problems can be solved in the Green Gang.

For example, the assassination of Zhang Xiaolin.

Make patients without them.

Let Zhang Xiaolin personally come to the door to seek medical advice.

"If you don't have business, you should rest early, go shopping, you don't have to stay here all the time."

Zhou Qinghe gave them a holiday, went out and made a phone call to contact Zeng Haifeng.

"In the evening, you arrange, I'll go to your archives in Shanghai, check the information, and don't let people see me."

"It's a trivial matter, you can take my car in the middle of the night, just wear a hat."

Zeng Haifeng thought that Zhou Qinghe was investigating the affairs of the Japanese, so he agreed directly.

Late at night, Zhou Qinghe entered the Shanghai District Secret Service, and Zeng Haifeng led people unimpeded.

And the personnel of the archives were directly put on leave.

Zhou Qinghe began to find archival information about the Green Gang.

There is a lot of information in Shanghai, but Zhou Qinghe's flipping speed is also very fast.

Flipping through the files, at four o'clock in the morning, Zhou Qinghe found what he wanted.

Zhang Xiaolin's whereabouts.

Zhang Xiaolin has a habit of going to the fifth floor of Casino No. 181 almost every night to gamble money, and after gambling, he has a car and a bodyguard a car, and either goes to a brothel or goes home to smoke a lot.

There are guards at home and bodyguards on the road, and this matter has to be carefully planned.

Zhou Qinghe said to Zeng Haifeng after checking the information, Zeng Haifeng was squinting in the office, and asked blankly: "Have you found it?" ”

"I had a clue and thought of a way to deal with the Japanese."

"I know you have a way."

The two of them went out happily, and Zhou Qinghe returned to the hotel.

Liu Kai went upstairs after a while.

"Boss, I saw that fifth person at the Martial Arts Hall."

(End of chapter)