Chapter 611

The next day, full of energy and refreshed, Wang Yan got up from the entanglement of four arms and four legs, washed up, licked his slicked-back hair, put on his clothes full of fragrance, took out his wallet and put four fifty-dollar U. S. bills on the bedside table, and then left the room without hesitation.

Because hundred-dollar U. S. bills were not easy to spend and were not very common, fifty, twenty, etc., were more popular. Wang Yan generously gave one hundred to each, almost one or two gold, to maintain his persona as a lustful, romantic, and big-spender. After all, he gave fifty U. S. dollars to little beggars, so the two ladies who slept with him couldn't be less.

Actually, it wasn't easy for him, to maintain such a persona, day after day, year after year, among these women who approached him, some for pleasure, some for money, some to set up intelligence, he was also very exhausted dealing with them.

This was a necessary cover identity, after all, if he had no problems at all, he would have been killed long ago. Because in this era, everyone had problems, whoever had no problems had problems, and whoever should die. Wang Yan mixed in the upper circle of Shanghai's debauchery and prosperity, where there was no good person.

Going downstairs, the men he met along the way were mostly in the same situation, acquaintances all smiled knowingly, ate a sumptuous breakfast in the dining room on the first floor, and walked out of the Paramount's gate, and these people became big shots with faces and status in Shanghai again.

He Shaohong, Fang Yuantu, and Zhang Xian had already left last night. They were all people with families, although they were all not very good things, but one by one they were two or three-minute players, staying overnight was useless...

Wang Yan had a table to himself, eating various exquisite breakfast snacks, looking at the latest newspaper. Where was the war, what was the situation of the war, who was drumming for the Japanese, the Red Party published articles of commentary that lifted spirits, what big shot died by accident, what star in Shanghai had a scandal. A thick stack of newspapers from each family, from the international situation, to the domestic war, to the painful and miserable life of the people in the water and fire, to the people singing and dancing and night after night in the prosperous places.

The so-called romance of the Republic was all in the angry roars of the Chinese nation displayed in those cold lines of text.

Under such circumstances, Muramoto Ichiro's appearance seemed particularly disgusting. But obviously, Muramoto Ichiro didn't have such self-awareness, he said with a smile: "Detective Wang really has a good appetite, eating so much alone."

"I just look at so many things to have a good appetite even if I can't eat them. I earned so much money, if I don't find a chance to spend it and enjoy it, if I get killed by someone at some point, wouldn't it be cheaper for others?" Wang Yan glanced at him and said: "I just sat down to eat breakfast, and you sat in front of me, it seems you Japanese have many eyes and ears."

"No, no, it's because your fame is too big, too many people know you, your whereabouts have never been a secret."

Wang Yan snorted, ate a small wonton, stuffed a bun into his mouth, and asked: "Regarding the compensation for those goods before, what result did you discuss?"

Muramoto Ichiro was of course here for this, he said with a straight face: "You also know how big the value of those goods was before, there are so many places to use money, we can't draw out so much money to compensate you and those French people. However, we discussed it, and we can let you sell a few more batches of contraband medicine like sulfonamides to compensate for your losses. After that, you can't continue to sell this kind of medicine. In addition, we will give you another thirty thousand U. S. dollars, you can use this money to make the French you think should be satisfied, what do you think?"

It didn't exceed Wang Yan's expectations, not to mention that the Japanese government in Shanghai was poor, even if they had money, they wouldn't take it out, this was an inevitable choice. So letting them sell sulfonamides, which they had been selling all along, became inevitable. Because sulfonamides are antibiotics, in the era when penicillin hadn't come out, they relied on sulfonamides to save lives, and the wounded soldiers on the battlefield needed a large amount of sulfonamides. The value of this medicine was great, and the sales were not bad, and they could make a lot of money after selling a few trips.

"Fifty thousand."

"No problem." Muramoto Ichiro nodded readily, took a kraft paper bag from the bag he brought and put it on the table: "All here, consider it our small heart, let you and the French be satisfied."

Wang Yan smiled: "Since it's cooperation, I can't just take benefits and not do things. Edgar told me that the matter of you detaining the goods of the British, American, and French foreigners before, they already have an idea. They said they are negotiating with the National Revolutionary Army to provide weapons and military supplies to the National Revolutionary Army, and will also send professional personnel to teach the National Revolutionary Army soldiers how to use them and fight."

"Although we already knew this news in advance, we still thank you for your help." Muramoto Ichiro didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction, only pride in their intelligence system.

The Japanese intelligence system was indeed very good, having developed for many years with painstaking efforts, and willing to invest money, how could it not be good. Like Iwai Tianyue Gongguan, Special Higher Police, Ume Kikan, etc., there were many factions. Some belonged to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, some to the Ministry of Home Affairs, some to the Japanese Army Headquarters, and some to the Navy, etc., they were all serving the interest groups they belonged to, so the struggle within them was actually very fierce.

Wang Yan nodded: "Then please, if there is any new situation in the future, I will call you."

Muramoto Ichiro was embarrassed, he thought Wang Yan would invite him to eat a sumptuous breakfast together, after all, didn't Chinese people like these hypocritical courtesies? But he met someone who wasn't hypocritical, and told him to get out directly, so he could only endure the dissatisfaction in his heart, and politely stood up to say goodbye.

Wang Yan ate for a while, waved to call the waiter to settle the bill, and calculated the total cost of the together. He Shaohong and others didn't act on their own to settle the bill. Sometimes this behavior was a good thing, sometimes it was a bad thing. As a famous big spender, Wang Yan never let his subordinates spend money.

After calculating the money, Wang Yan took the kraft paper bag and went out to drive away from the Paramount amidst the affectionate farewell of a group of waiters.

And on the table where he had just eaten, there were various messy foods left, and amidst the discussion of other diners, several waiters skillfully cleaned them up. Some they secretly kept for themselves to eat, or took home for their families to eat, and the rest of the many things were all sent to a group of gray-faced little beggars who had been waiting eagerly opposite the Paramount.

They all felt that Wang Yan was a famous big fool, but they also all said that Captain Wang was a good person with a kind heart...

Returning to the police station to sign in, Wang Yan changed into the police uniform, put on the leather coat, and first took the money to send it once. The little Japanese gave him money, let him send it to the French, so he had to send it to the French, this money naturally wasn't much, but the French, who were arrogant, liked the money that showed the Japanese attitude. They also knew that the money before couldn't be returned, and being able to find it back was already the best result, and now there was an extra sum for nothing, which was a good thing.

Speaking of which, it was still that sentence, they were both earning money for the French and earning money for themselves here, so what secrets could there be?

The contradiction between the French and the Japanese lay in French Indochina, which was later Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, including the Guangzhou Bay area ceded in the Qing Dynasty. This was France's largest colony in the Far East, compared to those concessions in China, it was not worth mentioning, and it was even worse in terms of revenue. Similarly, the British colonies were also in Nanyang, and the American interests were also in Nanyang.

The game between the Japanese and the three countries of Britain, America, and France was never about the Shanghai area.

And the selfish attribute of people determined that the French in Shanghai, the French in Indochina, and the French in France were three groups of people, and under the big common interests, there were small interest groups of their own...

However, those things had little to do with Wang Yan, he just needed to understand the situation in Shanghai. After sending money to several French people and telling them the Japanese's meaning, he went to Chen Jiangliu's place.

As a detective, naturally no one would check Chen Jiangliu's full attendance, as long as he could be found when the French looked for him or when his subordinates had important matters, no one would care about him.

But perhaps because he was leaving, Chen Jiangliu, who basically didn't sit in the police station in the past, had been coming early and leaving late for the past two days.

Seeing Wang Yan open the door and enter, Chen Jiangliu, who had received the gold bars yesterday, laughed happily: "A-Yan, you don't blame me, right?"

"What is the Inspector saying, just fifty gold bars, consider it travel expenses for you to go to Hong Kong. Even if you didn't say it, based on your care for me all these years, I would have offered it with both hands."

"It's me who is old, and my eyelids are shallow." Chen Jiangliu shook his head and sighed, took a puff of cigar, exhaled smoke and asked: "Alright, everything is arranged properly, right?"

"What could be the problem?" Wang Yan asked confidently, and leisurely took out an Old Knife to light it.

Chen Jiangliu was stunned for a moment, nodded and smiled: "Yes, what could be the problem? My position is yours. Actually, to tell the truth, A-Yan, I know you could have taken me down long ago, why were you willing to stay under me as a captain for so many years?"

"The tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, I have never heard of a Chinese police detective in his twenties. All these years I have been doing business with foreigners and have exhausted the limelight, neither fame nor profit is bad, there is no need to carry a bad reputation, and be dragged into various forces, it's really not worth it."

"Aren't you dragged in now?"

"Yes, you are still clear-headed, willing to withdraw."

"I'm just old, if I were your age, what wouldn't I dare to do? Now the Japanese are forcing me, the Kuomintang is threatening me, the Red Party is even more ruthless, wanting lives without a sound, and my prestige in the gang is not as good as before, in such a situation, you say if I don't leave quickly, and live a few years of peaceful days, what am I waiting for?"

So he indeed refused the Japanese, but actually he had no choice, because he agreed and was bound to die, didn't agree but stepped down, let the one who agreed move up, he could still live.

But he overestimated the Japanese's breadth of mind, and also overestimated Wang Yan's tolerance, the Japanese didn't kill him, Wang Yan also had to send someone to take action. They were all people who had done all kinds of bad things, and should die when they were useless.

"You did the right thing, after all, there is still a whole family. Unlike me, I eat enough and the whole family is not hungry, but I am greedy, reluctant to give up the good situation." Wang Yan nodded, and asked casually: "Inspector, you asked us three about our views on the Japanese yesterday morning, I think it was just a feeling?"

Chen Jiangliu sighed helplessly: "The Japanese are powerful, China is afraid it won't last long... If there is really such a day, people like you and me will all be slaves of a subjugated nation..."

People are so complex, meeting the same thing at different stages of life, they will make different choices. Chen Jiangliu is saying words of worrying about the country and the people now, but just now, he said that at the same age as Wang Yan, he would dare to do anything.

However, Wang Yan believed that this old thing was sincere now, he shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, the situation is like this, it's all involuntary, don't talk about these. Inspector, when are you leaving for Hong Kong? I'll go see you off."

Chen Jiangliu collected his emotions, pointed at Wang Yan with the cigar, and smiled: "I see you want to move up, it's almost time, bought the ticket for next week."

"The Inspector underestimates Wang Yan, I wasn't in a hurry to move up before, can I be short of these few days? I really just want to see you off. No matter what, I have worked under you for so many years, you are still a senior in the gang of the same generation as my old man, logically I should see you off."

Chen Jiangliu, this old thing, was somewhat moved, Wang Yan was a reliable person...

After experiencing a day of good public security and nothing happening, after eating a sumptuous dinner, Wang Yan drove back to his home on Julu Road.

He opened the gate himself, drove the car into the courtyard, but in his heart, he was calculating whether to find a gatekeeper and butler, and find a driver or something. After all, he was going to be a detective, his status was rising, and adding his business, it seemed a bit shabby now, and had no face. He even had the qualifications to get a manor now, named "Wang Tianyue Gongguan"...

Just as he was thinking about these things, the gate was pulled open by him, looking at the environment in the courtyard, he instinctively felt something was wrong, because it was cleaned cleaner than usual.

The work here was only done by Auntie Li herself, at most, occasionally, when it happened to be evening, her husband would pull a rickshaw to this side, and would help clean up on the way, and then pull Auntie Li home happily to eat.

And cleaning the courtyard was a big job, Auntie Li's old arms and legs couldn't move, even if her husband was counted, they wouldn't do it so well. Besides, Wang Yan never gave Auntie Li a mandatory task, it was all fate, as long as the room was clean and tidy, Auntie Li was happy to be idle, and would never do so much.

Pretending that nothing happened, Wang Yan drove into the courtyard, then closed the gate, opened the door and entered the house.

Unsurprisingly, the environment in the house was equally clean, but this wasn't strange, because Auntie Li was quick-handed and had always been clean.

Wang Yan didn't rush to walk around and check, but hummed a tune leisurely, poured a glass of plain water that was still warm, and only then walked upstairs slowly, at the corner of the bedroom door, looking at the rubber strip that was still there, and pushed open the door to look at the hinge, didn't see a very small black thread that should have existed, he shook his head and smiled, then strode into the bedroom.

Changing into a bathrobe, Wang Yan fiddled with boiling bathwater, and then went up to the study on the third floor, walked to the bookshelf in the right row, opened the bookshelf and hugged his shoulders, looking at the subtle changes, finally sighed, reached in and triggered the mechanism, half of the bookshelf popped out, and all that came into view were gold bars and U. S. dollars, as well as several house deeds, and several pistols.

After looking at the position of the movement, he turned and walked to the bookshelf on the far left, operated it the same way, and looking at the large space in the dark compartment, put a pile of weapons and ammunition. Fortunately, the sniper rifle and the few Nambu pistols he brought back were all placed in the space, otherwise something would have happened today.

This was why Wang Yan didn't kill Chen Jiangliu to move up before, the difference between a Chinese police detective and a Chinese police captain was heaven and earth, if it were on him, that difference would be even greater. That would make him get too much attention too early, just like bringing the Japanese now.

The room had been searched carefully by at least five people, and the only two dark compartments were searched out, needless to say, the eavesdropping devices must also have been arranged. Wang Yan picked up the phone, looked at the traces of the screws being turned, and shook his head helplessly.

Lighting a cigarette, Wang Yan looked at the garden villa next door which also belonged to him at the small window in the west, until a cigarette was finished, he turned and sat back in the chair, picked up the phone and dialed the dial a few times, transferred it for a while, the phone was connected, he said: "Dongzi, it's me. Give you a task, go and ask which manor in the French Concession is for sale."

"Yes, I'm buying. Isn't this going to be promoted to detective? It's shameful to live in this small broken garden villa. Alright, you can say the flattering words later, handle the matter cleanly for me. Buy a small one, don't buy a big one, I have no children, it's not popular to live too big."

"Find me a driver, find me a gatekeeper, the house is big and Auntie Li can't clean it, find another nanny. What those rich people look like, I have to keep up in the future, can't be lower than others. Okay, that's it, waiting for your news."

After explaining, Wang Yan hung up the phone, read the book silently, until night fell, he took a hot bath, and went to sleep early with the lights off. He fought for half the night yesterday, he had to cultivate well today, this was his routine. Indulge for a day, cultivate for a few days, he was famous in Shanghai for knowing how to maintain his body...

"Really don't understand, why did the section chief let us come to monitor this Chinese? Look at the luxury of his house, it's the same as the situation we checked, he is a man who likes money. Heard he messed with two women for four hours last night? No wonder he went to sleep early today, he is really a guy who makes people envious..."

"Who says not, Tamura, this Chinese is simply not human."

In the darkness, two Japanese were smoking, flickering in the light and dark, revealing their faces yearning for male power. They talked about the Chinese in their mouths wantonly and secretly, saying how much money the Chinese had, how much he could toss.

Little did they know, the Chinese in their mouths was standing outside the windowsill.

Wang Yan, who was disguised, had been listening for a long time, confirmed that the person who came was assigned by the Special Higher Police, he didn't startle the snake, climbed down the second floor lightly, and climbed out of the wall from the backyard.

Walked for a few minutes and passed the boundary, entered the International Settlement, stole a bicycle and pedaled to Chengdu Road. Flashed into an apartment building with five floors not far from Suzhou Creek, climbed straight to the fifth floor. He got some iron wire, skillfully and quickly opened the door, faster than having a key.

Although this house was indeed rented by him, where did he have the energy to remember which key matched which house? If he didn't have the ability to pick locks, that would be fine, the key was he had it, if he still played the matching game, that would be a sick brain.

Opened the door lightly, closed the door lightly, didn't turn on the light after entering the house, but walked lightly to the window and opened a crack, then took out the radio from the space, extended the antenna out through the window, tuned it for a long time, when it was finished, looking at the time, it was already past ten o'clock and one minute, and immediately started to contact Jingzhe's radio to send a telegram.

"The situation has changed recently, no longer contact as usual, if there is an emergency, report to find someone, Yan's mother's family's third uncle goes to rely on Wu Lao Er, wait at Xinyi Hotel outside the North Station. Copy and don't reply."

Wang Yan decisively switched channels, matched the frequency again, and started inputting a long article rhythmically.

"Will be promoted to detective. The old man I worshipped in the Green Gang, Lin Hongyuan, has defected to the enemy and sold me out. The Japanese agents want me to catch anti-Japanese elements and hand them over to them, and at the same time turn a blind eye to their behavior of catching anti-Japanese elements in the French Concession, already agreed to cooperate with the Japanese agents. From this point of view, the Japanese invaders have completely stabilized their footing in Shanghai. At the same time, the Japanese invaders wantonly detained the smuggled goods of Westerners in the International Settlement and French Concession, which is a test of the attitude of the three parties of Britain, America, and France, fearing that they are planning to completely occupy the whole of Shanghai, or the colonies of the powers in Nanyang. The three parties of Britain, France, and America are united, wanting to support the National Revolutionary Army with weapons, equipment, and military supplies, and send professional personnel to teach how to use them, the Japanese agents have already learned this news in advance.

In addition, the Japanese agents have sent women to deliberately approach and seduce, and at the same time searched and arranged eavesdropping in my home, I am safe, I am afraid I cannot contact at any time in the future, and have agreed on a new contact method with Jingzhe."

After a while, a radio wave carrying information came from Chongqing: "Allowed to be silent, try to send a telegram once a week. Act flexibly, act according to circumstances. If the situation is critical, can discuss urgently with Jingzhe, and dispose of it yourself."

The radio's indicator light stopped, Wang Yan nimbly turned off the radio, put away the antenna, and stuffed the removed ceiling piece back.

The leader's instructions were very simple.

After cleaning up the few drops of rain on the floor, he returned to the second floor and lay down in the bedroom, closing his eyes to brew sleepiness.