Chapter 618

Wang Yan didn't know that Wang Wang Manchun hadn't left. In fact, he thought Wang Wang Manchun should wait a few more days, and then deliver herself to the door again. Even if he had already slept with her, he could still pull her. But if he knew that Wang Wang Manchun was at odds with him and was pestering him, he still wouldn't return. A little wild horse always needs to be aired out. He couldn't let her be too self-righteous. There were so many women with beautiful looks and good figures; who did she think she was?

Qi Si skillfully coasted in neutral, steadily parked the car at the entrance of the garden villa, and looking at the brightly lit appearance, he looked back and said: "Brother Yan, there is someone at home."

"Who do you say it is?"

"Does that even need to be said? It must be that slutty woman you brought back the day before yesterday." Qi Si curled his lips: "Brother Yan, I won't be an eyesore at home, right? That woman can shout too much; I can't even rest well."

"So you plan to go find Stone?"

Qi Si touched the back of his head awkwardly and giggled: "I have nowhere else to go..."

"You are currently at the age of growing your body; you must know restraint, otherwise you won't grow tall in the future. If you don't grow tall, your legs will be short, and you won't be able to take steps when you are being chased and fleeing for your life. If that day really comes, don't say I didn't remind you."

Wang Yan rubbed Qi Si's head, opened the car door, and got out: "Get lost."

Qi Si didn't care about that much, giggled, and skillfully shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator to leave. He didn't lie, because he had experienced what a man should experience. He slept at home for a day the day before yesterday, and when Wang Yan brought that slutty woman back at night, it was like artillery fire. The second floor had a high ceiling, and he slept on the first floor. Originally, the soundproofing of the house was not bad, but that woman's voice was too penetrating, which made him very irritable. But on the other hand, he also admired the ability of the good big brother who gave him care and let him grow up. He felt inferior because he shivered after not lasting long...

Watching Qi Si drive away and disappear, Wang Yan opened the front door and went in. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Wang Wang Manchun on the sofa in the living room, wearing a dark red patterned cheongsam, combing the hairstyle of a socialite of this era, with her legs together and curled to the side behind her buttocks, covered with a thin blanket, staring at him with a pair of large, resentful eyes.

Her fiery red lips parted slightly, expressing her dissatisfaction: "Big Detective Wang, it's really not easy; you still know how to go home."

Wang Yan poured a glass of plain water, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and looked at her with a smile: "The tone of your voice is like a resentful wife. You don't really think of yourself as Mrs. Wang, do you? Everyone is a child of the rivers and lakes; you are going too far like this."

Wang Wang Manchun rolled her eyes: "I'm just relatively satisfied with your ability as a man."

"Thanks, every woman says that. Otherwise, why do you think I'm so popular with women in Shanghai?" Wang Yan took a sip of water, sat over, and pulled Wang Wang Manchun into his arms: "You haven't left these two days?"

"Let's talk about it. We've slept twice already, so we can be considered acquaintances. What exactly do you want to do by delivering yourself to the door? If I can handle it, I will; if I can't, don't blame me either."

Wang Wang Manchun's throat was a bit hoarse, her tone full of exhaustion, and she hummed: "Who do you say sent me?"

"The Japanese!" Without her asking why he was so certain, Wang Yan explained: "I don't know what the Japanese saw in me; they seem very persistent about controlling me. I told you before that they caught my nanny's son and threatened her to monitor me, installed eavesdropping equipment in my home, and eavesdropped nearby in the unoccupied house next door. It was discovered by my driver, and their plan couldn't continue to be executed, so it's very normal for them to know that I am greedy for money and lust and to cater to my preferences. So are you Chinese or Japanese?"

"I am the eldest daughter of the second branch of the Wang family. My name is Wang Wang Manchun. It's cheap for you, this bastard."

"I can hear a resentment from your words. What is the eldest daughter of the second branch of the Wang family? The second branch is the second branch, and the eldest daughter is the eldest daughter. And it's cheap for me; you don't have a count of who it was cheap for before?"

Wang Wang Manchun gave a cold snort: "Do you know what happened to the men who took advantage of me before? They are all dead; I pulled the trigger myself."

"You think I'll be afraid?" Wang Yan exerted force on his hand until the woman was about to get angry, then he let go: "Before the Battle of Songhu, the Wang family was already flirting with the Japanese. During the war, they even cheered for the Japanese, donating money and materials. The head of the Wang family, Wang Fuqu, even became a representative of Sino-Japanese friendship, working in the government supported by the Japanese. Who sent you? The Japanese Consulate, the Japanese military, or the Special Higher Education Division?"

"I was assigned by Nantian Yangzi, Section Chief of the Shanghai Special Higher Education Division, to establish an intimate relationship with you."

"Understood, a beauty trap. Let you disturb my mind and take the opportunity to extract intelligence about the Municipal Council from me. Being so open and honest with me, Nantian Yangzi is very confident, and you are also very confident."

Wang Wang Manchun reached out and stroked Wang Yan's face: "Then have you fallen for the trap?"

"It's alright, after all, you are a pampered daughter of a rich family; the feeling is still quite good. But seriously, the Wang family can be glorious until now; the work of the Military Statistics Bureau and the Red Party is very derelict."

"Humph, just waiting for them to come. As long as we catch one living person, we can wipe out their whole nest."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, turning to say: "I think you might have wasted your efforts. When that Cunben Yilang from the Special Higher Education Division looked for me before, he also wanted me to hand over the intelligence of the Municipal Council to them. Now you have been sent to deliver yourself to the door to use a beauty trap, but I really don't know any confidential intelligence about the Municipal Council. It's been so long; you should also be clear. I'm just making money for the French. If it's not necessary, I don't even meet with the French; I play my own game.

The principle that those who are not of my race must have a different heart is not only understood by the Chinese; the French also don't trust me. If it weren't for the fact that I've been steady in doing things all these years, the money I've made for them hasn't been less, and they've saved effort, I wouldn't have been able to be so carefree now. Yesterday afternoon, the Chinese detective Kang Haibo of the Avenue Joffre Police Station was sanctioned by the Military Statistics Bureau, and the six people protecting him all died. Oh my, it's miserable; their bodies were full of bullet holes, and it was done with submachine guns. I felt a chill down my spine when I saw it. If it weren't for my caution all these years, offending no one, sooner or later someone would have to give me two bursts."

"Isn't your courage very big? Why are you like a mouse when it comes to this time?"

"I am greedy for money and lust, and I won't lose my head. But whether it's relying on the Japanese, relying on the Military Statistics Bureau, or the Red Party, it's all life-threatening. Whoever can manage me, I work for them. This is the reason I can live until today. So don't waste your efforts; I really have no intelligence to tell you. If you are really unwilling, how about this: I'll give you ten thousand US dollars. This money is not small; it's enough for me to spend a year having fun. Don't be too greedy."

Wang Wang Manchun gave Wang Yan a slap in a bad mood: "What do you take me for? Those slutty women who come out to make money?"

"I'd rather you be out to make money, but unfortunately, you're here for my life."

"Then you really don't take your own life seriously. You want to dismiss me with ten thousand US dollars?" Wang Wang Manchun giggled: "Don't worry, at first I really thought about extracting intelligence from you, but I found that you don't care about that intelligence, and I couldn't get any useful news from your mouth. So now it's just simply maintaining an intimate relationship with you. Who told you to be so able to toss, and toss in a way that makes people like it so much."

"Is this 'slept into submission'?"

"Hateful..." Wang Wang Manchun coquettishly scolded, unyielding, pounding Wang Yan's strong chest with her pink fists.

Wang Yan didn't believe a word of Wang Wang Manchun's words, of course, except for "able to toss," after all, this was his skill in walking the rivers and lakes. As for what Wang Wang Manchun said about simply maintaining an intimate relationship, it was basically farting. This woman wouldn't let go of the idea of extracting intelligence from him, just seeing when it would be. This, of course, could be utilized. In addition, there was no rule that only beauty traps could be used, and hard male traps couldn't. There was no reason why only Wang Wang Manchun could extract intelligence from him, and he couldn't obtain some news from Wang Wang Manchun.

Two people with ghosts in their hearts formed an intimate and friendly relationship on the bed. Both sides agreed that when there was nothing to do, they would come out to practice, letting this relationship be preserved over time.

With Kang Haibo dead, Liu Yitong was not inferior in seniority or strength. Without any doubt, he was promoted to detective at lightning speed without any accidents. He invited Wang Yan to attend the celebration banquet he held. At the banquet, he laughed very loudly and was indeed very glorious.

In the entire French Concession with a population of nearly a million, there were only forty-some Chinese detectives. The status of the Avenue Joffre Police Station was second only to the Central Police Station. As a detective with real power, Liu Yitong leaped to become a celebrity in Shanghai. Following that was a massive amount of money, as well as the trouble he had to face in the current situation.

For the Japanese, Liu Yitong learned from Wang Yan, upholding the principle of neither offending nor doing things. In this regard, he planned to keep consistent with Wang Yan, because he felt that Wang Yan was more of a thief than him and would definitely not let himself fall into a dangerous place.

At this time, a week had passed. This day was auspicious, suitable for moving and breaking ground.

Early in the morning, the garden villa was busy. Many young people in short, sturdy clothes moved things in and out of the trucks parked on the road. Wang Yan directed them in the house, asking them to be careful with their movements.

Because the decoration and furnishings of the new house were very good, and he didn't have the habit of not using things others had used, he only packed those books, clothes, and the money and weapons and ammunition in the secret compartments. He didn't move the rest of the things. After moving there and living in, he could buy them if needed. Anyway, he was not short of money, nor was he short of channels to buy things.

By seven o'clock, everyone got in the car and set off, going to the westernmost section of Julai Road. There were many large manors here. Those who lived there were either foreigners or rich merchants, really not rich or expensive.

At this moment, the sign at the gate of the house had been changed to "Wang Mansion" written by Wang Yan himself. The gate was opened by the person guarding the gatehouse, and the car drove in directly without any obstruction, parking in front of two buildings with pointed roofs.

The little hoodlums who did the work, under Wang Yan's direction, moved all the things they brought to the third floor.

The area of a single floor of this house was much larger than the previous garden villa. The original Boss Zhang also had ideas. The entire third floor, apart from a large bedroom and a bathroom, was a large study. And apart from this study, there was a study of considerable area on the first floor, used as a place for meeting guests. The main activities on weekdays were still on the third floor.

The particularity of this era determined that people had no sense of security, and the consequence of having no sense of security was that people uniformly placed safes in their homes and set up secret mechanisms to hide money and secrets.

There was no exception here. After the subordinates moved the things and left, Wang Yan packed all the clothes, picked up the vase in the corner on the antique shelf behind a large yellow rosewood table in the study, and pressed an area that looked flat and had no abnormalities inside. With a slight mechanical transmission sound, the antique shelf retracted.

Wang Yan pushed the antique shelf in completely, revealing a space that could allow people to pass through. Passing through the thick wall, it was a closed, lightless small space. The mechanism was designed very cleverly, connecting to the light switch inside. Under the illumination of the light, several empty purple sandalwood shelves stood, and there was also a large safe. It was much, much larger than his two secret compartments.

A safe in a secret room is like cotton pants in leather pants; there must be a reason. From this, it can be seen that the previous Boss Zhang was not simple. Or else, the old guy was scared and had sequelae, suspicious and always uneasy. But without a doubt, a successful businessman, no matter what, always had a mind that could pass, so the possibility of having problems was greater.

Regarding the secret room, especially the secret room passed down from others' hands, Wang Yan didn't believe it. He still believed more in his own two-cubic-meter space. So he just tossed and moved those money, as well as weapons and ammunition, in and put them away.

Then he closed the secret room and opened the box containing books, among the several large books he placed later. Just at this time, Qi Si ran up: "Brother Yan, the eldest daughter of the Ming family next door sent a gift, a coral ornament, which is quite good-looking."

"Let the person who came pass the word: many thanks to the eldest daughter of the Ming family for her kindness. Everyone will be neighbors in the future; if there is anything, you can come to find me."

Qi Si responded and went downstairs to be his mouthpiece. He was very satisfied now. He used to sleep under the bridge, sleep in the shed, and had nowhere to sleep. Now he followed and slept in the manor. His room was not small, and the bed was very soft. The breath was full of the smell of sunshine, very beautiful.

Ming Jing's matter was actually not easy to handle. Because she was a red capitalist, and she herself had not undergone professional training, looking at the whole play, she could be said to have no quality at all. Everything she did was dangerous, either providing safes for the Shanghai underground organization, or looking for explosives, or participating in funding red activities, all of which were life-threatening things. Wang Yan couldn't organize her to shine and heat, so he couldn't control her safety.

But the good news was that at least before 1940, she was safe. How to do it in the later stage could only be adapted to circumstances. Wang Yan was more inclined to get Ming Jing to do things in the Soviet area; that place was much safer. But it also depended on how it developed. He wouldn't have too much involvement with the Ming family, just pay attention occasionally.

Those who sent him gifts were not just the Ming family. Several families around, and even the arrogant foreigners, sent congratulatory gifts for moving. These people lived in the French Concession and also had more or less business operations in the French Concession. They were very respectful to Wang Yan, a Chinese detective at the forefront. If they could make friends, they would make friends; they didn't know when they would beg.

For these people, Wang Yan's reply was no different from the Ming family, all of which were set phrases. No way, everyone might have met a few times before, but they were not familiar. Now, although they lived close, they didn't mix in a circle, so basically it was difficult to have any interaction. People sending things was polite, and his reply that seemed very particular was the same.

Soon, it was noon. Wang Yan also packed up his pile of things and was in the dining room on the first floor, with Shi Changxing and Qi Si, eating the food they cooked under the uneasy gaze of an old couple who were supporting each other on the side.

Although Qi Si was a wild boy, he was kind-hearted. Looking at the nervous appearance of the old couple, he stole a glance at Wang Yan, smacked his lips and said: "I think it's quite delicious, the taste is not bad, right, Brother Yan?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "This one is salty, that one is bland, you say the taste is not bad?"

Although this old couple had come long ago, this was the first time he ate the food cooked by this old couple. It was mainly because he basically hadn't come here before, just taking a look at how it was tidied up, until moving in today, it could be considered a proper start of cooking.

Qi Si smiled awkwardly, but took a big bite of rice and stuffed his mouth to respond. Shi Changxing sighed and said: "No way, Brother Yan, the craftsmanship is indeed a bit poor, but this old couple is reassuring; there will definitely not be the previous things."

"Alright, anyway, I and A-Si can't eat a few times a year, it's just bitter for other brothers protected at home." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, looking at the old couple in front of him: "I don't eat people, why are you so afraid? Even if the food is not delicious, I won't drive you away, and I still need you to tidy up the house and do housework. Don't worry, there is plenty of work. Alright, Uncle Zhao, Aunt Liang, you go eat too."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang." The old couple thanked him busily, turned around and went into the kitchen to eat...

"After eating, you go get busy; I don't need you here."

"Then I'd better leave now; this food is really not very good." Shi Changxing put down his bowl and chopsticks decisively: "Brother Yan, or should I go to the restaurant and have someone send it back for you?"

"No need, just a meal, it's no big deal, and it's not like I can't deal with it, go."

"Alright." Shi Changxing ran to drink a big mouthful of plain water, giggled and went out to drive away, really hard to eat...

Qi Si held the big bowl and asked: "Brother Yan, why do you eat so fragrantly?"

"Think I'm so luxurious, I must not be able to eat such hard-to-eat food? Tell you, kid, before I got ahead, my family was not very good. You know my parents; they are people of the Red Party, saving the broad working masses, and they have no time to discipline me, their own son. Otherwise, how do you think I didn't learn well and worshipped the incense hall of that old thing Lin Hongyuan? I also lived a bitter life, can't eat the rice? But if you want to talk about it, it's still not as bitter as you. Do you still remember the appearance of your parents now?"

"I forgot long ago, the family is poor, and no photos or anything were left. But last night I dreamed of them, although I still can't see their faces clearly, I can feel that they are smiling at me..."

Qi Si's eyes flashed with tears, buried in the big bowl and eating the hard-to-eat food hard, he lived a good life...