Chapter 622: The Correct Decision

Living in such an era, having joined such a Red Party, engaged in such work, and facing such a group of firm communist fighters who truly fought for the ideals in their hearts and to protect their homes and country.

Even though Wang Yan had experienced nearly a thousand years of long time and had grown to the point of being almost indifferent to everything, clearly, this kind of national hatred and family enmity, national righteousness, and the greatness forged in flesh and blood and fire were not among them.

And he also had a very strong ability to empathize, which was also the reason why he could always keep the agitation in his heart. It was precisely because of this, with his temperament, that he could not help but worry about what was about to happen.

This was the trendy attire of the celebrities in the Shanghai Bund. If one had to divide them into factions, a player like him belonged to the "New Money." As for those celebrities who had been famous for many years and were a bit older, they wore either long gowns or Tang suits, stepped on leather shoes or cloth shoes; anyway, they rarely wore Western suits, and they would add a cane. Wherever they went, they would sit down like a general, cane in hand, which had quite a feeling, belonging to the "Old Money." As for the rest, those who were a few years younger than Wang Yan's generation, they were all in Western suits and leather shoes, not even wearing a long gown.

It was precisely in such worry that Wang Yan spent three days and two nights gracefully. After meeting Lu Boda, he contacted Chongqing that night; this was a necessary procedure. And in these few days, he listened to the radio at noon every day and did not receive any news of looking for someone, which made him even more worried. Because there was no change in the middle, there were only two choices: either do as he said, or continue according to the original plan.

At this time, there were only two days and three nights left until the collective execution time provided by the comrade lurking inside the Japanese special agents. There were only two days and two nights left until the action time proposed by Wang Yan. And the layout and printing of the newspaper were in the afternoon of the previous day, which meant that there was only more than one day left until the organization finally made a decision and notified him.

No one could understand the urgency in Wang Yan's heart, but someone could relieve it.

Just this afternoon, Wang Yan was exercising his power, taking money to do things, and personally came to release two wealthy young masters who had been smoked silly by opium and had come out to show off and cause trouble, caught by Fang Yuantu. He was sitting in the office thinking about what delicious food to eat in the evening and where to go to have fun, when the phone on the table rang.

He picked up the phone, said "hello," listened for two sentences, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you say next week?"

"Fine, it's just mealtime, I haven't eaten yet. What do you want to eat?"

"Then listen to me. There is a Haiyue Restaurant on Pétain Road. The Cantonese cuisine is very flavorful. Let's go there."

The places he frequented were just those few: the police station, the warehouse, and home. If someone wanted to find him, they only needed to call these three places one by one. Even if he wasn't there, letting someone notify him would definitely find him. In the French Concession, Chief Wang's whereabouts were never a secret.

Hanging up the phone, Wang Yan stood up and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror standing by the cabinet. He was still in that outfit: long gown on the outside, Western trousers and leather shoes, precious watch, antique thumb ring, paired with a slicked-back hairstyle, occasionally adding fashionable sunglasses, and a black top hat on his head.

This was the trendy attire of the Shanghai socialites. If one had to categorize it, a player like him belonged to the "New Money." As for those socialites who had been famous for many years and were of a certain age, they wore either long gowns or Tang suits, stepped in leather or cloth shoes—rarely wearing Western suits—and carried walking sticks. Wherever they went, they would sit with a grand, imposing air, planting their sticks firmly, which had quite a distinct feel; they belonged to the "Old Money." As for the rest, those a few years younger than Wang Yan's generation, they were all dressed in Western suits and leather shoes, not even bothering to put on a long gown.

Wang Yan went downstairs, called Qi Si, who was bragging and farting with people in the First Team office, got into the car, and gave instructions on the destination. Qi Si shifted gears and drove. Wang Yan sat in the back row, watching the movement outside the window. Still the same sentence, there were no secrets in his eyes; there was no need to find someone to investigate, just walking by like this every day, he could see many things. For example, at this moment, the car was driving on Fuxu Road. Beside the road, there was a bookstore. A man wearing a long gown and glasses, looking a bit like a scholar, was very naturally looking around at the situation while chasing a slender woman with his gaze. When his gaze collided with others, he gave a slightly embarrassed awkward smile and then entered the bookstore.

He had seen this man twice before, and he had passed by this bookstore several times. He had seen no fewer than four suspicious people. So undoubtedly, there must be a problem with this bookstore, and it was the Red Party's. Red Party people were different from Military Statistics Bureau people; they had different temperaments. Although they all tried their best to hide, those who had things on their minds and those who didn't, those who had principles and those who didn't, were ultimately different and couldn't escape Wang Yan's eyes.

"It's Wang Wang Manchun."

When they were about to reach the restaurant, Qi Si looked at the coquettish woman getting out of the car in the distance and couldn't help but curl his lips. He remembered the screams of this coquettish woman vividly. He also considered himself to have some experience; in this area, he really hadn't seen anyone scream more coquettishly than this woman. She was beautiful, and her figure was good. His big brother was blessed...

"Eat dinner by yourself. After I finish eating with her, send us to the original garden villa, and then you can do whatever you want. By the way, someone has been cleaning that house, right?"

"According to your instructions, once every three days."

Wang Yan gave an "en" and didn't speak again. When the car stopped steadily, he didn't need Qi Si to trot around to open the door for him, but got out of the car himself. Qi Si, this kid, didn't even get out of the car. After Wang Yan closed the door, he stepped on the gas and drove away. Although following his big brother, every day was delicacies and extravagance, he always had things he liked to eat. For example, in the middle of winter, a kind stall owner gave him a bowl of steaming small wontons.

Wang Wang Manchun had already seen Wang Yan. When he got close, she very naturally held his arm, and her big treasure rubbed against him fiercely to give an intimate greeting. Without much talk, the two of them entered the restaurant intimately just like that.

How could Chief Wang look at the menu when eating? Led by the restaurant manager who acted like a grandson, they arrived at the corner seat by the window. Afterward, the manager served tea and water diligently and retreated, trotting back to greet the waiters under him. The signature dishes were made from beginning to end, with the master chef personally cooking...

Wang Wang Manchun, in a *qipao*, sat on a comfortable chair, her buttocks pressing against her clothes, making the already tight clothes stretch even tighter, further highlighting her slender curves.

She drank tea, looked out the window, and then looked at Wang Yan, who was sitting exactly in the corner of the wall opposite her, and sneered: "Chief Wang really cherishes his life."

"Caution is the parent of safety. Although I ask myself that I have friends everywhere in the Shanghai Bund, it is impossible to be perfect in doing things. If I am good with these people, I might offend those people. Especially, you also know that I do business with fair prices, based on long-term cooperation, not seeking temporary exorbitant profits, allowing those who cooperate with me to have a lot of room to make money, and people on the same line to get rich together. This offended a group of merchants, and even some Japanese merchants; they all want me dead. Besides, if I were really shot dead by someone for no reason, could you sleep well at night?"

"Dead look, stinky man..." Wang Wang Manchun rolled her eyes, but turned to a long sigh: "You, you are only useful for this little bit."

"What's wrong? I saw your interest wasn't high just now. Didn't you say you were having your period and it would take a week? It's only been a few days, right? When I asked you on the phone, you were also vague. Did you encounter something and come to me to vent your anger?"

"It doesn't have anything to do with you even if I tell you now."

Wang Wang Manchun turned the cup containing hot tea irritably, sighed again, and opened her mouth to say: "The Special Higher Police Division hasn't had any work results for the past month, so Section Chief Nantian set a strategy of 'luring the snake out of the hole and catching the turtle in the jar.' They produced a list of a batch of die-hard elements from both parties to be executed, using a person lurking inside us. This person had destroyed our plans before and stolen some intelligence, so they used this traitor to pass on this collective execution list.

If successful, then we could destroy the Red Party's power in Shanghai in one fell swoop, and perhaps it would also involve the Military Statistics Bureau, because there were also high-level Nationalist Party personnel on the list. As a result, I don't know where the leak occurred. This afternoon, that traitor suddenly ran away, causing our plan to fall short of success. Section Chief Nantian was furious and is conducting an internal investigation."

"Nantian Yoko trusts you very much, letting you participate in such an operation? Now that something has happened, she hasn't investigated you yet?"

"Didn't I tell you? It was Section Chief Nantian who gave me a second life. Everything I know now was taught to me by her. She knows my loyalty to her. Do you think she can not trust me? However, normal investigation procedures exist, but they passed very quickly."

Wang Yan laughed and drank tea, still with that careless look as before: "Then is that list of yours true or false? Is there really this operation?"

"Of course it's fake. Those die-hard elements are all important figures. Although they have no value now that they have opened their mouths, their status is there. How could they be executed so easily?"

"Huo, this Nantian Yoko is really cunning. But the Red Party is even better. Now do you know why I don't dare to offend them? That is really life-threatening. I don't know how many are lurking among my subordinates. And I heard that the Red Party has a killer named Pei Min, whose reputation is very big and whose record is very fierce. The Red Party traitor who died in the Japanese nest a while ago was done by this Pei Min. Silently, he killed more than ten elites of the Special Higher Police Division, killed that Red Party traitor, and retreated unscathed. You say if such a ruthless person targeted me, how many heads do I have to be chopped off?"

"It's okay, it's not as fierce as rumored. The thing you mentioned was indeed done by Pei Min, but it wasn't more than ten people, but eight. His action ability is indeed fierce, and the rest is basically correct; it was indeed silent. The Red Party having such a figure really scared many people. Look at you, you don't touch the special agent line, and you've heard of Pei Min's big name. Those who do this line are even more afraid."

Wang Wang Manchun was amused by the rumored "more than ten people" and giggled. After laughing, she couldn't help but sigh again: "You, just don't offend anyone and protect your little life well. But don't say I didn't remind you, not offending anyone means offending everyone. People without a stance are often the ones who die the earliest."

"I understand this truth better than you. I don't have no stance; my current stance is the French. If one day the Japanese get ruthless and take the French Concession, then my stance will be the Japanese." Wang Yan moved the teacup on the table to the side: "The dishes are served, let's eat. Eat more. In a while, this stinky man who is only useful for that little bit will come in handy. You have to hold on."

She coquettishly scolded him and ate. Although the time was short, the feelings were long, the feelings were hard, and the feelings were comfortable. Don't say, although she still probed and probed occasionally, if Wang Yan were really killed by someone, she would really be reluctant, and she would really not sleep well. It was really a damned stinky man...

Immediately, the two of them faced the delicacies and delicious food piled up on the table, not to say they were eating heartily, but this chopstick and that chopstick, it was also fragrant. Especially when compared, even if they were all high-end restaurants, the craftsmanship now was a few notches better than a hundred years later.

Because the seasonings were not bad, and the ingredients were the same, but it was very obvious that these people made them more exquisite. It was just that in such a historical background, in such a metropolis of the Far East, and in the French Concession, which was still considered wealthy and safe, their abilities were clearly top-notch. This table of dishes, according to the system skill rating, the worst was at the level of four-star superior, and there were several signature dishes at five-star, absolutely gourmet food.

Wang Yan ate the dishes and drank wine leisurely. He had always been like this, but at this moment, his mood was actually very good.

Wang Wang Manchun's words had already revealed the news he wanted, which was that the organization had already started to implement the jailbreak rescue operation according to the plan he proposed. It also indicated that the Japanese had already abandoned the plan and relaxed. If it weren't for this, Wang Wang Manchun wouldn't have revealed the news to him. And the Japanese would never have thought that the Red Party would be crazy enough to go to their territory to break into jail.

Now it seems that this plan, if there are no other accidents, such as leaks, basically means that the rescue operation has already succeeded. After all, his personal action ability is there. When he told Lu Boda, he was already very low-key. In fact, if given enough time, he alone could kill those two hundred little Japanese soldiers guarding the prison. And now he is just the vanguard, with helpers to block reinforcements, he can calmly kill in and out of the prison.

On the other hand, from a utilitarian perspective, another stroke has been added to Wang Yan's book of merits. His proposal prevented the organization from carrying out a doomed rescue operation and saved the organization from major losses.

I believe that at this time, the comrades of the Shanghai underground party organization and the JS Provincial Committee who have received the news are collectively silent, sweating in fear. Because they were only one step away from being wiped out, it can be completely said that they just took a trip in front of the gate of hell and came back...

Of course, they are all engaged in revolution and are all for the people. Merit or not doesn't matter much. There is a saying that "the organization will not forget." What is important is the subsequent jailbreak rescue operation...

Wang Yan didn't think much more, concentrating on the food, and even more concentrating on the scorpion beauty in front of him. Being hypocritical and acting, this is also a task.

The two ate dinner while chatting, smoked and drank tea for a while, and left a full table of food. Accompanied by the restaurant owner who came to see them off, they went out intimately.

Qi Si had long been waiting outside, leaning against the car smoking boredly, staring at a group of well-informed little beggars across the street who appeared exactly where Chief Wang appeared.

Seeing the commotion of the little beggars, he flicked the half-smoked cigarette from his fingertips and trotted over to squeeze away the restaurant owner who was diligently grabbing the job of opening the door. After Wang Yan and Wang Wang Manchun got into the car, he closed the door and trotted back to the driver's seat, started the car, shifted gears, and left, not staying to watch the little beggars hopping and skipping as they got food... ===== CHAPTER 623 =====