Chapter 649: Gossip-Mouthed Wang Tianfeng

The Shanghai Bund during the day is indeed a city of dreams. It is prosperous, beautiful, accommodates the dreams of ambitious people, carries the wild hopes of invaders, and provides a chance for little beggars to dream. Although dreams are whimsical, if you haven't seen them, it's hard to imagine, just like what the old farmer in the field thought: the Emperor must use a golden hoe to farm. The dreams provided here are more concrete.

Even in very hot weather, the road is full of people, very lively. There are workers working, homeless people and beggars hiding from the shade, women meeting for tea and shopping, and men sitting together to plot and discuss things.

Cars on the street honk their horns from time to time to urge pedestrians in front to move aside. Cars are very expensive, and people who sit in cars have status, so they don't care what the people bothered by the horns think. Trams pass by one after another, and there are always many people swarming on and off at the stops.

At the stop at the intersection of Jin Shenfu Road and Avenue Joffre, Yu Manli, who had taught Chinese to primary school children all morning, was wearing a dark red tight-fitting cheongsam, stepping on a pair of black small leather shoes with small square heels, carrying an exquisite brown leather bag, and got off the tram quite gracefully.

Ignoring the not-so-good looks of some men, she turned and walked along the road, looking at the shops on both sides of the road from time to time, until she stopped at the door of a shop with the sign "He's Tailor Shop," and walked in very naturally.

Amidst the shop assistant's greeting, Yu Manli scanned the fabrics and ready-to-wear clothes hanging in the room, grabbed a few pieces of clothing to feel the fabric, and asked: "Do you have any new good fabrics? I want to order a new cheongsam."

The assistant asked: "What color does the young lady like?"

"Cyan, the weather is too hot, I want something more breathable."

"Sorry, young lady, there is no new cyan fabric, but there is white. You can make a white dress, which fits your temperament and is cool to wear."

"Let me see first. Where is it?"

"Our boss is in the back, and there are also some patterns. You can take a look and choose the style. Young lady, please this way."

Yu Manli followed the assistant to the back and saw Wang Tianfeng standing there with his hands behind his back, pretending to be an expert.

After hearing the sound of the door closing when the assistant left, Wang Tianfeng turned back to look at Yu Manli, who was a bit tired but had a rosy face, looked her up and down for a long time, and then nodded and asked: "How is it?"

"The name is not in vain. He is indeed cunning, has strong insight, and is meticulous. He is worthy of being a Chinese detective who made his name by cracking cases. However, he is also really lustful, even to the point of being 'lustful and fearless of death.' Yesterday at the Paramount, when I approached him according to the method you taught me, he felt something was wrong when we were drinking. Later, when we were dancing, he touched my body and hands, judging that I had undergone special training, and suspected my purpose in approaching him. But even under such circumstances, he still brought me back to the Wang Mansion, not afraid at all that I was there to assassinate him."

"In addition, his body is very good, his strength is very strong, not as thin and weak as he looks. And in the morning, I saw him practicing martial arts on the grass. It was very natural and aggressive. Combined with his record of fighting with knives on the street when he debuted, his combat ability is definitely very strong. Considering his caution, he might have even held back when he was young, not showing such strength, just to have a chance to counterattack and survive when he offended people and was hunted down."

"He doesn't reject you sending me over, and even urged me to hide my tracks carefully and not contact you easily. He knows we have inserted people under his hand. I didn't dare to ask, not sure if it was the police station or Yonghua Industrial, but he had a calm, confident look, as if everything was under control. I think he might have already locked onto specific people, and more than one."

"Also, there is one more thing. He said that Du Yong was assassinated in Hong Kong at noon yesterday, and Du Yong made a fuss and incited those people in Qinglian to go against him. He said it was done by the Japanese, and even asked me to tell you: why don't you kill the traitors who attended the Japanese banquet a while ago? He said he would supply us with a batch of medicine at cost price, saying he didn't have the guts to resist Japan, so consider it a consolation for our people."

Hearing Yu Manli finish the situation, Wang Tianfeng laughed out loud: "He is feeling the pressure from the Japanese and is forced to have no way out, wanting us to take action to divert the Japanese's energy so he can have a few days of peace. Not bad, it's a good deal. The value of medicine is now doubling, especially anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs, which are in short supply. Our soldiers on the front line are suffering, all biting wooden sticks to have limbs amputated, sigh..."

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Thinking of the tragic situation of the soldiers today, he was silent for a long time before asking: "Anything else? For example, some details. His unintentional words, his little actions, think carefully again."

"Nothing else, right? He is so cautious that he wants to turn every word in his brain three times. Basically, there are no unintentional words... No!"

Yu Manli, who was lost in memory, stopped suddenly, facing Wang Tianfeng's probing eyes, and said: "Before going to sleep last night, he suddenly asked whose person I was. He guessed Japanese, guessed Kuomintang, but just didn't guess Red Party. I asked him why, and he shook his head and smiled at the time, saying 'The Red Party can't do this kind of thing; they have discipline.' This shows that he knows a lot about the Red Party and doesn't reject them."

"You still haven't familiarized yourself with his information. Go back and read it carefully." Wang Tianfeng shook his head: "He studied since he was a child, had excellent academic performance, and later went to a foreign-funded school to study. He also studied well. It's just that later he couldn't stand those teachers talking about big principles, so he took a knife and mixed on the street. But he didn't stop self-studying. He is proficient in English, French, Japanese, Russian, and other languages, and has read countless books. I heard he has several bookshelves of Chinese and foreign books in his study."

"Although the Red Party's strength is not good, their ability to woo workers and students and 'redden' capitalists and scholars is very strong. Several years ago, we contacted Wang Yan. How could the Red Party not woo him? With his photographic memory, how could he not understand the Red Party's ideology? Moreover, his position is high, his connections are wide, and his paths are wild. I don't know what he knows. Just relying on these is not enough to determine that his heart is toward the Red Party."

"You have been in Shanghai for more than half a month. It's impossible not to know that because of doing research and opening factories, Wang Yan has become a joke in Shanghai. Those scholars who do research are all great scholars. Our people have contacted them at close range, and a considerable number of them have signs of being 'reddened.' Wang Yan is still openly doing research with them all day long. We don't care, but do you think the Japanese don't pay attention? Even those scholars who help Wang Yan do research have been bought by the Japanese. If Wang Yan had a problem, no matter how high his position is or how important he is, the Japanese would kill him the first time."

"What is the result? It is that Wang Yan has started business with the Consulate, and even some high-ranking officials of the Japanese Army and Navy, selling Japanese goods to the Nationalist-controlled areas and the Soviet areas on a large scale. Although the packaging has been changed, people from all sides know it well. I heard that Wang Yan also got involved with Iwai Eiichi and is very close. Look at who has stood up to find trouble with Wang Yan? He does a good job on the surface, and stands firm on the inside. What do you think he relies on to be 'three-no-leaning'? It's because in the eyes of the three parties, he is a person with no secrets, understands trade-offs, and knows when to advance and retreat. Anyone can be Red Party, but he is impossible."

"It's you, who once attended school for a few years, and now you are a Chinese teacher. In the future, your social circle will definitely be mostly intellectuals with the same identity. You should be careful about being 'reddened' in the future. The Red Party is good at telling stories. You might hear people who are more miserable than your experience in their mouths, and they attribute the various problems of today's society to these people. Who is in charge of China today? It's the Party-State, it's the Generalissimo. These people talk about their 'Great Harmony' ideals and belittle the Party-State as nothing. Don't let me down..."

Yu Manli just nodded and didn't say anything more. She didn't like to talk much to Wang Tianfeng.

"The dance hostesses in Shanghai all say Wang Yan is good in bed, and also say he is the most generous. You have experienced it personally. Tell me, how long did you linger? And how much money did he give you?"

Watching Yu Manli pursing her lips and not wanting to speak, glaring at him, Wang Tianfeng sneered, suddenly widened his eyes, and roared in a low voice: "Do you think you are a virgin? What are you pretending to be pure with me? Know your identity. You are on a mission, not really falling in love. The superior is asking you a question. Answer whatever you are asked! Answer me!"

Yu Manli shuddered, clenched her fists, and stared at Wang Tianfeng. She wanted to stare Wang Tianfeng to death, but unfortunately, Wang Tianfeng's dead-fish eyes were too oppressive, and she finally lost. With a dejected sigh, she really had nothing to be reserved about, so she resignedly opened her mouth: "Nearly three hours, gave 1,000 US dollars."

"No wonder you said his body is good and his strength is great..."

"Chief, anything else?"

Wang Tianfeng waved his hand uninterestingly: "Go make some clothes. You approached him for money. Now that you have money, you have to spend it hard. Not only do you have to make clothes, but you also have to go to high-end restaurants to eat and buy Western cosmetics. What a socialite in Shanghai looks like, you have to become like that, but you can't be so vulgar, because you are a knowledgeable and educated teacher. Grasp this degree yourself; don't make it neither fish nor fowl, like a prostitute in a brothel."

Yu Manli let out a long breath, glared at Wang Tianfeng, snorted coldly, turned around, opened the door, and walked out. He always picked at her shortcomings to stimulate her. Although Wang Tianfeng was her savior, she couldn't stand being stimulated like this. The little gratitude she had was stimulated away. She was seeking death, but was forced to be released, went through a tiring special agent training, and was sent to the side of the Green Gang tycoon in Shanghai to be a contact tool. No matter how shameless or cheap she was, she still needed some dignity, but Wang Tianfeng never gave it to her.

Wang Tianfeng also let out a long breath. Although he didn't love women very much, that was three hours...

The three-hour Wang Yan didn't know that Wang Tianfeng was so gossipy. He sat in his usual Huaiyang restaurant, facing a table of various delicacies, eating and drinking elegantly: "How about it, Old Liu, Feng Nairong and the others have calmed down, right?"

Liu Yitong, who was sitting with Qi Si opposite, smiled: "Your gun, Detective Wang, was pointed at the head of the old senior Du Yong. Who would dare to toss? Du Yong sent a telegram overnight. It's not clear what exactly was said, but when I met them in the morning, they were very polite. However, they also said that they still hope everyone maintains the current stable situation, maintains the unity of Qinglian, and everyone pulls together to make a fortune. If you ask me, it's all on the surface; they are all unconvinced in their hearts."

Wang Yan also shook his head and laughed: "These old guys are all smart and afraid of death. I just don't understand, Old Liu. You say, since the establishment of Qinglian, it's been more than a month, right? Besides appointing the accountant, investigating the background of the employees, and deciding on the headquarters building and the construction and decoration of the Gold Building, what else have I done to damage the current stable situation and destroy the harmony of Qinglian?"

"On the contrary, look at them. That old thing Du Yong ran to Hong Kong to beg for food, and still listens to Du Yong's command. One by one, they find trouble with me, checking accounts, interfering in the construction of the headquarters building and the Gold Building, making many comments, and wanting to negotiate with me about specific bank management systems, restricting my power as chairman. The people below are also restless, killing, robbing, and stealing in my jurisdiction, and even someone ran to the North Station warehouse to find trouble, and even pretended to be the Green Gang on the Japanese side.

Now look, Du Yong was scared by me, and they reacted. One by one, they were afraid of death, so they became harmonious. What kind of stuff is this? And they still scold me for being greedy for money, lustful, and afraid of death every day. The older they get, the less useful they are. They've lived half their lives in vain. You're right; they must be unconvinced. I estimate Du Yong has come up with another trick to let them deal with me."

"Then we must be careful. Don't capsize in the gutter at this time. It wasn't easy to seize the opportunity to establish Qinglian and tie these people together. If there is any change and Qinglian splits, the one who suffers in the end will still be us."

Liu Yitong was a bit worried. His brain hurt when he thought of Wang Yan's situation, dealing with people from the Japanese, Kuomintang, and Red Party, and also dealing with the trouble in Qinglian. But Wang Yan was still eating, drinking, and playing with women all day long. Oh, the woman was also arranged by the Japanese. Under such circumstances, he could still do research with that group of people from Datong University and build factories all day long. He was really convinced. If it were him, he would have died long ago.

"Still the same saying: as long as the Japanese haven't found someone who can command those Green Gang members who defected, they have to have a limit to their trouble; otherwise, if I die, they will all have to be buried with me. On this point, we are already in an invincible position. As for what tricks that old thing Du Yong has..."

Wang Yan pondered for a moment, took a sip of wine, and said: "Like this, tomorrow you take the accountant to find them again. On the grounds that the purchase of the headquarters building, the construction of the Gold Building, and the decoration of both are very expensive, the bank's business is developing slowly, and the exchange business between major cities and other banks is delayed and cannot be expanded, ask them to increase capital. I will take the lead in putting up 50,000 US dollars and ask them to put up money according to the proportion. If they don't, the shares will be diluted according to the proportion. Let's test their reaction first. Do you have money? If not, I'll help you pay for it, or I'll buy part of the shares in your hands and let you hold them on your behalf."

"No need. If I don't even have this bit of money, wouldn't I have lived in vain?" Liu Yitong shook his head, looked up at Wang Yan's expression, and asked: "Are you planning to take action?"

"Of course not. It's just using this excuse to tie them deeper to Qinglian. Before, I put up 100,000 and they put up 8 million. So this time, if they don't want to be out, or if they want to redistribute the shares themselves and want to fight against me, I put up 50,000, and they have to put up 4 million. With 12 million in cash smashed out, I don't believe how much family property they can have left. They can't run even if they want to. Then see what their response is, and then, just like what I said to you in the car, 'dull knife cutting meat,' we hide in the back and swallow them all. The advantage is with me; I don't believe they can turn the sky."

Du Yong is definitely pretending to be submissive on the surface; this is certain. Wang Yan knows this very well. Because Du Yong can die, anyone can kill him, but he just can't die in his hands. If he really killed Du Yong, undoubtedly, he would have to break with the Kuomintang, which is not easy to settle. Du Yong, who is being threatened, naturally knows this even better. However, there is a limit to this. Du Yong will grasp it himself. Otherwise, if he is forced into a corner and really defects to the Japanese, just in terms of current value, the impact on the situation is not enough for Du Yong to pay with ten lives. And if he really defects to the Japanese, the first one he wants to kill must be Du Yong. "If you don't let me live well, then no one will live well."

So Wang Yan is already in an invincible position; it's just a question of earning more or less. He is not afraid of anything, just "soldiers come to block, water comes to cover." The situation seems chaotic, but the problem is not big, and he is still at ease.

"Okay, I'll go talk to them tomorrow morning." Liu Yitong nodded vigorously: "What if they don't pay? Just like you said, the dilution, the extra shares will definitely be given to others."

"Since the shares are small, it means the family foundation is not thick, the ability is not great, and the presence is not strong. As the saying goes, 'pick the soft persimmon to pinch.' Of course, we start with these people. After handling the easy ones, we will gnaw on the remaining hard bones that are unconvinced. However, you have to pay attention; some of them must have been bought by the Japanese. Be careful."

"Rest assured, I understand."

The two clinked glasses and took a sip of wine, and the topic shifted to the trivial matters of the police station and the family of Liu Yitong, who was a married man. Liu Yitong's wife gave birth to a son for him. His reputation outside was that of a housekeeper who managed her husband very strictly. Liu Yitong became a person who was afraid of his wife. Besides dealing with human relations, he ate, drank, and gambled, but didn't visit prostitutes. He returned home every night, which was a proper good man.

Talking one sentence after another, and with Qi Si, the half-grown boy, occasionally interjecting, it was quite happy... ===== CHAPTER 650 =====