Chapter 699: Bureau Chief

Having experienced the scene when the Japanese attacked the International Settlement before, Aige also thought that such a day would come. Although the Vichy government was a German puppet and the Japanese were allies with Germany, compared to this, Germany's interests in Europe were clearly greater than those in Asia. Not to mention that in China, the places occupied by Japan had already surrounded all the concessions in China. Especially after Japan declared war on Britain and the US, the British and American concessions had long been taken down; how could the French Concession, isolated in Shanghai, last long?

So when the Japanese knocked on his door, drove his whole family out, and concentrated them with other French people, he was prepared, but he still couldn't accept it for a while.

The place where they lived was not big; a family of four was squeezed into a room, and what they ate was not good things, and they were not even full. Compared to the previous life, this was truly two worlds.

While eating, he chattered about how it wasn't easy, looking at Wang Yan with emotion: "Wang, my friend, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to return to Falanxi. These damn Japanese monkeys are really not things."

Wang Yan sat opposite Aige, spitting out smoke with a smile: "Alright, you should be glad. When those people in the International Settlement were there before, it's not like you didn't see it; now your conditions are pretty good. Although it is also centralized management, it is better than really being caught in a concentration camp, right?"

Although the French Concession was taken down by the Japanese, because of the war, the shipping routes were not smooth, and the Japanese couldn't specifically get ships to send these people over, and Falanxi was currently unable to take care of itself, so it couldn't specifically get ships to pick these people up. And they couldn't let these people continue to enjoy themselves freely, so it became what it is now, having been locked up for several months.

Aige sighed and asked: "Have you heard any news? When can we leave this damn place?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "I don't know; you should just stay peacefully; anyway, you won't starve to death."

"I have so much money, and my winery in Falanxi, but now I have to live in a broken house here and eat pig food? Wang, you still have business dealings with Europe; why don't you discuss with the Japanese whether we can pay for a ship to go back ourselves?"

"Aige, if you really want to go back, I can't help others, but I can send your whole family back. But have you really thought it through? In Shanghai, you are an outsider, at most suffering some bitterness. But if you return to Falanxi, then you are an insider. Our old friend, Mr. Mitchell's situation is not very good."

Aige was silent for a long time, but his movements didn't stop, eating the good wine and food Wang Yan brought.

Wang Yan was really meaningful; he came to see Aige from time to time and regularly sent a lot of food and drink. It was also because of this that the fat Aige maintained his figure. Besides this, there were other high-ranking officials of the former French Concession, all of whom Wang Yan took care of.

Of course, it wasn't for nothing; their own industries, although many were taken by the Japanese, also had a part that fell into his hands; basically, the money he sent out was all earned back. This was not a good account to calculate; after all, Wang Yan had also cooperated with them, and he had indeed earned quite a lot from it...

"Then forget it." After deep thought, Aige finally said such a sentence timidly.

Actually, he also knew the situation in Falanxi; they were fighting quite fiercely. If he went back, he wouldn't have a position, and he would be afraid of air raids at home, being blown to pieces by bombs. Compared to this, it was pretty good now; he had food and drink sent by Wang Yan occasionally, and he didn't have to participate in the war. Anyway, the Japanese didn't dare to kill them, and no one else came to kill them, and he didn't have to worry about air raids.

The reason he always said he wanted to go back was just to talk and complain. Now that Wang Yan really wanted to send him back, he didn't want to go back.

Wang Yan clapped his hands with a smile: "Congratulations, Aige, you made the right choice."

Aige ate meat in big mouthfuls, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, and asked: "You are already a police chief, so why are you still so idle, having time to come and see my fun?"

"Do you think Mr. Von Uditt was very busy before? He wasn't as serious about work as you."

"That's different; after all, it hasn't been long since the takeover, and there are new rules for all kinds of affairs; aren't you, the police chief, supposed to be very busy?"

"Aige, did being locked up here for so long make you lose your brain? Before, under you French people, I was the leader of all Chinese police. Now that there are no French people, I am the one whose words count the most; my words are the rules. The Wang Zhaoming government can't control me, and the Japanese won't control me, as long as stability is guaranteed."

"Of course, I'm just bragging. Now the situation is chaotic, all kinds of monsters and ghosts are coming out; wanting stability is a pipe dream. Not to mention, there are also the two parties' agents fighting the Japanese to the death, and it's chaotic every day. You also know, I am the kind of person who doesn't like to interfere in those things; the Japanese are putting a lot of pressure on me."

The French Concession was taken back, the Eighth District was established, the Japanese were the fathers on top, the Wang puppet government, this grandson, was actually managing it, and at the same time, there were personnel sent by the Japanese to supervise.

Just as Wang Yan said, he was the biggest Chinese person in the French Concession, controlling all the Chinese police, with over a thousand gangsters under his command, and he was a businessman who was rich beyond measure; how could the change in concession rule bypass him?

In fact, as early as when the Japanese decided to take back the French Concession, he already knew the news, and his position as the Eighth District police chief and other matters had already been arranged beforehand.

The Eighth District police chief, only he could do it; others wouldn't work. This was not a multiple-choice question, but a mandatory choice. Unless he was killed, no one could control the situation of the original French Concession police station well.

Aige curled his lips: "In your Chinese words, this is getting cheap and acting like a good boy."

"Alright, I won't talk to you anymore; I'm not really that idle. You should just stay peacefully; I'll come to see you when I have time."

"Next time, have someone send me more food. And instant noodles, drinks; my two children like to eat them."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wang Yan stood up, patted Aige on the shoulder, and left this concentration camp that wasn't a concentration camp...

He took a car back to the original French Concession Central Police Station on Xuehuali Road, now the Eighth District General Bureau. Actually, Xuehuali Road was also renamed; now it was called Xichangxing Road. After all, it was a new government and a new atmosphere; besides, the road names of the original French Concession were all Westernized, and after belonging to the Wang puppet government, they were renamed one after another. Later on, Xichangxing Road would be renamed Jianguo Middle Road; it was probably the same principle.

Taking the position of the Eighth District police chief, Wang Yan didn't redeploy the office, but moved directly into the office that originally belonged to Uditt. After all, as a French aristocrat, Uditt's luxury level was beyond doubt, the place was big enough, and the feeling was pretty good, so he continued to use it here, inheriting the wine cabinet filled with famous wines and various crystal glasses of Uditt.

Arriving at the office, Wang Yan poured three glasses of wine; not long after, Liu Yitong and He Shaohong pushed the door and walked in.

As the saying goes, one person attains the Dao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. He Shaohong, who had been suppressed by Wang Yan the longest and was also the person who followed Wang Yan the longest, followed Wang Yan's promotion and inherited the position; this time he reached the position of Deputy Chief, and was also the Chief of the original Central Police Station, now the Central District Police Station.

Liu Yitong, who brought influence to defect, had helped before, and had been working for Wang Yan all these years, was also promoted to Deputy Chief. However, he didn't hold any other police station chief position; he was purely assisting Wang Yan in managing all the affairs of the General Bureau. His position was half a head higher than He Shaohong's, considered the second-in-command.

His ability to reach this position had a lot to do with his own identity as a Communist Party member. From previous analysis and speculation, later in the operation to rescue Song Xiwen, because he couldn't rescue directly and had to accompany the Japanese agents to act, the Communist Party gathered many people to pretend to fall into the trap. At that time, Wang Yan had a tea with him and clearly saw that he had a gunshot wound, which confirmed that he was a Communist Party member. Wang Yan had also paid attention in these years and further confirmed this matter.

Now Wang Yan was also planning for the future; otherwise, without this identity, the second-in-command should be He Shaohong, his die-hard supporter.

Wang Yan couldn't just stop at the position of the Eighth District Chief, because after defeating Japan, if he continued to defect to the Kuomintang, with his status and the influence he controlled, there would inevitably be higher position arrangements, which was a city-level unit. He now promoted Liu Yitong to the position of Deputy Chief, so he could be the Chief later. Even if he couldn't continue to be the Chief of the current city-center location, it would definitely be a district-level Chief. Besides, Wang Yan wouldn't watch others hollow out or weaken his power; he must ensure Liu Yitong remains in office. This was extremely beneficial for future struggles...

"Sit down." Wang Yan ordered casually, then distributed a glass of wine to each of them, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at the two: "How is it? Are you still adapting?"

Liu Yitong laughed: "I'm really not adapting; you say, before, when did we think there would be such a day, right, Old He."

He Shaohong nodded: "It's just following the right person. Before, when the Chief was a captain, I was suppressed for several years and couldn't go up. But since the spring of 1938, until now, in five years, I went from a small deputy captain to today's majestic Deputy Chief; this is really fate, it should be me following the Chief."

"Alright, stop flattering. Let's talk about business; how is it below recently? Is everything peaceful?"

Liu Yitong said: "It's okay; after all, we are still the original set, and the people below know the rules. However, some of the original detectives didn't get promoted this time, and some of them are not convinced. These people are basically from the Qinglian; I estimate that someone is making trouble."

"Du Yong? That old guy has never stopped all these years. The Japanese took Hong Kong, and that old guy ran to Chongqing, but he was even more active. However, as the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food; those people, it's true that they are not satisfied with the arrangements for them. If they were satisfied, Du Yong, who is far away in Chongqing, wouldn't have any influence on them."

He Shaohong was clear about Wang Yan's arrangements; he interjected: "Chief, if you ask me, you should just unify the Qinglian. It saves a group of people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, jumping up and down all day, which is very annoying."

"This is your lack of consideration. If I really wanted to deal with them, would I have to wait until today? Du Yong's old bones, how could he have the ability to make me fear? It's not that if I unified the Qinglian, we wouldn't have a way to live. You don't think about it; if I took down the Qinglian, this kind of thing couldn't be hidden. The Japanese let us go against the two parties; do you do it or not? The two parties let us go against the Japanese; do you do it or not? No matter what, there is no good end."

"Although the Japanese are now somewhat sunset-like, we are living on the territory controlled by others after all. So, out of sight, out of mind; let them toss; by then, one by one, no one can run."

Du Yong was not reconciled to the good Qing Gang foundation being taken away by Wang Yan; he had never been honest all these years. Now the situation was somewhat clear; Japan was no longer as invincible as it used to be; the two parties could fight back and forth with the Japanese army, and all kinds of assumptions about post-war arrangements had begun. In the big aspect, it included peace talks between the two parties, and in the small aspect, it included Du Yong inciting Young Master Jiang to make trouble in Shanghai. Compared to this, those people in the Qinglian were small things, and it would be annoying later.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "What about other aspects?"

"We are now strengthening security management, no longer just managing the roads on the surface, regardless of the alleys in the dark. Now the situation is uncertain, and all parties are fighting; the brothers below have too much workload, and it is also more dangerous, so there are some complaints. There is also the Japanese side; our police station implements your instructions and resolutely ignores the affairs between the two parties and the Japanese; the Japanese are very dissatisfied."

"It's not like we didn't go after the fight; what are they dissatisfied with?"

"Two days ago, the Japanese arrested Military Statistics, and our people ran into them head-on; not only did they not fire to block, but they turned around and ran, which was seen by the Japanese, and they have been grinding with me about this matter for the past two days. They are not dissatisfied with us, but with you."

"It's okay; the brothers did this before; didn't Iwai Eiichi and Zhou Fuhai come to find me? Don't bother with them; just deal with them, and wait until they come to find me. However, in other aspects, still do a good job. Gangsters fighting to death don't need to be managed, but they can't bully ordinary people; let the people take care of their business and live a good life, and we are the Buddha of ten thousand families. Of course, this is a bit big, but there are also many people working for us in the French Concession; protect them well, and they will work hard, and our business will be better."

In the evening, Wang Yan rarely didn't eat outside, but returned home. Because for a while, I don't know what wind Yu Manli caught, she started researching food and was very enthusiastic. If there was nothing, she wouldn't go to sleep with other women, and Wang Yan would give face and go home to taste it.

"How is it, any progress?"

"Do I need to say this? Good to eat, not good to eat, you haven't eaten less in these years; can't you taste it yourself?" Wang Yan was ruthlessly poisonous.

Yu Manli curled her lips: "If you had this effort, you would have finished evaluating."

Wang Yan continued to eat in big mouthfuls; actually, the taste was okay, edible. He was used to enjoying it, not that he couldn't eat food that didn't taste good, just a question of having good food and who would eat the bad one. But after all, this was made by his own woman, so he should give face.

He didn't pick up this topic, but turned to ask: "How is it, are you still adapting to work recently?"

Thanks to his woman's status, Yu Manli was sent to work in the Education Department, which was considered a professional match.

"It's okay, there's nothing difficult."

"Then just do it." Wang Yan nodded, "I heard that Chongqing has started researching post-war reconstruction; if there is such a day, I will help you find a way to get rid of Military Statistics."

"No need, this is pretty good; maybe later I can find out some intelligence for you. Anyway, with you here, ordinary people don't dare to do anything to me."

Wang Yan glanced at her and laughed, saying nothing. In Military Statistics, many people want to get rid of it but can't, because there are so-called family rules, which are very cruel. Yu Manli, of course, couldn't not be disgusted with Military Statistics; she, of course, had reasons to stay in Military Statistics. From 1938 to now, five years, and she was by his, Wang Mou's, side, which was enough for an activist to join the party... ===== CHAPTER 700 =====