The weather in Shanghai is getting warmer. For a period of time after the closing of the National Congress, the streets and alleys of Shanghai City always seemed very crowded, and people were met with groups of current affairs journalists and foreign tourists from all over the world. The former was busy with the mentality of collecting the latest political news, while the latter was taking advantage of the traditional Chinese festival to explore this ancient oriental country.

At the intersection of Myersi Ai Road, south of the French Concession in Luwan, a rickshaw shakingly pulled the guest to pull him back and walked calmly from the rickshaw. A middle-aged man was wearing a suit and tie, wearing a brand new round-brimmed hat on his head, and carrying an old but well-maintained leather briefcase. After getting off the car, he generously took out a one-dollar silver dollar from his pocket and handed it to the rickshaw driver.

"No need to look for it." He said with a gentlemanly manner.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir, you are such a rich man!!" Faced with a considerable income flying from the sky, the rickshaw driver was almost glaring out of his eyes. He hurriedly said something nice, and bowed his body to send the master onto the sidewalk.

The middle-aged man sorted out his clothes, loosened his tight tie appropriately, and then looked around at the terrain of the street. Although the French Concession in Shanghai is the most prosperous and largest of the four concessions in China, even in such a prosperous concession, there are still places like Messi Ai who are not well-maintained. The road is not dirty, but it seems very crowded. The streets are almost all old buildings with more than three floors high. Looking at the mottled walls on the exterior walls of the buildings, you know that it has been almost twenty years without asking carefully.

After clearly distinguishing the direction, he walked forward from the narrow sidewalk, while carefully looking at each gatehouse passing by, and quietly counting the door number on the gatehouse. Although there were many people coming and going on the sidewalk, and even the rickshaw driver just now was an acquaintance from old Shanghai, he could find out the specific location of the place he was looking for, but there was a habit in this industry, that is, to avoid contact with people who were irrelevant as much as possible.

After walking on the sidewalk for about five minutes, I finally crossed the road and came to the street opposite, and finally found the destination for the trip. This is a hotel-style building about five stories high. The door is very wide, but it looks very old like the building. There is a young doorman standing on the steps at the door. There is a column-shaped sign below the side of the steps, with several bronze words "Toulouse Business Hall" with painted and rusty painted on it.

The middle-aged man walked towards the gate of the guild hall. The doorman standing at the door looked at him carefully, as if he wanted to identify whether he was a salesman who came to sell some kind of product. However, after seeing the other party dressed neatly, especially the valuable genuine leather briefcase, he immediately asked with a smile, then turned around and opened the door to invite the other party in.

The lobby of the guild hall was deserted and the light was dim. The middle-aged man walked to the floor introduction sign at the entrance of the stairs and looked for a while, and his eyes stopped at the "Room 5011" on the fifth floor, which marked the sentence "Office of the Greater Korean Students and Expatriate Committee" in Chinese, French and Korean.

"It's so blatant?" the middle-aged man sighed with a laugh and cry.

He did not know much about the so-called Great South Korean Provisional Government set up by the North Koreans in Shanghai. He only knew that this "temporary government" was hardly valued by the outside world and was just regarded as a social group of some kind of ***ers. The only news he had was that the Great South Korean Provisional Government was hidden within the office of the International Students and Expatriate Committee. Since he could easily obtain this news, the actual ruler of North Korea should also be very clear about the background of this organization. He did not expect that this organization could be listed so openly.

In fact, this has a very direct impact on the complex international political relations. The French and the *** people have almost no direct interests, so France does not have to care about the *** people's views. The reason why the French Concession allowed these North Koreans to operate the so-called "provisional government" was in a sense to gain a wider international reputation and establish a friendly attitude in their own country. Although the *** people participated in the management of the Shanghai Public Concession, they did not actually obtain the management rights of the Shanghai Public Concession. Therefore, in this international city, the *** forces seemed to be stretched, and in this era, they did not have 100% courage to challenge the majesty of the whites.

The middle-aged man didn't think much about it and walked towards the stairs, but at this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind him. He moved to the edge of the stairs with alertness, looked back, and saw two young men wearing standing collars and student uniforms suddenly jumping out from somewhere, running towards him. He quickly changed his briefcase from his right hand to his left, and then put his right hand into his suit pocket. There was a small pocket pistol in his pocket. Although it only had three bullet capacity, it was enough to deal with two people.

Two young students chased the middle-aged man on the stairs and steps, but did not move. They just stared at him coldly and looked at him. One of the young men wearing glasses asked directly: "Who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man still kept his vigilance, but on the surface it seemed nothing happened, as if he was just a salesman who sold goods. He smiled and said, "Are you the administrators of this building? Oh, I'm just here on a business trip. Why, is this not possible?"

The young student wearing glasses looked serious and continued to ask: "You were just looking at the floor introduction sign. Are you going to the fifth floor?"

The middle-aged man kept a smile on his face and said, "Which floor should I go to? Does it have anything to do with you? Let me see the time... Oh, it's nine o'clock in the morning. Logically speaking, since you are students, you should be teaching in school. Today is not a public holiday."

The young student said expressionlessly: "We have graduated, but we just wear it like this. I ask you, are you a ***er?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, considered himself seriously, and then said, "The *** people are not as tall as me, and they are genuine Jiading people." Faced with the young students' questions, he had already guessed the probabilities in his heart. Perhaps it was because he was staring at the floor introduction card too carefully, which attracted the attention of the two young students. Since the other party was very careful, the tenth *** was from the office of the North Korean Students and Expatriate Committee.

The two young students whispered and whispered, but the language they discussed seemed to be not Chinese. Because the voice was too small, the middle-aged man did not hear it very clearly. After a while, another young student changed his tone, which was better than before, and said, "I'm disturbing you, sir, we are actually going upstairs. I just found out that you seemed to be going to the fifth floor, so I asked if you were on the same road."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, then asked directly: "I don't seem to be Chinese with your accent. Are you foreigners? Koreans?"

The young student nodded and said, "You are right. My name is Kim Ji-eun. I am an international student from Pyongyang to Nanjing Chinese University. Of course, the school has not changed its name when we entered the school."

Nanjing Chinese University was last November. After the Wuzhou government moved to Nanjing, the Ministry of Education of the Central Committee upgraded it to a national university based on the Sanjiang Normal School in the first batch of investment projects of Nanjing higher education institutions. Nanjing Chinese University and the Central University of the Republic of China are known as the two universities in the new capital.

The middle-aged man nodded suddenly. He felt a little funny. He didn't expect that these North Koreans were so sensitive. It has been seven or eight years since the North Korean Students and Expatriate Committee was established in Shanghai. If the *** people really wanted to do it, they wouldn't wait until today. He adjusted his face, took out his right hand from his pocket, shook hands with the two young students, and said, "It turned out to be an international friend, haha. You just said you were going to the fifth floor, and you must be going to the International Students and Expatriate Committee? Just so happens, I'm going there too."

Hearing this, two North Korean students were immediately alert again. The young student wearing glasses asked quickly: "What are you going to do?"

The middle-aged man smiled and took out a carefully printed business card from his pocket, handed it to Kim Ji-eun, and then introduced himself: "Wu Yusheng is the marketing manager of Changjiang Tea Company, this is the business card."
Chapter completed!