Ryono Sakamoto took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "This 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' is a striking figure in the French Concession. I did meet him once."

Eguchi Ekimae also smiled. He turned his head to look, and his eyes fell on Cheng Qianfan, "Sakamoto, with my observation, you and Cheng Qianfan should not just know each other."

He had been spying on secretly before. During this period, Cheng Qianfan, who was walking around the dance hall with a goblet, had once had a contact with Ryono Sakamoto. The two clinked glasses, and Cheng Qianfan seemed to say something, and the two smiled knowingly.

This is definitely not just a friend who meets you once.

From the movements of these two people, Eguchi Hideya felt:

This is the kind of tranquility and tacit understanding between good friends.

This is interesting - Eguchi Hideya is quite familiar with Sakamoto Ryono. As the youngest son of the famous Japanese literary giant Sakamoto Nagaki, Sakamoto Ryono was well educated, knowledgeable, and a simple temperament.

With Sakamoto Ryono's nature, it is unlikely that he will become friends with Cheng Qianfan, a Chinese man known for his greed for money and lust.

The impossible thing happened in front of him, and Eguchi Hide also believed in his eyes and judgment, which naturally aroused his curiosity.

"Eguchi-kun." Sakamoto Ryono frowned, his tone also became cold, "I don't like your inquiring tone, which makes me feel like I'm being questioned."

As he said that, Ryono Sakamoto stretched out his right hand, "Eguchi-kun, you have disturbed me, please."

"I'm deeply sorry if my problem makes you uncomfortable." Eguchi Ekiya bowed slightly, and he picked up the hat he placed on the table, "Don't disturb Sakamoto, say goodbye."

After Eguchi Ekimae left, Ryono Sakamoto picked up the wine glass, took a few sips, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was a light flashing in his eyes.

‘An uninformed military officer at the Imperial Military Office has attracted some attention and suspicion for Miyazaki Kan.’

‘I’m looking forward to what’s going on.’

'Stimulate!'

Ryono Sakamoto decided to record this plot in secret words that only he could see. In the future, when creating this novel based on Miyazaki Jun, it can be used as material.

...

Outside the dance hall.

A row of cars were waiting there.

Cheng Qianfan stood on the marble steps, and he turned the lighter to light a cigarette.

Haozi brought three subordinates to stand aside and looked around vigilantly.

"Brother Fan."

Li Hao ran over and helped Cheng Qianfan put on his windbreaker.

"Let's go now? Don't wait to cut the cake?" Li Hao asked.

This is a celebration dance party to welcome the winter solstice held by several major chambers of commerce in Shanghai. In order to cater to the preferences of foreigners, the final process of the dance party to celebrate Chinese festivals became a cake cut.

"Let's go." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and looked back at the toasts in the dance hall. Yingying and Yanyan. He yawned, "I haven't had a good rest these days, so let's go back."

"yes."

Li Hao was driving, Haozai was sitting in the co-pilot, and Cheng Qianfan was sitting in the back seat.

There is a car in front and behind the car. Some subordinates stood on the pedal at the door of the car, with an armed belt hanging around their waists, and one hand pressed on the gun holster. They were alert to the surrounding situation and were ready to pull out their guns and shoot at any time.

"What have you found?" Cheng Qianfan pressed his thumb on his temple, massaged it gently, and asked.

"According to the guest registration information, the man who was with Hu Na was named Mei Wuming, who was the owner of Damei Trading Company." Haozai said.

"Damei Trading Company?" Cheng Qianfan read the name and confirmed that he had no impression. He shook his head, "What's the origin?"

"It should be just a small business club. I don't know what means to get the invitation to the dance party this time." Haozai said his analysis.

"It doesn't look like it." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. He secretly followed the man a few more glances. He was quite imposing in every move. He didn't look like the owner of an unknown trading company, but more like a person who was used to giving orders.

In addition, Hu Na's attitude towards this person is also intriguing. It is not like a dancer treating "Enke" and financial support. The attitude is dependent and respectful, but also a little fearful.

"Brother Fan, do you want to stare at this Mei Wuming?" Haozai asked.

"No need for the time being." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "I remind my brothers in Xianledu to pay more attention to Ding Yu and Hu Na."

For the Shanghai Special Information Group, the most urgent task at present is to join Lu Jingqian, who went to Shanghai from Hong Kong, and then focus on finding Mei Shenping and Gao Qingwu.

The bigger the stall, the easier it is to have problems.

At this critical moment, don’t make any troubles.

...

"Brother Ding, look." Li Cuiqun held a cigarette in his hand and pointed to the brightly lit club opposite, "This is not like a deceased party and country."

"Neon lights flash, singing and dancing, Chinese, French, British, American, Japanese, all dance in this world."

He glanced at the man beside him, "This is the life you and I should enjoy."

Dingmutun didn't say anything. He held a goblet in his hand, shook the wine glass gently, and looked at the bright lights and wine in the dance hall opposite.

Previously, Li Cuiqun found him through his fellow countrymen and stated that Li Cuiqun was willing to take the second place, and asked him to come to Shanghai to serve as the top leader of the special agent organization supported by the Japanese.

Tsimun was moved.

Therefore, this trip to Shanghai was made.

"At this time of crisis, we should think more about serving the country." Cymmunt sighed, "Now is not the time to enjoy yourself."

Li Cuiqun glanced at Cumtun with a thoughtful look on his face, but actually a sneer in his heart.

He had already seen through his old superior.

For Cymmuntun, it is already a dead end.

The third department of the Military Commission's Investigation and Statistics Bureau was abolished. Dingmutun is now idle at home and has no ambition in the officialdom. Those enthusiastic friends were away from each other.

For Tymetun, who once enjoyed the benefits of power, this situation now makes him live like a year.

In addition, the person who is a man from Chometun is extremely lustful, but he is currently unemployed and has no large amount of money to enjoy and squander.

Also, Tingmutun suffers from tuberculosis, and now this person has no money to treat his illness.

In such a Tymutetun, Li Cuiqun was sure that he could pull him on his horse and plan a major event together.

Seeing that Li Cuiqun was not speaking, Cumtun started to play the old tune again.

Li Cuiqun sneered even more in his heart.

After this person arrived in Shanghai, in order to cover up his down-and-out failure, he boasted that he came on the order of Chen Lifu.

When he saw Li Cuiqun's first meeting, he talked a lot: "I came here at the order of Lifu this time, because in the rear, everyone saw that it was not a solution to continue to resist like this."

"Our real opponent is the Red Party. The so-called War of Resistance of the Red Party is to fight against our party, and to fear that China will not be in chaos."

"For the future of the country, Lifu asked me to come to Shanghai to open the way."

"When the time is right, he will come."

"But when it is immature, we should keep the secrets for Lifu."

When he heard that Cumtun was talking about Chen Lifu's name again, Li Cuiqun was a little overwhelmed. He felt that he had given enough hints to the old leader that both sides could be more honest.

Li Cuiqun, who was eager to do something under the Japanese, did not want to listen to the clouds and mists in the mountains and mists there anymore.

He took out a pistol and a pile of banknotes from his body and placed it in front of Dingmutun.

...

"What do you mean?" Tsumun, who was blowing the magic snails, was startled and asked.

Li Cuiqun's eyes emitted a cold light. He looked at Dingmutun, "Brother Ding, give me a happy word!"

"If you are willing to do it, just accept the money. Let's do it together. You are still my boss. I am willing to follow your leader."

"It doesn't matter if you don't do it. I, Li Cuiqun, are a traitor. If you lose your face, you can kill me with this pistol!"

When Tingmutun heard this, he said nothing.

He glanced at the banknotes on the table, then looked at Li Cuiqun.

Finally, I took another look at the banknotes.

From beginning to end, his sight did not stop on the pistol.

After thinking for a moment, Cumtuon sighed, and he picked up the banknote, "You know, I won't shoot you."

Li Cuiqun was overjoyed when he saw that Tingmutun picked up the banknotes.

"Director Ding, it's a joy to work with you and I again, and it's a blessing." Li Cuiqun said happily.

There was a smile on his face, but he was dissatisfied. He didn't like a word in Li Cuiqun's words.

...

The seats of the two are located diagonally opposite the venue where the dance party is held.

After 'reaching' the consensus on making great achievements, the two of them held wine glasses and looked outside from the window.

Li Cuiqun introduced the Shanghai celebrity attending the dance to Cymute Tun with great interest.
To be continued...