Mu Yang was not afraid of the coachman lying to him. With his current shooting skills and ability, he probably could kill seven in and seven out in Shanghai and nodded: "Is the French Concession far away from here?"

"Not far, a few streets, it should be considered the concession closest to Shiliupu Wharf. Now the Japanese have driven away foreigners, and the French concession has also been taken back by the government. There are many empty spaces there." said the coachman.

After agreeing to the coachman's proposal, the coachman put the handlebar of the rickshaw. Mu Yang took Xia Kejun's hand and took her to the rickshaw to prepare, and then squeezed her up himself.

Fortunately, the seats in this car are quite spacious, but that's it, the two of them are tightly attached.

The French Concession is about three streets away from the Sixteenth Shop, but that only begins to enter the concession area. The entire French Concession has a large area. Rickshaws are running on the spacious street with neat sycamore trees on both sides, and there are few pedestrians on the street.

It is already autumn, and the leaves of the sycamore trees have begun to turn yellow, and they all look like autumn colors. Some leaves fall down early, leaving the entire street full of dead leaves.

"This boss, this is Shaoxing Street, and there are small foreign buildings on both sides. If you want to rent a house, you can go to the government to register. It is said that there are many empty houses here. There are still a few streets ahead, which is similar to the situation here, but it is just the difference between the size and shape of the house." The coachman stood up and took a breath, turned his head and said to Mu Yang in the car behind him.

Mu Yang was curious, "Why are there so many empty houses here?"

"I only know that the Japanese drove away the French, the British, Americans, anyway, the Japanese are the most arrogant now. It turns out that the Westerners who are so arrogant that they are driven away by the Japanese. The people living here used to be foreigners, but now no one lives there, so they can only be vacant."

"Now the government is in charge of this place, you can rent or buy it, but the houses here are not affordable by ordinary people, so most of them can only be left vacant." When he said this, the coachman used the towel on his shoulder to sweat.

"Government, is there still a government here now? The Japanese government?" Mu Yang did not react for a moment.

"No, it's the Republic of China government."

Mu Yang was shocked, "Is there a Republic of China government here?"

The coachman looked at Mu Yang in confusion and said, "Of course there is, Nanjing National Government, Chairman Wang Jingwei, there is naturally a government in Shanghai now."

Mu Yang then suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen this history, but he didn't remember it before. Now after reminding, he remembered that after Wang Jingwei surrendered to the Japanese in history, he established a pseudo-National Government in Nanjing to work hard for the Japanese and confronted the National Government far away in the mountain city. However, the Westerners did not agree with his Nanjing government, and most Chinese people did not agree with it. When the Japanese collapsed in 1945, the pseudo-National Government disappeared directly.

In modern time and space, Muyang is just a history that can be ignored, but now, he has to deal with this pseudo-National Government.

It was only eleven o'clock when Mu Yang said, "But are you tired? Why don't you go to the government to check the situation first? If there is a suitable one, rent one today, which will save you the trouble of finding a hotel."

"Brother Mu, you have an idea about this. I'm not tired. I can rent a house earlier and live in peace earlier." Xia Kejun said very considerately.

It is not close to this place, and is separated by two blocks, a two-story building with a brick and stone structure. There is also a plaque hanging outside the door: "The Concession Office of the Shanghai Government in France in the Republic of China". In fact, this so-called government is just something that is similar to a street office to the outside. Of course, in this era, as long as it is a government department, most civilians will be called the government and will not subdivided into any department.

Asked the coachman to park the car far away and let Xia Kejun wait here too. Mu Yang walked into the office alone.

There are five-story steps, with a black painted wooden door above. Mu Yang opened the door and walked in. He saw a long desk outside, which felt like a lobby in the future, but only occupied half of the position.

On the other side is an open space, with a staircase attached to the wall, and the red handrails lead directly to the second floor.

"Sir, is there anything wrong?" a staff member asked, standing up.

The staff member looked at Mu Yang's appearance and straight suit. It was made of high-end materials. The leather shoes were polished very brightly and there was no floating soil on them. He should be the kind of person who doesn't walk around often. His hair was very neatly maintained. Although unlike people nowadays, they like to use hair wax to make their hair smooth and smooth, they look carefully taken care of.

Such people are definitely not ordinary people, so they deal with them carefully.

"I want to rent a house, but I don't know if there is any good introduction." Mu Yang asked.

"Sir, are you renting a house? Where are you going to rent? How big is it? Do you need to redecorate it?" The staff were very happy and enthusiastic when they heard Mu Yang renting a house.

You should know that it is difficult to rent a house here. The house is big but the price is also expensive, which is not something that ordinary people can afford. Rich people choose to buy a house in the right place. Who would come here to rent a house?

Mu Yang thinks how the current staff are similar to the salesmen in later generations. "No need to be too big. I don't have many family members, just a separate courtyard. It's best to be the kind that doesn't require much trouble and can move in directly. As for decoration, there is no need for now. Is there such a house?"

"Yes, there are many to choose from." He said that, and ran to get a block floor plan that marked the location of each house.

The staff member pointed to the map and said, "This one on Shaoxing Street, this one has this one, this one on Chongming Street, this one on Nanfeng Street, and this one on Nanfeng Street, and this one has this one, which meets the requirements of Mr.

Mu Yang thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "You know, I just came here and I'm not very familiar with the situation here. As for me, I just want to find a safer place to live, preferably a place where even Japanese people rarely check it."

Mu Yang said as he handed the staff a cigarette with a filter. The staff took it over and smelled it, saying, "This cigarette is very fragrant."

Mu Yang smiled and placed the cigarette box in his hand on the table.

"Actually, there are no safe places in the entire Shanghai and even China now. However, the French Concession is quite peaceful. At least there is no special reason, and the Japanese will not check there. After all, there are also Japanese interests here. Many Japanese people still need to rely on our Republic of China government." The staff said softly.

"Then give me a good recommendation?" Mu Yang said.

"The small courtyard at No. 16 Shaoxing Street is good. It is still quite hidden without facing the street. The second-floor small western-style building has a yard, so it is absolutely comfortable and comfortable to live in. It used to be a French doctor's residence. Later, after being driven away, the furniture and other things were still complete. After cleaning, you can move in directly, which is very convenient." The staff said, pointing to a place on the map.

There was nothing on the map, but Mu Yang thought that the staff wouldn't have lie to him, so he nodded and paid the rent for one year.
Chapter completed!