Chapter 069: No. 76 Daxi Road
Standing under the sign of "Pallemen" shining with neon lights, Mu Yang looked at men in suits and laces, shiny women, entering and exiting the gate, listening to the jazz music coming from inside, and feeling a little excited.
There are many legends of "Palleon". In countless movies that reflect the style of Shanghai in the Republic of China, Paramount appears too many times. This place has become one of the most famous symbols in Shanghai, no doubt.
Although the most famous dance halls in Shanghai at this time were the four schools, including Xianlus, Paramount, New Xianlin and Metropolitan, people in the eyes of later generations probably only knew Paramount. The other three schools have been swept into the dust of history.
Mu Yang tidied up his hat and walked in. There was no old-fashioned elevator like that, but walked directly from the wide stairs to the second floor dance hall.
Although it was not too late at this time, it was only around 6 o'clock in the afternoon, but it was already lively inside. A group of women wearing exposed clothes kept swaying their smooth thighs to the music, as they were all tempting.
This place is different from the dance hall in Tianjin, which seems more extravagant and depraved. People are talking and laughing loudly, as if they cannot show their existence. The band plays very hard, and they don’t even play a few tricks to make the atmosphere stronger.
Mu Yang found a relatively comfortable position, sat down and asked for a bottle of wine, poured a glass and drank it slowly, and observed the situation around him from time to time. He hoped that he could find a bad guy like Takahashi Ishisuke, who could get some information to find clues.
Although there are Japanese here and the number is not small, there is no such person who is alone. Mu Yang did not dare to act easily, so he could only continue to observe and wait for the opportunity.
The atmosphere in the dance hall became more and more warm as time went by, as if everyone was crazy, shouting, dancing, and laughing hard. Are they really so happy? Or are they deliberately indulging themselves because of their inner fear, helplessness and confusion about the future, so that they can indulge themselves in this confused night and forget everything in reality.
It was already late at night, and Mu Yang still had no gains, so he had to return to the international hotel.
For two days after that, Mu Yang went out to the major dance halls, bars and casinos on the beach, but they all returned in vain. In the hotel room, Mu Yang looked at the endless stream of people downstairs, stood there quietly, thinking about his actions and strategies.
It seems that I took it for granted. When I met Takahashi Ishisuke in Tianjin, it was purely due to luck. My current behavior was purely waiting for the rabbit. It seems that I can't wait any longer. I have to be more high-profile and take the initiative to let the Japanese take the initiative to contact me, but what should I do?
After thinking about it for a long time, Mu Yang still had no idea. In the end, he only grasped one point, that is, high-profile, and must be high-profile.
As for actively contacting the Japanese, Mu Yang dared not yet. The Japanese are definitely not as stupid as in the anti-Japanese drama. As long as there are some flaws, they will be exposed. The ending is likely to be arrested. Although they can escape back to modern times, it also means that they have failed. It will be more difficult to get clues in the future, and even the task may not be able to continue.
In Shanghai, spy agencies are everywhere, and their peripheral personnel are spread across various industries. Mu Yang believes that as long as he reveals a little strangeness, he will definitely be discovered. Now all Mu Yang has to do is to be discovered by them, but he cannot be overly aggressive and then act according to the opportunity.
And are the white noodle shops spread all over the streets and alleys of Shanghai? Cafes are the best eyeliners for Japanese people.
The next day, Mu Yang appeared in a very Japanese-style white noodle restaurant. The so-called white noodle restaurant is similar to the previous large tobacco restaurant, but it has been purified now, which is commonly known as Hailu poison products.
A Japanese woman who was as white as a dead face said to Mu Yang with a smile: "Sir, welcome to enjoy it. Have you eaten this before?"
Mu Yang looked at the beds in the room, which were already covered with people, and could only shake his head helplessly in his heart. Nowadays, the people of the Republic of China use this method to anesthetize themselves.
"This is my first time here. I'm a little curious to come in and take a look. Is it OK?" Mu Yang said in a somewhat crappy Chinese.
The boss's wife looked up and down Mu Yang, and then said, "Sir, can't be Japanese, right?"
"This is not what you should care about. I just asked you, can I take a look?" Mu Yang said expressionlessly.
The boss's wife rolled her eyes and said, "Take money and watch whatever she wants."
Mu Yang threw it to the old woman 2 US dollars and then began to look inside.
This is a relatively high-end tobacco restaurant, or white noodle restaurant. It is similar to the tobacco restaurant that Mu Yang saw on TV before. It is probably a renovation of the tobacco restaurant. However, people nowadays no longer use the old-fashioned tobacco guns and then bake it on the fire and suck it in a more direct and rough way. They directly use a tin plate, put white flour on the fire and heat it a little bit on the fire, and then use a straw made of bamboo to suck the smoke into their lungs, enjoying the illusion of drunkenness and dreams.
There were many serving people next to him, many of whom were thirteen or fourteen years old, who beat their legs and backs, brought water to the spittoons, and helped them directly to serve the plate to bake white flour.
Mu Yang went out of the door, took out a small notebook not far from the door, wrote something on it, and then left.
If you continue to the next house, it will be much dirty and dirty. The house is just a big bunk on both sides. Then people will lie or lean on each other, and take the money that may be the ones who are betrayed by their own women or even sell their children. Come here to enjoy a bite, not knowing whether they will die or live in the next moment.
After Mu Yang walked out, he still took out a small notebook to record something and left.
In this way, Muyang visited about 3 tobacco shops, 2 morphine shops, and even a somewhat outdated tobacco shop. He then rested in a teahouse and enjoyed his afternoon tea.
There was a Pingtan artist performing in the teahouse, and Mu Yang enjoyed listening to the opera with his eyes closed. Suddenly, Mu Yang felt that he suddenly became quiet beside him. When he opened his eyes, he saw two webmasters in plain clothes and polite guys in front of him. Mu Yang was shocked. When he turned his head, he found that there were also two people standing behind him.
Mu Yang figured it out that he had attracted spies, but why did he not look like a Japanese look?
Suddenly one of these people spoke, "Sir, come with us."
"Go and go there," Mu Yang knew that the Japanese he was waiting for had not come, but the Chinese came. He pretended to be stupid and said.
"No. 76, Daxi Road, Shanghai." After the man said that, he shouted "take away", and then a few people behind Mu Yang rushed forward, pressing Mu Yang's arm directly, and dragging him to the street.
There was a car and a truck parked outside at this time, but Mu Yang seemed to be treated as a car and was directly pressed onto the truck.
Along the way, Mu Yang never spoke, but was just thinking constantly in his mind.
The so-called plan cannot keep up with changes, probably his current situation. His original plan was to lead the Japanese, and then Mu Yang directly revealed his identity, meet the senior Japanese personnel, and then look for opportunities to see if he can get clues about antiques.
Chapter completed!