He Xiaoyan quickly leaned forward again and asked in a low voice: "Is there any suspicious person?"

Chen Chen withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and said, "There are one or two, but it has nothing to do with us. If I am on duty during the day, I will pay attention to checking it if I encounter it."

He Xiaoyan nodded, thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "That's wrong! I remember several times it was at night. You've gotten off work, so I'll go and take care of it!"

"It happened!" Chen Chen smiled and said, "And they are all big cases, not comparable to those little thieves now."

He Xiaoyan looked at Chen Chen and said, "It's not all the truth. I always feel like you are deliberately trying to fight against spies and traitors. Perhaps the same is true for others."

Chen Chen shrugged and said, "Whatever others think, who makes them unlucky, who makes them always touch me, and who makes them say 'bad guy' on their foreheads?"

"You, you are so annoying!" He Xiaoyan opened her eyes wide and smiled, "I discovered that you are not afraid of anyone at all. No wonder you offend people! It's the same when you were a small policeman, otherwise you would be sent to a newspaper office where you were bombed."

Chen Chen smiled and said, "So what? Risk and opportunity coexist, and I was promoted in one go, and I became a three-way strait."

"Awesome, really awesome." He Xiaoyan curled her lips and said it was a compliment, but her expression was different.

Chen Chen's eyes flashed and he looked at the door.

Alcott walked in with a Chinese woman, glanced around, trying to find a seat, but his eyes stopped on Shen Chen's face.

This guy has good eyesight! Chen Chen was a little helpless and waved with a wry smile. It would be bad if he pretended not to know each other.

He came out with He Xiaoyan, so he naturally couldn't dress up too much, making him look like another person. So, he just wore glasses, changed his outfit, and slightly changed his image.

Alcott smiled, talked to the woman, and went straight to Chen Chen's seat.

There were not many guests in the cafe. He walked over with such a clear goal. Chen Chen had to get up, reach out and shook Alcott, "Hello, Mr. Alcott."

"What a coincidence!" Alcott said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, and this lady, don't bother you?"

Chen Chen glanced at He Xiaoyan and smiled and said, "Don't disturb us. We are waiting to watch the movie, so sit here for a while."

Alcott greeted his girlfriend and sat opposite Chen Chen and He Xiaoyan without hesitation.

"Mr. Chen just was in danger and had the leisure to watch a movie. It's really unusual!" Alcott said while introducing to his female companion, "This is Inspector Chen. You should have read the photos in the newspaper, right?"

"Hello, Mr. Chen." The young woman stretched out her hand to Chen Chen and smiled: "My name is Cao Yixin, a reporter from the Newspaper."

"Hello, Miss Cao." Chen Chen felt it was not good to put He Xiaoyan aside, so he introduced Alcott, "This is my friend He Xiaoyan, and she is a teacher."

Alcott and Cao Yixin greeted He Xiaoyan again, and the four of them met.

Women engaged in journalism in the late Qing Dynasty, and some excellent female journalists emerged during the War of Resistance Against Japan. Shanghai, which was the first to set the trend, attracted female journalists, which became a fashion for a while.

But at that time, the definition of female journalists was very broad, and all women who worked in news organizations were called female journalists. There were actually not many female journalists who actually went out to interview, write articles, edit news, and treat them as a profession.

Although people in the 1940s began to gradually abandon the suspicion of "women can also be journalists", the more open Shanghai's attention to female journalists still seems to be on the word "female".

Of course, gossip news from female journalists has become an indispensable topic of conversation after dinner.

There are many female reporters in society who are popular with them, and they invisibly put female reporters and socialites together, and there are indeed some vase-style female reporters mixed in.

Therefore, in these gossip news, many people always have deep prejudice against female reporters.

In some news, most authors think that journalists are just a springboard for women to find a good partner. An author’s satirical ruthlessness to the Shanghai female reporter:

"When we think of them, we just feel that there is nothing but a butterfly flying around in the air for a while. Her daily job is to meet celebrities and attend receptions."

"She ate very little at the reception, but sometimes she also eats a lot, but no matter what, she is inevitable when she is late and leave early. And this pretentiousness is nothing more than to attract attention."

"When visiting celebrities, those celebrities saw the delicate names on her card, as usual, they took a break from meeting them. After pestering them for a long time, they took a picture and said goodbye, so the next day they could see photos with the words "Reporters of this newspaper ×× and ×××" and so on in the newspaper."

"Anyway, they never knew there were other places where news was generated besides the skyscrapers. They were only dancing among celebrities, and their cards were flying in the air conditioner like snowflakes."

Adding the word "female" in front of the reporter to highlight his gender is itself a symbol of a patriarchal society. And female journalists go out of their homes, go to the streets, and bravely compete with men, is after all, a social progress.

Shen Chen was not worthy of this, but he thought that some female reporters in Shanghai gave people the impression of: glass equipment, all day long, they crawled in and out of here, and arrived at a place, and had not sat for ten minutes, picked up the bag and left again, and seemed very busy, had great energy, was more charming, and had too little tolerance.

And Shen Chen has heard of this Cao Yixin.

In order to attract attention, a newspaper once held an event called "The Most Beautiful Reporter in Shanghai". Although it was left alone, Cao Yixin was one of the most famous beautiful reporters on the list.

Can a reporter be beautiful? A male reporter has never heard of evaluating beauty. But if gossip news does not evaluate beauty, who is interested?

"Mr. Shen will not accept the interview. I was disappointed outside the police room today and I was so frustrated!" Cao Yixin said something coquettish, but she looked very quiet, and she gently stirred the coffee with a small spoon.

"I have never accepted interviews except for public assignments." Shen Chen smiled and said, "It's purely personal reasons, please forgive me."

Orco nodded in a very understanding way and said, "Inspector Shen has encountered several attacks, so it is understandable to be low-key."

Cao Yixin said, "Of course I understand. But since I happened to meet, I want to ask Mr. Shen a few questions." After pausing, she smiled sly and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Shen, this will not be reported."

"Miss Cao can ask, but I reserve the right to not answer." Shen Chen was not deceived and explained it clearly first.

Cao Yixin covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Okay, then I'm going to ask."

Chen Chen made a gesture and asked her to ask questions.

"According to my calculations, so far, there should be more than twenty thugs killed or injured in Inspector Shen's hands." Cao Yixin's expression became serious and asked, "Inspector Chen must have never calculated carefully. What do you feel when he suddenly heard this number?"

Chen Chen blinked and smiled, "It turns out that there are so many bad guys, but fortunately they are all bad guys, so I don't feel anything."

This answer was a bit surprising. Cao Yixinci stood up in her eyes, blinked for a while, smiled, and continued to ask: "What are Chen Tansheng's usual interests, dancing, gambling, watching movies, or anything else?"

Chen Chen thought for a while and shook his head, "Maybe they are a little bit involved, but if you are addicted, I prefer playing with guns."

"Men's preference." Alcott reached out to compare the shape of a gun, put it on his chest, his face turned straight, as if he was about to pose in a heroic posture.

Cao Yixin curled her lips at Alcott, not complimenting this image, and then turned to Chen Chen and asked: "The last question: Does Inspector Chen know that someone in the western part of Shanghai has issued a reward, and as long as you can assassinate you, you will get a large bounty?"

He Xiaoyan was quite surprised. She didn't know about this and turned her attention to Chen Chen.

Chen Chen pondered for a moment and said, "Some people want to kill me, while others don't want me to die. So, I know this news."

Cao Yixin stared at Chen Chen, smiled for a while, stretched out her thumb, and praised: "Awesome! If someone else knew about this, she would probably not even feel at ease when she went to bed. However, Inspector Chen could handle it calmly, without any fear at all, which was admirable."

"It's too much." Chen Chen said with a smile: "Maybe the bounty is too small, so I can't invite a real master. If it's one hundred thousand or eighty thousand, maybe I'll be scared."

"Hahahaha, Inspector Chen is so humorous." Alcott laughed and raised his coffee cup, "I'll give you a cup for a bounty of one hundred thousand."

Cao Yixin also laughed, and even if the question was over.

After observing for a while, Chen Chen realized that Cao Yixin was a veteran, very familiar with foreigners' living habits and hobbies, and had a very different relationship with Alcott.

The four of them chatted for a while, and Chen Chen saw the cinema opposite ended, and the audience walked out of the cinema and left in scattered.

"The movie is about to begin." Chen Chen said apologetically to Alcott and Cao Yixin: "We have to leave first."

Alcott and Cao Yixin stood up to shake hands with Chen Chen and He Xiaoyan to say goodbye. Alcott also gave Chen Chen a club membership card, saying it was a pretty good place and you could go for a fun place if you have time.

Chen Chen and He Xiaoyan left the cafe and walked towards the cinema.

"I didn't expect your English to be so good." He Xiaoyan was very surprised. Although she spoke a lot just now, Alcott sometimes habitually spoke to Chen Chen in English, and Chen Chen answered without hesitation.

"If you want to be promoted in the police station, you won't be able to speak English well. Learn more and talk more, it's almost done, but it's not as good as you said." Chen Chen humbly entered the theater with He Xiaoyan.

The Great Guangming Grand Theater is located on Jing'an Temple Road, known as the "No. 1 Cinema in the Far East". It is a big deal by Hungarian architect Wu Dake.

In Shanghai at that time, almost all European and American films were screened by "Da Guangming". "Boy" wearing work clothes and a cylindrical flat hat would open the door and respectfully greet the audience into the hall.

The ticket gate is the instructions for the movie that was shown that day. The instructions are compared in Chinese and English. The printing, arrangement and content are very exquisite and beautiful. In addition to the movie content, they are also printed with the name of the film company, cast, poster, stills, etc. The poetic propaganda words are very popular among movie fans, and the audience can read them for free.

Since the theaters are all screened in original films, each seat is equipped with a "Translation Style" to tell the plot and dialogue to the audience through headphones.

At that time, the ticket price of "Great Light" was generally between hexagon and two yuan and five cents. Therefore, going to "Great Light" to watch movies was a symbol of quality life, and it was even more of a grand and worth showing off for the people.

He Xiaoyan's family is not rich, and she is very frugal, and she has only been to "Great Light" once. At that time, there was no such thing as "Tianyifeng". This time I saw it, I felt fresh.

Chen Chen also bought popcorn, small candies, and two bottles of soda. After they sat down, they ate and chatted until the movie started to show.

He Xiaoyan was very interested in watching it, and it was much more convenient to have the "translation style".

Chen Chen didn't need "Translation Style", but he was drowsy. There was no way, how could the filming level of the movie at that time be compared with that of later generations? It was a compliment to say that it was a 50-cent special effect.

When they were about to fall asleep, Chen Chen felt He Xiaoyan pressing him tightly and grabbed his hand. He opened his eyes to look at the screen. It turned out that the plot was at a critical moment, and with the strange soundtrack, He Xiaoyan was a little nervous.

Chen Chen gently shook the tenderness in his hand as comfortedly, took the soda with his other hand and drank a few sips before he became energetic.

He Xiaoyan turned her head to look at Chen Chen, and laughed in a low voice: "Can you watch such a good movie and fall asleep? You are so good."

Chen Chen laughed awkwardly, but couldn't control himself, so he yawned a lot.

The movie ended, and the night was sunny, Chen Chen and He Xiaoyan left the theater and walked slowly along the road.

He Xiaoyan is still not satisfied, and regrets Chen Chen has not watched the whole movie, and he is telling him the plot.

After watching the movie, Chen Chen became energetic, responded with "Oh" and "Ah", and his eyes were vigilant to observe.

The sound of the huqin came, and the sob made people feel sad.

The old man played the huqin, held the horse rod under his armpit, and led his blind granddaughter slowly, turning around the street and walking aimlessly.

Chen Chen and He Xiaoyan stopped and just watched, no one wanted to speak.

As soon as the piano stopped, the old man turned around and asked his granddaughter with heartache, "Are you hungry? Grandpa still has a few copper coins."

"No need, grandpa." The blind girl paused for a moment and said, "Will you go to that place tomorrow? The leftovers are so delicious."

The old man sighed and said, "That's not a good place, let's go less!"

The blind girl didn't say anything, but just subconsciously licked her lips.

"Let's go!" the old man sighed and walked, comforting: "I'll buy you a pancake tomorrow!"

He Xiaoyan silently opened the small leather bag in her hand. Before she could reach out to take it, a ten-dollar bill had already been handed to her.
Chapter completed!