November 1937, Shanghai.

The white and bright raindrops fell down, smashing a lot of dust. The soil was slightly filled with rain, and the tempest and rain mixed together and formed a piece of together.

Sitting in front of the window of the teahouse, Chen Chen turned around slightly, surrounded the matches and lit a cigarette, and then took a sip. In the thick smoke that was spraying, he turned his eyes to the distance again.

This is the public concession, and the other is the Japanese sphere of influence. Through the Suzhou River, you can see the plaster flag hanging down on the buildings. The famous Broadway building in Shanghai, which has been occupied by Japan, stands alone, as if telling people the grievances and humiliation of being abandoned.

This was the result of the Battle of Shanghai. The Chinese army withdrew from the battlefield and retreated south, and Shanghai became an isolated island since then.

The end of a tragic battle was a new beginning to Chen Chenkai.

This time, his soul was not imprisoned in the dark for long, and he saw the dazzling light above his head, and his body involuntarily rose into the light. In the light, he saw Meng Jie, and their hands were gently touching, allowing Chen Chen to experience emotions that could not be described with ink. Meng Jie's body exuded a dazzling holy light, washing away his confusion, regret and fear...

"Xiao Chen!" A call interrupted Chen Chen's thoughts, looked up in shock, but he was facing Wu Laoliu's gaze.

Wu Laoliu is only in his thirties, but the wrinkles on his tablet's forehead look ten years older than his actual age. He is looking at Chen Chen with inquiries and concern.

Chen Chen then noticed that the heavy rain outside had stopped. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm fine. Angkor, are we leaving?"

Wu Laoliu nodded, looked at Chen Chen carefully, and then got up and walked out without paying the bill.

Chen Chen followed Wu Laoliu, and the friend sent him diligently, walked out of the teahouse and began a patrol as usual.

Yes, it's just a patrol. Chen Chen is now reborn and possessed by a small policeman in the public concession with the same name and surname. He has a uniform, leather shoes, a big brim, and a gun. He looks like he is five or six.

"It's worth it to work hard." Wu Laoliu told his fellow villager Chen Chen while walking, the truth of life, or his experience as a policeman. "I know you want to make meritorious service and want to be promoted as soon as possible, but have you ever calculated that it will take about three years to get promoted, and you will not make any major mistakes in these three years. It will take nine years before you have the chance to become an agent. So, what is the most important thing? It is to live long. If a person dies, even if he is promoted to an inspector, is it useless to be a bullshit?"

Chen Chen repeatedly claimed that he was, but he had a good attitude, but he didn't agree. Chen Chen now doesn't care about promotion at all. Besides, without the naughty young man named Chen Xiaochen who died desperately, how could Chen Chen have such a strong body? Although he had been in a half month's injury, he has basically recovered now.

Of course, Wu Laoliu is right. Among the concession police, the Chinese arresters have the largest number, but the worst status and treatment.

Starting from the lowest level third-class patrol officer, they usually get promoted to the first-class level without major faults for three years; after being promoted to the first-class patrol officer, they have the opportunity to be transferred to the agent; agents have the third-class, and the above are the inspectors, divided into two levels. In the absence of accidents, it takes twenty-four years for a Chinese police officer to be promoted to the inspector, which is the highest position in his career, and his salary is naturally the highest.

Although the three-year promotion rule is not absolute, it mainly depends on the work performance of the promotion and other people. For example, from a police officer to an agent, he may be promoted when he was still a third-class police officer, but Chen Chen is not interested in this.

Wu Laoliu talked for a while, and saw that Chen Chen did not look like he used to be stubborn, and he felt that this guy was in trouble. Instead, he became aware of it, so he talked about his tricks to make extra money.

Making extra money is to "strike", but to put it bluntly, it is extortion. Wu Laoliu dares not be big, but it is easy to get small. For example, go to the vegetable market to get some fresh vegetables, etc.; when he saw the rickshaw driver violated the rules, he would pry the license plate and knock on two pieces of hair...

"If you have a chance, you have to catch oil and water. If you have a chance, don't catch it, it's the third pig's head!" Wu Laoliu proudly taught his life philosophy, "But you must also see it correctly. Don't hit hard heads, let alone let the foreign devils know."

The salary of Chinese policemen is relatively generous compared to ordinary workers in Shanghai. However, this salary is not easy to get. In addition to working hours and semi-military management every day, in order to maintain a job, it also costs a lot of money to be filial to superiors and socialize during festivals.

The living expenses in Shanghai are very high. The police who are conscientious and unwilling to squeeze out gray income can only make a fortune, or leave Shanghai, where living costs are high.

Therefore, Chen Chen cannot say that he understands Wu Laoliu, but he will never make money by using this method.

Since killing can be divided into two sides of the cruelty of beast nature and the positive and negative aspects of upholding justice, then robbing ill-gotten wealth should be the right way to use it for the right path, right?

Although his profession in his previous life once brought him confusion and pain, just as a weapon cannot be judged as justice or evil, the key is to see how to use it, who is using it, and what the result will be after use.

Whether it is punishing evil and promoting good or using violence to fight violence, as long as the purpose is the same, the means do not seem to be important. As long as the murdered and robbed are deserved, Chen Chen will not bear any psychological burden, which is different from the guilt and repentance caused by killing innocent people in his previous life.

For example, killing the Japanese will make him feel excited and feel psychologically happy; and the stronger the body will be, it seems to be giving him greater responsibility.

For the isolated island of Shanghai, especially the concession, the war seems to have happened for a long time.

Walking on the street, Chen Chen saw that the rows of merchants and shops were opening their doors to do business as usual. A lady with a shiny wife was swaying across the market. She was wearing a erotic smile on the street and was soaring customers. The business was still booming in the tavern and hotels, and the sound of shouting and cups were endless.

This is not the end of the war. Even when China and Japan fought the most fiercely, there were two worlds separated by a river. On one side was the Hell of Blood and Fire, and on the other side was the Heaven of Song and Dance, which was extremely strange.

Chen Chen did not feel indignant and hated this like some people, and cursed that "Business women are worse than the hatred of the country."
Chapter completed!