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Author: Lenggelibeleng

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The next day, the energetic and refreshed Wang Yan got up from the entanglement of four arms and four legs, washed himself, licked his forehead, put on fragrant clothes, took out his wallet and took out four five-cards.

The ten-dollar knife was placed on the bedside table, and he left the room without hesitation.

Because American knives with a face value of one hundred yuan are not easy to spend and are not very common, fifty, twenty, etc. are more popular. Wang Yan generously gave one hundred yuan to each person, which was almost one or two gold per person.

In order to maintain his persona of being lustful, romantic, and being taken advantage of. After all, he gave fifty dollars to the little beggar, and the two women who slept with him were indispensable.

In fact, it is not easy for him. He has to maintain such a persona and deal with thousands of chickens every day for ten years. Some of the women who approach him are for pleasure, some are asking for money, and some are seeking information. He has to deal with it.

It is also very energy-consuming.

This is a necessary cover identity. After all, if there was nothing wrong with him, he would have been killed long ago. Because at this time, everyone has problems, and whoever has no problems will have problems, so he should die. Wang Yanhun

It's the upper class circles in Shanghai that are full of life, entertainment, entertainment, and entertainment. There's no good person there.

Going downstairs, most of the men I met along the way were in the same situation. Everyone I knew well smiled knowingly. After having breakfast in the dining room on the first floor, after leaving the gate of Paramount, these people were again

He became a prominent figure in Shanghai.

He Shaohong, Fang Yuantu, and Zhang Xian left last night. They are all people with families. Although they are not ordinary people, they are three or two-minute players. It is useless to stay for one night...

Wang Yan had a table by himself, eating various exquisite breakfasts and reading the latest issue of the newspaper. Where was the war going on, what was the situation of the war, who was cheering for the Japanese, and the Red Party published encouraging current commentary articles.

What big shot died again?

Unexpectedly, there was some scandal about a star in Shanghai. There was a thick stack of newspapers from various newspapers, ranging from the international situation, to the domestic war, to where the people's lives were miserable and in dire straits, and where the people sang and danced and sang every night.

The so-called romance of the Republic of China is all reflected in the unyielding roar of the Chinese nation shown in those cold lines of writing.

Under such circumstances, the appearance of Ichiro Muramoto seemed particularly off-putting. But obviously, Ichiro Muramoto had no such consciousness. He said with a smile: "Inspector Wang has a really good appetite. He eats so much by himself."

"Even if I can't eat, I still have to fill the table, because I have a good appetite when I look at so many things. I have earned so much money, and if I don't look for opportunities to spend it and enjoy it, if someone kills me at any time,

Aren't you giving others an advantage?" Wang Yan glanced at him and said, "I just went downstairs to have breakfast, and you sat down in front of me. It seems that you Japanese have a lot of spies."

"No, no, no, it's because you are so famous and so many people know you. Your whereabouts have never been a secret."

Wang Yan snorted, took a mouthful of wontons, stuffed the bun into his mouth, and asked in a muttered voice, "What was the result of your discussion regarding the compensation for the previous items?"

Of course, Ichiro Muramoto came here for this matter. He said with a serious face: "You also know how valuable those goods were before. There are so many places to spend money, and we can't spare so much money to compensate you."

And those French people. But we discussed it,

We can let you sell a few more batches of sulfonamides and other prohibited drugs to compensate for your losses. After that, you can no longer sell such drugs. In addition, we will give you another thirty thousand US dollars, and you can use the money to

What do you think the French people should be satisfied with?"

It was not beyond Wang Yan's expectations. Not to mention that the Japanese government in Shanghai is very poor now. Even if they have money, they will not pay for it. This is an inevitable choice. Therefore, they reluctantly let them sell the sulfonamides they have been selling.

, has become inevitable. Because sulfonamide is an antibiotic, in the era before penicillin came out, sulfonamide was used to save lives. Wounded soldiers on the battlefield needed a large amount of sulfonamide. This kind of drug has great value and is not bad at selling. It can be sold several times.

You can make a lot of money.

"Fifty thousand, maybe."

"No problem." Ichiro Muramoto nodded cheerfully, took out a brown paper bag from the bag he brought and put it on the table: "It's all here. It's our little thought, so that both you and the French are satisfied."

Wang Yan smiled: "Since it's cooperation, I can't just take benefits and do nothing. Iger told me that before you detained the goods of foreigners from the United States, Britain, and France, they already had an idea. They said they were working with the national army.

To discuss weapons assistance, the three parties will jointly provide a batch of advanced weapons and equipment and military supplies to the national army, and will also send professionals to teach the national army soldiers how to use them in combat."

"Although we have known the news in advance, we still thank you for your help." Ichiro Muramoto was not dissatisfied at all, but was just proud of their intelligence system.

The Japanese intelligence system is indeed very good. It has been developed carefully for many years and is willing to spend money to invest. How could it be bad? There are many factions such as Iwai Mansion, Super High School, Mei Agency, etc. Some are affiliated with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Some are the Ministry of Internal Affairs, some are the Japanese Army Headquarters, some are the Navy, etc. They all serve their own interest groups, so their internal struggles are actually very fierce.

Wang Yan nodded: "Please, please. If there is any new situation in the future, I will call you."

Ichiro Muramoto was embarrassed. He thought Wang Yan would invite him to have a sumptuous breakfast together. After all, don't the Chinese like these hypocritical politenesses? But when he encountered someone who was not hypocritical and asked him to leave directly, he could only endure it.

Feeling unhappy in his heart, he politely stood up and left.

Wang Yan ate for a while, then waved to the waiter to calculate the total cost. He Shaohong and others did not settle the bill on their own initiative. Sometimes this behavior is a good thing, sometimes it is a bad thing. As a famous boy who spreads money,

Wang Yan never asked his subordinates to spend money.

After calculating the money, Wang Yan took the brown paper bag and drove out of Paramount amid the cordial farewells from the waiters.

On the table where he was dining just now, there were all kinds of messy food. Amidst the discussions of other diners, several waiters skillfully cleared them up. Some of them secretly kept them for themselves, or took them home to give to him.

The rest of the food that the family ate was given to a group of gray-faced little beggars who had been waiting eagerly opposite Paramount.

They all think that Wang Yan is a famous fool, but they also say that Captain Wang is a good man with a kind heart...

After returning to the prison room and signing in, Wang Yan put on his police uniform and first took the money to give it away. Little Japan gave him the money and asked him to give it to the French, so he had to give it to the French. Of course, the money was not much.

, but the arrogant French like money that expresses the attitude of the Japanese. They also know that it is impossible to get back the money in the past, and it is the best result to be able to make up for it. Now it is just a little extra, which is a good thing.

After all, the same thing is said, they are here to make money for France and for themselves. As long as these two points are met, what secrets can there be?

The conflict between the French and the Japanese lies in French Indochina, which later became Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, including the Guangzhou Bay area that was ceded by the Qing Dynasty. This is France's largest colony in the Far East. In comparison, in China

Those concessions are not worth mentioning, and the benefits are even worse. Similarly, the British colonies are also in Nanyang, and the interests of the United States are also in Nanyang.

The game between the Japanese and Britain, the United States and France has never been about just Shanghai.

The selfish nature of people determines that the French in Shanghai, the French in Indochina, and the French in France are three groups. Under the large common interests, there are small interest groups of their own...

But those things had little to do with Wang Yan. It was enough for him to understand the situation in Shanghai. After giving different amounts of money to several French people and explaining what the Japanese meant, he went to Chen Jiangliu.

As a detective, naturally no one will check Chen Jiangliu's attendance. As long as the French can find him or his subordinates can find him when they have important matters, then no one will care about him.

But perhaps because he was leaving, Chen Jiangliu, who rarely worked in the prison house in the past, always came early in the past two days and left last.

Seeing Wang Yan open the door and come in, he laughed happily after having received the gold bars yesterday: "Ayan, you don't blame me, do you?"

"What did the detective say? It's just fifty gold bars. I should pay for your passage to Hong Kong Island. Even if you don't tell me, with your care for me over the years, I still have to give it with both hands."

"It's because I'm old and my eyelids are shallow." Chen Jiangliu shook his head and sighed, took a puff of his cigar, blew out the smoke and asked, "How is it, have everything been arranged?"

"What's the problem?" Wang Yan asked confidently, and leisurely took out the old knife and lit it.

Chen Jiangliu was stunned for a moment, nodded and said with a smile: "Yeah, what's the problem? You belong to my position. To be honest, Ayan, I know you can take me down long ago. Why don't you sit on it yourself?

Are you willing to serve as captain under me for so many years?"

"Everything beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. I have never heard of a Chinese detective in his twenties. I have been doing business with foreigners in the past few years and have been in the limelight. I am not bad at fame and fortune. There is no need to carry this burden."

It’s really unacceptable to have a bad reputation and be involved in various forces.”

"Aren't you involved now?"

"Yes, you are still sober and willing to retreat."

"I'm just old. If I were the same age as you, what wouldn't I dare to do? Now the Japanese are forcing me, the Kuomintang is intimidating me, and the Red Party is even more ruthless, killing people quietly, so my prestige in the gang

It’s also not as good as before. In this situation, if I don’t leave immediately and live a peaceful life in a few years, what are you waiting for?”

So he did reject the Japanese, but he actually had no choice, because if he agreed, he would definitely die. If he didn't agree, he would still be alive if he abdicated and let someone who agreed come forward.

But he overestimated the Japanese people's broadmindedness, and also overestimated Wang Yan's tolerance. If the Japanese didn't kill him, Wang Yan would have to send someone to do it. They are all people who have done bad things, and they should die if they are no longer useful.

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"You did the right thing. After all, we have a big family. Unlike me, one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. However, I am still greedy and unwilling to give up a good situation." Wang Yan nodded and asked casually: "Detective Inspector

"Yesterday morning, you asked the three of us what we thought of the Japanese. I think it was just based on your feelings, right?"

Chen Jiangliu sighed helplessly: "The Japanese are so powerful that China may not last long... One day, you and I will all be slaves to the subjugation of the country..."

People are so complicated, and they will make different choices when encountering the same thing at different periods of their lives. Chen Jiangliu is now talking about caring about the country and the people, but just now, he said that he would dare to do anything at the same age as Wang Yan

Dry.

However, Wang Yan believed that this old guy was sincere now. He shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, the current situation is like this, I can't help myself, let's not talk about it. Detective, when will we leave for Hong Kong? I'll go

Send it to you."

Chen Jiangliu gathered his emotions, pointed at Wang Yan with a cigar between his fingers, and said with a smile: "I think you want to be in a position. Come on, you can buy a plane ticket for next week."

"The detective underestimates Wang Yan. I have never been in a hurry to get the position before. How many days can I miss? I really just want to give you a gift. No matter what, I have worked for you for so many years, and you are still the old man with me.

As a senior member of the gang, I should give you a gift both emotionally and rationally."

Chen Jiangliu, an old man, was somewhat moved. Wang Yan is a reliable person...

After a day of good security and no incident, Wang Yan drove back to his home on Julu Road after having an extravagant dinner.

He opened the door himself and drove the car into the yard, but in his mind he was thinking about finding a concierge, a housekeeper, and a driver. After all, he wanted to be a detective, his status had risen, and his business was also included.

Now it seems a bit shabby and lackluster. He is even preliminary and qualified to build a manor and name it 'Prince's Mansion'...

While he was thinking about this, the door was opened by him. Looking at the environment in the yard, he instinctively felt that something was wrong because it was cleaned more cleanly than usual.

Only Aunt Li does the work here. Occasionally, at best, when her man pulls a rickshaw here in the evening, she will come to the door and help clean up, and then take Aunt Li happily.

Go home for dinner.
To be continued...