Lao Bai has been a policeman in Shanghai for most of his life.

No, it used to be called patrol.

After the Japanese entered the public settlement, the police were called to patrol.

From the beginning of the public concession to the Japanese taking control of the concession, he moved his butt in this position.

In his opinion, no matter who manages the concession, whether it is the Americans, the British, or the Japanese later, he has to live his life.

However, after the Japanese came, life for Lao Bai and the Chinese policemen was obviously not as easy as before.

real.

Go ahead, although the salary is not high, you can't afford the extra money.

When the Japanese come?

Well, the oil and water have been soaked by them, and the Chinese police can’t even drink some soup...

There is no other way. Since the Japanese do not regard the Chinese as human beings, they have to find a way on their own, right?

Therefore, the small traders and vendors in the public concessions are out of luck and will suffer double oppression.

As soon as the Japanese left, the Chinese police came again.

What a bullshit policeman, isn't he just the former patrolman, the gray bastard!

"It's still as good as before, now it's three melons and two dates."

Lao Bai looked at the change in his hand, took out one and gave it to Xiao Yu, who had just become a policeman: "How can we see this little money before? That rickshaw, rickshaw, stop him!"

The two policemen took three steps at a time and rushed to the rickshaw.

After all, Lao Bai was getting older, and he ran out of breath: "License plate!"

The rickshaw driver quickly took out his license plate and said with a grimace: "Boss, I was fined three yuan by Taijun just now, and I haven't opened my business yet."

"It's none of my business whether it's open or not. It's Taijun's business to punish you." Lao Bai checked the license plate and found that there was no problem.

He glanced around the rickshaw with his eyes: "Why is there dirt here?"

"Oh, boss, how can it be possible that our sports car is not dirty at all?"

Lao Bai said with a straight face: "If it affects the appearance of the city, you will be fined three yuan!"

The rickshaw driver almost cried and turned his pockets inside out: "Look, this is all I have left, and I'll give it all to you."

A 50-cent Central Reserve Coin.

Seeing that there was really no profit to be squeezed out, Lao Bai grabbed the 50 cents and put the license plate behind his back: "I'm a bastard. I still have two 50-cent copper coins. I earned it to exchange for the license plate."

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The rickshaw was worried; Lao Bai's ancestors had scolded him for eighteen generations, and he hurriedly pulled the rickshaw to leave.

"rickshaw!"

At this moment, a man waved and called a rickshaw.

There were three people opposite, one was a young man wearing a three-piece suit, a black windbreaker, and a top hat.

The two people holding luggage next to me looked like followers.

With luggage?

From out of town?

Are you dressed so decently?

Lao Bai suddenly felt that the opportunity to make money had arrived, and winked at Yu Yu: "Let's go!"

He walked in front of these three people, looked up and down, and stretched out his hand: "Bring it here."

"What is that?" The attendant who called for a taxi was startled and blurted out a pidgin Shanghainese.

Ouch, can you speak Shanghainese?

Lao Bai didn't care either: "Good citizen certificate!"

The well-dressed young man sneered: "I have only been away from Shanghai for a few days, and all kinds of monsters can come to check my documents."

This is a standard and authentic Shanghainese dialect.

Lao Bai did not dare to be careless and asked cautiously: "Who is Mr. Nong?"

"Old Li."

The young man didn't bother to talk to him at all: "I'm a policeman. If you want to check your ID, just show it to me."

"Yes, sir."

The young man took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to Lao Bai: "This is our husband's ID. Open your eyes and see clearly."

"Inspector of the Inspection Section of the Capital Police Department, Chu Liuxiang!"

"Oh, it's Inspector Chu!"

How could Lao Bai dare to check his ID again? He quickly stood at attention.

Gusu/span> "Okay."

Chu Liuxiang was a little impatient: "Rickshaw, take me to the International Hotel."

The rickshaw driver shouted bad luck.

Finally, we were able to open business, but the police were called in again.

This trip was a waste of time.

Lao Bai wanted to please the inspector: "Inspector Chu lives in the International Hotel? I will help clear the way for the inspector."

…

"Rose is the most delicate, rose is the most gorgeous. It blooms on the branches in the long summer, rose, rose, I love you. Rose, rose is full of affection, rose, rose is full of affection..."

Over there, the loudspeaker in the gramophone is playing "Rose, Rose, I Love You" that merchants use to drum up business.

On the other side, suddenly another high-pitched singing voice came from a loudspeaker:

"The Great Wall is thousands of miles long, and outside the Great Wall is my hometown. Forty million compatriots have the same heart, and the new Great Wall is thousands of miles long."

That is the famous patriotic song "Ballad of the Great Wall".

"Down with Japanese imperialism, the war of resistance will be won!"

A large number of leaflets were scattered.

A shrill whistle sounded.

The police and gendarmes rushed towards the direction of the singing, shouting and screaming.

"The oath of the heart, the affection of the heart, the holy light shines on the earth. The branches of roses are thin, and the thorns of roses are sharp. Today, the wind and rain are destroying, hurting the young branches and delicate pistils..."

Over there, the gramophone was not affected at all.

"Ouch, boss, come in and take a look. We have a beautiful shopping guide accompanying us all the way."

A woman in a cheongsam is posing and soliciting business.

"Bang bang bang".

Several gunshots rang out.

"Ouch, I'm going to die, shoot again."

But the cheongsam girl was not surprised at all and was not afraid at all: "Come and take a look, everyone is getting a 20% discount, and there are many beautiful shopping guides!"

This is Shanghai!

This is the concession!

Here, there is still chaos, a colorful world, and a life of luxury and luxury.

Some people are still fighting, trying hard to wake up the sleeping people.

Some people don't care who the owner here is, as long as they can make a lot of money every day.

This is, Great Shanghai!

The songs are sung, the dances are danced, and the dogs are run!

"Inspector Chu, it's not in the way, it's not in the way."

Lao Bai seemed to be afraid that Chu Liuxiang would be frightened: "It's like this every day. It's some little red guys who are ignorant and keep talking about the war of resistance."

"Oh, is it so?"

Chu Liuxiang said lightly: "Although I have lived in Shanghai all year round, I haven't been back for a while since I was transferred to Nanjing. Is the military commander's troubles fierce now?"

"Afraid, why not?"

Lao Bai was also pragmatic: "Originally, Pan Tianhu, the man named Meng left, thinking there would be peace, but unexpectedly, Zhao Yun and Xiahou Dun appeared again, good guys, very fierce.

Inspector Chu, you think this military commander is weird, why do they all have names from the Three Kingdoms?"

"You ask me, who am I asking?" Chu Liuxiang replied coldly.

"Sir, we're here."

The rickshaw driver stopped the car.

"Sir, please slow down."

Old Li helped Chu Liuxiang down respectfully.

"Okay, you escorted me here, thank you for your hard work."

Chu Liuxiang was also generous: "Two policemen and a driver, let's watch."

"Thank you boss, thank you boss."

Chu Liuxiang ignored him and looked back before walking into the restaurant.
Chapter completed!