"Please, please, two gentlemen."

In front of the tycoon's nightclub, the doorman looked at Xing Hanliang and Mou Zhiye who got out of the rickshaw, greeted him enthusiastically, bent down to say hello and opened the wooden door behind him.

The two of them strode in, immediately surrounded by the noisy music and waves. They walked to a round table and sat down. Looking at the scene of being intoxicated around them, Mou Zhiye suddenly laughed.

"Brother Xing, when you were in the mountain city, you put your head on your belt to serve the country. What exactly is it? I think they live a happier life than before the war."

Xing Hanliang glanced at the shadow of the drunken figure in the darkness, opened the foreign wine sent by the waiter and poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all, then poured a glass for the other party and replied with a smile.

"Don't mention the past. By the way, what arrangements do the Japanese have for you?"

"Arrangement? Is the agents from the Jinling Police Station's Investigation Office of the new government considered arrangements?"

Mou Zhiye replied with a sarcastic look, and drank all the wine in the glass in one sip, gritted his teeth and cursed: "MD, the group of gourmets in the Central Government run so fast. The people on the list I brought ran away. If I hadn't been the Intelligence Director, I would have had some intelligence value, and I'm afraid I'd have been buried in the pit of thousands of people outside the city.

At the risk of his life, he threw me to the government and ended up being an agent. Alas, if I had known this, it would be better to stay in the mountain city. Even if I were bullied by Wang Badan, the surname Xu, at least he was a director. I regretted it. I don’t know how my mother is now. It’s all my unfilial piety as my son.”

After sighing, he glanced at Xing Hanliang's left leg: "How are you? You feel bad when you are tortured for the first time. I can see that the Japanese have never believed Mr. Ji and us..."

"Okay, don't say anything that is taboo."

Xing Hanliang interrupted him and patted his legs: "Since you come, you can rest assured. You know very well the military commander's power. It is normal for us to be suspected to be distinguished. Moreover, after making it clear, the Japanese also helped Xing find a doctor. It won't take long for my leg injury to heal."

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to say bad things about the Japanese, Mou Zhiye pursed and did not continue to talk about it. He changed the topic and talked about gossip about the pseudo-government. This is normal. No matter which country it is in, the lower-level personnel are always keen on analyzing the personnel arrangements of the senior management.

The two of them discussed in a low voice for a while, and a bottle of wine was quickly finished. Xing Hanliang waved to the waiter and prepared to order another bottle. Unexpectedly, the waiter was snatched by Mou Zhiye as soon as he brought the menu.

"Old Xing, I'll treat you today, so I'll choose it."

Mou Zhiye said with a smile, quickly flirting the meal list, frowned and looked at the price of the drinks on it, as if he was worried about his wallet. The waiter beside him was used to it, keeping a smile on his back.

Xing Hanliang approached his glass with his lips, drank the last sip of wine while glancing at the other person, a trace of light flashed in his eyes, and then suddenly stood up and said nothing, walking towards the toilet.

"Wait, let's go together."

Seeing this, Mou Zhiye, who was choosing wine, ordered a bottle of wine and quickly followed him. The two of them talked and laughed and walked through the noisy dance floor, walked into the toilet, and returned to their seats together a few minutes later and opened the second bottle of wine.

Xing Hanliang drank a cup of tons, picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped the corners of his mouth. His movements were generous and unrestrained, which was in line with his usual personality. Mou Zhiye smiled and raised his cup and sucked it in small mouthfuls.

The two of them drank and chatted, and they left the nightclub drunk until nightfall. Mou Zhiye sent Xing Hanliang back to his uncle's house on Yihe Road, and watched each other walk into the door with his own eyes, turn around and walk hundreds of meters into a car.

"Mu Sang, are there any signs of Mr. Xing contacting the rebels?"

Inside the car, a man in the uniform of a Japanese military police officer asked Mou Zhiye softly. Mou Zhiye lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Master, you have not discovered it yet, but Bei Zhi believes that there is a need to continue surveillance. The Military Control Commission is very cunning. Xing Hanliang is Zuo Chong's friend, so he must ensure his identity is reliable."

Obviously, in the tycoon nightclub just now, Mou Zhiye was not worried about the money for alcohol, but was monitoring and inspecting people and items he had contacted with Xing Hanliang. This former Director of the Intelligence Department of the Central Commission for Intelligence is now all about being a Japanese lackey.

After hearing his words, the master did not express his opinion. He took a simulated portrait from his subordinates in the front row and handed it over: "Mu Sang, this is the portrait of Zuo Chong made by Xing for us. I want to know if Xing is lying."

Mou Zhiye looked at the street lights and nodded affirmatively: "This is Zuo Chong. I have seen this person a few times and I will never admit my mistakes. Xing Hanliang also knows this, so he will not lie on it, Master Grandpa."

"You're right, Mousang, but we don't have time now."

The Grandpa first agreed with his opinion, but shook his head regretfully: "Your Mr. Ji is not willing to wait any longer. The merger meeting between the new government and North China and Mongolia and Xinjiang must be held as soon as possible. The empire needs you and Mr. Xing."

After hearing this, Mou Zhiye showed doubts. The merger meeting was a matter of the senior management. What did it have to do with the two little people who just defected? Before he could ask, the Grandpa continued to speak.

"The Changgu organ in Shanghai received reliable news that the chairman of Shancheng had issued a sanction order to launch an assassination of friendly people attending the merger meeting. The person in charge was your old boss Xu Enzeng and the Military Control Commission.

According to the opinions of the base camp, you and Mr. Xing will go to the meeting in the near future to cooperate with the local military police and intelligence agencies to investigate the whereabouts of the assassin. You have had contact with the personnel of the Central Commission for Military Affairs and the Military Affairs Commission, which is exactly what the empire needs.

So, even if I have some doubts about Mr. Xing, I don’t have time to verify this. Of course, if Mou Sang finds that Mr. Xing has concealed something during the investigation, he can report it to the island city.”

Track the assassin.

Mou Zhiye felt a little sad. He was not worried about the traitors of the Central Commission for the Central Commission for the Central Commission for the Central Commission for the Central Commission for the Central Commission for the Central Commission for the Central Commission for the operation had never been scruples, especially in the enemy-occupied areas, where he could do anything, such as last time he used anti-aircraft artillery to sanction traitors in the Shanghai-listed area.

As the Japanese said, it was the order issued by that person. Zuo Chong's subordinates might dare to use large-caliber artillery or even poisonous gas bombs to bombard the venue. In short, this is definitely not a good job.

However, he could not refuse the request from the absolute party. After defecting, he had no other way to go, so he could only follow the Japanese and go to the dark, otherwise he would die without a burial place.

However, the Hasegawa agency had some tricks that could get such confidential information. It seems that the Japanese also have suspicions in the senior management of the national server. Now they can only hope that the other party can get more accurate information. Thinking of this, Mou Zhiye replied with a smile.

"Hayi, Master Major, I will closely monitor Xing Hanliang, cooperate with the island city's actions and find the assassins sent by the mountain city as soon as possible. Please rest assured."

The Japanese major was satisfied and immediately ordered the driver to drive. The envoy who came to deliver the letter from the Hasegawa agency had already booked a banquet at the best restaurant in Jinling City. He could not refuse the kindness, so he had to go.

These colleagues from Shanghai live more luxuriously and richerly. Sometimes the master really wants to take off his military uniform and follow His Excellency Hagu, but it’s a pity that the military rules are strict.

Not to mention the Japanese who were envious and jealous, hundreds of meters away, behind the curtains in a room on the second floor of Du Mansion, Xing Hanliang looked at the dark night and confirmed that there was no suspicious situation outside. He walked slowly to the water table in the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

As an embassy district and a demonstration residential area for the "Capital Plan" of the Goryeo Party, the villas on Yihe Road are no worse than high-end residences in Tokyo or New York. Each building has a dedicated boiler room that can provide hot water 24 hours a day.

As the boiling hot water flows out, the steaming hot air rises rapidly in the mirror above the water table condenses into water mist. Xing Hanliang takes out the handkerchief brought back by the tycoon's nightclub from his pocket and puts it above the hot water.

After more than ten seconds, a line of handwriting slowly appeared on the originally clean handkerchief.

"Find out whereabouts of Gao Zongwu and Tao Xisheng."

Looking at this line of words, Xing Hanliang narrowed his eyes. Is Shancheng going to punish the top leaders of the pseudo-government? But he clearly reported that these two people were excluded in the pseudo-government, and even if they were killed, it would be meaningless.

His brain thought for a while, and realized that Shancheng might have other plans. The next moment he threw the handkerchief into the hot water. The handwriting written by lemon juice and special potions slowly spread and eventually disappeared.

At the same time, in a heavily guarded villa on Yuyuan Road, Shanghai, Ji's wife and a man were sitting in the living room and communicating quietly.

"Xi Sheng, what are the specific conditions for peace talks between the Japanese? If you are too harsh, you must not agree. You must stick to the position you should stick to. At worst, you can break up and leave."

Mrs. Ji frowned and said, "When she spoke, she was not satisfied with the negotiations between the new government and the Japanese, but she was just saying that the words of breaking up and leaving. Although the Republic of China was great, there was no place for them."

The man she called Xisheng smiled bitterly when he heard this and put down the cigarette in his hand: "The negotiation matter was negotiated with the Japanese, and he might not listen to your words unless Mr. Ji said it directly to him.

I thought it was time for Mr. Ji to intervene in this negotiation! The Japanese deceived people too much and included the thirteen counties in northern Shanxi into the Mongolian and Xinjiang, and this Mongolian and Xinjiang autonomous government would be completely independent.

To put it bluntly, the Japanese are also institutions that ruled North China under the hands of some people, and now they will include part of Henan Province.

Several important railways in Central China and South China are operated by the Japanese side, and the permanent garrison area is infinitely expanded. Hainan has become a little Liuqiu! If these conditions are agreed, perhaps our government can be established, but will the Chinese people agree with it? Wouldn't they scold Mr. Ji?

The Island City Conference is imminent, and we must declare our position and strive for greater interests for the new government. At least we must ensure the substantial unity of the new government in Jinling, North China, Mongolia and Xinjiang, otherwise the merger will be meaningless."

After introducing the Japanese negotiation conditions, Tao Xisheng, who was listed as the key target of rebellion by the left-level reign, made up his mind again and could not participate in this matter anymore. Once such a treaty that was powerless and humiliating in the country was signed, he would apologize to the people of the whole country.

Ji's wife wanted to speak but stopped, but she said nothing. After all, these agreements did not limit Ji's power and status, and it was not "too harsh" for them.

As for the country, it was not the new government that lost these places. Thinking of the rumors about the negotiations between the Japanese and the Yama City, she gritted her teeth and strode up the stairs. Some things must be decided!
Chapter completed!