"What are you doing if you have nothing to do?" Bai Ruolan wrung out the hot towel and applied it to her husband's forehead.
"There is no choice for social engagement." Cheng Qianfan touched Bai Ruolan's little hand, "It's still the wife who feels sorry for me."
"Death." Bai Ruolan gave her husband a blank look.
"Can't look." Xiaobao covered Xiao Zhima's eyes, but he stared at it with wide eyes.
"A man is a big man." Cheng Qianfan glanced at Xiaobao and smiled.
At this moment, the phone ringing in the living room suddenly rang.
Dingling.
Li Zi, the little maid who was busy cleaning in the living room, stepped forward and picked up the phone as soon as possible, "This is Cheng's Mansion, who are you?"
"Sir, look for you." Lizi said, covering the phone and microphone.
"Who called?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"I didn't say anything, I just said I had something to do to find the sir."
Cheng Qianfan took the hot towel on his forehead and rubbed his cheeks hard, walked over to answer the phone.
...
"I am Cheng Qianfan."
"Mr. Cheng, I have long admired Daming." There was a hoarse voice on the other end of the phone.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the last name of Tong, and everyone calls me Zhanggui Tong." Zhanggui Tong said, "There is an information sold to Mr. Cheng."
"What information?" Cheng Qianfan frowned and asked.
"There are a group of great thieves who sneaked into the French Concession and plan to kidnap Mr. Cheng and your family in the near future." Zhanggui Tong said, "They are now hiding in the Tinzi No. 3 warehouse at No. 39, Yaerpei Road."
"Why should I believe you?" Cheng Qianfan said with a cold face.
"Mr. Cheng can pay afterwards, fifty big yellow croaker. Of course, if Mr. Cheng thinks his life and his wife and children's lives are not worth it, I will pretend that I didn't say it." Zhangguan Tong chuckled and said.
"Who are you?" Cheng Qianfan asked coldly.
"Friendly reminder that these thieves in Jiangyang have many long and short guns, so Mr. Cheng is more careful."
"Hey hey hey?" Cheng Qianfan heard that the other party had hung up the phone, and his face was gloomy and unstable.
"What's wrong?" Bai Ruolan saw her husband's face gloomy and stepped forward and asked with concern.
"There is an emergency official task to be dealt with." Cheng Qianfan said to his wife, "You can take Xiaozhima and Xiaobao upstairs and rest first."
"Okay." Bai Ruolan glanced at her husband deeply, "You should also pay more attention to your health."
"I know."
...
Cheng Qianfan's face was gloomy. He glanced at Li Zi who was eavesdropping, but in the end he didn't drive Li Zi away. He picked up the phone, "I am Cheng Qianfan, I want Xue Huali Road Police Office Third Patrol Office."
The phone was connected soon.
"I am Lujiufan."
"Old Jiu, it's me." Cheng Qianfan said.
"Brother Fan."
"Is Haozi in the office?"
"Here, Brother Fan, please wait."
"Brother Fan, it's me."
"Haozi, bring a team of people to Lafeide Road immediately."
"yes!"
"Give the phone number to Lao Jiu."
"Brother Fan, it's my old ninth."
"Lao Jiu, go find Captain Ma and ask the armored fleet to gather. You gather the team on standby and wait for my notification." Cheng Qianfan said in a deep voice.
"clear."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Qianfan sat back on the sofa, his face gloomy and unstable.
He was wondering who the manager Tong was just now. The most important thing was what the Jiangyang thief whom the manager Tong said was intended to attack him and his family?
Really a thief?
Or are the anti-Japanese armed forces who intend to "eliminate traitors"?
Is it the Military Control Commission Shanghai District?
Or the Central Government?
Or is it the Red Party?
All of these are unknowns and mysterious.
Cheng Qianfan even suspected that someone was behind the scenes, secretly monitoring him and testing him.
It is not even ruled out that he wants to use his hands to fight against the Japanese armed forces.
However, he had to take action immediately.
Mr. Xiao Cheng's domineering and ruthlessness, especially his high attention to his own safety and family safety, is his temperament that he has always shown.
Someone reported that the thief of Jiangyang wanted to attack him and his family, and he had to take action, otherwise it would be unreasonable.
Cheng Qianfan lit a cigarette and took a muffled mouthful.
Very passive.
I haven't felt this passive for a long time.
...
"Brother, I called Cheng's mansion and as you said." The little bald man said to Hu Sishui.
"Is it the call Cheng Qianfan answered?" Hu Sishui asked.
"It was a maid who answered the phone, and later Cheng Qianfan talked to me." said the little bald man.
"Very good." Hu Sishui nodded, "Bald, there is one last thing now."
"Brother, please give me instructions." said the little bald man.
"You call another phone to Naisen Foreign Service at No. 19 Baier Road." Hu Sishui said, "After the phone is connected, you will tell them directly, and the agents headquarters gathers personnel and is now hiding in the Tinzi No. 3 warehouse at No. 39 Yaerpei Road. We are preparing to launch a roundup operation in Shanghai after dawn."
"Brother, they are..." The little bald man was stunned.
"That's right, No. 19 Baier Road is a secret site in the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission. We have been secretly surveillance for several days." Hu Sishui said.
The secret station of the Military Control Commission Shanghai District at No. 19 Baier Road was found by Zhuo Yang's investigation. He had never reported it and planned to follow the clues to catch a net of big fish. At this moment, in order to save himself and to completely muddy this muddy pool, he no longer cared about so much.
"Do what I said." Hu Sishui said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
...
The little bald man ran across the road and put in another coin to get a call from Naisen Foreign Company No. 19 Baier Road.
Two minutes later.
The little bald man ran back, "Brother, the phone has been connected."
"Okay, I have done everything I need to do. The rest depends on whether God is willing to help me pass this time." Hu Sishui sighed and said.
"Brother, where are you going now? Going home?" asked the little bald man.
"Driving." Hu Sishui said, "Take me to the riverside to have a breeze."
"yes."
...
The car was driving on the already sparsely populated streets.
The night is as bright as ink.
"Stop." Hu Sishui suddenly spoke.
With a squeak, the car stopped.
Hu Sishui opened the door and got off the bus first.
He lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, stood at the door of the cab, and said.
"Bald, get off the car and accompany my elder brother to relax." Hu Sishui said.
"Yes, brother."
The little bald man got out of the car.
Hu Sishui touched his body, "Bald, I didn't bring the fire. I have a lighter in the car. Please help me get it."
"Yes, brother."
The little bald man opened the rear door, bent down, leaned in to look for a lighter.
At this moment, Hu Sishui covered his mouth from behind, and at the same time, a sharp dagger slashed his neck hard.
"Bald, you said that you can die for the eldest brother." Hu Sishui pulled the little bald man back to prevent blood from splattering into the car.
The dagger in his hand quickly and forcefully stabbed the little bald man's neck wildly, "You are willing to die for your elder brother, I am very happy. Brother, I will satisfy your wish."
The little bald man struggled hard, but soon stopped moving.
Hu Sishui let go of his hand and saw the little bald man leaning on the ground. He was still worried and repaired several daggers at his heart.
Then, he looked at the little bald man who was already dead and could not die anymore, took out a lighter from his body, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath, clamped the cigarette with his fingers, and blew the ash on the little bald man. He sighed, "Bald, you are alive, your brother won't be able to sleep."
Chapter completed!