I stretched my legs and touched around me. There was no one there.
Oh, the sisters should have gotten up. Two mistakes and one. They won a great victory.
Those two female fairies...
"Ring ring ring..."
"Ring ring ring..."
Suddenly, the bedside phone rang.
Too lazy to listen. There should be someone in the east hall who will listen. Pei Lan should be in the east.
turn out to be……
"Telephone."
Someone beside me said in a daze.
It seems to be Pei Xue's voice. Oh, she is very much there. I don't know where she is curled up. I didn't even touch her just now.
"My sister listens..."
"His sister went out early in the morning and is not at home."
"What is she going to do?"
"Go save money! I give you so much money, you have to save it."
"Isn't it just a bank note?"
"His sister said to have more accounts. That would be safer."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong tried his best to answer the phone.
Fortunately, the phone was beside the bed. I struggled to crawl over and stretched my legs to pick up the phone.
"Hello……"
"Captain, there is a foreigner asking to see me."
"who?"
"He said his name was Stevenson, and he was sent by Paramount Nightclub."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong patted his head hard.
Damn it. I really emptied my body last night. I even emptied my brain.
Begging for life...
It took a long time to wake up.
I remembered the previous shootout at the Paramount Nightclub. I asked myself to investigate.
It turns out that I hurriedly went to Jinling later, and the matter was put aside for the time being. But the Americans are also stubborn. If they don't specify, they will ask themselves to investigate. They would rather wait until now.
Do you know that you have returned from Jinling? If not, the Americans will come to visit in person. Then there is no way to shirk it.
Everything else has to be put aside. That thing has to take priority.
Are you trying to get up?
"Business?"
"No."
"Then he goes to prepare breakfast."
"good!"
Pei Xue also got up.
Help Zhang Yong put on his clothes. Then Donglai will have breakfast.
The maid had prepared breakfast. Zhang Yong ate a little in a hurry and then drove back to the office.
The person who called just now is Yang Zhi. He is handling it now.
Almost all the others are rough and don't know how to deal with foreigners. Yang Zhi does know a little bit of English and can barely communicate.
In those days, knowing a foreign language was really important.
If Zhang Yong knew the language of the moon, he would dare to impersonate Kenji Doihara!
real.
Shout out Kintaro Notani directly.
He didn't believe it anymore, Doihara Kenji called you, and I dared to continue hiding it.
Mud...
I don't know how to speak English. I only know a little bit of English.
Stevenson, a foreigner, is very tall and has brown hair, which makes him stand out among all the people.
With simple politeness, Zhang Yong led the team to Paramount Nightclub.
Because the Paramount Nightclub had not yet opened for business, and there were sanitation staff there.
Stevenson took Zhang Yong to find his boss Fred.
"Captain Zhang."
"Mr. Fred."
The two sides met, shook hands, and then walked east separately.
Fred is an old man. He is over sixty years old. He is not in very good health and is in his final years.
An old foreigner traveled thousands of miles to come to China to do business. Think about it, it’s quite hard.
It’s hard now. It will be even harder in the future.
If not after December and July of 2041, Keke will be in great danger.
The Yue bandits were so fanatical that Britain and the United States declared war and sent troops to sweep across the concession. Those British and American foreigners who had no time to evacuate suffered a lot.
"He doesn't ask about the process. He just asks for the original result." Fred's eyes were cloudy.
"No problem." Zhang Yong nodded.
That's best.
Anyway, the process of his investigation is impossible to describe.
They investigate the case in an orderly and well-founded manner. They check whether they are acting randomly. They catch people randomly and deny whoever they catch.
The theory is, as long as enough lunar spies are captured, the truth will eventually come to light.
So, I’m sorry, Moon Spy on the beach, we’re asking for grievance again…
"How long will it take?"
"One month!"
"good!"
Fred was very satisfied.
Zhang Yong left immediately.
Of course he couldn't investigate inside the Paramount Nightclub.
Three months later, all traces have been washed away.
Just as I was about to leave, a red dot entered the map. The red dot headed towards Paramount Nightclub.
Zhang Yong watched the wrong party approaching calmly.
At first I saw a middle-aged man, wearing a gray suit and a bow tie, with a simple and honest look.
"Is that..." Zhang Yong asked curiously.
"That's his personal assistant, Mr. Jin Bufan." Fred introduced.
Zhang Yong:???
Personal assistant?
Does that mean he has great authority? And he knows many secrets of Paramount?
Amazing, the moon spies actually lurked among the Americans. So what should I do?
I feel like I’m trying to pinpoint the wrong Americans!
Suddenly I thought of Liu Xi.
Is she a spy? Who did she target?
Perhaps the person she pinned was wrong and was not actually Chinese?
Are they targeting Americans?
Hey, the situation opened up instantly. I suddenly felt that many doubts were solved.
In fact, in the eyes of some "high-end" Yue people, the Chinese are no longer worthy of being their partners. What they are eyeing is either polar bears or beautiful countries.
In contrast, the beautiful country is even more desirable. After all, it involves the vast Pacific Ocean.
The Yue Bandits have always wanted to turn the Pacific Ocean into their own open sea.
That ambition is so great.
At that time, the beautiful warships forcibly knocked on Yueben's country door, which also made many "high-end" Yueben people want to seek revenge.
Under such circumstances, it is understandable that they stepped up their efforts to disseminate intelligence about the United States.
Isoroku Yamamoto himself was not a military attache stationed in the United States.
The subsequent attack on Pearl Harbor also relied on intelligence provided by spies.
At that time, the beautiful country was deeply trapped in isolationism and did not want to get involved in external affairs.
The United States military is now at its lowest ebb.
The army seems to have hundreds of thousands of people?
The navy has a larger number of people, and also has aircraft carriers and battleships. However, it does not care about its own territory. It does not pay much attention to its own rise.
Even when Pearl Harbor was attacked, the U.S. Army seemed to have only expanded to about 300,000 people.
This fully shows that the beautiful country itself is not ready for battle.
So, in terms of counterintelligence, everything is basically empty and red. The CIA seems to be very unestablished? Intelligence seems to be the responsibility of the FBI?
So, can Liu Xi and the others be "high-end" moon spies?
"Captain Zhang. I'm fine."
"Hello. Assistant Jin."
Zhang Yong enthusiastically shook hands with the wrong party and judged the wrong party's financial resources.
Jin Bufan, assistant, lunar spy...
If those identities are mixed together, will there be a fortune of 10,000 yuan?
Shake his head.
should not……
Alas, boring.
There are fewer and fewer wealthy spies.
It seems that I don’t want to move Zhang Xiaolin’s legs as soon as possible and steal his money.
"Captain Zhang, are you free this morning?"
"What are you doing?"
"They have a very exciting show in their nightclub this morning, and I would like to invite Captain Zhang to come and enjoy it."
"Oh. There is time. There is time."
"That morning, he was at the door to greet Captain Zhang."
"Don't dare. Don't dare. Do you need to pay?"
"Of course not. It's all free."
"Oh, that's good. That's good. He will come for free. He will definitely come."
"Thank you Captain Zhang for the compliment..."
Jin Bufan's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt.
Ugly Chinese, haha. As soon as I heard it was free, I crawled here. They are a bunch of boneless guys.
"Then see you in the morning. He will go on official duties first."
"See you in the morning!"
Jin Bufan sent Zhang Yong out.
Zhang Yong boarded the car and left the nightclub until the red dot disappeared.
Cao Mengqi turned around and whispered: "Immediately investigate that Jin Bufan secretly."
"Is there something wrong with him?" Cao Mengqi said at the slightest hint.
"He is not himself."
"ah?"
Cao Mengqi immediately blushed.
Since that Jin Bufan is not Yue himself, then the problem is huge.
Please tell me that the shooting case this time would have been absolutely wrong without his planning. Rapists are often the most deadly.
"He was not present this time. He was not on duty. He was at home."
"Could it have been deliberately arranged to create an alibi?"
"Good guy. He's really cunning!"
"I don't want to be discovered by him. If I can, I'll investigate. If I can't, just forget it."
"He went there himself."
"also!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
If Cao Mengqi goes there in person, he should be able to find out some information.
Even if the spy's concealed identity is flawless, there will eventually be corresponding information. It can also be extracted from the police station.
After taking care of things over there, put Cao Mengqi in the east car, and then drove to Fourth Avenue.
First come to the New Era Photo Studio.
Shi Bingdao was not there. He was at the Social Newspaper office.
He turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly he saw a little girl peeking out at him behind the curtain.
Haha. No, it’s her. We haven’t seen each other for three months and nothing seems to have changed?
Thinking about it, I find it funny too. How much has changed in three months?
When I came to the Society Shenwen newspaper office, I saw Shi Bingdao as expected. Shi Bingdao had not changed much. He was wearing a long gown with traces of ink on his face.
The newspaper publishers at that time were all like that. They were often spilled with ink because the newspapers were printed using very old printing machines. There were not many workers, just one or two people. The boss, Shi Bingdao, also
I'm asking for personal help. I'll do the typesetting and printing myself, and then hire someone to sell it on the street. It's not hard money to make.
"My boss is back?" Shi Bingdao welcomed him.
"Well, he's back. Where are the people from the 19th Route Army?" Zhang Yong picked up a newspaper on his lap.
There's no special news. It's all just short stories.
Shake his head and frown.
That won't work.
Without circulation, you will definitely not make any money.
Gotta get some tidbits.
Nowadays, the best-selling products on the beach are actually the tabloids.
In those days, there was no press control. As long as you didn’t touch politics, it was perfectly fine to be a little pornographic. But whether you were pornographic or not, you had to have some new tricks.
If it were not a simple beauty pageant, everyone would be tired of aesthetics.
Beauties in swimsuits are no longer new.
Forget it, let’s talk about making money later. Where can I grab it quickly...
good.
No confiscation, confiscation, confiscation...
"They are all waiting for me to come back!"
"All concentrated?"
"Concentrate it all!"
“Go check it out!”
"good!"
Shi Bingdao took Zhang Yong to the suburbs of the city.
There is a village there. It looks a little dilapidated, but there are really a lot of people there.