Chapter 299 It's an account, and there will be a day of settlement later
Mu Tian left the photo studio and lingered in front of the display window for a while, as if he wanted to find out some information.
He wanted to go to Cailemen, not to drink coffee, but to see Liu Qinghuai.
But then I thought about it, if I went to see him now, I would probably turn the matter into a joke.
So I drove back to the detective agency.
As soon as he entered the door, Jin Hu reported that someone had been waiting for him in the reception room for a long time. He also said that he looked like a Japanese.
Mu Tian said "Oh" and told Jin Hu to go find Fang Gunong to take photos the next day before walking into the conference room.
Damn it, he knows this person and is his enemy!
The person who came was Watanabe Daido, one of the two original Japanese directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau. This guy had participated in the hearing of the previously controversial case of Mu Tian's violent beating of a Japanese ronin. At the meeting, Mu Tian was even ordered to die!
Watanabe Daido has a typical Japanese appearance, but his neck is thicker and shorter, and he has a square head. When the light is bad, his face looks like the "gomochi" in mahjong.
Watanabe Avenue is engaged in the foreign cloth business and almost monopolizes the supply of foreign cloth in Shanghai. It also invested in Qiao Shikuan and Qi Weimin's Shida Textile, and was also the major shareholder of Qi Weimin's Daheng Trading. The land where Lin Xiao built the mayor's official residence was
Bought it from him. Not only that, he also runs an oil business. Due to overlapping businesses, there are often commercial conflicts with Shell's office in Shanghai.
After waiting for a long time on Watanabe Avenue, when I saw Mu Tian coming in, I hurriedly stood up from the sofa, took two steps forward, and came up with a ninety-degree bow.
"Inspector Mu."
Mutian ignored him and sat down on the sofa opposite him, crossed his legs and said, "Mr. Watanabe, we have dealt with each other before." He threw away the greeting card Jin Hu gave him for Watanabe Avenue.
Go to the armchair next to you and say.
"Inspector Mu, please bear with me. There is a saying in China that people cannot help themselves in the world. Everyone is their own master. Please forgive me." Watanabe Daido bowed again.
"Okay, it's an account, there will always be a time to settle the account. Sit down and tell me, what do you want from me?" Mu Tian said extremely arrogantly.
"Thank you, Inspector Mu." Watanabe said, sitting down and holding a civilized stick in both hands, "I came to see you today to ask for something." Watanabe looked at the door and said.
"Oh, tell me." Mu Tian looked out the window nonchalantly and said.
Watanabe Avenue looked at the door again, leaned over and whispered, "I would like to ask your Excellency, Detective Inspector, to spare your time and help me solve a case."
As soon as Mu Tian heard that there was a business, and it must be a big business, he put down his legs and said, "What trouble have you encountered? Let me hear it."
Watanabe Daido looked directly at Mutian, wanting to explore his true intentions.
Seeing that Watanabe didn't speak for a long time, Mu Tian said, "Does it involve privacy? Do you have anything to hide? Don't worry, I won't disclose the client's privacy here. We can sign a confidentiality agreement."
"I believe in your professionalism, Inspector. I lost a batch of property last night." Watanabe Daichi said a little cautiously.
"It's a theft case." Mu Tian let out a long sigh of relief, "Mr. Watanabe, you have to know my rules for taking over theft cases. In addition to the normal investigation fees, I have to collect the total value of the recovered items.
Two percent."
"Of course. Can you please take the time to go to the house to inspect the scene? I have ordered my subordinates to protect the scene. The theft occurred without any damage. My car is outside."
"You can keep your car for yourself. Let's sign the contract first, then pay the deposit, and then we can show up." After Mu Tian finished speaking, he called Jin Hu, signed the contract, collected the deposit, and followed the ferry.
Bian Dao went out to the scene.
The house on Watanabe Avenue is large and has many rooms.
Mutian read it over and over again, asked for a list of lost items, and drew a sketch. After everything was completed, it was already dark. He had a meal on Watanabe Avenue that was said to be very authentic Japanese food before returning to Phoenix Terrace.
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As the political commissar of the Jiaohu detachment of the Western Hubei Reserve, this is the second time Jian Huairen has come to Shanghai to perform a mission.
The last time I received a batch of gold bars, there were fifty gold bars in total. That was the annual GDP of the entire reserve. It is said that it was also donated by overseas Chinese in order to protect the monetary stability of the reserve.
However, I was in such a rush that time that I only stayed for three days and three nights.
However, Big Shanghai left a very deep impression on him. After returning, he reported to the organization, hoping that he could come to Shanghai and be responsible for establishing a material supply base and transportation lines, so that the western Hubei protected area could continue to be maintained for a long time.
blood transfusion.
Paradoxically, the plan was adopted by the superiors, but the person in charge was Qiu Xiangqian. It was said that Qiu Xiangqian had a sister in Shanghai who could facilitate the work. However, not long after, Qiu Xiangqian was arrested and imprisoned, and then was shot.
The purpose of coming here this time is to receive a batch of strategic supplies, as well as a company of surrendered soldiers from the Loyalty and National Salvation Army. I also want to meet the boss of Shanghai's Fusi.
Han Weng is a mysterious figure. He has control over all of Fsky's intelligence network in Shanghai, and only receives the secret envoys of the No. 1 leaders of each protected area. This time, the leader of Western Hubei put an interview with Han Weng on his schedule.
It can be seen that the plan is to revive the former base and restore the previous communication lines.
Alas, good things come to an end. Originally, I, Jian Huairen, proposed this. I had to do this and asked Qiu Xiang to take charge. Now it's fine, and I'm dead. I still have to wipe my butt.
Although Jian Huairen has never been to a big city, he is an intellectual who went to high school in Jiaohu County. He only learned to curse after hanging out with farmers and fishermen all year round.
At this time, he was walking in the alley of Qingfengli with dim street lights. He saw that in about ten or twenty meters he would reach the brightly lit Tibet North Road. He looked at his watch and saw that the time was just right.
When he looked up again, he saw two stout men supporting each other, staggering from the opposite side as if they were drunk.
He glanced back warily and noticed three people walking leisurely not far behind. Looking across the road, there were also several men and women walking toward each other, as if everything was normal.
But he still felt angry in his heart and quickened his pace.
Within a few steps, two drunk men stood in front of him.
He stood stunned, then lowered his head and tried to get around the drunken man.
A drunk man suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.
Jian Huairen subconsciously touched his waist.
"Friend, borrow, borrow, borrow a fire." The drunk man said, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to his companion, then took out another and held it in his mouth, shaking the cigarette case, shaking
He took out one and handed it to Jian Huairen.
Jian Huairen subconsciously took a step back, shook his hand, then took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to the drunk man.
The other hand is always on the waist.
With a grateful look on his face, the drunkard stretched out his hand to hold Jian Huairen's hand, took a step forward, and put the cigarette close to the flame of the lighter.
Footsteps sounded quickly behind him.
Jian Huairen was about to turn around.
Wan Wan's hand was held back by the drunkard. The lighter fell to the ground and the flame went out.
The hand holding the gun was also grabbed by another drunkard, and the box gun fell into his hand and was pressed against his waist.
A black cloth bag was immediately placed over his head, his legs were bent and he knelt on the ground.
The drunk man cut Jian Huairen's hands behind his back, picked up the lighter, lit it, walked in a circle towards the intersection, made another horizontal line, closed the lighter, took a look at it, and put it in his pocket.
A car at the intersection drove over with its headlights on and stopped in front of them.
The two drunk men put Jian Huairen into the car and got in.
The car drove away and the pedestrians in the lane disappeared instantly.
Only the empty roads in Qingfengli illuminated by dim street lights were left.
After a while, a jeep drove over and stopped at the intersection of Tibet North Road.
Peake got out of the car, leaned on the car, looked at his watch, then looked deep into Qingfengli, took out a cigar, lit it and started smoking.