Chapter 567 Sakamoto’s impromptu performance (please vote for me)
It rained at night.
Zhou Ru stood on tiptoe and got off the rickshaw, walked across a small road and rang the doorbell of Cheng's house.
"Miss Zhou came early today." Datou opened the door, "The sewer is somewhat blocked, and we have called someone to clear it."
"I bought eels early." Zhou Ru raised the small basket in her hand.
"Miss Zhou's eel noodles!" Datou gave Zhou Ru a thumbs up.
Cheng Qianfan stretched out on the balcony on the second floor, and saw Zhou Ru carrying a small basket into the yard, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
This was the code he had agreed upon with Zhou Ru.
Although Zhou Ru would occasionally stay at Cheng Mansion, most of the time she would go back to Father Jin Road at night.
There is a market near Father Jin Road. Zhou Ru would go to this Yanyanong market in the morning to buy some seasonal vegetables and then come to Cheng Mansion to 'work'.
The differences in seasonal dishes, in conjunction with changes in weather, have different effects due to different needs.
On rainy days, you have to go early to buy eels, which gave Zhou Ru a reason to arrive at Cheng Mansion earlier than usual.
Zhou Ru poured the eels from the basket into the basin.
"This eel is very fierce." Cheng Qianfan came to the kitchen with Xiao Zhima, who had woken up early, and pointed an eel to Xiao Zhima. The eel suddenly opened its mouth, scaring Xiao Zhima into burping.
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"Sir, we're calling from Chongqing." Zhou Ru poured hot water into the basin. The eel was afraid of the heat and wandered around randomly. She stroked the eel skillfully and washed away the mucus on the eel.
Xiao Zhizhi was no longer afraid, and pointed at the eel in the basin with his little finger.
"What did the telegram say?" Cheng Qianfan picked up Xiao Zhima. Just now, an eel opened its mouth wide and seemed to want to attack the bell of Xiao Zhima's crotchless pants. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands.
Zhou Ru reported the content of the telegram to the team leader in a low voice, but her hands were not affected at all. She grabbed the eel that was trying to sneak up on Master Sesame, hooked the eel's head with the middle finger of her right hand, threw it hard, and then
When the eel was dizzy, the kitchen knife sliced the eel smoothly from the head to the tail, quickly picked out the tailbone, took out the internal organs, and washed them twice in the basin, avenging Master Sesame who was almost assassinated.
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Bai Ruolan went downstairs to look for her son and husband, and saw her husband holding Xiao Zhizhi and watching Zhou Ru kill the eel.
"Xiao Zhizhi is awesome." Cheng Qianfan showed off before Bai Ruolan could speak, "I'm not afraid at all."
Bai Ruolan gave Cheng Qianfan an angry look and took her son from her husband's hand.
Cheng Qianfan smiled coquettishly, and in order to avoid his wife nagging him again, he fled upstairs.
"Third uncle has left on the 10th, I hope you will take more care of me."
This is the content of the telegram.
Even Zhou Ru only knew the literal meaning of a sentence similar to that written in a family letter, and only Cheng Qianfan himself knew the code words contained in it.
The bureau has used the ‘touchstone’.
The Pailde Trading Company at No. 31, Taisdelang Road, is affiliated to the Military Shanghai District and is a safe house in Shanghai District.
This safe house was secretly purchased by Zheng Weilong, the former station chief of Shanghai District. However, Zheng Weilong did not know that this house had been secretly purchased by a policeman in the French Concession who committed suicide by hanging because he missed his relatives too much.
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"Uncle Third is moving." Cheng Qianfan thought in his mind, and saw Xiaobao coming out sleepily. He sniffed his nose and his eyes widened, "Are you eating eel noodles today?"
Cheng Qianfan knocked the melon seeds on Xiaobao's head. The girl's nose was that of a dog. The eel hadn't even been cooked yet, but she could already smell the eel noodles.
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"It's moving." Su Chende stood on the window sill, biting a fried dough stick in his mouth, staring at the door of No. 31 Desdelang Road.
A man yawned, holding a spittoon in his left hand and scratching his scalp with his right hand.
"Is he this person?" Dong Zhengguo asked, holding a bowl of small wontons in his hand.
Su Chende ordered him to bring over the wonton stall vendor to identify him. Dong Zhengguo thought about it and bought several bowls of wontons with his own money and invited the operatives to eat small wontons.
In this way, this hawker is really grateful and knows everything he knows.
"Yes, sir." The hawker nodded, "This person is the one who beats and beats Huang Dongjia."
Su Chende was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the words "beat and beat" the little wonton vendor said were referring to Paide.
"How many people are there inside?" Dong Zhengguo asked again. He told the little wonton vendor that they were spies from the patrol room.
"In addition to Huang Dongjia, there are three other guys."
"You said this Mr. Huang buys your wontons every day?" Su Chende asked.
"Yes." said the vendor, "my wontons are very fresh."
As he said that, he added, "There are so many dried shrimps, but I'm still willing to add salt."
Su Chende nodded at Dong Zhengguo. Dong Zhengguo took the little wonton vendor down to make preparations. At the wonton stand, only the vendor's mother-in-law was present, which could easily arouse suspicion.
Soon, Su Chende saw Huang Dongjia, who had just gone out to empty the spittoon, come back, carrying something wrapped in old newspapers, and there should be a toothpick in his mouth.
Dong Zhengguo is also back.
"Brother Su, I found out clearly." Dong Zhengguo said, "Huang Canliang ate a bowl of wontons, and then went to the vendor next door to buy five kilograms of fried cakes and four tea eggs."
"Eating alone." Su Chende snorted coldly.
Dong Zhengguo snorted, clicked his tongue again, and secretly ate a bowl of wontons. According to the wonton vendor, this person would have a bowl of wontons every day. This was indeed considered eating alone.
"What do you think?" Su Chende asked Dong Zhengguo.
"The five kilograms of pancakes are half a kilogram more than the usual weight, which is within the normal range." Dong Zhengguo said, "The four tea eggs should be one for each of Huang Canliang and the three waiters."
As he said that, he frowned and thought for a moment before continuing, "Brother Su, judging from the breakfast he bought, it is impossible to determine whether Zheng Lijun is hiding in Peld Trading Company."
Su Chende nodded. Judging from the size of the breakfast, it was indeed difficult to judge. The extra half a pound of pancakes could mean that someone had a good appetite today, or it could be prepared for someone hiding here.
As for the four tea eggs, it cannot be used to judge that there are not many people in the trading company.
"Should we arrest him or not?" Dong Zhengguo asked.
Su Chende was hesitant to take action at this time. If Zheng Lijun was hiding at No. 31, Taisdelang Road, it would be the best. However, if Zheng Lijun was not here, it would be a warning.
He lit a cigarette and frowned in thought.
In the call back to the Telecom team from Chongqing, they only said that Zheng Lijun might be temporarily sheltered at No. 31, Taisdelang Road, which meant that even if they continued to keep an eye on it, they might find nothing.
However, if they take action here and Zheng Lijun is not in the trading company, it will be terrible.
The worst case scenario is that Zheng Lijun was on his way here, and just because they were trying to scare the snake, Zheng Lijun woke up and fled. That would be too much trouble.
At this moment, an agent hurried over to report, "Chief Su, the phone at Peld Trading Company is ringing."
Su Chende frowned, he suddenly had a bad premonition.
"telescope."
Dong Zhengguo handed the telescope to Su Chende.
Su Chende set up the telescope with both hands and frowned. The curtains in the pavilion on the second floor of the trading company were closed at some point.
It's broad daylight and everyone has gotten up to have breakfast. Wouldn't it be abnormal to close the curtains at this time?
Telephone!
That call that Paird Trading Company just received!
"Do it!" Su Chende gritted his teeth and ordered decisively.
"Try to catch them alive," he added.
...冎
Consulate General of Japan in Shanghai, Counselor's Office.
Jingle Bell.
Hyōtaro Imamura glanced at the telephone on his desk.
He did not pick up the phone immediately, but finished writing the last stroke of his signature on the document, then picked up the phone receiver and said, "I am Hyoutaro Imamura."
"I understand." Hyōtaro Imamura frowned, and when he heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone, he put the phone receiver back.
Hyōtaro Imamura pressed the bell on his desk, and soon, Tsubasa Naito knocked on the door and came in.
"Naito, go and call Sakamoto." Hyōtaro Imamura glanced at Naito Tsubasa and said with a smile.
"Hai."
Sakamoto Yoshino came, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't had a good rest.
"Ryono, come with me." Hyoutarou Imamura said.
"Hai."
Hyōtaro Imamura looked at Naito Tsubasa again. He picked up the document on the table and handed it to Naito Kotsubo, "You are personally responsible for filing this document and will never allow anyone to access it."
"Hai." Tsubasa Naito said with a serious expression.
Counselor Imamura chose to take Sakamoto Yoshino out, which obviously made him closer to Sakamoto Yoshino. It was inevitable that he felt a little disappointed.
However, this disappointment disappeared immediately as Imamura Hyoutarou told him to do something.
Mr. Counselor may indeed be closer to Mr. Sakamoto because Mr. Sakamoto Yoshino is the nephew of Counselor Imamura. However, closeness does not mean trust. This is why Counselor Imamura entrusted him with such important documents for filing.
The most trustworthy expression.
"Thank you for your hard work." Hyōtaro Imamura patted Naito Tsubasa on the shoulder, and Naito Tsubasa bent even lower.
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A black car drove out from the door of the Consulate General of Japan in Shanghai, with a Japanese flag on the front of the car.
"Ryono." Hyōtaro Imamura said.
"Uncle." Sakamoto Yoshino said respectfully.
"Naito was secretly investigating Kentaro. Did you tell Kentaro about this?" Imamura Hyoutaro asked.
"Yes, uncle." Sakamoto Yoshino said, "It was Master Atsushi who found out about this at the Military Police Headquarters. He told me, and I told Miyazaki-kun."
Hyōtaro Imamura nodded slightly. What Sakamoto Yoshino said was generally the same as what Kentaro Miyazaki had previously reported to him on this matter.
He was quite satisfied in his heart.
"Although I reprimanded and punished Naito later, I also prevented Kentaro from possible revenge against Naito." Hyoutaro Imamura said, "Based on your understanding of Kentaro, is there some unwillingness and complaint in his heart?"
Sakamoto Yoshino raised his head in astonishment. He looked at Imamura Hyoutarou, his eyes full of surprise, "Why do you ask uncle like this? Miyazaki-kun has always respected your uncle very much, and he listens to your words the most.
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"I just suddenly thought of this matter and suddenly felt that the way I handled it was a little unfair to Kentaro." Imamura Hyoutarou shook his head and said.
"Kentaro would be very happy if he heard what his uncle said." Sakamoto Yoshino said with a smile, "Miyazaki-kun told me about what my uncle asked about."
"oh?"
"Miyazaki-kun said that his uncle strictly ordered him not to retaliate against Naito. He really didn't understand." Sakamoto Yoshino said.
Imamura Hyoutarou smiled and nodded, but the smile in his eyes was a little dull.
"However, Miyazaki-kun also said that even if he doesn't understand, he will resolutely obey your uncle's arrangements," Sakamoto Yoshino said.
"oh?"
"Miyazaki-kun said that he believes that you, uncle, can see further and deeper than he does. He does not understand because he is far inferior to you." Sakamoto Yoshino said, "He said that the most important thing is that he believes that you, uncle, can see deeper and deeper than him."
His love and care."
"Kentaro, I feel aggrieved in my heart, but I don't say anything." Imamura Hyoutarou shook his head and said with a smile, the joy in his eyebrows seemed to be a little thicker.
Seeing the satisfied look on Hyōtaro Imamura's face, Sakamoto Yoshichi let out a long sigh of relief. To be precise, his heart felt relaxed and immediately filled with excitement.
It worked.
Sakamoto Yoshino cheered inwardly.
The words he just said to Imamura Hyoutarou were all made up by him.
He had not discussed this matter with Kentaro Miyazaki, but he just felt that Hyoutarou Imamura seemed to be very interested in Miyazaki's attitude. Ryo Sakamoto was ambitious and immediately set up a 'script':
He wants to help his friend Kentaro Miyazaki improve his favorability with Uncle Imamura.
This emergency "born" script, when Sakamoto Yoshino answered Imamura Hyoutarou's question, he used his brain to revise it at any time while answering, so as to do the best possible job.
Judging from the results, the script was successful and so was the performance.
Yes, a show.
Sakamoto Yoshino felt that his shocked expression at the moment he looked up was the highlight of this improvisational performance of the script.
Thinking of this, Sakamoto Yoshino suddenly sighed. He felt that his acting skills were only superficial, and he was much worse than Kentaro Miyazaki.
Thinking that Miyazaki-kun was able to play Cheng Qianfan so realistically and successfully, Sakamoto Yoshino was extremely impressed.
He felt that although his acting skills were okay, compared with Miyazaki-kun, the biggest difference was that he lacked a soul. Miyazaki-kun pretended to be Cheng Qianfan, which was not acting at all, but his soul was simply dancing. Huh?
When the car was halfway through, Hyotarō Imamura suddenly stopped the car.
"Ryono, you get off the bus here." Hyōtaro Imamura said.
"Ah?" Sakamoto Yoshino said in surprise, then blinked and nodded, "Okay, Uncle Imamura."
He knew that Uncle Imamura had a geisha whom he had a crush on.
Hyōtaro Imamura seemed to have guessed what Sakamoto Yoshino was thinking, he shook his head and laughed.
"It's not what you think." Imamura Hyōtaro shook his head and said. He glared at Sakamoto Yoshino, "Now go to the arrest room to find Kentaro and bring him to meet me at home."
"Okay." Sakamoto Yoshino nodded.
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