A Ford car passed the gate of Waibaidu Bridge and continued for about two miles before stopping on the side of the road.
The passenger door opened, and Zhao Yi hurriedly got out of the car and ran to a grocery store.
"A pack of golden cigarettes."
"Sir, the golden ones are sold out, do you want Marlboros?" the grocery store manager asked with a flattering smile on his face.
He could clearly see that this small car had a Japanese plaster flag hanging on it, which he couldn't afford to offend.
"Let's get a pack." Zhao Yi nodded proudly.
Throwing down a banknote, "No need to change."
"Scare the farmers, scare the farmers."
In the voice of the shopkeeper's gratitude, Zhao Yi trotted back to the car, "Chief Editor, there are no more golden cigarettes, Marlboro Ah Hao?"
"I have to do it." Tang Hao took the cigarette and nodded reservedly.
It's not that he likes to take advantage, he just enjoys the feeling of being filial when his subordinate Dian Dian'er runs errands.
"Be smarter tomorrow." Tang Hao lit the cigarette, took a puff and said, "If there is a chance, I will show you your face in front of Mr. Wang."
"That's great." Zhao Yi was overjoyed and showed a look of reverence, "Chief Editor Tang Gao Cai is a famous penman in Shanghai. Even a big shot like Mr. Wang will definitely favor him."
"It's not that exaggerated, it's not that exaggerated." Tang Hao beamed with joy and waved his hand, "It's just because of your reputation."
The driver, Lao Dai, had a smile on his face. Although Zhao Yi was young, he was well-known for being a tough guy and could control Editor Tang's temper very well.
The car was driving leisurely on the road in the late spring of the 28th year of the Republic of China.
This day falls on the 16th day of the third month of the lunar calendar. The almanac says, "Don't use it for important events." It is forbidden to do weddings and funerals, to build a house or to start a new house, or to go out and start a new business. In short, it is not suitable for all things, and it is really an unlucky day.
Editor-in-chief Tang is used to believing in numerology and feng shui, so he is not in a good mood today.
At the entrance of an alley, Zhao Yi got out of the car and waved goodbye to Editor Tang.
"Rickshaw." He called another rickshaw to go home.
In fact, he didn't have a smooth ride back home with Editor Tang, but he just pretended that he wanted to ride in Editor Tang's car, and he used to buy some cigarettes, melon seeds and preserved fruits, and he liked to take advantage of Editor Tang.
This is how a lot of information was obtained from Chief Editor Tang's gossip.
"Sixteen shops." Zhao Yi said.
Zhao Yi's family lives in Shiliupu.
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No. 16 is outside Xiaodongmen.
The original name of Xiaodongmen is Baodaimen.
There are different opinions on the origin of the place name Shiliupu.
Some say there are sixteen famous shops.
Some people say that it is divided into sixteen sections along the river from the main dock to the outside of Baodaimen. Each section is called a shop, and the sixteenth shop is exactly the sixteenth shop.
Zhao Yi likes to study geography and customs. He often thinks that if the Japanese invaders hadn't invaded, he would have successfully graduated from college, saved up money to buy a camera, and taken his wife to visit various places and record them with photos and words. It would have been extremely beautiful.
When he was training at Xiongzhen Building in Hangzhou, he once told his roommate about his dream. The roommate said that he was too idealistic:
You don't have to go too far, just dozens of miles away from the big city, the water bandit and the mountain king will teach him how to behave.
Zhao Yi was a little confused and thought of his roommate.
He successfully graduated from Xiongzhen Building, but his roommate failed to graduate.
Back then, the Xiongzhen Building was investigating the traitors of the Red Party. A doctor in the Xiongzhen Building was found to be a Red Party member. Later, the Secret Service dug up several Red Party members, and his roommate was found to be a spy sent by the Red Party.
The spy inside the department remained stubborn after being tortured, and it is said that he was finally executed.
The rickshaw drivers were running hard, sweat dripping down their dark shoulders. It was not too hot in Shanghai in early May, but some rickshaw drivers were already wearing vests while pulling the rickshaws.
Business in Shiliupu is prosperous.
Before the concession was opened, there was a large area of farmland to the north of Shiliupu. Inside and outside the city, people followed the crowd. This was the essence of Shanghai.
Shiliupu has convenient access to water and land. Ships from the north and south along the coast, from the Yangtze River and from the mainland came in droves. At that time, when the railway was not connected and the land transport capacity was limited, goods were naturally transported along the river. As a result, Shiliupu had the advantage of its geographical location.
Good luck that lasts for centuries.
"Mr. Zhao, are you off work?"
"It's time to get off work! Mr. Qiu didn't go to work today?"
"No! Why did you forget? My boss has something to do with his family, and this business is, well..."
Mr. Qiu sighed and said, he subconsciously twisted his neck, and then he saw the silly big guy next door, and the joy on his face dimmed a little.
The silly guy was working as a bodyguard. Now it is said that he fell in love with Inspector Cheng Haitao from the French Concession. Now he is working as a ring guard at a gambling stall in the Qinggang. He shows off his Mauser pistol to the neighbors all day long.
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After glancing at Mr. Qiu, the 'silly guy' pretended to reach for the Mauser pistol at his waist. Mr. Qiu was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and smiled triumphantly.
Then he glanced at Zhao Yi, and a smile appeared on his face, "Have you eaten, reporter Zhao?"
It is said that Reporter Zhao is responsible for the rice bowl of the Japanese. Now Shanghai and even most of China are dominated by the Japanese. Reporter Zhao can eat the rice of the Japanese. This kind of person is naturally enviable.
"I'm going home now." Zhao Yi said with a smile, "Alan didn't go to the stall today?"
The ‘silly guy’’s surname is Feng Minglun.
"I was tired at night. My eldest brother took care of me and let me go home to rest." Feng Lun said.
Zhao Yi nodded, said goodbye to his two neighbors and rushed home.
Feng Lun glared at Mr. Qiu again, then patted his waist triumphantly and returned to his home.
Mr. Qiu looked at Zhao Yi's back and then at the neighbor's closed door. After closing his own door, he spat on the ground and cursed angrily, "One is a traitor and the other is a traitor."
You're a bitch, you're so arrogant!"
"Master, keep your voice down, be careful not to be overheard." The mother-in-law heard this and was frightened, so she quickly advised her.
"What the heck are you afraid of!" Mr. Qiu said bitterly, "These bastards who forget their ancestors will make lists sooner or later."
"Head of the family, please stop saying a few words." My mother-in-law said anxiously, "Mr. Zhao has been dealing with the Japanese all day long, and with just one sentence he can ask the Japanese to ruin our family."
"He dares!" Mr. Qiu snorted coldly, then sighed, finally daring not to complain anymore.
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"Ah, Fusheng, what are you doing here? Go ahead." Zhao Yi chased away the boy who was playing with urine in front of his house and knocked on the door.
Fu Sheng glanced at the urine mud that he had just made alive and felt a little reluctant to leave it.
"Get out!" Zhao Yi looked at him with disgust and cursed.
Fusheng ran away crying, and soon he heard a woman from next door criticizing Sang and Huai, saying something like, "I am destined not to have a son."
"Are you looking for death?" Zhao Yi cursed.
The scolding stopped.
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After entering his house, he saw that his wife had a big belly and had difficulty moving. Zhao Yi quickly went up to help her, "Yun Hong, how do you feel today?"
Tao Yunhong, his wife, they got married at the end of last year, and now the woman is pregnant.
"It's okay, I just keep vomiting, but it's much better than the past few days." Tao Yunhong said.
As she spoke, she frowned.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yi asked nervously.
"Brother Yi, the neighbors are talking nonsense, don't take it seriously," Tao Yunhong said.
"These people, you must be tougher on them, otherwise you won't be bullied by them when I'm not at home at work." Zhao Yi shook his head and said.
Because of the nature of Zhao Yi's work, his family frequently encountered gossip and glares from neighbors behind their backs.
Tao Yunhong has always disapproved of him working in a pro-daily office, and she didn't want him to work for the Japanese.
I also advise him to be kind to others on weekdays.
However, Zhao Yi knew his identity very well. He was a quasi-traitor who waved the flag for "Japan-China goodwill". Although he did not need to be domineering, he could not let the common people bully him.
"Fu Sheng is just a little baby." Tao Yunhong advised.
Her husband bullied even the children, especially when Fu Sheng's mother scolded their family for not having a son, which made Tao Yunhong feel bad in every possible way.
Zhao Yi is the only child in the family, and Tao Yunhong hopes that her first child will be a baby, so that she can feel more relaxed.
"Don't think I don't know, that damn kid is scolding you." Zhao Yi frowned and said.
I don’t know who the unscrupulous guy taught me, but the children in the alley were singing behind Tao Yunhong’s back, saying something like, ‘The traitor’s mother-in-law deserves to die’.
"When I go back to my hometown next month, I'll go to my aunt's place." Tao Yunhong changed the subject and said softly.
Because of Zhao Yi's current job, my aunt was very angry and said that she would not recognize Zhao Yi as her nephew. Tao Yunhong always kept this in mind.
"No!" Zhao Yi's expression changed, "You've said you don't recognize me as your nephew, so why should I come here?"
"No way." Tao Yunhong persuaded, but in her heart she made up her mind to pay a visit at that time. Although she put down the harsh words, but with the broken bones and tendons, if they really don't have any contact with each other, then
It's really broken.
Moreover, considering her husband's job, she still hopes that her husband can communicate with relatives. With these blood relatives, her husband can still be regarded as Chinese. If the relatives really cut off contact, then he will really not be able to enter the ancestral graves.
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Zhao Yi glanced at his wife, Yun Hongxianhui, he knew that the two families had already agreed on the marriage. If it were not like this, given his wife's character, no matter how soft and weak she was, she would not agree to marry a man.
Quasi-traitor.
He also understood what his wife was thinking and sighed without saying anything.
Jingle Bell.
ring tone.
"I'll answer the phone." Zhao Yi helped his pregnant wife sit down and went upstairs to answer the phone.
About a few minutes later, Zhao Yi came downstairs.
"The food is ready." Tao Yunhong said quickly when she saw her husband seemed to be going out.
"You eat first, business is coming, I'll go out." Zhao Yi winked at his wife and looked happy and expectant.
Seeing her husband open the door and leave, Tao Yunhong's eyes flashed with worry and sadness.
She knew what business her husband was talking about.
Because Zhao Yi worked in the pro-Japanese bureau, he was able to come into contact with some Japanese people, and he was proficient in Japanese. Therefore, some businessmen who were arrested by the Japanese or had their goods seized would find Zhao Yi and ask him to help intermediary them from Japan.
There are people to redeem people and goods.
This was a matter of accumulating evil deeds, but Tao Yunhong often heard outsiders scolding her husband and saying that Zhao Yi was ruthless and evil. Every time, Tao Yunhong would open his mouth to extort business people.
well!
Tao Yunhong sat at the dining table, looked at the dishes on the table, and sighed. She had already lost her appetite due to morning sickness.
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The street of Shiliupu was originally very narrow.
After the Northern Expedition, Lujiazhai Alley and Jisi Street were opened up into a main road, which became the open Dongmen Road.
Many shops for food, clothing and housing have been opened on Dongmen Road.
For example, there are three major Xiang cloth stores, Dachang Xiang Silk and Satin Bureau, Dexing Hall, and Chaozhou Bangfaji opened by Chaozhou people, etc.
The destination of Zhao Yi's trip is Chaozhou Bangfa Ji.
"Room A, No. 3, has been reserved." Zhao Yi said to the waiter.
"Mr. Zhao, please come inside." The waiter in the store naturally knew this reporter Zhao and said quickly.
Zhao Yi entered the private room, told the store owner not to disturb him if nothing happened, and then waited peacefully.
After the waiter left, Zhao Yi left the door open a crack and stared at the No. 7 private room diagonally opposite.
Then he saw Zhong Guohao quietly leaving the private room and walking straight towards him.
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"Team leader, over there..." Zhao Yi locked the door and said.
Zhong Guohao is the leader of the second intelligence team of the Shanghai Special Situation Team, and he is the deputy leader.
"Don't worry, the arrangements have been made." Hao Zai said knowing what Zhao Yi was worried about.
In the private room No. 7, he had already arranged for the dishes to be served. The store owner did not want to disturb him. At the same time, two of his subordinates were drinking wine. Unless they opened the door to investigate, they would never find him sneaking into Zhao Yi's place.
"The team leader called me here so urgently, what happened?" Zhao Yi asked.
"Brother." Hao Zai took a deep look at Zhao Yi, he sighed, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
"It doesn't matter if the team leader has something to say." Zhao Yi's heart skipped a beat. He already had a bad premonition. Could it be that he had a very difficult task assigned to him to complete?
However, even if this was the case, he could only bite the bullet and ask.
"Call from Chongqing." Hao Zai said in a deep voice, "There is a mission, and the director personally selected your general."
Zhao Yi was silent. Although Zhong Guohao has not yet said what the task is, but being able to let Chongqing's Dai Bureau personally order generals, one can imagine how difficult and dangerous this task will be.
"Team leader, what's the mission?" Zhao Yi looked up at Hao Tsai and asked.
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After listening to Zhong Guohao pass on the action orders from the headquarters, Zhao Yi fell into silence.
About half a minute later, he looked up at Zhong Guohao and murmured, "Brother Hao, I will... I will die or not tomorrow."
Hao Zai was silent.
"Is it okay not to go?" Zhao Yi asked.
Hao Zai opened his mouth, but before he could shake his head, Zhao Yi gave a wry smile, shook his head and said, "It probably won't work. The general is in charge."
Then, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette with his trembling right hand, and struck a match three times, but the match stick broke.
Suddenly, there was a burst of flames in front of me.
Hao Zai held a burning match in his hand. The flame was so weak and beating.
Zhao Yi could feel the beating of his heart. He had a cigarette in his mouth, leaned forward and lit the cigarette.
His body leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.
He took a few deep puffs of cigarette, then looked at Haozi blankly, and sighed, "Brother Hao, my mother-in-law is pregnant with a baby."
As he said that, his nose became sour and he turned his head, "I'm not afraid of death, but I just think about not being able to see my baby, about orphans and widowed mothers..."
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