Chapter 467 Mr. Cheng’s first visit to No. 76 (Happy New Year’s Eve)
"Hey, you." Peter showed an exaggerated expression. He even patted his thigh and opened his arms, "Isn't this the respected Vice President Cheng? He even condescended to live in such a humble manner and made my butt shine."
"A humble house?" Cheng Qianfan glanced at the beautifully decorated office and snorted coldly.
He ignored Peter and put the red wine directly on Peter's desk. He also unceremoniously picked up the cigarette case on the table, flicked it in his palm, and a cigarette popped out like magic, and then took the cigarette case on the table.
I lit the cigarette with a lighter and took a few puffs happily.
Then, Cheng Qianfan sat down on his desk and nodded, "Not bad, I know how to use idioms."
"Really?" Peter felt proud after hearing the compliment, "I've been studying ancient Chinese very hard recently."
"But it's the skin that makes the skin glow, not the butt." As he said that, he glanced at Pete's butt, "The way to make the butt glow, well..."
"Shut up, Cheng, you disgust me. God, I feel like I have seagull poop in my ears." Peter screamed strangely.
"Okay, let's get down to business." Cheng Qianfan said seriously, "Today there is a batch of goods to be shipped out of Shanghai. I have something to do and I can't get away. You go and deliver it."
Peter understood what Cheng Qianfan meant by 'give it away'.
The goods of "Jiujiu Trading" inevitably involve embargoed materials. Generally speaking, there are two ways for these materials to pass the Japanese army's checkpoints.
One is to rely on Cheng Qianfan's good relationship with Japan (managed with money).
One is to rely on Peter's status as an officer of the Political Section of the French Concession Patrol Room.
"Japan has become more and more strict in inspecting supplies recently," said Peter.
"I've already said hello to the Japanese." Cheng Qianfan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "You should just keep an eye on the place in case of unexpected situations."
Pete nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I'm going to work." Cheng Qianfan patted his butt, "I was born to work hard..."
"Did you go to see Miorani?" Peter suddenly asked.
"How do you know?" Cheng Qianfan asked, slightly stunned.
Peter opened the drawer of his desk, expressionlessly took out a photo and handed it to Cheng Qianfan.
This is a rooftop garden. Cheng Qianfan is drinking coffee with a European-looking man. The two of them are laughing and talking happily.
"You sent someone to follow me?" Cheng Qianfan frowned, his face darkened, and asked Peter.
Previously, Hyōtaro Imamura of the Iwai Mansion asked him to use his personal relationships to contact the German side privately to explore the Germans' attitude toward the war conflict between Japan and Soviet Russia at Nomonkan.
Cheng Qianfan found this Austrian Mireoni with a rather complicated background.
He didn't expect that this person had already been targeted by the Political Department.
As he said that, he shook his head and said, "No, you don't need to follow me. You know my bad things better than anyone else."
He looked at Peter, "The political office is investigating Mileoni? There is something wrong with this man?"
Peter opened the safe, took out a document bag and threw it on the table, "See for yourself."
Cheng Qianfan glanced at Peter, picked up the document bag, took out the documents inside and looked through it.
This man was sued to court after botching an abortion in Austria, so he sought refuge in the Far East.
In Shanghai, this 'famous doctor' thrived like a fish in water, with a prosperous business and abundant financial resources. He settled in a luxurious villa with a roof garden at No. 934 Jing'an Temple Road.
This person is a photography fan, a travel fan, and a sports fan.
This person is also a music lover, playing the cello in the wind band of the Public Settlement and the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, and also participated in the "Hannibal" amateur theater troupe.
Of course, in addition to these basic information, the investigation report of the Political Office contains some doubts and accusations about the Austrian doctor.
"Illegal abortion."
"Trading du."
In addition, an investigation report from the Public Settlement Patrol Room showed that this person was related to an international arms gang that was under investigation in the Public Settlement.
Cheng Qianfan's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
Suddenly, his brows relaxed, and there was a look of interest between his brows.
The investigative report also mentioned that Mireoni had a mistress named Bella, who was the wife of a British businessman.
According to the report of the Political Office, Bella's behavior was inappropriate and unruly.
Mireoni not only supported the woman, but also paid to support the woman's husband and children.
Cheng Qianfan clicked his tongue, and touched his chin, as if recalling, "I remembered, I have seen this Bella, she is indeed pretty good."
He made an exaggerated gesture to Peter, "It's the one you like."
"Cheng, I am discussing a serious topic with you." Peter said with a serious expression, "Mireoni's background is very complicated, and we suspect that he is related to the German invasion."
"So?" Cheng Qianfan asked Peter.
"I want to know why you met Mireoni and what they talked about?" Peter asked.
"He wants to cooperate with me." Cheng Qianfan said nonchalantly.
"Cooperation? What cooperation?" Pete asked immediately.
"Mireoni said that he could coax some rich people to come to Shanghai to gamble, and he wanted to work with me to set up a trap." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
"You agreed?" Pete asked.
"I refused." Cheng Qianfan shook his head.
"You're right, as law enforcement officers, we can't..." Pete said.
"No, the reason why I refuse is because I want 70% of the draw, and Mireoni doesn't agree." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "I'm just a miser."
Peter was speechless. He took a deep look at his good friend and business partner. Now he believed what Cheng Qianfan said.
"The explanation is clear." Cheng Qianfan put out the cigarette butt in Pete's ashtray, picked up the police hat, patted the non-existent dust, put on the police hat and waved his hand, "Let's go, keep an eye on those supplies.
point."
"Stay away from that Austrian," Peter said from behind.
"I know." Cheng Qianfan waved his hand without looking back.
Back in the deputy chief inspector's office, Cheng Qianfan played with the snuff bottle in his hand, stood by the window sill and looked at the 'scenery' outside, lost in thought.
The reason why he chose this Mireoni to "cooperate" and serve as a messenger between the Japanese and the Germans was not only because according to the information he had, this person was a German intelligence officer, but there was also a very important
reason.
Cheng Qianfan found out that there seemed to be some confusion between this Mireoni and the Shanghai Intelligence Office of the Japanese Marine Corps. This was information he obtained from his 'friend' Junji Ono.
He would not let go of anyone who showed seriousness about their work and loyalty to the 'Empire of Japan' under the secret gaze of the Japanese.
…
Two hours later.
Three cars drove up at the gate of No. 76 Jisi Feier Road.
The car in front stopped, the passenger door opened, and a man wearing a French Concession patrol uniform got out and came to the guard post.
"What's up?"
"Deputy Chief Inspector Cheng of the French Concession Central Police Station came to visit Mr. Li Cuiqun." Hou Pingliang handed over the gilded name card of "Mr. Xiao Cheng".
Hearing that it was 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' who was visiting, Agent No. 76 also became a little more friendly and said, "Please wait a moment."
Soon, after the phone call was confirmed, the gate was pulled up, and amidst the salute of the sentry, Mr. Cheng's motorcade drove into the yard of No. 76 in a mighty manner.
When the third and last car passed by, the window was lowered, and Hao Zai threw a Marlboro out, "Mr. Cheng, please invite the brothers."
"Mr. Cheng Asali." The agent smiled and caught it.
Hao Zai smiled, turned the steering wheel and entered the yard.
At this moment, a car drove out of No. 76.
The rear window was open, a gust of wind blew by, the car curtain was lifted, and Hao Zai caught a glimpse of a face.
…
Zhang Lu stood in front of the steps and couldn't help but frown slightly as he watched the French Concession's 'Mr.
"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Li is already waiting for you, please." Zhang Lu said politely.
Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly.
Zhang Lu stretched out his hand and stopped Hao Zai and others who were about to follow them into the building.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at Zhang Lu and narrowed his eyes, "Little monkey, Haozi, follow me. Chen Hu, you stay with your brothers."
"yes!"
Hao Zai and Hou Pingliang took a step forward.
Zhang Lu looked hesitant.
Then he saw Cheng Qianfan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Mr. Cheng, please, two brothers, please."
At the window sill on the third floor, Li Cuiqun opened the blinds with his right hand and took in this scene.
"Humph." A cold snort came from Li Cuiqun's nose.
A moment.
"Hahaha, your junior fellow student is here, and your humble abode will be filled with splendor." Li Cuiqun smiled heartily and welcomed him warmly.
"You two stay at the door." Cheng Qianfan said to Hou Pingliang and Hao Zai, then strode forward and shook hands with Li Cuiqun warmly, "I hope you won't be surprised if you come uninvited."
"Wherever you are, junior fellow students are always welcome to be our guests." Li Cuiqun laughed and said.
He glanced at Cheng Qianfan's two men at the door and winked at Zhang Lu.
Li Cuiqun warmly invited Cheng Qianfan into the office, and the door was closed.
Zhang Lu stepped forward with a smile on his face and invited, "Brothers, please move over. We have arranged for some snacks and tea to be prepared."
"Thank you." Hou Pingliang shook his head.
Zhang Lu's expression froze and he looked at Hao Zai.
"Brother Zhang is very kind." Hao Zai thought for a while and said, "Let's go."
Hou Pingliang was still hesitating.
"When we arrive at Mr. Li's territory, do we still need to worry about Brother Fan's safety?" Haozi said with a smile.
"Brother Zhong, what you said is true." Zhang Lu said with a smile.
…
After drinking tea and exchanging pleasantries.
"Junior, you have such a big battle, you don't have to go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing." Li Cuiqun threw the cigarette box to Cheng Qianfan, lit a cigarette himself, puffed out a stream of smoke, and said slowly.
Cheng Qianfan did not touch the cigarette case Li Cuiqun threw over. He looked at Li Cuiqun. The man behind the smoke seemed to be covered with a veil, making it difficult to see through, and at the same time he was even more vigilant.
"Mei Wuming is in the hands of the senior." Cheng Qianfan said calmly, looking directly at Li Cuiqun.
Li Cuiqun's eyes narrowed and he chuckled. He held the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger on his right hand and flicked the ashes with his middle finger. He did not directly deny it, but asked, "What? Are you here to ask me for help?"
"
Cheng Qianfan didn't seem to expect that Li Cuiqun would directly admit it and question himself in turn.
He took a deep look at Li Cuiqun, shook his head and said with a smile, "I want someone, will the senior give it to me?"
Li Cuiqun shook his head slowly.
"That's okay." Cheng Qianfan laughed loudly and looked at Li Cuiqun. He was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking.
Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything, and Li Cuiqun didn't urge him.
"The patrol room found the Central Government's documents at Mei Wuming's home on Fuxi Road." Cheng Qianfan said.
Li Cuiqun frowned slightly. The secret service headquarters suddenly abducted Su Chende, and because the location was in the wealthy area of the French Concession, there were police patrols. Therefore, they did not have time to search Su Chende's residence, but they did not expect to be patrolled.
Tasted.
"Of course, no matter where Mei Wuming is from or what he does, as long as he abides by the laws of the French Concession, let him go." Cheng Qianfan said with a chuckle.
"Junior, you might as well say it directly if you have something to say." Li Cuiqun said with a dull smile.
"He's dead." Cheng Qianfan looked embarrassed, "Mei Wuming's men are dead."
He shook his head and said to Li Cuiqun, "The senior's subordinates are so rude in what they do."
As he said that, he pointed in the direction of the Huangpu River, "At the very least, it would be better to take the body away and throw it into the river than to leave it there and embarrass us."
Li Cuiqun flicked the ashes from his cigarette, smiled and said nothing, quietly watching this junior's performance.
"Of course, although the incident occurred in Fuxi District, it is not my jurisdiction." Cheng Qianfan said, "My junior brother, my words in the patrol room still have some weight, and I can also help the senior to mediate."
"The most important thing is that Mei Wuming has just been released on bail and now he is missing. This is wrong." Cheng Qianfan looked at Li Cuiqun and paused.
"Mei Wuming's house on Fuxi Road and the property of Damei Trading Company." Li Cuiqun said suddenly.
"Senior, tell me, did Mei Wuming abandon bail and abscond?" Cheng Qianfan paused, waiting for the second half of the sentence to come out.
The two looked at each other, looked at each other and laughed.
"You, you." Li Cuiqun pointed at Cheng Qianfan, "If you have anything to say in the future, tell the senior directly. There are not so many twists and turns between you and me."
"It's too simple and crude, which is not good." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "We are civilized people."
Li Cuiqun laughed.
At this moment - Cheng Qianfan suddenly said, "I want the house, and the firm will be left to the senior."
Li Cuiqun was stunned. Facing Cheng Qianfan today, he had always been smart and in control of the rhythm. This was the first time that his rhythm was disrupted.
The commercial bank doesn’t want it anymore?
Compared with the house on Fuxi Road, the property of Damei Trading Company is the largest.
Cheng Qianfan mobilized an army to come here, but it was just for a house?
This is not in line with this person's temperament.
"Mei Wuming has a woman in Xianledu." Cheng Qianfan stared into Li Cuiqun's eyes and said slowly, "I want this woman."
Li Cuiqun took a deep look at Cheng Qianfan, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This is right.
This is ‘Mr. Xiao Cheng’.
"No." Li Cuiqun said with a dull smile.
…
At this moment, in a heavily guarded room in the west building of No. 76, Feng Man was wearing headphones and receiving telegrams attentively.
As the message was received, her expression became more solemn.
PS: I wish everyone a happy New Year’s Eve and a happy family.
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