Chapter 617 Search and Monitoring

The next day, Wang Yan, who was full of energy and refreshed, got up from the entanglement of four arms and four legs, washed up, licked his slicked-back hair, put on his fragrant clothes, took out his wallet, took out four fifty-dollar bills and put them on the bedside table, and then left the room without hesitation.

Because the hundred-dollar bills are not easy to spend and are not very common, fifty, twenty, etc. are more popular. Wang Yan generously gave one hundred to each person, almost one or two taels of gold per person, to maintain his lustful, romantic, and gullible personality. After all, he gave fifty dollars to the little beggar, and the two women who slept with him, that couldn't be less.

In fact, it was not easy for him to maintain such a personality. He had been busy for ten years. Among these women who approached him, some were for pleasure, some for money, and some for information. It was very energy-consuming for him to deal with them.

This was a necessary cover identity. After all, if he had no problems, he would have been killed long ago. Because at this time, everyone has problems. Whoever has no problems has problems, and that person deserves to die. Wang Yan is in the upper circle of Shanghai, where there are many people who are full of debauchery and revelry. There is no good person in him.

Going downstairs, most of the men he met along the way were in the same situation. Those who knew each other smiled knowingly. After having breakfast in the dining room on the first floor and leaving the gate of Paramount, these people have become big names in Shanghai.

He Shaohong, Fang Yuantu, and Zhang Xian had left last night. They are all married people. Although they are not good people, they are all players who only have three or two minutes. It is useless to stay overnight...

Wang Yan has a table by himself, eating all kinds of exquisite breakfasts and reading the latest issue of newspapers. Where is the war going, what is the situation of the war, who is talking to the Japanese, the Red Party publishes a morale-boosting commentary, what big man died in an accident, and what scandal is going on about a Shanghai star. A thick stack of newspapers from various households, from the international situation to the domestic war, to where the people are living in misery and suffering, and where the people are singing and dancing every night.

The so-called romance of the Republic of China is all in the roar of the unyielding Chinese nation shown in those lines of cold text.

Under such circumstances, the appearance of Ichiro Muramoto seems particularly disgusting. But obviously, Ichiro Muramoto didn't have such awareness. He smiled and said, "Inspector Wang has a really good appetite. He eats so much by himself."

"Even if I can't eat it all, I have to fill the table, because I have a good appetite only when I see so many things. I have made so much money. If I don't find a chance to spend it and enjoy it, what if I get killed someday, wouldn't it be a bargain for others?" Wang Yan glanced at him and said, "I just went downstairs to have breakfast, and you sat in front of me. It seems that you Japanese have a lot of spies."

"No, no, no, it's because you are too famous, and too many people know you. Your whereabouts have never been a secret."

Wang Yan snorted, took a bite of the wonton, stuffed the bun into his mouth, and muttered, "About the previous What did you come up with regarding the compensation for those goods? "

Muramoto Ichiro came here for this matter, of course. He said with a serious face: "You also know how valuable those goods are. There are so many places to spend money, and we can't spare so much money to compensate you and the French. But we have discussed and can let you sell a few more batches of banned drugs such as sulfonamide to compensate for your losses. After that, you can no longer sell such drugs. In addition, we will give you another 30,000 US dollars, and you can use this money to satisfy the French who you think should be satisfied. What do you think?"

It was not beyond Wang Yan's expectations. Not to mention that the Japanese government in Shanghai is now poor, even if they have money, they will not pay. This is an inevitable choice. So it became inevitable to let them sell the sulfonamide that they have been selling reluctantly. Because sulfonamide is an antibiotic, in the era before penicillin came out, sulfonamide was used to save lives. The wounded soldiers on the battlefield needed a lot of sulfonamide. This kind of medicine is of great value and has good sales. You can make a lot of money by selling it a few times.

"Fifty thousand."

"No problem." Ichiro Muramoto nodded readily, took out a brown paper bag from the bag he brought and put it on the table: "It's all here, it's our little gift, to satisfy you and the French."

Wang Yan smiled: "Since it's a cooperation, I can't just take the benefits without doing anything. Egg told me that they have already made up their minds about your detention of goods from the United States, Britain and France. They said they are negotiating with the National Army on weapons assistance. They will jointly provide the National Army with a batch of advanced weapons and equipment, military supplies, and will also send professionals to teach the National Army soldiers how to use them in combat."

"Although we already knew the news in advance, we still thank you for your help." Ichiro Muramoto was not dissatisfied at all, but was proud of their intelligence system.

The Japanese intelligence system is indeed very good. They have been deliberately developing for many years and are willing to spend money. How can it be bad? There are many factions, such as Iwai Mansion, Special High Section, Mei Agency, etc. Some belong to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, some to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, some to the Japanese Army, and some to the Navy, etc. They all serve their own interest groups, so their internal struggles are actually very fierce.

Wang Yan nodded: "Then please go ahead. If there is any new situation in the future, I will call you."

Ichiro Muramoto was embarrassed. He thought Wang Yan would invite him to have a sumptuous breakfast together. After all, don't Chinese people like these hypocritical politenesses? But when he met someone who was not hypocritical and asked him to leave directly, he could only endure the unhappiness in his heart and politely stood up and left.

Wang Yan ate for a while, then waved to the waiter to calculate the total cost. He Shaohong and others did not settle accounts on their own initiative. Sometimes this behavior is a good thing, and sometimes it is a bad thing. As a well-known money-spreading boy, Wang Yan never let his subordinates spend money.

After calculating the money, Wang Yan took the brown paper bag and drove out of Paramount amid the cordial farewells from the waiters.

There were all kinds of messy food on the table where he was dining, and a few waiters skillfully cleared them up amidst the voices of other diners talking. Some of them secretly kept some for themselves, or took them home to feed their families. The rest were given to a group of gray-faced little beggars who had been waiting eagerly opposite Paramount.

They all think that Wang Yan is a famous fool, but they also say that Captain Wang is a good man with a kind heart...

After returning to the arresting room and signing in, Wang Yan put on his police uniform and first took the money to see him off. Little Japan gave him money and asked him to give it to the French, so he would give it to the French. Of course, the money was not much, but the money that showed the attitude of the Japanese was very popular with the arrogant French. They also know that it is impossible to get back the previous money, and it is the best result to be able to make up for it. Now it is just an extra sum, which is very good.

After all, the same sentence remains: they are making money for France as well as themselves here. As long as these two points are met, what secrets can there be?

The conflict between the French and the Japanese lay in French Indochina, which later became Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, including the Guangzhou Bay area ceded by the Qing Dynasty. This is France's largest colony in the Far East. In comparison, those concessions in China are not worth mentioning, and the benefits are even worse. Similarly, the British colonies are also in Nanyang, and the interests of the United States are also in Nanyang.

The game between the Japanese and Britain, the United States and France has never been about just Shanghai.

The selfish nature of people determines that the French in Shanghai, the French in Indochina, and the French in France are three groups. Under the large common interests, there are small interest groups...

But those things had little to do with Wang Yan. It was enough for him to understand the situation in Shanghai. After giving different amounts of money to several French people and telling them what the Japanese meant, he went to Chen Jiangliu.

As a detective, naturally no one would check Chen Jiangliu's attendance. As long as the French could find him or his subordinates could find him when they had important matters, then no one would care about him.

But perhaps because he was leaving, Chen Jiangliu, who rarely worked in the prison house in the past, always came early in the past two days and left last.

Seeing Wang Yan open the door and come in, he laughed happily after having received the gold bars yesterday: "Ayan, you don't blame me, do you?"

"What did the detective say? It's just fifty gold bars. I should pay for your passage to Hong Kong Island. Even if you don't tell me, with your care for me over the years, I still have to give it with both hands."

"It's because I'm old and my eyelids are shallow." Chen Jiangliu shook his head and sighed, took a puff of his cigar, blew out the smoke and asked, "How is it, have everything been arranged?"

"What's the problem?" Wang Yan asked confidently, and leisurely took out the old knife and lit it.

Chen Jiangliu was stunned for a moment, nodded and smiled: "Yeah, what's the problem? You belong to my position. To be honest, Ayan, I know you can take me down long ago. Why don't you sit on it yourself? Are you willing to serve as captain under me for so many years?”

"Everything beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. I have never heard of a Chinese detective in his twenties. In these years, I have been in the limelight doing business with foreigners. I am not bad at fame and fortune. There is no need to carry this burden. It’s really not okay to have a bad reputation and be involved in various forces.”

"Aren't you involved now?"

"Yes, you are still sober and willing to retreat."

"I'm just old. If I were the same age as you, what wouldn't I dare to do? Now the Japanese are forcing me, the Kuomintang is intimidating me, and the Red Party is even more ruthless, killing people silently, and the prestige in the gang is It’s not as good as before. In this situation, if I don’t leave immediately and live a peaceful life in a few years, what are you waiting for?”

So he did reject the Japanese, but he actually had no choice, because if he agreed, he would definitely die. If he didn't agree, he would abdicate and let someone who agreed come forward, and he would still be alive.

But he overestimated the Japanese people's generosity, and also overestimated Wang Yan's tolerance. If the Japanese didn't kill him, Wang Yan would have to send someone to do it. They are all people who have done all kinds of bad things and deserve to die if they are no longer useful.

"You did the right thing. After all, we have a big family. Unlike me, one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. However, I am still greedy and unwilling to give up a good situation." Wang Yan nodded and asked casually: "Inspector "Yesterday morning, you asked the three of us what we thought of the Japanese. I think it was just based on your feelings, right?"

Chen Jiangliu sighed helplessly: "The Japanese are so powerful that China may not last long... One day, you and I will all be slaves to the subjugation of the country..."

People are so complex, and they will make different choices when encountering the same thing at different stages of their lives. Chen Jiangliu is now talking about caring about the country and the people, but just now, he said that he would dare to do anything at the same age as Wang Yan.

However, Wang Yan believed that this old guy was sincere now. He shook his head: "Forget it, forget it, the current situation is like this, I can't help myself, let's not talk about it anymore. Detective, when will we leave for Hong Kong? I'll go Send it to you."

Chen Jiangliu gathered his emotions, pointed at Wang Yan with a cigar between his fingers, and said with a smile: "I think you want to be in a position. Come on, you can buy a plane ticket for next week."

"The detective underestimated Wang Yan. I was not in a hurry to get the position before. How many days can I miss? I really just want to give you a gift. No matter what, I have worked for you for so many years, and you still treat me like an old man. As a senior member of the gang, I should give you a gift both emotionally and rationally."

Chen Jiangliu, an old guy, was somewhat moved. Wang Yan is a reliable person...

After a day of good security and nothing happening, Wang Yan drove back to his home on Julu Road after having an extravagant dinner.

He opened the door himself and drove the car into the yard, but he was thinking about whether to find a concierge, a steward, and a driver. After all, he wants to be a detective, his status has risen, and taking into account his business, it seems a bit shabby and lackluster now. He is even preliminary and qualified to build a manor and call it the 'Prince's Mansion'...

While he was thinking about this, the door was opened by him. Looking at the environment in the yard, he instinctively felt that something was wrong because it was cleaned more cleanly than usual.

Only Aunt Li does the work here. Occasionally at best, when her man pulls a rickshaw here in the evening, she will come to the door and help clean up, and then take Aunt Li happily. Go home for dinner.

Cleaning up the yard is a big job, and Aunt Li's old arms and legs can't sit still. Even if her man is included, she won't be able to do it so well. Besides, Wang Yan has never given mandatory tasks to Aunt Li. They are all casual. As long as the house is kept clean and tidy, Aunt Li will be happy to have some free time and will never do so much.

Pretending that nothing happened, Wang Yan drove into the yard, closed the door, opened the door and entered the house.

Not surprisingly, the environment in the house is also very clean, but this is not surprising, because Aunt Li is quick with her hands and feet and is always very clean.

Wang Yan did not move around anxiously to check, but hummed a tune leisurely, poured a glass of still mild boiled water, and then walked slowly upstairs. At the corner of the door, he looked at the inconspicuous and still existing He opened the door and looked at the hinge. He didn't see a very small piece of black thread that should be there. He shook his head and smiled, and then strode into the bedroom.

After changing into a nightgown, Wang Yan fiddled with boiling water for the bath, then went up to the study room on the third floor, walked to the bookcase in the rightmost row, opened the bookcase and hugged his shoulders to see the subtle changes. Finally, he sighed and reached in. Pulling the trigger, half of the bookcase popped out, and all that came in were gold bars and knives, as well as a few house deeds and a few pistols.

After looking at the swing position, he turned around and walked to the bookcase on the far left. After doing the same operation, he looked at a pile of weapons and ammunition placed in a hidden compartment in the large space. Fortunately, the sniper rifles and the southern pistols we got back were all placed in the space, otherwise something would have happened today.

This is why Wang Yan didn't kill Chen Jiangliu and take over. There is a huge gap between Detective Hua and Captain Hua. If it were placed on him, the gap would be even greater. That would make him attract more attention prematurely, just like attracting the Japanese now.

The house was carefully searched by at least five people, and the only two hidden compartments were found. Needless to say, eavesdropping devices were definitely installed. Wang Yan picked up the phone, looked at the tightening marks of the screws on it, and shook his head helplessly.

After lighting a cigarette, Wang Yan looked at the garden house next to him from the small window on the west side. After smoking the cigarette, he turned around and sat back on the chair, picked up the phone and dialed a few words. After getting off the carousel, the call was connected for a while, and he said, "Dongzi, it's me. I'm giving you a task to find out which manor in the French Concession is for sale."

"Yes, I'll buy it. Aren't you going to be promoted to detective? It's embarrassing to live in this little shabby garden house anymore. Okay, let's talk about flattery later, and get things done quickly for me. Buy a small one, don't buy a big one, I don't have it. I don’t have any children, I live in a big house and I’m not popular.”

"Find me a driver and a gatekeeper. The house is too big for Aunt Li to take care of, and find me a nanny. I have to keep up with those rich people, and I can't be inferior to them. Okay, That’s it, I’ll wait for your news.”

After explaining, Wang Yan hung up the phone and silently turned over the book until night fell, when he took a hot bath and turned off the lights early to go to bed. After a fierce battle last night, why don't you take good care of yourself today? This is his routine. A day of indulgence and a few days of recuperation. Shanghai is famous for taking care of your body...

"I really don't understand. Why did the team leader ask us to spy on this Chinese man? Judging from the luxurious appearance of his home, it's just like what we found out. He is a man who likes money. I heard that he had sex with two women last night. Four hours? No wonder he went to bed early today, he is such an enviable guy..."

"Who says otherwise, Tamura, this Chinese is simply not human."

In the darkness, two Japanese men smoked cigarettes. In the flickering light and dark, their faces showed their yearning for the power of men. They were talking quietly and wantonly, talking about how much money the Chinese man had and how much he could do.

Little did they know that the Chinese people they were talking about were standing outside the window.

Wang Yan, in disguise, had been listening for a while and was sure that the person was assigned by the Special High Section. He did not alert the enemy and quietly went downstairs and climbed over the wall from the backyard.

After walking for a few minutes, he passed the intersection and entered the International Settlement. He took a bicycle and rode to Chengdu Road. He entered the five-story apartment not far from the Suzhou River and rode straight up to the fifth floor. He got a wire and opened the door skillfully and quickly, faster than if he had a key.

Although he did rent this house, how could he remember which key matched which house? It would be fine if he didn't have the ability to sneak in and pick the lock, but the key is that he has it. If he still plays the matching game, then he is mentally ill.

He opened and closed the door gently. After entering the room, he did not turn on the light, but walked to the window quietly, leaving a gap. Then he took out the radio from the space, pulled out the antenna and stretched it out along the window. He debugged it for a long time. When he finished, he looked at the time again. It was already past ten o'clock. He immediately started to contact Jingzhe's radio station to send a message.

"The situation has changed recently. We are no longer in contact as usual. If there is an emergency, please report to find someone. My third uncle from my mother's family has gone to Wu Laoer. He is waiting at Xinyi Hotel outside the North Station. Copy it and don't reply."

Wang Yan simply changed the channel, matched the frequency again, and began to input a long message.

"I will be promoted to inspector. Lin Hongyuan, the old man of the Green Gang whom I worshipped, has surrendered to the enemy and betrayed me. The Japanese special agents asked me to capture anti-Japanese elements and hand them over to them. At the same time, I turned a blind eye to their actions of arresting anti-Japanese elements in the French Concession and agreed to cooperate with the Japanese special agents. From this point of view, the Japanese invaders have completely stabilized their position in Shanghai. At the same time, the Japanese invaders have detained a large number of smuggled goods from foreigners in the International Settlement and the French Concession, which is a move to test the attitudes of Britain, the United States and France. I am afraid that they are planning to completely occupy the entire Shanghai area, or the South Sea colonies of the powers. Britain, France and the United States have jointly wanted to assist the National Government with weapons and equipment and other military supplies, and sent professionals Professor of the University of Science and Technology, the Japanese agents have learned of this letter in advance.

In addition, the Japanese agents have sent women to deliberately approach and seduce me, and at the same time searched and set up wiretaps in my home. I am safe, but I may not be able to contact you at any time in the future. I have agreed with Jingzhe on a new way of contact. "

After a while, a radio wave came from Chongqing with a message: "Allow silence, try to call once a week. Be flexible and adaptable. If the situation is critical, you can discuss with Jingzhe urgently and deal with it yourself."

The indicator light of the radio stopped, Wang Yan quickly put away the radio, and gently opened and closed the door.

After leaving the apartment, something not so good happened after all.

The bicycle he brought with him was taken away, and he wanted to return it on the way...

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