In the Yamato Hotel, in room 305, a short middle-aged man, only less than 16.5 meters tall, was sitting at the table, drinking coffee brought by the person below and listening to the wonderful Japanese music.
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From time to time, his own brain shook, as if the whole world was immersed in the sound of music.
Opposite him, several assistants were standing there with bows and hands hanging down, looking obedient. They even looked at Shimizu Kaichi, but they didn't dare to look at each other directly.
He looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, but he is actually in his fifties, but he is well-maintained and does not look young.
Who would have thought that a middle-aged man of this age would actually be an economic expert in Japan.
Outside his room, there were at least eight plainclothes guards in black suits standing guard outside the door. On the other side, and even downstairs, there were Japanese military police everywhere.
It can be said that there is one post at every five steps and one sentry at every ten steps.
Moreover, the entire Yamato Hotel, including the chefs and waiters, has been replaced by military police personnel from the original staff. It has been completely replaced from inside to outside.
Of course, there are still a few sudden presences in the kitchen, such as high-level Japanese cuisine chefs, but they are all closely monitored.
Any irregularities will be brutally suppressed.
Outside the Yamato Hotel, when it was still five meters away from the hotel, no pedestrians were allowed to approach, and the security work was quite in place.
It's just that the confidentiality work is a bit poor.
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"What are you talking about? An important Japanese person has come to the Yamato Hotel, and now it is completely sealed off and no outsiders are allowed to enter?"
Li Changchun looked at the report that his men had just received, and a look of shock flashed across his face. After all, the Japanese's aggressive actions could easily arouse the suspicion of many people.
Even Li Changchun never thought about the purpose of the Japanese doing this. It seemed to be completely different from their usual actions.
"Webmaster, this is the telegram just sent from Chongqing this morning. A Japanese economic expert named Shimizu Kaichi came to Shanghai. The headquarters requested assassination!"
"Assassination of economic expert Shimizu Kaichi?"
Li Changchun took the telegram, glanced at it casually, and exclaimed in surprise.
"Why should this economic expert be assassinated? Isn't this going to cause trouble?"
Li Changchun looked at the small telegraph newspaper in front of him, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.
But he continued to read, and he decided to read the telegram. If he didn't read it, it would affect his correct judgment.
The content of the message is not long, it can even be said to be extremely short, only sixteen words.
Qingshui Jiayi, an expert on economics and China, dedicated his life to becoming a benevolent person.
Looking at the sixteen words, it is obvious that he has realized that this is an absolute powerhouse in the economic field, and he can even directly implement new economic policies towards China through these economic fields.
The Japanese have implemented many economic policies towards China, and it is very likely that the mastermind behind them is this expert Shimizu Kaichi. If he is really such a person, then the Japanese cannot protect him enough.
Experts, especially China economic experts, that is quite scary.
Li Changchun let out a long sigh, and then began to think about what to do next.
Although there seem to be dozens of them at the Shanghai Naval Command Station now, there are not many real action experts, and most of the rest are just thugs.
"Come here, please check for me. Is there any chance of getting in at the Yamato Hotel?"
"yes!"
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In the backyard of the Liu family's small courtyard, Zhang Tianhao got up at 7:30 in the morning, and now he is exercising there. After all, he was still too tired from last night.
The story of a man and seven women really happened here.
Even if he is an iron man, he still needs time to rest, so he was tortured for a whole night.
It wasn't until about five o'clock in the morning that he really had no energy to play poker and had to stop.
At half past seven, he got up on time. Relatively speaking, two and a half hours of rest was enough for him to fully recover. And his physical fatigue was not relieved by drinking a large amount of precious medicinal soup that he had kept.
any impact.
"It seems that all the money will be processed today!"
"By the way, I still have to go to school. Damn it, there seems to be a lot to do today!"
When he thought about it, he had to meet Qian Jun, a subordinate who was now as thin as a monkey. He had always maintained a slightly fat and slim figure before.
However, Zhang Tianhao had been locked up in an underground apartment for almost two months. Even though he drank and was in a daze all day long, he still lost a lot of weight.
"Master, get up!"
At this time, Qiao Ji saw Zhang Tianhao exercising in the backyard, and couldn't help laughing, and followed Zhang Tianhao to exercise together.
At least they still look similar.
"By the way, Master, I just went out this morning to inquire and found out that the Japanese really stayed at the Yamato Hotel. It turned out that there was one of our waiters there, and now he is also on leave for three days."
"It's a three-day holiday. Does that mean all the people inside have been replaced?"
"Absolutely. After all, the Japanese won't believe the Chinese at all, even if they know Japanese."
Qiao Shi also sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile.
"By the way, do you know the name of that Japanese guy?"
"I don't know, she left before anyone left, and all the residents in the entire Yamato Hotel were evicted, leaving no one behind."
"That seems to be a bit troublesome, but I don't know what this person does!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Tianhao cleared up the matter and even went to see Qian Jun. Now, as long as Qian Jun can survive in Xinjing, nothing will be a problem.
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In a certain apartment, Zhang Tianhao sat opposite Qian Jun, who had already tidied up, and looked up and down.
Then he nodded with satisfaction.
"Xiaoqian, you look a bit like you now. Look at what you looked like a few days ago. Do you still look like a soldier of the party and the state? I am really disappointed."
"However, I am quite satisfied that you can change your attitude now. At least the soldiers I brought out still have my pride."
He also nodded slightly, and gave a positive answer to Qian Jun.
And the house was not as dirty and messy as it was at the beginning. It even smelled like alcohol and stink, making people afraid to look directly at it.
It's better now. The room is clean and tidy, with a light fragrance.
This is a special perfume smell. It is some scent prepared by Qian Jun before Zhang Tianhao came, plus the burning sandalwood. Even Zhang Tianhao can't tell what it is.
"Xiaoqian, the situation in Shanghai is a bit complicated now. The last time you came to my place, I kept you from going out. It was also for your own good."
"There are only two and a half of our twenty intelligence teams left. With so many intelligence personnel, there are only less than fifteen people left. If I hadn't kept you in this secret place, maybe even you would
Got caught."
"Even Xinxin and I escaped from death, leaving more than a dozen lives behind. The Miyuan Club has been sealed off by the Japanese."
This chapter has been completed!