"Brother, I have to leave this matter to you."

"My brother's business is my business."

Zhang Renkui, the old master of Jinghu, was still so heroic and said: "Don't worry, all of my 100,000 disciples will be under your command!"

The old man said that he had 100,000 disciples, which was of course an exaggeration.

However, with full calculations, seven to eight hundred people can still be used.

In addition to the various walks of life they are responsible for protecting, including dock workers, rickshaw pullers, and beggars, it is not difficult for the old man to recruit 3,000 people.

"Thank you, old man!"

With the help of the old man, Meng Shaoyuan's chances of winning are even better.

"Changchizhou!"

"exist!"

"From now on, you will obey the instructions of the young master!"

"Yes! Chang Chizhou has always admired the young master, and he will never be careless this time!"

Since that trip to Northern Jiangsu with the young master, Chang Chizhou admired the young master in his heart.

Now that there is another opportunity for cooperation, how can Chang Chizhou not be happy?

"It's going to be hard this time." Meng Shaoyuan cupped his hands and said, "We'll start taking action tomorrow."

"Understood, young master!"

Chang Chizhou's energy and spirit were immediately mobilized.

Today is May 12th.

There are still 19 days until Yingzuo Zhenzhao flies to Japan with Wang Jingwei and briefly leaves Shanghai...

…

May 13, 1939.

Albert Road, Wrighton French Restaurant.

Mr. Manuel Franks, a respected lawyer, and Mrs. Franks finished lunch, and Mrs. Franks came out holding Mr. Franks' arm.

"Tu veux une voiture (Do you want a car)?"

A rickshaw driver immediately ran over with his rickshaw and asked in a flattering manner in French that everyone in Shanghai's rickshaw community would say.

He was also holding a steamed bun with pickled vegetables in his hand. He ran in a hurry, and when he exerted force with his hand, all the pickled pickled vegetables in the steamed bun spurted out, which happened to spray all over Mrs. Franks.

Mrs. Franks screamed.

Then Mr. Franks roared angrily.

The rickshaw driver was frightened and was at a loss what to do.

The Chinese manager in the restaurant hurried out and asked about the situation. He immediately became angry and shouted at the rickshaw driver: "You are blind, do you know who this is? Lawyer Franks!"

"Sir, I, I really didn't mean it..."

"It's not intentional? Just wait." The manager communicated with Mr. Franks for a while, then turned around and said arrogantly: "Mr. Franks said that there is no reason to argue with low-class people like you, so be it.

Just pay for Mrs. Franks's clothes."

"Ah, do you want compensation? Sir, why don't you let him go back and wash it so that he can wear it again?"

"You low-class person knows nothing. This kind of clothes is very expensive. You can't wear it if it gets a little dirty."

"Then, how much copper will it cost?"

"I'm sorry you, a low-class person like you, don't have much money. Mr. Franks said, five dollars."

"ah!"

The driver was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground: "Five dollars? Sir, I have only earned eighty cents since the morning."

Mr. Franks chattered a lot, and the manager immediately said: "If you don't pay, I will take you to the police station and use your car to pay off the debt."

"Sir, that's not possible. This car doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the dealership."

"That's none of my business!"

Finally, the coachman's colleagues couldn't bear it any longer: "You are too bullying. It's just a little dirty. Five dollars, how much money do we earn after a hard day's work?"

"You little bastard." The manager yelled: "Go and pry into your mother's belly. If we start a lawsuit, Mr. Franks can sue you for selling your wife to a tavern to be used as a cousin!"

"Why are you swearing!"

"If you curse someone, I'm going to beat them up!"

With a "pop" sound, the manager slapped the coachman hard on the face.

"You hit someone? I will fight with you!"

The furious coachman grabbed the manager.

Mrs. Franks screamed in fright.

At this moment, two Indian patrol officers rushed over.

Mr. Franks pointed at the rickshaw driver and muttered something. The Indian patrolman picked up his baton and hit the rickshaw driver and his companions indiscriminately.

"Hit someone, beat someone!"

Someone shouted loudly.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, an Indian patrolman hurriedly blew a sharp whistle.

As reinforcements arrived, those coachmen who dared to resist were both cuffed and taken away.

"Lock it up, lock it up!"

The manager who was punched several times jumped and scolded: "I'll lock them up for ten or eight years to see if they are honest or not."

After finishing speaking, he said to the Franks and his wife flatteringly: "I surprised you."

"Thanks."

Mr. Franks didn't want a piece of clothing to make things worse, so he hurriedly left here.

This is nothing more than a small episode in Shanghai.

As soon as the Franks and his wife left, a voice came from behind the manager: "Lao Jiang, you did a good job."

"Oh, Mr. Chang." Manager Jiang said with a smile, "It's just those two brothers who have to work hard."

"It's okay." Chang Chizhou smiled: "I'm not afraid of being caught, I'm just afraid that they won't catch me!"

…

"I'm looking for Meng Shaoyuan...Meng Shaoyuan, I'm An Guang...Yes, I want to talk to you...Tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the evening, at my house...Yes, I am alone. I know you are from the military commander, but

I'm not afraid of you...Okay, I'm waiting for you!"

An Guang hung up the phone: "He took the bait!"

"Took the bait!"

Ojing Xinmin's whole person became excited.

An opportunity to kill Meng Shaoyuan has appeared in front of you!

"Oi-kun, have you brought the things?"

"Brought it."

Ojing Shinmin patted a box he carried with him.

"follow me!"

An Guang took him into a two-story building.

He knocked on the door, and the person who opened the door was a lame man. When he saw An Guang, he asked as enthusiastically as he could, "Mr. An, are you here?"

"Yes, I'm here, Ma Laizi. This is the friend I'm talking about. I want to stay with you temporarily for two days."

"That's good, my wife is not in Shanghai anyway." Ma Laizi nodded repeatedly: "My friend lives on the second floor. It's comfortable there."

"Thank you, Ma Laizi."

Anguang took out ten yuan and stuffed it into Ma Laizi's pocket.

"Oh, Mr. An, you're welcome."

"We agreed." An Guang said without hesitation: "This friend of mine is a book writer. He comes here to find some inspiration. He doesn't like others to disturb him, so if he doesn't call you, don't go upstairs."

"Okay, okay, do you want me to help you clear the toilet?"

"No need. Ma Laizi, just in case someone asks you if anyone lives here?"

"There is no one there. When the war started in Shanghai, both the master and his wife went abroad, leaving me, Ma Laizi, to look after the house. They didn't believe that they came in and searched. Mr. An's friend, there is a secret compartment behind the wardrobe on the second floor.

, it was the master and his wife who originally hid the things before. I think Nong’s figure is just right for hiding it in, ensuring that they can’t find it.”
To be continued...