Not only can't I go back to the office these days, I can't even go to Wu Jingyi's residence.

Wu Jingyi was busy enough with the files that she had destroyed.

Fortunately, even though District Mayor Meng is not popular in the headquarters office, he is still admired in other places.

In the several places we went, all the commanders were extremely excited.

What an honor it is for District Chief Meng to come and inspect in person?

His only apprentice Qi Xuezhen is now a squadron leader.

It stands to reason that with Qi Xuezhen's qualifications and military exploits, there is no way she would be able to get the position of squadron leader, but is it possible that he, Meng Shaoyuan, has not done enough to serve the public good for personal gain?

Fortunately, Qi Xuezhen is still up to par, and has indeed learned a lot of skills from Teacher Meng. She still performs quite well in the position of captain of the intelligence squadron.

This also blocked the mouths of many people.

But think about it on the other hand, even if someone is dissatisfied, would Mr. Meng still care?

As soon as he saw Qi Xuezhen and thought of how he had taught her the skills that day and how he had controlled Qi Xuezhen with a few snaps of his fingers and made her take the initiative to undress, Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but feel his heart beat a little.

Stop it, stop it.

After all, I am a district chief or a teacher, so I have to act like a teacher, right?

After listening to Qi Xuezhen's work report, it was quite boring. It was just about people from a certain Japanese contact point, when they went out, who they met when, etc.

Upon hearing this, Meng Shaoyuan yawned profusely.

Qi Xuezhen is his student after all, and she knows what her teacher is thinking: "District Chief Meng, there is something I don't know if you are interested in."

"Tell me about it." Meng Shaoyuan looked listless.

"There is a businessman in Shanghai named Zheng Baiyu. He is a big collector in Shanghai and he is considered a patriotic businessman." Qi Xuezhen said immediately: "After the Battle of Songhu, in order to avoid being threatened by the Japanese, he ended all his business..."

"Tell me the important point." Meng Shaoyuan began to yawn again.

"He has a batch of things that have been in the occupied areas."

"what?"

"Antique calligraphy and painting."

"Not interested in."

"There are many fine treasures among these antique calligraphy and paintings."

"Oh?" Meng Shaoyuan became interested.

"For the specific situation, how about I call this Zheng Baiyu over and ask you personally?"

…

Zheng Baiyu, 53 years old, native of Shanghai.

Wearing a long white gown, he couldn't tell that he was a rich man.

However, it is said that before the Anti-Japanese War, he opened a cotton spinning mill, a light bulb factory, and also ran a restaurant.

"Hello, sir." As soon as they met, Zheng Baiyu said politely: "Don't you dare to ask your surname, sir?"

"wish."

"Best wishes, sir." Zheng Baiyu held a fan in his hand and handed it forward: "Sir, please appreciate this fan."

fan?

Meng Shaoyuan took it over, opened it, and saw two lines of words written on the fan:

"A stone can be broken, but its strength cannot be taken away; an elixir can be ground, but its redness cannot be taken away."

Meng Shaoyuan did not read the signature carefully, but said perfunctorily: "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy."

"Actually, my calligraphy is mediocre, and I can't even reach the average or upper level in calligraphy."

Zheng Baiyu unexpectedly said: "If you just rely on this word, it is worthless, but this word depends on who wrote it."

"Who wrote it?"

"In the past, Nian Gengyao was the general of Fuyuan and put down the rebellion in Qinghai. However, Nian Gengyao was arrogant and domineering. Emperor Yongzheng personally welcomed him back to Beijing. To remind him, he inscribed this fan and gave it to him."

oh?

The fan inscribed by Yongzheng to Nian Gengyao?

"Sir, please take a look." Zheng Baiyu came closer and pointed at the fan: "This is the signature of Yongzheng. It is for this reason that the value of this fan has doubled."

"Good fan, good fan."

Meng Shaoyuan really didn't understand what was so good about it: "This is a good fan, please keep it safe, sir. If it gets damaged, I can't afford to pay for it."

Zheng Baiyu did not reach out to pick it up: "Sir Zhu, this fan is from me to honor you."

"Respect me?" Meng Shaoyuan was startled: "How can you be so embarrassed? You will not receive any reward for no merit."

"Boyu has something to ask your superior."

"Is it about your antiques and cultural relics?"

"Exactly." Zheng Baiyu no longer concealed anything: "Boyu has been in business for generations, and they are all fond of antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Four generations have accumulated a lot of good things.

In order to facilitate the management of the factory, Bai Yu's home was in Hongkou, which has always been a Japanese-controlled area. But I am definitely not a traitor. I have made false promises to the Japanese.

Before the war started, I hurriedly sold the factory, sold my real estate in Hongkou, and took refuge in the public concession. However, several boxes containing antique calligraphy and paintings could not be transported out because of the sudden outbreak of war."

"etc."

Meng Shaoyuan interrupted him: "You said you sold the factory before the war started? Did you know that the war would break out?"

"Yes." Zheng Baiyu did not deny it: "I experienced it on January 28th, and I can guess what little Japan was thinking. At that time, I saw that the situation was not right, so I just acted recklessly and sold it at a low price. It's better to have a factory than to have all your hard work destroyed in the flames of war."

This is a smart man.

Meng Shaoyuan nodded slightly: "Where are these things of yours hidden now?"

"No. 520, Zhengmin Road."

"where?"

"No. 520, Zhengmin Road."

"Is the Ye family garden next to it?"

"Exactly."

"Come, send Mr. Zheng off." Meng Shaoyuan blurted out without having time to think.

"Sir Zhu, what does this mean?" Zheng Baiyu was puzzled.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't need to speak, Li Zhifeng said for him: "Mr. Zheng, the Ye Family Garden is the headquarters of the Japanese Military Police in Shanghai. This is tantamount to smuggling things out under the eyes of the Japanese. The danger is too great. ."

"This is not the most dangerous thing." Zheng Baiyu said: "The most dangerous thing is that now the place where I hide my things has become the warehouse and... interrogation room of the Japanese military police..."

"Send me off to Mr. Zheng." Meng Shaoyuan put the fan on the table respectfully: "Mr. Zheng, walk slowly. If you don't want to send it off, someone will bring a few kilograms of fruit to Mr. Zheng."

"Wait a minute, Sir Zhu." Zheng Baiyu had no intention of leaving at all: "If it were not so dangerous, Bai Yu would not be able to find Sir Zhu. Although this batch of things has not been discovered by the Japanese for the time being, but in case... ...I will not hide it from Sir Zhu, there are a large number of orphans in this batch of things, and once they fall into the hands of the Japanese, it will be a loss to the country and the nation."

Meng Shaoyuan remained silent.

What he knew was that throughout the Anti-Japanese War, the Japanese plundered a large number of precious cultural relics from China.

You must never let something like this happen in your own hands.

But the problem is, it's too dangerous.

Want to smuggle these cultural relics away under the noses of the Japanese?

Almost too slim.

"Sir Zhu, my idea is this." Zheng Baiyu took a lot of effort to say: "I would rather have jade broken than complete. If there is no way to transport this batch of things, then I might as well destroy them!"
Chapter completed!