Meng Shaoyuan has always had smooth sailing since he came to this era.

Whether it was the Jiro Matsumoto case or the Yang Xinli case, they were handled with ease.

But this time, I encountered something tricky.

Not only did the case make no progress, but it also suffered a humiliation.

There is no one more arrogant and domineering than Xu Deshan.

"Captain Meng, calm down, calm down." As soon as Mu Dekai came out, he pulled Meng Shaoyuan forward: "Come on, come on, I'll ask you to take a bath."

"What? Take a bath?" Meng Shaoyuan was startled: "What kind of bath are you taking now?"

"Hey, Captain Meng, tell me, from south to north, is there any place where people don't like to take a bath?" Mu Dekai said with a smile, "In the morning, there will be water in the skin, and in the afternoon, there will be water in the skin. It's a great joy in life. We Nanjing people,

There are four great pleasures, including walking around the south of the old city, climbing to the Chinese Gate, eating wood-fired wontons, and taking a bath in the urn hall. Go, go, I'll treat you, I'll treat you."

Meng Shaoyuan had no choice but to let him go.

In the Chaotian Palace area of ​​Nanjing, there is an ancient street that runs from northwest to southeast. It starts from Hanxi Gate in the north and ends at Luolang Lane in the south. It is an inconspicuous small street in the west of the city.

It is said that when the Nanjing Ming City Wall was built in the early Ming Dynasty, in order to solve the problem of bathing for military servicemen, someone built a series of bathhouses against the city wall. People at the time called it "Tangzi Street".

Because the bathhouse was made of white stone and white city bricks with poor water permeability, people also called it "Jade Street", and later simply called it "Tangzi Street" for convenience.

All the famous bathhouses in Nanjing are here.

Like Weng Hall, Sanqing Pool, Sanshan Bathhouse, Daming Lake Bathhouse, etc.

Mu Dekai took Meng Shaoyuan to the most famous Wengtang.

The Wengtang is the oldest bathhouse in Nanjing. Looking at the whole of China, it is difficult to find an older bathhouse. The reason why it is called the Wengtang is because the top of the hall is like a large upside-down urn, with a skylight at the top for lighting.

, no matter how much water vapor there is on the dome, there will be no water dripping.

The jargon for selling chips at the door is "Lao She". Mu Dekai bought the chips. As soon as he entered, he heard the long voice of "Lao Tang" who was waiting for customers at the door:

"Old—hand over, you two!"

"What do you mean?" Meng Shaoyuan was confused.

"Laojiao means guest." Mu Dekai said with a smile: "Look at this small bathhouse, there is a lot to say. For example, numbers from one to ten cannot be shouted directly here, but must be called 'Liu'.

, Yue, Wang, Zhi, Zhong, Shen, Xin, Zhang, Love, Lift'. The guest's clothes are called 'Dingfeng', and the long gown is called 'Big Peng'..."

Meng Shaoyuan listened and kept it firmly in mind.

After taking off their clothes, the waiter next to them took a fork about two meters long and hung their clothes on the wall nearly three meters above the ground.

This is to prevent guests from losing their clothes and is safer than the lockers of Meng Shaoyuan's time.

When he was taking off his clothes, Meng Shaoyuan happened to see an exquisite sachet hanging on Mu Dekai's waist, with the word "Xiu He" embroidered on it: "Old Mu, this is what a woman uses, and you, a grown man, are wearing it.

do what?"

"The boss is from out of town," the waiter said with a smile, "This old friend must be a public servant, either a policeman or a soldier, or someone who licks blood with a knife."

Huh?

Meng Shaoyuan was stunned when he heard this. How could he see this? Could it be that the waiter was also an expert in micro-expressions?

Mu Dekai also laughed: "The rules in some places in Nanjing state that it is dangerous to eat this bowl of rice, so the wives at home embroider such a sachet for men to wear. The stuff inside is their hair, and the outside is embroidered."

If you put their names on them, if you encounter a bloody disaster, the sachet can ward off the disaster, which means you can seek peace."

It turned out to be so, Meng Shaoyuan suddenly realized.

It was pretty good. I caught up with the first pool of water. I stripped naked and took a dip in the bath. It felt so comfortable and comfortable.

The mood that was agitated by the humiliation just now suddenly calmed down.

"Captain Meng, don't take what happened just now." Mu Dekai was soaking in the water, enjoying it with his eyes closed: "Xu Deshan is that kind of person, unless our Director Dai comes here in person, or else...

He really doesn't notice us little spies."

Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but ask: "Old Mu, what kind of business do you think Henglong Trading is doing?"

"What business? On the surface, it's a flour business, but actually..." Mu Dekai lowered his voice at this point: "Casinos, restaurants, everything. The most profitable thing is the smuggling business.

This guy cooperates with many international companies and earns a bulging wallet every year. He smuggles whatever makes money, including cigarettes, faucet muslin, hardware, Western medicine, and rubber tires.

Forget these, do you know what else Xu Deshan smuggles? Arms! These arms can be smuggled by ordinary people? So, every year, he spends a lot of money to honor people in various fields. What about the Ministry of Finance?

From the Department of Transportation.

Hey, one more thing, let’s talk in private, don’t spread the word. One time I was drinking with Lao Kong, and Lao Kong told me that Director Dai had been jealous of this for a long time and had always wanted to intervene, but

I never found an opportunity."

An idea suddenly appeared in Meng Shaoyuan's mind.

He had previously given Dai Li a hundred thousand yuan, but Dai Li gave it to him without even looking at it.

It is true that Dai Li personally does not care about money, but if Lixingshe wants to develop rapidly, the demand for funds must be huge.

Song Ziwen of the Ministry of Finance established a tax police corps, and its equipment is no less than that of the elite German weapons divisions of the national army. What does it rely on?

Money!

What can't money buy?

Whoever has a lot of funds will take the lead!

The smuggling industry has huge benefits, and Dai Li cannot remain indifferent.

You know, Dai Li in the future will build a huge smuggling empire!

Meng Shaoyuan knew what he should do: "Old Mu, can you get the nearest time and route of Xu Deshan's smuggling?"

"That's no problem." Mu Dekai suddenly woke up: "Captain Meng, what do you want to do? You have thought clearly. If you want to touch Xu Deshan's goods, you will really fall out. We are just little boys.

It's okay for a young spy to suffer a little loss, there's no need to offend him."

"Who said I want to touch his goods?" Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "I just want to deal with Boss Xu, and maybe I can give it to a friend. Lao Mu, don't mess around, hurry up and finish washing.

.I’ll be waiting for you in the bathhouse.”

Mu Dekai couldn't laugh or cry.

What is this man planning in his mind?

"Go quickly." Meng Shaoyuan began to drive him away.

"OK, OK, I'll go, I'll go, who made you the captain?"

Mu Dekai murmured and crawled out of the bath: "Come here, give this old friend and old touch, and call another three or six, a bowl of thousands of bars."

(Laomo: rub the back. Sanliuzi: wine. Qiantiao: noodles.)

As soon as Mu Dekai left, Meng Shaoyuan's comfortable whole body was submerged in the water.
Chapter completed!