Meng Shaoyuan noticed Kong Jianshan's actions.

He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, spread it flat on the table, opened it, and took out a neatly folded silk scarf.

He wiped the tableware in front of him carefully, very carefully, as if he was wiping a priceless antique.

Next to him, Ito Ayako and the two bodyguards were not surprised and had no intention of helping.

After wiping everything carefully, it's not over yet.

Kong Jianshan took out a bottle and a set of tweezers from his right pocket.

The contents inside are all medical cotton balls.

He took out the tweezers, carefully took out the cotton ball from the bottle, and continued to wipe the tableware.

Then, throw away all the used silk scarves and cotton balls.

He has mysophobia.

And it is a very serious mysophobia.

A bodyguard on the side picked up the silk scarf and cotton balls he had used and threw them towards a paper basket farther away.

A cotton ball fell outside the wastebasket.

Kong Jianshan coughed, and the bodyguard quickly stepped forward to pick up the cotton ball and threw it into the wastebasket again.

Pretty hygienic?

But Meng Shaoyuan soon realized that he was wrong.

Kong Jianshan put the wiped tableware neatly.

After taking a look, he moved the fork slightly upward to align it with the knife, and then he sat up straight with satisfaction.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Kong Jianshan not only has mysophobia but also obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Both of these diseases are neuropsychiatric diseases and are "terminal illnesses" for which there is no good treatment.

Meng Shaoyuan knew this very well.

The greater the stress, the more serious the symptoms appear.

There is no doubt that Kong Jianshan, who is on the run, is under great pressure every day.

"Let's go."

Meng Shaoyuan stood up.

Tian Qiyi was startled, are you leaving now?

Nothing happened yet.

Meng Shaoyuan walked out of the hotel calmly. Outside, the two coachmen were still waiting conscientiously.

"Boss, are you ready?"

"Okay." Meng Shaoyuan was just about to get in the car when he saw a newsboy not far away waving the newspaper in his hand: "Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, today's news. The Chinese delegation is participating in the Berlin Olympics... Football champion Li Huitang leads the team

Defeated the Hong Kong Football Team..."

Olympics? Football team?

Meng Shaoyuan has always been a football fan, so he called the newsboy over and bought a newspaper.

Take a look at what the Chinese Olympic delegation and football team looked like during the Republic of China.

"Boss, where are you going?" the coachman asked diligently.

"change."

"change?"

"Yeah." Meng Shaoyuan got into the car: "Take me around all the nearby alleys."

"Okay, boss, take a seat." The two coachmen must have been very excited. This is a big business. If you do it today, you won't have to worry about running out of business for a few days.

The coachman knew at a glance that Meng Shaoyuan was from other places. Those who came to Shanghai from other places must definitely visit and explore the local customs.

Therefore, the coachman often also shoulders the task of explaining. If the guests who are served are satisfied, rewards will definitely be indispensable.

After passing an alley, the driver stopped and introduced us.

The origins, allusions, and people who live in these alleys are unknown to the coachman.

For example, there is an alley called "fenchangli", but its real name should be "dungchangli".

Why?

The people who live here are manure workers and their families.

Later, because "dung field" sounded bad, it was renamed "fenchangli".

Almost every household in Shanghai has a toilet. Every morning from 4 to 8 a.m., someone pulls a manure truck to collect toilets in various lanes.

These hired workers filled the dung trucks and took them to the dung pier to sell them to the dung boat farmers. Their boss was the "dung tyrant" of the public concession and the French Concession at that time, that is, the "dung bag head".

"Wait a minute." Meng Shaoyuan heard this curiously: "There are also bullies in this industry?"

"Yes, why not? Sir, please keep your voice down, it won't be good if they hear you." The coachman said while pulling the car: "Don't you have to underestimate these dungheads, they can make money by talking to each other. They are asking for help."

The contractors in the concession own thousands of dung trucks. They pay the workers 8 yuan a month to pull the trucks. After deducting the contract fees and some tips for the patrol house, they can make a net profit of more than 10,000 yuan a month.

Sir, are you talking about making money?"

Good guy.

Meng Shaoyuan never imagined that this business could be so profitable?

"A long time ago, the boss of the concession was a woman named Huang Huangrong, named Sister Agui. Later, Sister Agui died, and her third son Ma Honggen, nicknamed 'Ma Laosan', inherited it. I don't know who he is.

How much money does it cost? There are more than a dozen houses on Pingjili Road alone."

Meng Shaoyuan was convinced after hearing this.

Make money by exploiting excrement workers, then buy a house, and then rent out the house. The money will make money, and you will make a lot of profits.

"Sir, Shanghai is a world of entertainment. It doesn't matter if you come here and look good, but if you want to do business in Shanghai, those bosses must go to their disciples." The coachman became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke:

"Let's whisper, do you want to spread the word? Casinos have gambling tyrants, cigarette stalls have cigarette tyrants, and even food markets have food tyrants. You have to pay an entry fee to enter."

Meng Shaoyuan asked: "What if I take out food at the market?"

"In a short while, the vegetable stall was smashed, and if no one was injured, it would be a good thing." The coachman said with a smile: "The worst thing is the human trafficker. There is a kind of boy who specializes in selling boys, called 'picking stones'

', a kind of trade specifically for girls, called 'mulberry leaf picking'. Boys are sold to do hard labor, while girls are unlucky and have to be sold to brothels. Well, sir, ahead is Tongqingli, a famous place in Shanghai.

Sir, are you going to play Xiafa?"

"I won't go." Meng Shaoyuan refused.

The coachman introduced him to a high-end brothel located on Fuzhou Road in the public concession, commonly known as "Chang San Tang Zi".

The medium one is located behind the Ningbo Hotel in Zhuangyuan Building on Fuzhou Road and is called "Yao Er Tang Zi".

The lowest-level brothels are located in the area from Aidoya Road, Zhubaosan Road to Zhengjia Muqiao and Fujian South Road, close to the original French Concession. They specialize in receiving foreign sailors, known as "Salt Water Girls".

Meng Shaoyuan frowned tightly when he heard this.

This is nothing, the most abominable thing is those "international passport dealers".

Because the trafficked people are crowded in the cabin, like captured yellow croakers, they are commonly known as "yellow croakers". They use this method to lure women to Portugal and then transfer them to France. The girls are taken to France to dance small foot dances.

People in a foreign country still suffer humiliation.

Unfortunately, these are commonplace in Shanghai, especially in the public concessions, and these bullies are even more lawless.

Chinese laws cannot control it, and foreign laws have no effect.

The coachman took Meng Shaoyuan around for a whole day. From the Licha Hotel to the International Hotel, he visited almost all the streets and alleys along the way.

When getting off the bus, Meng Shaoyuan gave the driver double the fare.

This made the two coachmen overwhelmed with joy, and kept saying that the boss would call them next time he used the car.

"If a country falls behind, its national conditions will be rotten, and its people will not be able to make a living."
Chapter completed!