"Has the first batch been sent away? Well, each batch must be safe and must be boarded for inspection in advance. No matter how short our manpower is, we must send two to three people to escort each batch. None of these artists are

Nothing can happen!"

Meng Shaoyuan hung up the phone, feeling somewhat relieved.

The work of escorting these people from Shanghai's literary and artistic circles to Wuhan has already begun.

In order to ensure safety, they can only be sent out in batches, otherwise there will be too many people and it will be too easy to attract the attention of the Japanese special agencies. Although these people cannot hold guns, they are of great significance.

Just as she took out her cigarette and wanted to light one, Wu Jingyi hurriedly walked in: "Director Meng, there is someone who wants you to see him immediately."

"Who?" Meng Shaoyuan was startled: "Mr. Dai came to Shanghai?"

"No, he's a university professor."

"Holy shit." Meng Shaoyuan lit a cigarette with a dissatisfied look on his face: "What, a university professor, asking me to see him immediately? These teachers have bad tempers, who is that person?"

"He said..." Wu Jingyi hesitated for a moment: "He said his name is Meng Tadi."

"Oh, Meng Tadi...huh? How can you take advantage of others!"

Meng Shaoyuan reacted suddenly, "Meng Tadi", isn't this the homophone of "Meng Ta Daddy"?

Isn't this taking advantage of yourself?

Reverse, reverse.

How dare someone dare to take advantage of themselves in Shanghai!

Hey, don’t you really think you are your father in this era?

Ever since I came to this era, my life experience has been a mystery. I don't know where I am, who my parents are, or who else is in my family.

Could it be that his "father" came to Shanghai?

No, no.

Meng Shaoyuan immediately vetoed it.

If a person is really his father, there is no need to tease him with such a name.

Secondly, in these extraordinary times, family members of my own level must not come to Shanghai, otherwise once the news is leaked, it will become a target that the Japanese can take advantage of.

Definitely teasing myself there.

"Prepare the car and go to the International Hotel immediately." Meng Shaoyuan understood this and ordered angrily.

The International Hotel is his own territory, and he is not afraid of the Japanese deliberately irritating him or setting any traps. If this were the case, the insider would have informed him long ago.

Well, don't tell me, when will you really have to figure out your "life experience" in this era...

…

At the International Hotel, Manager Ge was already waiting for me there.

As soon as he saw Meng Shaoyuan come in, Manager Ge immediately pulled him aside and said with a bitter look on his face: "Your father..."

"your dad!"

"Ah, my dad, my dad. As soon as he came in, he directly asked someone to find me and said that he would open the best room and all the expenses would be on you. When I heard this, I thought, oh my god, how did this person know?

My identity? I can’t figure out his origin, so I can only follow the instructions first, and then quickly send someone to invite you. You can go and see for yourself."

…

Meng Shaoyuan wanted to be as curious as possible.

Who is this guy?

He really didn't dare to make a mistake, so he came to the door of the room and knocked carefully.

"Come in."

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was a man dressed as a servant. He let Meng Shaoyuan in without saying a word.

Then he went out by himself and closed the door.

I saw a man in his forties, wearing glasses, with very thick hair, sitting in the living room of the room. He was holding a book in his hand.

"gentlemen……"

As soon as Meng Shaoyuan spoke, the man said, "Are you the Meng Shaoyuan Dai Yunong said?"

Good guy.

Just call Dai Li that way?

Absolutely extraordinary origins.

Meng Shaoyuan was even more careful: "Yes, I am Meng Shaoyuan. Are you my father?"

The man was also startled, and then smiled.

He deliberately chose the name "Meng Tadi" to tease Meng Shaoyuan, who was famous in Shanghai. However, he never expected that Meng Shaoyuan not only didn't care at all, but even laughed at himself.

He smiled slightly: "I am not your father, and you, a secret agent, are not qualified to be my son."

Who is Meng Shaoyuan? He turned his hands to make clouds and rain in Shanghai, and was known as the "Public Enemy of Japan". What kind of person is he? But now he is not even qualified to be a son?

"Yes, yes, I'm not qualified." Meng Shaoyuan is also famous for being thick-skinned. He is not anxious, panicked or annoyed: "Sir, I will come as soon as you call me. You have to tell me where you are from.

Immortal, right?"

"I'm not a god." The man said calmly: "I'm just a teacher. I'm a professor at Tsinghua University, Chen Yinger!"

Oh, Chen...

Chen Yinger!

Is the person in front of me Chen Yinge?

The four great historians of the predecessors, Chen Yinge, the four great philosophers in the century-old history of Tsinghua University?

The young master among the young masters, Chen Yin Ge?

His grandfather was Chen Baozhen, the governor of Hunan, and his father was Chen Sanli, one of the "four great princes of the late Qing Dynasty". Even his wife's grandfather was Tang Jingsong, the governor of Taiwan.

Chen Yinge, the professor among professors!

When he was 36 years old, he was known as one of the "Three Giants of Tsinghua University". He never took away from others' wisdom in his lectures. He once said: "I don't talk about what my predecessors have said; I don't talk about what my recent colleagues have said; foreigners don't talk about it.

I won’t talk about what I have said before; I won’t talk about what I have said in the past. Now I only talk about what no one has said before.”

Therefore, the classroom where Chen Yinke teaches is always full, half of them are students and half of them are teachers who come here because of their reputation. Even famous professors like Zhu Ziqing, Feng Youlan, and Wu Mi listen to his lectures without skipping a beat.

These were not the things Meng Shaoyuan admired the most, but what impressed him the most was that after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the Japanese army approached Pingjin. Chen Yinke's father, Chen Sanli, went on a hunger strike in anger and died suddenly.

He himself later stayed in Hong Kong for a long time. After the Japanese army occupied Hong Kong, they broke into his home.

This big boss cursed loudly in Kyoto with a pure Japanese aristocratic accent. The leading officer bowed and apologized and left in embarrassment.

Just kidding, he is a wizard who is proficient in eight languages.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't expect that the person he was looking for would be Chen Yinge. Meng Shaoyuan had always respected such a scholar, especially a scholar with integrity.

It stands to reason that Meng Shaoyuan himself is also a psychologist, proficient in English and Japanese, and has good knowledge, but in front of Chen Yinge, he is not worth mentioning at all.

Facing this "young master among gentlemen, professor among professors", Meng Shaoyuan said politely: "Professor Chen, I didn't expect you to come to Shanghai in person. If there is anything I can do, please give me your orders."

"My wife and I got married in Shanghai, in the 17th year of the Republic of China." Chen Yinge put down the book in his hand: "The next year I went to Peking to teach, and I haven't been to Shanghai in almost ten years.

When the Anti-Japanese War broke out, I went to Kunming with Tsinghua University. This time, Oxford University in the UK invited me to go. Before I left, Dai Yunong didn’t know how he knew about it. He rushed from Chongqing to Kunming and told me that the journey was difficult. If I couldn’t go to the UK temporarily,

, you might as well transfer to Shanghai first, and then go to Hong Kong to live temporarily, instead of going to the UK by any other means. Unexpectedly, Dai Yunong’s words really became a prophecy.”

Meng Shaoyuan understood immediately: "Professor Chen, Mr. Dai also said that after arriving in Shanghai, just come to me and let me be responsible for your life in Shanghai and find ways to arrange for you to go to Hong Kong?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." Chen Yinge nodded: "Dai Yunong also told me about this International Hotel. The environment is not bad, and it is much brighter and brighter than the place I live in Kunming."

Meng Shaoyuan also knew that although he had been homeless for most of his life, his family background was there, and he had been accustomed to fine clothes and fine food since he was a child. What kind of scene had he not seen?

He respects Chen Yinge himself, and with Mr. Dai's instructions, he is even more polite in his words: "Professor Chen, if you need anything in Shanghai, just ask for it. Look, it's almost time for dinner. I'll give it to you."

Ready to go, do you have anything you want to eat?"

"Be casual, as long as you can fill your stomach. In Kunming, you often feel hungry." Chen Yinger thought for a moment: "Really speaking, when I was in Shanghai, I had a delicious herring lung, and paper.

Fried chicken, please see if there is any left."

Black carp has bald lungs?

Sounds like herring innards? Fried chicken is even simpler.

Meng Shaoyuan had no time to think: "That's easy, I'll prepare it for you."

…

"Ah? Simple?" Manager Ge's eyes widened when he heard the two dishes. He wanted to have a good argument with Meng Shaoyuan: "Boss Meng, do you know how to make this herring bald lung dish?"

"I don't know, I'm not a chef, how do I know?"

"You really dare to promise others. Herring bald lung, which is an original dish created by Shanghai Lao Zhengxing at that time. Bald lung uses the liver of herring and cooks it with bamboo shoot slices, green onions, ginger, rice wine, soy sauce, and sugar.

"

"It's easy to handle."

"Easy to handle?" Manager Ge couldn't laugh or cry: "In the past, just for herring, Lao Zhengxing's chef had to choose more than ten kilograms of herring, plus his own unique cooking techniques, let alone a master who could cook it, even ten kilograms

I don’t have anywhere to look for the above herrings.”

Manager Ge became more and more angry as he talked: "There is also paper-wrapped fried chicken. The dish itself is not difficult to make. Paper-wrapped fried chicken, as the name suggests, is to wrap the whole chicken in paper and fry it. However, the problem lies in the paper.

Above. The finishing touch of paper-wrapped fried chicken is the paper. The paper must use spring bamboo shoots as raw materials and be made using the most primitive Cai Lun papermaking method. This kind of paper has been lost long ago!"

"To make a dish, do you need Cai Lun's papermaking method?" Meng Shaoyuan was stunned when he heard this: "What about other paper? Can't it be used?"

"My boss Meng." Manager Ge stamped his feet repeatedly: "Didn't you hear clearly? That paper is made of spring bamboo shoots, not ordinary paper!"

It's over, it's over, I'm bragging too much.

What's going on? People just want to eat these two dishes.

Meng Shaoyuan bit the bullet and said: "Lao Ge, think of a way. You really can't change things. We don't have ten kilograms of herring, so use smaller ones. We can't find spring bamboo shoot paper, so you can use tofu skin instead."

"I listen to you, who made you my boss?" Manager Ge sighed: "I can substitute things, but the taste is definitely not good."

Meng Shaoyuan had a headache, this was his biological father, and this was the request!

(Spider is delicious and likes to cook his own food. I have made it since I learned about the dish of herring. Back then, ten pounds of herring was very rare, but now it is not hard to find. The problem is, it must be me.
Chapter completed!