In the evening.
A Ford car passed the checkpoint of Waibaidu Bridge, continued to advance for about two miles, and then stopped on the side of the road.
The co-pilot's door opened, Zhao Yi hurriedly got out and ran to a grocery store.
"A pack of golden smoke."
"Sir, the golden is sold out. Want Marlboro?" asked the grocery store owner with a flattering smile.
He could see clearly that the car was wearing a Japanese plaster flag and could not afford to offend it.
"Get a pack." Zhao Yi nodded proudly.
Throw down a banknote, "No need to look for it."
"Scare farmers, scare farmers."
Amid the shopkeeper's thankful voice, Zhao Yi trotted back to the car, "Editor-in-Chief, there are no golden cigarettes, Marlboro, okay?"
"It's barely forceful." Tang Hao took the cigarette and nodded reservedly.
It’s not that he likes to take advantage of it. What he enjoys is the feeling of filial piety of his subordinates running errands.
"I'll be smart tomorrow." Tang Hao lit the cigarette roll and took a sip of joy and said, "If you have the chance, I'll take you to show your face in front of Mr. Wang."
"That's great." Zhao Yi was overjoyed, showing a respectful expression. "Editor-General Tang Gaocai is a famous pen in Shanghai. Even a big man like Mr. Wang will definitely have a bright eye."
"Not that exaggerated, not that exaggerated." Tang Hao waved his hand with joy, "It's just a famous one."
The driver Lao Dai smiled at the corner of his mouth. Although Zhao Yi is not old, he is a famous sensual, and he has grasped Editor-in-Chief Tang's temper steadily.
The car was driving slowly on the road in the late spring of the 28th year of the Republic of China.
This day is the sixteenth day of the third lunar month. The calendar says, "Don't use major events." It is avoided to get married and funerals, avoid opening a house to make trouble, and avoid traveling to take up new business. In short, everything is not suitable, and it is really a bad day.
Editor-in-chief Tang is accustomed to pursuing feng shui, so he is not in a good mood today.
When they arrived at an alley, Zhao Yi got out of the car and waved goodbye to Editor-in-Chief Tang.
"Rickshaw." He called another rickshaw home.
In fact, it was not too easy for him to go home with Editor-in-Chief Tang. He just pretended to take advantage of Editor-in-Chief Tang. He was used to buying cigarettes, dried melon seeds and Editor-in-Chief Tang, who liked to take advantage of it.
A lot of information was obtained from Editor-in-Chief Tang’s gossip.
"Sixteen Shop." Zhao Yi said.
Zhao Yi's home lives in Shiliupu.
...
Shop Sixteen is outside the small east gate.
The original name of Xiaodongmen is Baodaimen.
The origin of the place name of Shiliupu is different.
Some say it is sixteen famous shops.
Some say that from the big wharf to the outside of Baodaimen, it is divided into sixteen sections along the river, each section is called Yipu, and the Sixteenth Shop happens to be the Sixteenth Shop.
Zhao Yi likes to study geographical styles. He often thinks that it would be very beautiful if it weren't for the Japanese invasion, he would have graduated from college smoothly, saved money to buy a camera, and visited various places with his wife, using photos and text records.
When he was training in Xiongzhenlou, Hangzhou, he once told his dream to his friends in his house, and his roommate said that he was too ideal:
If you don’t have to go too far, you will be able to teach him how to be a human being dozens of miles away from the big city.
Zhao Yi was a little confused, and he remembered his roommate.
He successfully graduated from Xiongzhenlou, but this roommate failed to graduate.
At that time, Xiongzhenlou investigated the traitors of the Hong Party. A doctor in Xiongzhenlou was found to be the Red Party. Then, several Red Party members were dug out from the secret service department, and his roommate was found to be a spy sent by the Red Party to invade the secret service department. After torture, he was stubborn and said that he was finally executed.
The rickshaw driver ran hard, sweat dripping down his dark shoulders. Shanghai was not very hot in early May, but some rickshaw drivers were already wearing vests to pull carts.
The business of Shiliupu is prosperous.
Before the concession was opened, there was a large area of ​​farmland north of Shiliupu, and inside and outside the city, people followed the crowd, which was the essence of Shanghai.
Shiliupu is convenient for land and water, and sand ships along the coast, the Yangtze River and the mainland ships came one after another. When the railway was not open and the land cargo volume was limited, the goods were transported naturally along the river. As a result, Shiliupu has a long-lasting good luck with its geographical advantage.
"Mr. Zhao, are you off work?"
"It's time to get off work! Mr. Qiu didn't go to work today?"
"Not! Why did you forget? My boss has something to do at home, and this business is, hey..."
Mr. Qiu sighed and said, subconsciously twisting his neck, and then he saw the silly man from the neighbor's house next door, and the joy on his face became a little lighter.
The silly man is a bodyguard business. Now he is said to have taken advantage of Inspector Cheng Haitao from the French Concession. He is now a thug watching the scene in a gambling junta in the Qing Gang. He shows off his Mauser pistol to his neighbors all day long.
He looked at Mr. Qiu and said, "Silly Big" pretended to touch the Mauser pistol on his waist. Mr. Qiu was so scared that he quickly lowered his head, and he smiled proudly.
Then he glanced at Zhao Yi and showed a smile on his face, "Have reporter Zhao eaten?"
It is said that reporter Zhao is the job of the Japanese. Now, Shanghai and even most of China are the Japanese. If reporter Zhao can eat Japanese food, this kind of person is naturally enviable.
"Let's go home now." Zhao Yi said with a smile, "Allen didn't go to the stall today?"
The surname "Silly Big Man" is Feng Lun.
"I'm tired at night. My brother takes care of me and let me go home and rest." Feng Lun said.
Zhao Yi nodded, and then left his two neighbors and rushed to the house.
Feng Lun glared at Mr. Qiu again, then patted his waist proudly and returned to his home.
Mr. Qiu looked at Zhao Yi's back and looked at the closed door of the neighbor. After he closed his own door, he spitted on the ground and cursed angrily, "One is a traitor, the other is a dog-legged, so arrogant!"
"Master, whisper, be careful to be heard." The wife of the family heard it and was frightened and quickly persuaded her.
"I'm afraid of it!" Mr. Qiu said hatefully, "These bastards who forget their ancestors will make a list sooner or later."
"Master, please say less." The wife of the family was very anxious. "Then Mr. Zhao deals with the Japanese all day long, and we can ask the Japanese to mess with each other in one word, so our family will be destroyed."
"He dares!" Mr. Qiu snorted coldly, then sighed, finally not daring to complain about anything anymore.
...
"Oh, Fusheng, what are you doing here? Go there." Zhao Yi knocked away the boy who was playing with peeing mud at his door and knocked on the door.
Fusheng took a look at the urine mud he had just lived, and was a little reluctant to let it go.
"Get out!" Zhao Yi glanced at him disgusted and cursed.
Fusheng ran away with his nose crying, and soon heard a woman next door saying something like "I can't give birth to a son."
"Are you looking for death?" Zhao Yi cursed.
The curse is gone.
...
After entering his own door, he saw his wife with a big belly and was unable to move, Zhao Yi quickly went up to support him, "Yunhong, how do you feel today?"
Tao Yunhong, his wife, got married at the end of last year, and now the woman is pregnant.
"It's okay, I just keep vomiting, but it's much better than the previous few days." Tao Yunhong said.
As she said that, she frowned.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Yi asked nervously.
"Brother Yi, the neighbors are talking nonsense, don't take it to your heart." Tao Yunhong said.
"These people must be more cruel to them, otherwise I will not be bullied by them when I am not at home at work." Zhao Yi shook his head and said.
Because of Zhao Yi's work nature, their family has been silly and rolled their eyes from neighbors behind their backs.
Tao Yunhong has always disagreed with his work in the pro-daily newspaper, and he doesn't want him to do things for the Japanese.
He also advised him to be kind to others on weekdays.
However, Zhao Yi knew his identity very well. Although a quasi-traitor who shouted for "Japan-China Goodwill" did not need to be arrogant, he could not be bullied by the people.
"Fusheng is just a little baby." Tao Yunhong persuaded.
The husband even bullied the children, especially when he heard Fusheng's mother scolding their family for not having a son, Tao Yunhong felt very uncomfortable.
Zhao Yi is the only son in the family, so Tao Yunhong hopes that the first child will be accompanied by a handle so that she can relax.
"Don't think I don't know, that dead child will scold you." Zhao Yi frowned.
I don’t know which smoky person taught me. The child in the alley followed Tao Yunhong’s back and sang, probably the words “The traitor’s damn baby”.
"Next month, I'll go to my aunt's place." Tao Yunhong changed the topic and said softly.
Because of Zhao Yi's current work, his wife was very angry and said that she would not recognize Zhao Yi's nephew. Tao Yunhong always remembered this in her heart.
"No!" Zhao Yi's face changed, "Everyone said he would not recognize me as his nephew. Why should I come to the door?"
"Where is it?" Tao Yunhong persuaded, but he made up his mind to visit him. Although he had ruthless words, he broke the bones and the tendons. If he really stopped talking, it would be really broken.
Moreover, considering her husband's work, she still hopes that her husband can interact with relatives. With these blood relatives, her husband is still considered Chinese. If the relatives really cut off contact, it will be impossible to even enter the ancestral tomb.
Zhao Yi glanced at his wife. Yun Hong was virtuous. He knew that the two families had already decided on marriage. If it weren't for this, with his wife's personality, no matter how gentle and weak he was, he would not agree to marry a quasi-traitor.
He also understood what his wife was thinking, and sighed and said nothing.
Dingling.
Phone ringtone.
"I'll answer the phone." Zhao Yi helped his pregnant wife sit down and went upstairs to answer the phone.
About a few minutes later, Zhao Yi came down from downstairs.
"The rice is ready." Tao Yunhong said quickly when she saw her husband seemingly was about to go out.
"You eat first. If there is a business, I'll go out." Zhao Yi winked at his wife, looking happy and expectant.
When Tao Yunhong saw her husband open the door and leave, worry and sorrow flashed in her eyes.
She knew what her husband was talking about.
Because Zhao Yi works in the pro-daily newspaper, he can get in touch with some Japanese and is proficient in Japanese, so some merchants who were arrested or seized goods would find Zhao Yi and ask him to help the agent to redeem the goods from the Japanese.
This was a matter of accumulation of good deeds, but Tao Yunhong often heard outsiders scold her husband, saying that Zhao Yi was cruel and ruthless, and every time the lion would ask for blackmail to the people of business and travel.
well!
Tao Yunhong sat at the dining table, looked at the dishes on the table, and sighed. She was already suffering from morning sickness and lost her appetite.
...
The streets of Shiliu Shop were originally very narrow.
After the Northern Expedition, Lujiazhailan and Jisi Street were opened into main roads, which was the open East Gate Road.
There are many shops for food, clothing, housing and use on Dongmen Road.
For example, the three major Xiang cloth shops, the Dachang Xiang Silk and Satin Bureau, the Dexing Pavilion, and the Chaozhou Gang Famous Records run by Chaozhou people, etc.
Zhao Yi’s destination for this trip is Chaozhou Gangfaji.
"Room No. 3, it has been booked." Zhao Yi said to the waiter.
"Mr. Zhao, please come in." The waiter naturally knew this reporter Zhao and said quickly.
Zhao Yi entered the private room and told the store not to disturb him if he had nothing to do, and then waited with peace of mind.
After the waiter left, Zhao Yi left a gap in the door and stared at the private room No. 7 diagonally opposite.
Then he saw Zhong Guohao step out of the private room and walk straight forward.
...
"Team leader, over there..." Zhao Yi locked the door and said.
Zhong Guohao is the leader of the second intelligence group of Shanghai Special Information Group, and he is the deputy leader.
"Don't worry, the arrangement has been made." Haozai said knowing what Zhao Yi was worried about.
In the private room No. 7 of A, he had already arranged all the dishes. The store owner should not disturb him. At the same time, the two men played wine. Unless they opened the door to investigate, they would not find him quietly coming to Zhao Yi's side.
"The team leader is so anxious to ask me to come, what happened?" Zhao Yi asked.
"Brother." Haozai looked at Zhao Yi deeply, and he sighed, not knowing how to speak for a moment.
"The team leader said it's okay." Zhao Yi's heart skipped a beat. He already had a bad premonition. Could it be that he had a very difficult task to hand over to himself to complete?
However, even so, he could only ask with a gritty bullet.
"Chongqing call." Haozai said in a deep voice, "There is a task, and the director personally ordered your general."
Zhao Yi was silent. Although Zhong Guohao had not mentioned what the task was, it was conceivable that the task would be difficult and dangerous if he could let Chongqing Dai Director personally call the general.
"Team leader, what is the task?" Zhao Yi looked up at Haozai and asked.
...
After hearing Zhong Guohao's orders passed on the operation from the headquarters, Zhao Yi fell into silence.
About half a minute later, he looked up at Zhong Guohao and murmured, "Brother Hao, I will... be dead or alive tomorrow."
Haozi was silent.
"Can you not go?" Zhao Yi asked.
Haozi opened his mouth. Before he could shake his head, Zhao Yi smiled bitterly and said, "It should not work, the bureau chief is the general."
Then, he took out the cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette roll with a trembling right hand, and scratched the foreign fire three times, and the foreign fire sticks were all broken.
Suddenly, a cluster of flames were in front of me.
Haozi held a scratching foreign fire in his hand, and the flame was so weak and beating.
Zhao Yi could feel the beating of his heart. He held the cigarette in his mouth, leaned closer and lit the cigarette.
His body leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair.
He took a few consecutive and deep breaths of cigarettes, then looked at Haozai in a daze, and sighed, "Brother Hao, my mother-in-law is pregnant."
As he said that, his nose felt sore and he turned his head, "I'm not afraid of death, I just thought of not being able to meet my children, or the orphan and widowed mother..."
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