The matter of identifying one's identity by accent sounds mysterious, but in fact it is not difficult as long as you think carefully about it. Lu Ming has the absolute right to say this.
Before he went to the United States to study, he learned English very fluently, but after arriving in the United States, he immediately discovered that he had a strong accent when talking to others.
In order to eliminate his accent, he paid a lot of money to hire a radio station announcer to correct it for him. He corrected it word for word for more than a year, and finally he was able to speak English without any accent.
Now Lu Ming's spoken language has reached the level of an announcer. Without looking at his face, just listening to his voice, you would never think that he is Asian.
From then on, Lu Ming paid attention to accents. Over the years in Shanghai, he heard various local accents from people from almost all over the country.
As long as he speaks a dozen sentences to a person, he can make a basic judgment based on the person's accent whether the person left his hometown after becoming an adult.
If a person's accent is not pure, he can even tell at what age the person left his hometown, whether he was a teenager or a teenager, and where he stayed for how many years.
Lu Ming didn't think he was the only one in Shanghai who had this ability. Although he usually looked down on the police in Shanghai, since he could become a police officer in Shanghai, it was not free of charge. Everyone had their own tricks.
Lu Ming was worried that things would play out according to the following script. If that happened, it would cause a series of troubles.
After Weng Bailing became suspicious of An Yi, he would ask the two policemen for questioning. He would soon learn about An Yi's origins, and then send the photos to the Wuhan branch of the Fuxing Society. The matter got out of control.
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It is not difficult for the Wuhan branch of the Fuxing Society to trace the details of An Yi. All they need to do is take her photo to various girls' middle schools and girls' normal schools and compare it with their student status files one by one to ensure that they can find out the basic information about An Yi.
It can even be used to find out whether An Yi participated in the activities of the Communist Party's underground organization based on her circumstances when she was studying in school.
Lu Ming regretted a little. When he took An Yi away from the Sixth Precinct yesterday, he forgot one thing, one particularly crucial thing. He forgot to take all the photos with him.
Whenever the police arrests someone and feels they are acting suspiciously, the first thing they do is take photos, and then record a confession. Only with this basic information can a case be filed.
In other words, the police station must have photos of An Yi, and these photos are like a rope to An Yi.
Lu Ming wondered if it would be too late to recover the negatives and photos now? It's hard to say, it all depends on how suspicious Weng Bailing is about this matter.
If Weng Bailing had a keen sense of smell, he might have sent someone to the Sixth Precinct to retrieve the photos.
It is also possible that Weng Bailing was unable to take immediate action because Lu Ming had just gone to take the person away.
However, even if Lu Ming recovers the negatives and photos, it does not mean that he is safe. As long as Weng Bailing is willing, it is not difficult to send a person to watch outside Wanguo Apartment to achieve his goal.
It was impossible for An Yi not to go out. As long as she went out, it would be easy to take a few photos of her.
Lu Ming couldn't stop Weng Bailing from doing this. Don't say that he didn't have the power to stop it. Even if he had the power to do so, it would be self-defeating and counterproductive, and would deepen An Yi's doubts.
Lu Ming could only try his best to make amends now, taking one step at a time.
He asked An Gonggen to keep an eye on Weng Bailing because he wanted to know what Weng Bailing was up to and what he would do next, and then use it to find out what he was doing.
Less than half an hour later, the manager down below called and said someone had delivered something to him.
Lu Ming went downstairs and saw a policeman standing in front of the counter. The administrator stopped him from going upstairs.
"Master Lu, this man said he was bringing something to you. I asked him to put it down, but he refused." The administrator expressed his gratitude.
"Thank you, he did give me something." Lu Ming said with a smile.
"Master Lu, I have sent you the negatives and photos on the order of the director. Please accept them."
The policeman handed a brown paper bag to Lu Ming.
Lu Ming opened the paper bag and took a look. It was indeed An Yi's photo and a roll of film. He took out the film and looked at it under the sunlight. It was indeed An Yi's photo.
"Excuse me, thank Director Xiao for me when you go back, and tell me I'll have a drink with him someday." Lu Ming patted the policeman on the shoulder and smiled.
"I will definitely take the message to you." The policeman saluted and turned around to leave, which was neat and tidy.
Lu Ming looked at his back and felt that this young man was a talent. It was a bit humiliating to stay in the Sixth Precinct and deal with some underworld dealers all day long.
He thought so, and so did the policeman.
The policeman who came to deliver something was Director Xiao's nephew Xiao Chu. Although he successfully entered the police station as an uncle, staying in the Sixth Precinct made him feel like a bird with its wings tied.
Because of this, when the Fuxing Society found him and asked him to be an informant for the Fuxing Society, and promised that if he did well in the future, he could be transferred to the Fuxing Society, he readily agreed.
After Xiao Chu walked out of Wanguo Apartment, he rode a bicycle. However, he did not return to the Sixth Precinct immediately. Instead, he found a public phone and called Weng Bailing of Fuxing Society.
He first introduced himself to his family, then told what happened today and his suspicions.
Originally, Weng Bailing just had some questions in his mind and did not want to do anything immediately. After all, he was not at the scene and had never seen An Yi, so he did not experience it personally.
But after hearing Xiao Chu's words, Weng Bailing's suspicion suddenly increased, and he felt an inexplicable excitement.
"His grandma, isn't this a proper Communist Party? You actually let her go." Weng Bailing reprimanded loudly on the phone.
"Stationmaster, you can't blame us for this. Master Lu personally came to ask for someone. How dare we not let him go?" Xiao Chu said.
Weng Bailing paused and then asked: "Are you the informant from the Sixth Precinct? Why didn't you report it directly to me at that time?"
"I was just a little suspicious at the time. I wasn't sure, so I didn't dare to disturb the webmaster. Today, Master Lu called again to ask for the negatives and all the photos. I felt that this matter was a bit fishy." Xiao Chu told me all his thoughts.
"You mean Lu Ming personally called your director and asked for the negatives and all the photos?" Weng Bailing noticed this keenly.
"Yes, but I was extra cautious and kept one." Xiao Chu said.
"Okay, you did a good job. Go to Balixiang Teahouse now and ask for a private room to wait for me. I'll be there in a moment." Weng Bailing said with a big smile.
"Director, can I consider this a meritorious service?" Xiao Chu asked with a smile.
"Boy, you have made great achievements. If this thing is successful, I will transfer you to the Fuxing Society." Weng Bailing's sound of banging the table could be heard clearly on the phone.
After putting down the phone, Weng Bailing immediately asked his adjutant to shunt the car, then got dressed, went downstairs, and hurriedly got into a Chevrolet sedan.
After getting on the bus, Weng Bailing loudly ordered: Go to Balixiang Tea House!
A Dodge car parked outside the Fuxing Society building immediately started up, and An Gonggen, who was dressed in disguise, drove up and followed.
Weng Bailing didn't expect anyone to spy on him. In Shanghai, he was the only one who could spy on others. Who dared to spy on the webmaster of Fuxing Society? Don't you want your head?
The Chevrolet sedan drove directly to the Balixiang Teahouse. Weng Bailing got out of the car and walked quickly into the teahouse without noticing a car parked not far away.
An Gonggen waited for Weng Bailing to enter the teahouse before slowly entering.
When he walked to Weng Bailing's car, he glanced over and saw that the driver had put down the seat and was lying on his back with his legs crossed on the dashboard in front of him, listening to the Peking Opera on the radio.
He hummed the aria in fascination.
After An Gonggen entered the teahouse, he first came to the counter, and then asked the teahouse manager: "What box number did the gentleman who just came in go to?" As he said this, a big ocean rolled down on the table.
The shopkeeper had seen this kind of thing happen too often. He covered Dayang with one hand and his mouth with the other hand and said, "Box No. 8."
"Well, I want box number seven and a pot of Longjing." An Gonggen said and went upstairs.
"Okay, I'll send it to you right away." The shopkeeper shouted loudly.
However, this pot of Longjing tea will definitely not be served, because the shopkeeper knows that the guest does not want anyone to disturb him, but the money for the tea will naturally be indispensable.
An Gonggen entered Box No. 7, immediately locked the door from inside, put his ear to the wooden board of the partition wall, and faintly heard the low voices next door.
He picked up the tea bowl on the table and pressed it against the thin wall, then put his ear to it. This time he could hear clearly.