“Fresh water chestnut pancakes with crispy fruit!”
Walking in the alleys of Peiping in the early morning, the sounds of Beijing-style hawking reached his eardrums from time to time. Geng Chaozhong burped. The porridge and cakes cooked by the old man just now made him hungry. Otherwise, he would have really wanted to eat a few bowls of tofu naojie.
Satisfy cravings.
Geng Chaozhong is such a person who loves to cause trouble and is not afraid of trouble, but he will not panic if something happens. At this point, what is there to be afraid of?
In a few steps, I walked to the door of the East Asia Daily with a wooden sign with black characters and a white background. This East Asia Daily is a long-established newspaper in Peiping. It has been in existence since the Beiyang Government, and it is well known that this is a newspaper.
All Japanese-owned newspapers.
Just over 20 years ago, this newspaper signed the Twenty-One Articles for Yuan Shikai to encourage Zhang Mu!
Geng Chaozhong also had his own purpose in choosing this newspaper. He couldn't just swallow the frustration he felt last night. As the special correspondent of the Peking Station of the Fuxing Society Secret Service, he became a polished commander as soon as he arrived. He would not give anything to Japan.
When people put some eye drops on them, they really pretended that there was no one at Peiping Station!
After looking at the newspaper office for a few times, I found that this newspaper office is really a big business. Just looking at the splendid appearance: a three-story Western-style house, a black car with water at the door, and a janitor carrying a short stick, you can tell that this newspaper office is quite authoritative.
.
It doesn't work without authority, because this newspaper often publishes some pro-Japanese remarks and advocates the Greater East Asia xx. Because of this matter, there are usually many patriotic people and students looking for trouble.
Geng Chaozhong glanced at the door number of the newspaper office, but did not go in. He had been running around all night last night. The long gown he was wearing was dirty and smelly.
After thinking about it, Geng Chaozhong waited for a while, and finally stopped a "celebrity" who was passing by wearing a plaid suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and said with a mysterious face: "Little Cuiyu from Bada Hutong wants to redeem himself, do you know?"
?If you are interested, leave me a message?"
The "celebrity" pushed Geng Chaozhong away with a look of disgust, and just as he was about to start, Geng Chaozhong grabbed him and said again: "You can spend the night, you can spend the night, this little Jade is a famous actor! You have to have a good figure.
If you have to use means, there is only one ocean, and you are just a casual person, aren't you?"
"An ocean?" The "celebrity" glanced sideways at Geng Chaozhong. Although he had never heard of Xiao Cuiyu, how could he lose face at this moment?
Besides, these eight alleys are the famous pavilions and pavilions in the capital, and the beauties in them cost at least three oceans for a night. The price of one ocean is truly unprecedented!
"How can I lie to you? If you don't believe me, come with me. It's not far away, just a few steps away." Geng Chaozhong looked serious.
.........
A moment later, the "celebrity" lay stretched out in a hidden part of the alley with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and what appeared at the entrance of the alley was Geng Chaozhong, who was already wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking like a polite scum.
He walked to the door of the newspaper office gracefully and spoke in fluent Japanese: "Is your mother dead?"
The guard at the door was stunned. He was just a guard who only spoke a few simple sentences in Japanese. What Geng Chaozhong said just now seemed a bit complicated, but Geng Chaozhong immediately changed his words and blurted out a broken Mandarin:
"Which floor is Editor Zhao on?"
"Editor Zhao, which Editor Zhao?" The guard was a little confused. There were many people with the surname Zhao in Beijing. Without telling them their names, who would know who they were.
"Baga, Editor Zhao doesn't even know you, just tell me which floor you are on and I'll look for you!" Geng Chaozhong yelled.
The guard was stunned and did not dare to neglect him. The Japanese were looking for an editor, and he must be the one with the highest status, so he said: "Deputy Editor Zhao is in room 209 on the second floor, the one closest to the east. Please wait a moment, I will report
One sound."
"Baga, I'll go up by myself!"
Geng Chaozhong waved his hand and pushed the guard aside. The guard did not dare to stop him and watched Geng Chaozhong go up.
After entering the building, Geng Chaozhong did not look for Deputy Editor Zhao who was looking for trouble. Instead, he drove straight in until he reached the third floor. At this time, the signal strength of the radio stations was poor and they were usually placed at the highest place. Sure enough, after arriving on the third floor, the east end
A familiar "didi" sound came from a room.
Geng Chaozhong didn't say much, and walked to the door of the room where the word "radio station" was hung. The door was half open. Looking inside, several staff members in black Mao suits were receiving signals inside. Geng Chaozhong opened the door.
Go in, and with a click, the door is locked from the inside.
"Who are you? How did you get in?!"
A middle-aged man with glasses turned around, looked at the uninvited guest, and asked sternly, but what he said was authentic and fluent Japanese.
"How did you get in?" Geng Chaozhong sneered, "Of course he walked in dignifiedly."
As soon as he finished speaking, a grenade suddenly appeared in Geng Chaozhong's hand. This was the only possession he had left last night.
"What do you want to do?!"
A look of horror suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face. Geng Chaozhong glanced at the desk without saying a word. The copy paper that several newspaper collectors had just recorded clearly read:
"Nanjing has made major concessions, and the Tanggu Agreement will be signed soon."
Geng Chaozhong suddenly understood why the Japanese dared to act so unscrupulously...
Over there, the middle-aged man began to move quietly, and his left hand sneaked under the desk. Geng Chaozhong had already seen it, but he didn't react. He just stared at the white paper in a daze.
Since the end of the Anti-Japanese War and the defeat of the Chinese army, Nanjing has been negotiating peace with the Japanese. The city of Peiping, which has always been known as neutral, has become increasingly dangerous for the Chinese army and the secret service.
The incident last night was perhaps just the smallest aspect of the larger environment!
Whoosh!
The black grenade suddenly flew out and hit the middle-aged man's arm that had just grasped the handle of the gun. The grenade was so powerful that there was even a visible arc in the middle-aged man's arm.
He sat down on the ground with an ouch, and the pistol in the drawer fell to the ground with a clatter.
He held back the pain and was about to pick up the pistol with his right hand when a foot suddenly stepped on the back of his right hand. The dusty black leather shoe was twisted hard. The middle-aged man's face was instantly deformed, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and scream.
, However, a fist blocked his open mouth, and then, red and white front teeth were scattered all over the floor, and the gun was already pressed against his forehead.
The remaining staff members were already stunned in place...
"I have the final say in this telecommunications room. If anyone messes around again, guns don't have eyes!"
The pocket Browning was expertly rotated in Geng Chaozhong's palm, and the black muzzle of the gun swept across everyone present. Everyone realized that this uninvited guest in front of them was absolutely capable of nipping any movement in the bud.
!
"Send a telegram to this number in Nanjing. If you miss a word, you will lose a head."
Geng Chaozhong's cold voice came to everyone's ears.