At the Manzhou Hotel, Qian Ziming was shocked when he saw Luo Qiwei being carried in, smelling of alcohol. Without waiting for him to ask anything, he put him on the bed and turned around to leave.
Qian Ziming was speechless. This was Xinjing, the heart of the enemy, and it was heavily guarded. Why didn't he control himself?
Just when he asked the front desk of the hotel for hangover soup and brought it back, he found Luo Qiwei sitting on the bed, still looking a little drunk.
Seeing Qian Ziming coming in with soup, he took a few sips and said, "Tomorrow, we can start taking action."
"So fast? How can we act when the security outside is so tight?"
"Someone will send you a pass later. With the pass, you won't be afraid of being targeted."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door. Luo Qiwei lay down on the bed calmly, and Qian Ziming went over to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Xie Zhengyong stood at the door with a smile on his face, holding two small notebook-like things in his hands.
"What's this?"
Xie Zhengyong shook the pass in his hand and said: "This can be used in most places in Xinjing City without any obstruction. I will personally ask President Zuno to issue it to you two. With him, you will not be afraid of Japanese interrogation."
Qianzi knew that Xie Zhengyong always talked about running the train, but he didn't care. With this thing, it would be much easier to move around.
Touching the gold bar in his hand, Xie Zhengyong almost burst into laughter. He looked at Luo Qiwei who was smelling of alcohol in the room and said, "Have a good rest today and go out for a walk tomorrow."
Restaurants run by Japanese are a symbol of safety in Xinjing.
After Xie Zhengyong left, Luo Qiwei looked at the pass and suddenly said with a smile: "Go to the second floor and ask around to see if there is anything interesting?"
Qian Ziming nodded. Seeing the captain's look, he knew that he might have an idea.
Coming to the second floor, this is a restaurant where Japanese people gather. Most of them are Japanese, but there are also quite a few Chinese.
But it wasn't meal time, so there weren't many people inside, but there were quite a few.
There were people singing and dancing on the stage, but they were all in Japanese, and the dances were also Japanese dances.
Qian Ziming looked at it for a while and found it a bit boring. He simply picked up a newspaper and read it, listening carefully to the chats of those nearby.
"Have you heard? The Anti-Japanese Alliance has been very rampant recently and has robbed a lot of goods."
"Have you heard that the goods from Wansheng Cargo Store were robbed just after leaving Xinjing a few days ago?"
"Is it so rampant? No wonder the investigation has been so strict recently?"
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Less than an hour after I sat here, I heard that goods from three stores had been robbed. Without exception, they were all robbed by the Anti-Japanese Federation.
In the room, Luo Qiwei moved his fingers subconsciously when he heard the news.
Seeing this action, Qianzi knew clearly what the captain was thinking of.
Sure enough, Luo Qiwei raised his head and said: "There must be something fishy about these goods being robbed. You can go out on the street later and ask, by the way, if there has been a change of personnel in the military police department?"
"You said these goods were robbed by the military police? But I heard that goods from a Japanese store were also robbed, and goods from two foreign stores were also robbed."
"Not robbing the Japanese goods does not mean that the people who did it were Japanese. As long as the person who did it was not a fool, he would not do it."
Qian Ziming suddenly understood, picked up a pass and walked out, while Luo Qiwei lay on the bed and continued to pretend to be drunk.
This pass is specially issued by the Military Police Headquarters and is stamped with the seal of the Osamu Society. It does not require the name of the specific person holding it.
In other words, as long as you hold this pass, most places in Xinjing are accessible...
As soon as he left the hotel, Qian Ziming felt that there was an extra tail on his back, but he didn't pay attention to it and didn't try to get rid of the tail. He just acted like an ordinary person, strolling on the street and looking at the snow scene.
While strolling, I unknowingly came to a nearby antique street.
Since Emperor "Kant" ascended the throne and made Xinjing the capital, the Qing Dynasty's old and young have flocked to this city.
When they arrived here, thinking that they had the protection of the emperor, many people fell into their old ways and spent the whole day doing nothing, playing with hawks and walking birds, and living a life of intoxication and dreaming.
What should I do if I have no money?
If there are old objects at home, they start pawning or selling them; or they cooperate with the Japanese to rob tombs, smuggle and steal treasures; or they cheat, make and sell fakes.
Some people may not be able to do serious things if you want them to do them, but they are very good at engaging in such crooked ways.
It is by relying on these various means that he still looks like a human being in front of others and maintains a life of dissipation and wealth...
Antiques Street was formed under such a background. Inside, it doesn’t ask where the buyers come from, nor where the sellers’ goods come from, as long as they take a fancy and trade.
As for looking for trouble afterwards, this street is backed by the Japanese and Manchukuo dignitaries. Ordinary people would not dare to come to this place to look for trouble.
Entering here, it is different from the hustle and bustle of the general market. The people inside are sitting quietly in their own shops. If someone comes to the door, they will say hello. If no one comes to the door, they will never go out to solicit customers.
Qian Ziming visited several stores, all of which sold antique calligraphy and paintings. He did a lot of research on these and found that most of the antiques were fakes. After being made by modern people, they used special techniques to make them look old.
As for calligraphy and painting, some cannot be said to be fake, but they are not authentic, but copied by later generations.
Shaking his head, he walked around from store to store and saw Su Shi Zhai not far ahead. This was it. This was also the purpose of his visit.
Su Shizhai is a shop that specializes in selling ancient calligraphy and paintings. The owner is named Su Wen. He lies on a recliner all day long, holding a thermos in his hand and reading a book leisurely.
Qian Ziming pushed the door open and walked in. The shop owner Su Wen did not stand up to greet him, but continued to read his book. When he saw something exciting, he picked up the teapot next to him and took a sip of tea.
Qian Ziming carefully looked at the layout of the store. Some copied calligraphy and paintings were placed casually on the counter.
He walked forward and looked at the first painting he copied, which was the painting of Peony Ladies by Tang Bohu and Tang Yin.
At first glance, it looks like the same thing, but if you take a closer look, you can find that this painting only achieves its performance but not its spirit.
Shaking his head, he did not look at the second picture, but directly picked up the fifth picture, which was also a copy of Tang Yin's Begonia Sleeping in Spring.
Qian Ziming shook his head and said to himself: "This painting is very similar to a copy, but I can't get its charm but not its charm."
When Su Wen heard this, he moved all over, but still did not get up. Instead, he let Qian Ziming look at the copied painting.
After seeing the fifth painting, Qian Ziming gave up on the painting he was copying on the counter and walked to a picture hanging on the wall...
