In the evening, the waiter led a man about forty years old, wearing a pair of round glasses and with a kind face, up the stairs.
"Man, I've made an appointment with a friend to discuss some business. Do you have a private room?" The man with round glasses looked around and saw that there were six or seven tables of guests scattered upstairs.
"Yes, do you think this room is suitable?" The waiter took a few steps and opened the door of private room No. 4.
"Okay. There will be a fur trader in a while. He has a foreign accent. You can just bring him up."
"Don't worry, I'm not wrong. What would you like to drink?"
"A pot of Maojian and some snacks."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Jiang Xinyu was sitting in the seat by the window, holding a newspaper in his hand. He knew that this person was General Lu, and today was the day to meet with representatives of the Anti-Japanese Alliance.
According to prior arrangements, there are at least four or five underground party operatives near the teahouse. They have only one mission, and they must protect General Lu's safety no matter what!
Jiang Xinyu has his own advantages. If there is a routine inspection, he can rescue General Lu at critical moments. As a detective captain, most people have to give him face.
There were footsteps on the stairs, and Mina Hattori, wearing a light gray tweed windbreaker, stepped upstairs.
"Here." Jiang Xinyu raised his hand.
"Why do you want to come to such a far place to drink tea?" Hattori Mina took off her windbreaker and put her hands on the chair.
Jiang Xinyu poured her a bowl of hot tea and said, "There is a magic show tonight at the Victory Bar. Let's go and experience European magic tricks."
Hattori Mina said absently, "Magic is not interesting, it's just throwing playing cards."
Jiang Xinyu: "What's wrong with you? You seem to be in a bad mood."
Hattori Mina was silent for a while and said, "Brother is unhappy today and ignores me when I talk to him."
"Major and Ayako quarreled again?"
"No."
"why?"
"When I listen to him on the phone, he always mentions the Musashi. It seems to be related to this."
"oh……"
Jiang Xinyu understood the reason why Hattori Hikoo was unhappy. In a naval battle that had just ended in the Sibuyan Sea of the Philippines, the battleship Musashi, which the Japanese army was proud of, was sunk by Allied bombers, and more than a thousand soldiers on board were buried at the bottom of the sea.
In order to build the most powerful navy in the world, Japan built a total of two super battleships, one named "Yamato" and the other "Musashi".
These two battleships are said to be the largest battleships in human history. It seems that their attack capabilities are not as powerful as imagined. Overly large targets are the biggest drawback.
Although the Yamato escaped disaster in this battle, in terms of combat capabilities, at least in terms of tactical attack, it was far inferior to the Allied lightweight special mixed aircraft carrier fleet.
The Musashi and Yamato are symbols in Japan, and now they symbolize destruction. As a member of this country's military, it is inevitable that Hattori Hikoo will be in a bad mood.
There were chaotic footsteps on the stairs. A middle-aged man in his forties stepped upstairs. Behind him was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a bulging package on his shoulders.
The waiter said from behind, "Sir, your friend is in private room No. 4."
"Okay, got it." The middle-aged man spoke with a strong Northeastern accent.
"Dudu!" The young man walked over and knocked on the door twice.
Lu Qiusheng opened the door, and the middle-aged man said first, "Old Li, are you in a hurry? This time I will bring you the best fox skin, and I promise to satisfy you!"
Lu Qiusheng smiled and said, "Okay, please come in. Let's take a look at the goods first. I can't just listen to your bragging."
The three people entered the private room and the door was closed immediately.
Ten minutes later, two people came up from the stairs, one with an Asian face and the other with a Russian face. Jiang Xinyu recognized it at a glance. The Russian was the guy who planted the bomb at the Shengping Theater!
They walked past Jiang Xinyu and sat at the next table.
The waiter came over quickly and said with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Sergey, Mr. Jin, what would you two like to drink today?"
Sergey was obviously a frequent visitor to the teahouse. He said in broken Chinese, "Old rule, remember to add a jujube to the tea."
"Even if you don't say it, I won't forget it." The man turned around and went downstairs.
Jiang Xinyu knew that this Sergei must be related to the GPU. In a sense, the Chinese donors and the Soviets were partners. As long as there was no direct conflict of interest, he just pretended not to see them.
About ten minutes later, the door to private room No. 4 opened, and the fur trader walked out. Lu Qiusheng stood at the door and held his fists in his hands to see him off.
Jiang Xinyu glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Mr. Jin had put his hand into his arms. The bulge in his clothes looked like a pistol.
What is he going to do?
Is it going to be detrimental to General Lu?
Jiang Xinyu didn't have time to think too much. He immediately stood up and shouted, "Listen up, everyone, please take out your IDs!"
Hattori Mina said in surprise, "Xinyu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Xinyu ignored her, reached out and took out his pistol, and said coldly, "I'm from the detective team. I just received a tip that someone is trading contraband here!"
Sergey winked, and Mr. Jin slowly took his hand out of his arms. They obviously didn't expect that there would be someone from the detective team in the teahouse.
Jiang Xinyu knew in his heart that whether it was Lu Qiusheng or the representatives of the Anti-League, they must have carried forged documents with them, and there was absolutely no way that problems would be detected at this stage.
The purpose of this is to scare Mr. Jin, although it is not yet certain what he is going to do, or whether what he is about to pull out is a pistol!
The guests all honestly put their IDs on the table, waiting to be inspected and interrogated. They were all accustomed to routine inspections, and no one thought there was anything wrong with this.
Jiang Xinyu held a pistol, walked up to the leather goods dealer, and said, "Your ID."
The fur trader reached out and took out the ID and handed it over. The name on it was Zhang Dalin. The young man looked nervously at the gun in Jiang Xinyu's hand.
Jiang Xinyu looked at him and said, "Are you afraid of guns?"
"Yeah." The young man lowered his head.
Jiang Xinyu "What do you do?"
Zhang Dalin "sells fur goods."
"Open it and take a look." Jiang Xinyu pointed to the package on the young man's shoulder.
The young man unwrapped the package on the table. Inside were several fox and mink skins. Judging from the quality, they were all worthless defective products. There were even large holes in the mink skins, which should have been marks left by shotguns.
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Jiang Xinyu waved his hand and said, "You can go!"
The young man packed up his package without saying a word and followed Zhang Dalin downstairs in a hurry.
An anxious look appeared on Mr. Jin's face, and he shook his head slightly at Sergey. Seeing this scene, Jiang Xinyu realized that their target did not seem to be Lu Qiusheng, but more like they were targeting the Anti-Union representatives!