Speaking of Apartment No. 1, it has a long history and was completed during the Guangxu period. It is the earliest building with more than three floors in Yanjin.
This building was invested and built by a wealthy British businessman. Originally, two buildings of similar size were to be built one after another, so it was called Apartment No. 1, followed by Apartment No. 2 and No. 3, and so on.
At that time, there was a Boxer Boxing riot in the capital, and there was also unrest in Yanjin. The Boxers burned churches, destroyed railway facilities, and smashed everything with the word "foreign" in it.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the wealthy British businessman was worried about endangering his life, so he sold Apartment No. 1 to the new military camp at a low price, and then fled back to the country in a hurry with a suitcase.
These houses were initially allocated to officers of all sizes in the new military camp. Over the decades, the property rights of the houses changed hands several times, and finally fell into the hands of a few wealthy men.
The houses were in disrepair for a long time, and the wealthy people either sold or rented them. Most of the people living here now are ordinary people.
Shen Zhifeng and his entourage climbed up the stairs. There were people from all walks of life in this place. The residents were not surprised and didn't care when they saw strangers. They just passed by indifferently.
Arriving at the door of Room 301, Shen Zhifeng looked around. The third floor was relatively quiet and no one was entering or exiting at this time. He signaled Bai Jumin to pry open the door.
Bai Jumin took out a key, inserted it into the keyhole, held his breath and turned it a few times. There was a soft click, and the door opened.
This kind of key is called a master key. In fact, it is not universal. It is only effective for ordinary single lock springs, and it is not 100% effective. At least it is more advanced than iron wire.
The room is not large in size, it is a very Western-style small suite. It has everything you need including a bedroom, living room, kitchen, toilet and utility room. Although it is small, it has all the essentials.
The furnishings in the house are extremely simple. There is a spring bed by the window of the bedroom and a wardrobe next to it. Judging from the appearance of these two pieces of furniture, they are at least ten years old.
There were two books lying casually on the Eight Immortals table in the living room. Shen Zhifeng picked them up and read them. They were both the most popular martial arts novels. One was Gu Mingdao's The Red Pink Jin Ge, and the other was The Legend of Shushan Swordsman by Huanzhu Louzhu.
Judging from the surface, it fits Zhou Mingwei's identity very well. He is a brave and fierce gang member. The only kind of book that can be read is this kind of book.
Shen Zhifeng waved his hand, and Bai Jumin and his two men immediately rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, trying to find valuable clues.
These people were all experts at searching. The room was small and there were only a handful of places to hide things. They quickly found the suitcase from the mezzanine of the closet.
"Director, look!" Bai Jumin opened the suitcase, and there was a transmitter inside!
Shen Zhifeng said: "If there is a transmitter, there should be a code book! Keep searching!"
If you find the code book, you have an advantage. All messages sent by the Communist Party can be easily deciphered!
It is evening now, the curtains are drawn in the house, and the light is even darker. In this situation, it is not possible to turn on the lights, so it is difficult to achieve good results by continuing the search.
Shen Zhifeng pondered for a moment and then ordered: "Install the bugs! Then put the things back in place and we will evacuate!"
The agents were very quick and placed a listening device on the telephone base in the bedroom and the lampshade in the living room.
Shen Zhifeng checked it with a flashlight and made sure that no traces were left, then quietly left with the others.
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At night.
Paramount Ballroom.
A woman with heavy makeup stepped onto the stage, signaled the band to stop playing, then stood in front of the microphone and said: "Tonight, I want to especially thank the tycoon Boss Guo, thank you for everything you have done for me... Dear
Yes, I love you!"
It is rare to say such words in public, even in the open-minded Yanjin. Applause and whistles burst out from the stage.
Boss Guo, who was sitting at the front, narrowed his eyes when he was smiling, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Lily, come here, come here!"
"Don't worry, it's coming." The woman named Lily twisted her waist and swayed her hips as she came down from the stage.
Lily is a long-term prostitute, and tonight is the day she redeems herself. The financial sponsor is also known as the wrongdoer, and he is the boss Guo of the tycoon foreign company.
Seeing Lily's charming appearance, Boss Guo almost drooled. He liked this newly married concubine very much.
Cuihong in the corner sighed and said to the little sister next to her: "Look at others, they have endured hard times and jumped into the dragon gate, and look at us... Alas, we have different fates for the same person!"
The little sister made a cry, with a look of disdain in her eyes, and said: "What the hell, Boss Guo is already over sixty. Maybe one day he burps, and Lily will have to let the eldest wife bully her to death. By then, she will be old and yellow. If you want to go back to your old business, no one will come to you!"
"Whatever, the life of a rich lady is just making money every day, but you just want to live by looking at other people's faces?"
"No one wants to be a wealthy wife, but if it were me, I wouldn't want to find a bad old man!"
"More than sixty years old, not too bad, can still make do..."
The two women laughed and laughed for a while, and the little sister said: "By the way, Cuihong, that Mr. Zhou seems to like you very much, and you are about the same age..."
Mentioning Zhou Junchen, Cuihong's face darkened and she said, "Who knows, he hasn't been here for a while. The last two times he came, he was like a rabbit, disappearing when he says he's gone!"
"This man really can't help but keep saying, "If you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here!" The little sister pointed to the door.
Zhou Junchen, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looked around for a while, passed through the dancing crowd, and walked over here.
Seeing Zhou Junchen finally appear, Zhou Mingwei came to the bar first and said: "Cuihong, you guys go to the lounge immediately. Boss Jin will be here soon and may have a meeting for everyone!"
The dancers were all under the control of Golden Tiger. They were afraid of the ruthless Smiling Tiger from the bottom of their hearts. After hearing what Zhou Mingwei said, they all got up and went to the lounge.
Zhou Junchen came closer and looked around, wondering why he saw Cuihong just now and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Are you Mr. Zhou?" Zhou Mingwei said.
Zhou Junchen knew Zhou Mingwei and knew that he was a thug at Paramount, so he nodded and said, "I am."
"Can I take a step to speak?"
"What's up?"
"It's about Cuihong."
"Where is she?"
"It's too noisy here. Come with me and have a chat over there."
As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos, Zhou Junchen didn't think much about it, and followed Zhou Mingwei around three times to the door of the power distribution room.
Zhou Mingwei looked back and said, "Mr. Zhou, let's make a long story short. I know you like Cuihong, right?"
Zhou Junchen said: "What do you mean?"
"Cuihong is Paramount's number one and Boss Jin's cash cow. You are also a person who has seen the world. You can play for fun, but don't take it seriously! Do you understand what I mean?"
"not understand!"
"Well, let me put it simply. If you deliberately take Cuihong away, our boss Jin will suffer great losses..."
"Okay, okay, I think your boss Jin has misunderstood!"
"Oh, that's good. Let me tell you, you are a smart person and you won't play so crazy."
"I have something else to do, so I'm sorry."
"Wait a minute...this is the reception ticket for the ballroom. Boss Jin has specially told us that we welcome every guest and hope you will come often."
As he spoke, Zhou Mingwei took out an envelope and stuffed it into Zhou Junchen's pocket.
The spy who was monitoring the dance hall hid in a corner, quietly raised a miniature camera, and took several photos of Zhou Mingwei and Zhou Junchen talking together.