A low square table, three or two small horses, a cart carrying a kerosene stove, and simple pots and pans are the most common food stalls in Yanjin City.
Jiang Xinyu hadn't had lunch yet. He smelled the aroma wafting from the pot and felt a little hungry. He walked over and sat on the mazza: "Boss, bring two bowls of wontons and add more chili oil."
"Hey, Officer Jiang, it's already past noon, and you haven't eaten yet?"
"I was delayed by something in the morning, and I didn't make it in time for dinner."
"Sit down for a moment and you'll be fine soon."
Zhao Yuhu: "Brother Jiang, you can have a bowl if you want. I've had lunch and I'm not hungry."
Jiang Xinyu patted Ma Zha beside him: "Sit down, a bowl of wontons won't kill you!"
Ten minutes later, the boss placed two bowls of steaming wontons on the table: "You two, use them slowly and be careful not to burn them."
Jiang Xinyu picked up the spoon and stirred the chili oil in the bowl, and said: "Boss, how is the business?"
Boss: "It's getting cold, but I can still be stronger. Oh, I'll just survive..."
Jiang Xinyu was chatting with the boss while eating wontons. He looked around and saw Zeng Che sitting on the street shining shoes. Because he had to find a way to stop the military commander from assassinating Gao Yuebao some time ago, he knew that Zeng Che
Che’s identity.
Jiang Xinyu could somewhat guess that meeting Zeng Che again on Hexi Street would probably not be a coincidence. Could it be that they were going to attack Gao Yuebao today?
Jiang Xinyu saw Zeng Che, and Zeng Che also saw Jiang Xinyu. He gave him money to shine his shoes, got up, walked to Ma Keming, and whispered: "There are two policemen, let's go to the front!"
There were only three members of the military commander participating in the operation, so Zeng Che had to consider all aspects. Taking action here would make it more difficult to retreat later.
Zeng Che and the others had just walked for a short time when the sound of horse bells came from far and near. Gao Yue held the saber gifted by the Emperor on his waist. He held the reins with one hand and the saddle with the other, and walked towards this side arrogantly.
come over.
Kameda Kanezaburo followed behind him, also riding an Oriental horse.
Zhao Yuhu slurped his wontons, raised his head and said, "Sheriff, I really don't understand..."
"What?"
"Japanese people are generally not very tall, so why are Oriental horses taller than Chinese horses?"
"There is no such breed of Oriental horse in the world. Their military horses are all imported from Europe..."
What caught Jiang Xinyu's attention was not the two horses, but the people behind them.
When the common people saw the Japanese officers coming on horseback, they stayed several meters away as if they were avoiding the plague, so an open space was naturally formed in front of and behind Gao Yuebao.
Only these people showed a difference. They all wore peaked caps or top hats with the brim of their hats pressed very low. They followed Gao Yuebao slowly and slowly, keeping a distance of three to five meters.
A salesman carrying a load on his shoulders accidentally bumped into a man wearing a peaked cap. He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."
The peaked cap's eyes flashed fiercely, and he cursed: "Asshole (Japanese)..."
The companion next to him gave him a tug, patted his dirty trousers with his peaked cap, glared at the salesman fiercely, and didn't care too much about it.
Are they Japanese?
Jiang Xinyu was a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he immediately understood that although the emperor's special envoy did not like to bring guards, it did not mean that the Japanese would not send people to protect him secretly.
It seems that even if the military commander took action near the Yongtai Tea House last time, they might not be successful because they had no idea that there were enemies in the dark.
Jiang Xinyu was determined to help Zeng Che. Although they were from different political parties, after all, this was the period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. They were all his own people. Seeing them being plotted by the enemy, he felt a little unbearable.
He took out two bills and put them on the table, and said to Zhao Yuhu: "Have you eaten yet?"
Zhao Yuhu wiped his mouth: "It's ready."
Jiang Xinyu stood up: "After eating, continue working. Let's go up to the front and take a look."
He thought about repeating his old trick and letting the military commanders see him. In that case, they might not dare to take action.
At this time, a man in his thirties with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks appeared on the street. His name was Ma Hui, and he was a habitual thief in the Hongqiao area. As it was not open today, I saw a few new faces, and he was also well-dressed.
I thought he was a new outsider.
Ma Hui wandered deliberately through the Japanese. As he passed by, his hand had already reached into the pocket of one of them. As soon as his fingertips touched the wallet, he was grabbed by the other person.
Jiang Xinyu had been paying attention to them. When he saw this situation, he immediately changed his mind and walked over: "Ma Hui, are you doing your old habit again?"
Ma Hui broke free from the caught wrist and said, "Officer Jiang, it's nothing. With you here, how dare I mess around."
Jiang Xinyu: "My hand has been grabbed, and you are still here in poverty with me? Let's go and stay in prison for another ten and a half days, so that you don't have to go home and start cooking."
Ma Hui: "Don't worry, Officer Jiang, this gentleman misunderstood me. If you don't believe me, ask him."
When the Japanese saw the police coming, they pointed at Ma Hui and said in blunt Chinese, "He is a thief."
Ma Hui: "Hey, don't talk nonsense. What did I steal from you? You can't even explain it. Are you a manna person?"
This Japanese man could only speak simple Chinese and could not understand what Ma Hui was saying at all, but he could tell from his expression that he must have nothing nice to say. He raised his hand angrily and slapped Ma Hui hard in the face.
Ma Hui was beaten so much that he spun around in half a circle, feeling like stars were popping up in front of his eyes. He now grasped the truth and shouted: "Officer Jiang, you saw it. I didn't steal anything from him, but he beat him."
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Zhao Yuhu scolded: "What are you yelling for? Follow us back to the police station!"
As soon as there was a delay here, it only took about three or two minutes, and Takagooshiho and Kameda Kanezaburo had already turned the corner.
A Japanese leader turned around and shouted: "Sato, don't get involved with the Chinese, it's more important to protect the special envoy. (Japanese)"
Hearing them speak Japanese, Ma Hui was so frightened that he bowed repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm blind, I'm blind..."
Sato pushed aside Zhao Yuhu who was blocking the way, and strode to follow his companions.
Zhao Yuhu muttered in a low voice: "His grandma, the Japanese are amazing. If you make me anxious, I will still arrest you."