Amao was so trampled that he couldn't move. He shouted to his companions with a pale face: "Agui, Shengzi, what are you waiting for? Come on!"
"Let's see who dares to move!" The guest opened his clothes, revealing the gun holster on his waist.
When they saw that the other party had a gun, several Youth Gang disciples who were eager to try did not dare to take action.
The guest said calmly: "Go back and tell Zhang Xiaolin that Zhou Daosan asked him to sell his face to give this boss a way to survive. It is not easy for him to support his family."
Although I don't know who Zhou Daosan is, judging from his tone and the pistol in his waist, these guys from the Qing Gang don't dare to be too presumptuous.
Watching Amao and his gang go away, Zhou Daosan said to the frightened boss: "Continue doing your business, it'll be fine."
The boss said with a grimace: "It's okay now, but they will definitely come back to trouble me in the future..."
Zhou Daosan said: "Don't worry, I often come to Fuxi Road. If they dare to cause trouble for you, I will stand up for you!"
He looked back at Xu Siqi and said, "Little brother, are you going to Foch Road?"
"Yes." Xu Siqi nodded.
"Let's go, I happened to be on the way and I'll give you a ride." Zhou Daosan pointed to the black car parked across the street.
Xu Siqi said: "No trouble, I'll take the tram there..."
"There is no tram here. By the time you find the Rue Foch, it will probably be daybreak."
"Thank you very much."
Xu Siqi was no longer polite and followed Zhou Daosan into the car with his suitcase.
On the way, Zhou Daosan held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a cigarette with the other and threw one to Xu Siqi. He lit one himself and said, "What's your last name?"
"My surname is Xu, Xu Siqi."
"My surname is Zhou, Zhou Weilong. Oh, Zhou Daosan is also me, Zhou Weilong, also known as Daosan."
"Mr. Zhou, nice to meet you."
"Thank you for what happened just now."
"You're welcome."
"You're really not being polite. There's so little justice these days...Brother Xu, your skills are pretty good. You look like a practicing martial artist at first glance."
"I don't dare to be a martial artist. I did learn some fighting skills when I was in school."
In accordance with the school running policy of fitness and national protection advocated by the government, many schools now offer physical education classes. Because physical education classes are a new thing, the content of the courses is also very strange, and even the military formation drills are copied.
Zhou Weilong took two puffs of cigarette and asked casually: "Which school do you study in?"
Xu Siqi said: "Japan's Etajima Naval Academy."
Zhou Weilong glanced at Xu Siqi in surprise and said, "Are you an international student?"
"Yes. However, I am ashamed to say that I only studied at Etajima for one year."
"Do you speak Japanese?"
"certainly."
"Then why did you only study for one year?"
"Last year during the New Year dinner, I had a serious conflict with my classmates and was expelled from the school."
"What a pity. I heard that Etajima is the best naval school in the world. Brother Xu, you missed a great learning opportunity."
"I drank two more drinks and couldn't control my emotions, so..." Xu Siqi sighed softly, seeming to regret his recklessness.
He then smiled again and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter. Our country doesn't have a navy anyway. Even if you return from school, there will be no use for it."
Zhou Weilong shook his head and said: "You can't say that. If it's not happening now, it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future..."
Soon, the car entered the French Concession.
Zhou Weilong said: "Brother Xu, you told the boss that you are from Anhui, but why does it sound like the accent from Pingjin?"
Xu Siqi said: "Oh, in the early years, my father was transferred to Tianjin Nankai Education Bureau, and our family followed him to Tianjin."
"What is your father's position in the Education Bureau?"
"Inspector."
"Then why didn't you go back to Tianjin and came to Shanghai instead?"
"My father died of illness two years ago, and my mother has been in poor health. Last year..."
"Sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"It doesn't matter."
The car parked slowly on the side of the road. Opposite stood a three-story building with a line of large characters on the plaque: Golden Theater.
"Kaizir Road Minti Niyin Road..." Xu Siqi glanced at the street sign and read it softly.
Zhou Weilong said: "This is a new name given by the concession authority. The common people think it is a confusing name, so they are still used to calling it Foch Road."
Xu Siqi picked up the suitcase and said politely: "Mr. Zhou, thank you for sending me here. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to see you again."
Zhou Weilong pondered for a moment and said, "Do you know who I am?"
Xu Siqi shook his head.
Zhou Weilong said: "To be honest, I am from the Secret Service."
Xu Siqi looked confused: "I'm sorry for my ignorance, but what does the Secret Service... do?"
Zhou Weilong's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "You don't even know about the Secret Service?"
"I just returned to China and I don't know much about the situation in the country."
"The Secret Service is the intelligence department of the government. It is affiliated with the National Military Commission and is directly responsible to the chairman." As he spoke, Zhou Weilong took out his ID and handed it over.
After seeing the certificate, Xu Siqi handed it back with both hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it turns out you are a government official."
Zhou Weilong said: "Brother Xu, are you interested in joining us? I can be your introducer."
Xu Siqi said: "Mr. Zhou, thank you for your kindness, but I know nothing about information science, so I'm afraid I'm not suitable for this job."
Zhou Weilong smiled slightly: "This is not a problem. You have a background in the military academy and have very good innate conditions. Moreover, after joining the Secret Service, you will need special training."
Xu Siqi hesitated for a while and said, "Can you allow me to think about this for a while?"
Zhou Weilong opened his briefcase, took out a small notebook, wrote a series of numbers on it, tore it off and handed it to Xu Siqi, saying: "This is the phone number of my office. If you think about it clearly, you can call me at any time."
"OK."
"Do you have any relatives in Shanghai?"
"No. My relatives are all far away in Hefei."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm here to join a middle school classmate who works in a foreign company. I wanted to find a job in Shanghai through his connections."
Zhou Weilong sighed and said with some sincerity: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. Brother Xu, listen to my advice. The current situation is turbulent and the country is facing internal and external troubles. People with insight should work towards rejuvenation."
We should take the nation as our own responsibility, rather than clinging to our own shortcomings and only coveting a comfortable personal life!"
Xu Siqi said solemnly: "I will seriously consider what you said."
According to the regulations of the Secret Service, all new members must provide detailed and reliable personal information. This is a necessary procedure.
Zhou Weilong made a brief inquiry and felt that Xu Siqi was very suitable for spy work given his own conditions.
The most important thing is that Xu Siqi can speak Japanese. The Secret Service's future work will focus mainly on Japanese people. Such talents are really rare.