Chapter 208 Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find
Soon, steaming hot wontons arrived.
"Have you been setting up a stall here?"
He solemnly picked up the spoon and took a sip of the wonton soup, praising: "The soup is fresh and delicious, and the craftsmanship is good!"
While Wang Wu was making wontons skillfully, he replied: "I used to live in the area around the Chenghuang Temple, and I only came here a few days ago."
He solemnly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a wonton and put it on the plate, and said: "I mean, why haven't I seen you before? Oh, I work nearby and often come here for late-night snacks. The business of the Chenghuang Temple should be better.
Bar?"
Wang Wu sighed: "Oh, there is no way. The management fee has more than doubled. For a small business like mine, there is not much money left after paying the expenses, so I can only change places..."
He solemnly stopped his chopsticks, thought for a while, and said, "I remember that the City God's Temple should be Ji Yunqing's territory, right?"
"Yes, yes, it's his territory." Wang Wu nodded repeatedly.
"This Ji Huhu has done everything but good deeds. Someone should take care of him..." Zheng Zheng said casually.
Wang Wu said nervously: "Fellow, in Shanghai, you don't dare to say such things casually. If people from the Qing Gang listen to it, you will be in big trouble."
He smiled solemnly and said, "If you have any trouble, let me know."
Wang Wu looked around and said with a mysterious expression: "A while ago, Li Maoxiang, the owner of Fuyun Tea House, made a few complaints after drinking. One of them said this. He said that people can eat people without spitting out their bones.
Ji Laohu will die a good death sooner or later. Because of these words, that night, he was stuffed into a sack in an alley near his home, pulled into the Huangpu River in a car, and thrown headfirst into the river!"
"Did Ji Yunqing send someone to do this?"
"Absolutely. Li Maoxiang is very popular and has never offended anyone."
"What happened next?"
"Fortunately, he was discovered by a fishing boat fishing at night, and he saved his life. Li Maoxiang has given up drinking since then. No matter whether he is in front of him or behind him, he never dares to say a bad word to Ji Qingyun again."
"You don't dare to say it at home?"
"Think about it, at the wine table that day, there were all people who were close friends with Li Maoxiang. Didn't the news reach Ji Yunqing's ears as well..."
Xu Siqi discovered an interesting phenomenon. At the beginning, Wang Wuhe seemed very cautious when talking to Zheng Zheng, and often thought for a while before answering.
Things are different now. When talking about Li Maoxiang's experiences, he talks eloquently and so fast that you can hardly feel the punctuation.
It can be seen from this that Wang Wu who is here at this time is just like Wang Wu in normal times.
Then the question arises. When he was talking to Zheng Zheng, he should have no worries in his heart. Why did he appear hesitant instead?
The management fee Wang Wu mentioned is actually the protection fee charged by the gang.
The area around the City God's Temple falls within Ji Yunqing's sphere of influence.
In recent years, among the four leaders of the Qinggang, whether it is Du Wenlong, Huang Yaofa, or Zhang Xiaolin, they have all actively transitioned into serious development.
It is impossible for people to make money forever, and it is the same in any era to whiten their identity and gain recognition from the upper class.
Zhang Xiaolin's candidacy for director of the Ministry of Industry and Industry Bureau was also a means of whitewashing his identity.
Directors of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau are equivalent to members of the Congress. Who dares to say that members of the Congress are gangsters?
Ji Yunqing is unique in that he is reluctant to give up the gangster business and still runs illegal businesses overtly and covertly.
For example, assassination, robbery, drug trafficking, kidnapping, extortion, etc.
Wang Wu continued: "Another time, when Mr. Ji passed by the door, Aunt Lan glanced at him too much and got slapped twice in the face, saying that Aunt Lan was looking at people with her white eyes..."
He asked solemnly: "Who is Aunt Lan?"
"Aunt Lan is also a fellow from Tianjin and has been in Shanghai for more than ten years." Wang Wu replied.
He looked at each other solemnly and Xu Siqi, and then said: "Boss Wang, what is the name of Aunt Lan you mentioned?"
"I don't know. What's wrong? Do you know him?"
"The name sounds strangely familiar. I wonder if it's the same person. What does Aunt Lan look like? How old is she?"
"My hair is all white, so I'm not even fifty. She looks short and chubby... Oh, Aunt Lan has a mole in the middle of her chin."
"Where is her home?"
"I heard her mention it, it seems to be Cundli, near the west gate of the city..."
"What's the number on Cunde Road?"
"Then I don't know."
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Early the next morning.
Xu Siqi and Zheng Zheng drove to Cunde Road.
"Siqi, do you know what this is called?"
"What?"
"You can't find anything even after you've worn iron shoes, and it took no effort to get here! God has opened his eyes, you damned human trafficker, I finally found you!"
The solemn excitement is beyond words.
Xu Siqi said: "Seriously, don't you think there is something fishy about this matter?"
"What's weird?"
"That king five..."
"Shanghai is such a big place, so we met Wang Wu, and Wang Wu happened to know Aunt Lan. Coincidences came one after another, and it looked more like a conspiracy."
"That's right."
"I had someone check it early in the morning, and Wang Wu didn't lie. He used to set up a wonton stall in the Chenghuang Temple. The management fee increased, so he moved to the vicinity of the Hongkou patrol house. He has four children at home, and his wife is indeed from Tianjin.
, the couple are ordinary people, and there is no problem with their identity and background. Besides, whether it is a conspiracy or not, can it be hidden from our eyes? "
Xu Siqi hesitated to speak and nodded slightly, agreeing with the solemn point of view.
He solemnly increased the accelerator and the car sped towards the city.
In fact, in terms of living environment, the best areas are in the French Concession, such as Joffre Road, Pétain Road, etc.
The British Concession was mainly economically prosperous.
Ten miles of foreign land, a world of flowers.
It generally refers to the British Concession and basically has nothing to do with the French Concession.
For example, in the area around the west gate of Chengxiang, even though it is on the edge of the concession, the streets are still busy with traffic, and there are rows of shops and businesses, making it a bustling and lively scene everywhere.
Cundli is located on the outside of the city. The neighborhood is mostly old-fashioned buildings from thirty years ago. It is rare to see beautiful and elegant garden houses.
The Ford sedan slowly stopped on the street, and Xu Siqi and Zheng got out of the car.
They had just made inquiries and found out that there was indeed a woman matching Aunt Lan's characteristics living nearby.
He has a Tianjin accent, is short and fat, and is about 45 to 50 years old.
The most important feature is that there is a mole in the middle of the lower jaw.
There are more than 200 households in Chunli, and it was unclear for a while what number Aunt Lan lived in.
He solemnly said: "Siqi, at this time, you have to borrow the power of Inspector Hua to mobilize patrols from house to house on the pretext of searching for communists... Huh? Why are these guys here?"
Not far away from the alley, the Japanese ronin Matsumoto Ueki and Murakami came out in a hurry.
Xu Siqi thought about it and walked quickly across the road.