The store is named after the shopkeeper Shan Fangyun.
It can be as small as an ordinary shaobing stall or grocery store, or as large as a well-known business. At that time, people used to use their surname, and the name was the shop's trademark.
For example, Cheng Qianfan likes to eat Shen Dacheng pastries.
For example, Li Cuiqun likes to eat Xinglong Guoji spiced beans. Guoji is the surname of the owner Guo Yingzhou.
Tang Kanglao was shocked. He saw that Deputy Director Li's car had just returned to No. 76. How did Deputy Director Li know that he had captured Shan Fangyun?
This made Tang Kanlao even more afraid of Li Cuiqun in his heart. This man gave him an unfathomable feeling.
He nodded quickly, "Yes, Director, I ordered the arrest of Shan Fangyun." Seeing Tang Kanlao's increasingly respectful expression, Li Cuiqun felt proud. Naturally, he didn't have clairvoyance or ears.
, only pay attention to small things.
Just now, when the car came back, he passed by Fangyun Daily Grocery Store. He saw that the door of the store was open, and only the little boy was sitting on the horse, crying. He was confused, so he asked Zhang Lu to stop the car and ask.
Although Feng Xiaoke was a little scared and cried and couldn't speak clearly, Zhang Lu still understood a general idea:
Someone at the secret service headquarters asked Shan Fangyun, the shopkeeper, to repair the tables and chairs.
Li Cuiqun immediately understood that there must be something wrong with Shan Fangyun, so he was captured by his men.
Why?
The secret service headquarters is renovating the building and has its own carpenters, and due to the principle of confidentiality, there is no need to find anyone from outside to do the work.
Calling Shan Fangyun to come to the secret service headquarters to repair the tables and chairs was obviously just a way to trick this person into coming in quietly.
"What did you find?" Li Cuiqun asked casually as he walked up the stairs unhurriedly. Along the way, he met agents from the secret service headquarters. Everyone stopped to salute or bow to Li Cuiqun.
Li Cuiqun nodded slightly in response.
"Shan Fangyun said he was a carpenter, but the stools in his shop were always broken and not repaired," Tang Kanlao said.
"There is a problem." Li Cuiqun nodded, "But maybe he is a lazy carpenter." "My subordinates called him to repair the tables and chairs, but he refused and had no choice but to follow." Tang Kanlao said.
"You just followed here empty-handed?" Li Cuiqun understood.
"Yes." Tang Kanlao said.
"Let's examine it." Li Cuiqun nodded, patted Tang Benlao's shoulder, and praised, "Not bad, you can see the clues in the subtleties, not bad."
…
Li Cuiqun stood at the door of the reception room and looked in.
There was a gentle smile on his face.
Cheng Qianfan held a few preserved fruits in his left hand, leaned against the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, held a newspaper in his right hand, and stuffed the preserved fruits into his mouth from time to time, reading with gusto.
A strange color flashed in Li Cuiqun's eyes.
He tapped lightly on the door with his index finger.
Winter winter winter.
Cheng Qianfan looked up and saw Li Cuiqun. He put down the newspaper, put down the preserved fruits, folded his crossed legs, rubbed his hands, and stood up quickly.
"Senior, you are finally back." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile. He pointed at the melon seed shells and licorice plum cores. "If senior doesn't come back, junior, I will just eat snacks and be full."
"Sit down, you and I brothers don't have to be restrained." Li Cuiqun said with a smile and clasped his hands together, "I had something important to do at the last minute and I didn't have time to inform my junior. I bothered my junior to wait for a long time. My sin, my sin."
"Is an apology enough?" Cheng Qianfan pointed at Li Cuiqun angrily, "At least it deserves a meal."
"Hahaha." Li Cuiqun laughed loudly, "That's right, that's right."
As he said that, he glanced at the newspaper Cheng Qianfan had just put down on the table, "Junior was so fascinated just now, what were you reading?"
"Look through it casually." Cheng Qianfan picked up the newspaper and handed it to Li Cuiqun nonchalantly, "What do you think, senior, of the views here?"
This is a critical article published by someone in "Jingbao", criticizing people living in Shanghai today for generally having shortcomings such as laziness, vanity, shamelessness, etc. The list is as follows: (PS2)
1. Get up late in the morning.
2. Women don’t work.
3. Men only care about finding their own partners.
4. Women put too much thought into makeup.
5. Everyone spends too much time playing.
6. Fear of strangers.
7. Young men are too frivolous.
8. Young women are too arrogant.
9. Men are not ashamed to be slaves of foreigners.
10. Women don’t feel ashamed when they become prostitutes.
Li Cuiqun took the newspaper and looked at it for a few times, then shook his head, "There may be something meaningful to say, but some of the words are too extreme."
As he said that, he looked at Cheng Qianfan and said, "It turns out that my junior likes to read essays."
Then he turned his right hand and saw the other side of the page.
What catches the eye is a photo of a graceful woman, accompanied by a short article. The photo is of the female star Mei Naiyang, and the author tells a story about Mei Naiyang in a writing style comparable to Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng.
One day, Mei Naiyang came to Yong'an Company to choose clothes. A big star arrived. The clerk was very attentive and put all kinds of new styles in front of her.
No one expected that after choosing the cheongsam, Mei Naiyang actually instructed a strange male clerk to help her put it on. After saying that, he stretched out his jade legs and lifted up the skirt of the cheongsam as if nothing had happened.
This is simply a shocking move.
The male clerk's hands were trembling, and his face was red as he helped Mei Naiyang put on her breasts... Li Cuiqun was shocked to see that someone wrote in pencil at the end of this article: Later, this male clerk became obsessed with breasts and became obsessed with them.
Unable to extricate myself from obsession.
There is also a sentence next to Menaiyang's photo, "Beautiful eyes look forward to it."
"You, you." Li Cuiqun glanced at the pencil on the table. How could he still not know what this sentence meant? He couldn't help crying or laughing, and pointed at Cheng Qianfan, "It's insulting to gentlemen."
"My fair lady, a gentleman is so jealous." Cheng Qianfan snorted, "What's the crime?" The two chatted for a while, and Li Cuiqun took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, "Let's go to my office.
That’s really good Lu’an Guapian.”
"What am I drinking about love?" Cheng Qianfan pointed at his tea cup and said with a smile. As he spoke, he packed up several newspapers on the table and pretended to put them into his briefcase, "Then I want to taste it."
Once I tasted it, the seniors praised it and it was really good."
"What is this for?" Li Cuiqun pointed at the newspaper that Cheng Qianfan was about to stuff into his briefcase.
"Evidence for the complaint." Cheng Qianfan smiled, "According to the joint announcement of the (French Concession) Public Security Bureau and the (Public Concession) Ministry of Industry Bureau, all newspapers and periodicals that promote 'Japanese hatred' and ideological trends are banned, and no individual or group is allowed to hide them.
Such newspapers and periodicals also welcome citizens to actively report reports. Once verified, rewards ranging from one yuan to twenty yuan will be given."
The corners of his mouth raised, which made his smile clearly show the (unconcealed) sarcasm. He raised the newspaper in his hand, "It turns out that the biggest harm to Sino-Japanese friendship in Shanghai is that the power to encourage hatred against Japan is hiding in Jisi
