Chapter 637 Xiao Cheng is always angry

 Wharf.

The melodious whistle sounded, and the black smoke column shot straight into the sky.

The staff held up tin trumpets and shouted at the top of their lungs, calling on people to ‘be quiet’.

 The ocean-going ship that started from London and crossed half of the world has completed its supplies and is about to leave Shanghai for its next stop, Hong Kong.

To be precise, this cruise ship will dock in Guangzhou. Passengers going to Hong Kong will need to transfer to other ships to go to Hong Kong, and this huge cruise ship will continue the rest of its itinerary, with the next stop being Singapore and then Manila. , Colombo, Mumbai, and selectively stop at Ceylon on the way.

 “Everyone, prepare your tickets and get on the boat with your tickets!”

“For goods that have not yet been inspected, inspect them as soon as possible. After inspection, the delivery receipt will be issued.”

"Boss Zheng, it's time to board the ship." Fei Tong glanced around, sweating on his forehead, and feeling anxious, "Cheng Qianfan hasn't come yet, so he has changed his mind."

 Without Cheng Qianfan coming, it would be impossible for their goods to pass the inspection and not be able to get on the ship.

 The five men around him also looked slightly nervous.

“Or maybe Cheng Qianfan sold us to the Japanese?” Fei Tong expressed his suspicion.

"No." Zheng Weilong blinked and shook his head, his voice hoarse, "Inspector Xiao Cheng always keeps his word. The most important thing in this kind of thing is reputation."

At this moment, the piercing car horn sounded, startling the crowd on the pier to jump up and down.

Then everyone saw two cars approaching at high speed. The car in front braked suddenly, almost hitting the passengers who couldn't avoid it.

 The car behind also braked to a sudden stop.

 The person who was almost hit was a young couple. When the husband saw this, he stepped forward angrily to argue.

Then he saw the doors of the car in front of him opened on all sides, and four patrol policemen in uniforms and loaded with ammunition got out.

 Except for the driver who was standing beside the car, the other three people were close to the car behind, observing the surrounding situation vigilantly.

 Then, a police officer got out of the passenger seat of the car. He looked around with a serious expression. After confirming that there was no danger, he came to the rear door and bent down to open the door.

The man who was about to come up to argue just now had a look of horror on his face, stopped hurriedly, turned around and left.

“Who is that person who got out of the car?” The wife was not stupid and did not accuse her husband of being a coward. She pulled her husband away and then asked cautiously.

“Cheng Qianfan, Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Patrol Room.” The man said with a trembling tone.

Seeing that his wife didn't understand, he whispered, "That's 'Mr. Xiao Cheng'!"

When the woman heard this, her beauty changed color and she patted her chest, "It's okay, it's okay."

It would be a big mistake if he angered the famous Mr. Cheng, especially since he is a very voluptuous person and he happens to be quite pretty.

 Oh my God, it’s so dangerous!

　　Wiping the sweat from her forehead, the woman who had retreated took out a small mirror and carefully touched up her makeup.

 …

 Cheng Qianfan took the police hat from Hou Pingliang's hand, flicked the non-existent dust, and put it on.

He raised his head and met Zheng Weilong's eyes.

A warm smile immediately broke out on Mr. Cheng's face. He raised his hand and strode over. Several of his subordinates stood in a fan-shaped guarding posture.

“This guy Miyazaki, he has cherished his life even more since he was shot last time.” Sanbonjiro set up the binoculars with both hands, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was smiling.

"Just this morning, Miyazaki-kun's Jiujiu business seemed to have a conflict with someone." Araki Harima said, "Miyazaki-kun has always been cautious, maybe it has something to do with this matter."

“Oh?” Sanbonjiro asked, “With whom, what kind of conflict happened.”

"It seems that there was some unpleasantness with people from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association." Araki Harima said, "The specific situation is not clear yet."

"Zhang Xiaolin's person?" Sanbonjiro thought for a moment and said, "This person is serving the empire and is still useful."

"Understood." Araki Harima nodded, "I will talk to Miyazaki-kun."

“What do you think Zheng Weilong might be hiding in those luggage?” Sanbonjiro asked.

"Miyazaki-kun and I have analyzed and discussed this matter. It is probably the wealth accumulated by Zheng Weilong in Shanghai." Araki Harima said.

 In the morning, Miyazaki Kentaro contacted him urgently and informed him that Zheng Weilong had found him and wanted to ask him to help clear the customs clearance of goods.

He and Miyazaki Kentaro analyzed the matter and believed that Zheng Weilong's luggage and cargo were most likely the wealth accumulated by this person during his tenure as the Shanghai station director of the Lixingshe Secret Service.

 “The stupid Chinese people.” Sanbonjiro snorted coldly in his nose.

As the commander of the government's foreign agent organization in the largest city in the Far East, when he evacuated Shanghai in embarrassment, what he cared about most was the wealth he grabbed in Shanghai.

And there are many high-ranking Chinese officials like Zheng Weilong.

 It is a blessing for the empire to have such an opponent.

 This is the portrayal of destiny in the Japanese Empire!

"Do you want to arrange for someone to check?" Araki Harima asked. His men had already spread out. One of them was lurking as a dock worker. If necessary, he could check at any time.

 “No need.” Sanbonjiro shook his head.

The core of the "Sickle" plan is to enable Kentaro Miyazaki to gain the trust and appreciation of Zheng Weilong, and finally successfully infiltrate the Secret Service of Lixingshe.

This is the time for ‘Cheng Qianfan’ to show Zheng Weilong his influence and ability in Shanghai, so there is no need to add any extraneous details.

“That guy Miyazaki, what did he say?” Sanbonjiro asked.

 “I remember—” Araki Harima thought, “how come the prestige comes from.”

 “Bag duck falls!” Sanbonjiro cursed, and then he could only shake his head helplessly.

 He knew that even he, the section chief, could only cooperate at this time and watch the guy show off his power.

 …

 Mr. Xiao Cheng took action personally.

Zheng Weilong’s luggage and cargo did not need to be inspected at all and were released directly.

 “Brother Cheng, I’m very grateful to you for your secret help when Zheng is in trouble.” Zheng Weilong said with a smile.

Cheng Qianfan smiled and said, "Boss Zheng is very polite. Cheng has no other hobbies but respecting heroes."

He looked at Zheng Weilong, the head of the Shanghai Station of the Lixingshe Secret Service, which impressed him with admiration.

Zheng Weilong's eyes originally had a squint. After being arrested, he was electrocuted. This torture seemed to have a correction effect, and his eyesight is much better now.

Zheng Weilong looked at the river in the distance, as if he was talking to the air, or to Cheng Qianfan, "What a great river and mountain!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Cheng Qianfan, "Mr. Wenzao and Ms. Su are both martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country. Mr. Cheng is a senior figure in the party and the country. Even the principal also praised Mr. Cheng highly."

“Brother Cheng,” Zheng Weilong said with a sincere expression, “The party-state is a great revolutionary foundation laid down by your grandfather and your father-in-law.”

 He patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder and said, "Brother, your background is something that even I am extremely envious of."

"If I am willing to play for Chongqing, my future is bright." After saying that, Zheng Weilong waved his hand, "Let me tell you, please listen. I am a very smart person, and I naturally know what is good and what is bad."

 The two shook hands.

"Brother Cheng, I only have one last thing to say." Zheng Weilong said in a deep voice, "Your hometown is Jiangshan, brother, you are Chinese! Don't say anything, listen to me, brother, come back, the party and the country need it For talents like you, the principal attaches great importance to talents from your hometown."

“Unless you don’t admit that you are Chinese!” Zheng Weilong stared into his eyes.

Cheng Qianfan looked distressed and said, "Brother Zheng, why do you have to force me?"

Zheng Weilong smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, brother."

 “Take care! See you soon!” Zheng Weilong and Cheng Qianfan shook hands.

 Cheng Qianfan felt the note in his palm, his expression remained unchanged, and he said loudly, "Boss Zheng, have a safe journey! See you soon!"

 Watching Zheng Weilong and several of his men board the cruise ship, Cheng Qianfan took off his police hat, smiled, and waved goodbye.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a young man wearing a peaked cap, carrying a small suitcase and hurriedly boarding the ship and disappearing into the crowd.

This person's name is "Sanqi". Sanqi is a nickname, and there is no other name besides this.

 ‘Sanqi’ is the leader of Jiang Mulezi’s special operations brigade.

This time to follow the ship secretly, the only task is:

Once Oku Hideo says something he shouldn't say, or tries to escape, he will be eliminated as soon as possible!

 …

 Withdrawing his gaze, Cheng Qianfan finally waved towards Zheng Weilong.

"Boss Fei." Cheng Qianfan glanced at Fei Tong, who was also seeing him off, and said, "Boss Zheng and I know very well what you do. Dare I ask Boss Fei, what do you do?"

"Mr. Cheng, my Mr. Cheng." Fei Tong clasped his hands, "Don't scare me, I'm scared. I'm just a serious businessman. In the future, I will rely on your face to earn a living. How can I hope that I will?" You, the old man, are so proud of me."

"A serious businessman?" Cheng Qianfan glanced at Fei Tong up and down, frowned, and shook his head, "This is not acceptable."

Just when Fei Tong was drumming and nervous, he heard Cheng Qianfan say: These days, if you want to make money, you have to use your brain more.

Feitong exaggeratedly wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Mr. Cheng, fortunately I don't have a heart disease, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

As he said that, he showed a slightly flattering smile, "From now on, Fei will be grateful to you, Mr. Cheng, for taking care of me."

“Easy to say, easy to say.” Cheng Qianfan smiled gently, “Cheng always treats people with sincerity. As long as you are sincere, you are a friend.”

“Sincerity must be sincerity.” Fei Tong said with a smile on his face, “Fei has always been sincere to his friends.”

 The two looked at each other and laughed.

 …

“Go to the German Restaurant in Hartung Garden.” After getting in the car, Cheng Qianfan said to Li Hao, who had been staying in the cab.

“Brother Fan, my sister-in-law said not to let Xiaobao eat too much meat.” Li Hao immediately guessed what Brother Fan was doing at the German restaurant in Hartung Garden on Jing’an Temple Road.

To the east of Hartung Garden Gate, there are two German Western restaurants next to each other.

The Laixi Restaurant is opened by serious Germans. Yes, the Germans followed the local customs and gave the restaurant a very festive name.

Another German restaurant is owned by a Chinese, called Dalai Restaurant. The German chef of this restaurant was hired from Laixi Hotel.

Hence, the signature dishes of both German restaurants are actually the same:

 German pork trotters and sauerkraut!

 Xiaobao likes to eat German pig's trotters.

“Your sister-in-law wants to eat the sauerkraut from Diners Restaurant.” Cheng Qianfan said.

 When we arrived at the Diners Hotel on the east side of the Hartung Garden Gate on Jing'an Temple Road, Mr. Xiao Cheng came in person. After hearing the news, the hotel manager was naturally busy entertaining him personally.

 After packing the German pickles, Cheng Qianfan looked at the colorful advertising portrait of German pig's trotters posted on the glass cabinet and curled his lips, "Does it taste good?"

The manager was stunned. Mr. Cheng, you often come here to buy it. Don’t you know whether it tastes good or not?

 Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly.

Cold sweat broke out on the manager's forehead. He looked at Mr. Cheng carefully: "Do you mean it tastes good or not?"

Li Hao on the side winked helplessly.

The manager seemed to have received an amnesty and said with a smile on his face, "To be honest, Mr. Cheng, this dish is the signature dish of our store and is famous far and wide..."

"In that case, here are four pig's trotters." Xiao Cheng nodded calmly.

 Go back to the car.

Li Hao glanced through the rearview mirror a few times, but hesitated to speak.

“Xiaobao hasn’t eaten it yet, let’s give him a taste, and we’ll drink whatever is left.” Cheng Qianfan said casually.

 Being able to eat is a blessing. Seeing Xiaobao devouring meat made him feel happy.

At this moment, the door of the other car that had been waiting nearby and escorted at any time opened, and Hou Pingliang trotted over.

 “Brother Fan, we’ve caught him.”

 “Lead the way!” Cheng Qianfan’s face darkened and he said coldly.

"yes!"

 …

Jiashan Teahouse.

As the name of the store indicates, the owner is from Jiashan, Zhejiang.

 Cheng Qianfan was sitting in the elegant room, sipping tea very seriously.

 Since Mr. Xiao Cheng is here, the host should serve him the best tea.

 A patrolman opened the door and came in, respectfully placing two gift boxes on the table.

 There are two dolls inside.

A new English dress shop opened opposite the Jiashan Tea House. Cheng Qianfan saw the doll advertising cloth on the shop sign from a distance, and arranged for his men to buy two.

 Xiaobao will definitely like it.

Ruolan should also like it.

He thought to himself.

 He picked up the doll and looked at it with interest.

 …

After a while, Hou Pingliang knocked on the door and came in.

 “Tell me about it.” Mr. Xiao Cheng continued to study the doll and said casually.

“I told you, it was Shao Er who arranged for him to do it,” Hou Pingliang said.

 “Shao Er?” Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about who this person was.

This morning, he received a report from his subordinates that one of his subordinates working at the Qingdong Wharf in the trading company had his leg broken.

The other party not only hurt people, but when the subordinate named "Chang Sangou" called out Mr. Xiao Cheng's name, he went even more ruthless and directly disabled one of "Chang Sangou's" legs.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Xiao Cheng only said one sentence, no, to be precise, one word plus one word:

try to find! Dig three feet into the ground!

Now, the person who broke Chang Sangou's legs, the **** nicknamed "Fa Chou", was caught in a gambling stall.

“Brother Fan, Shao Er is from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association and is a subordinate of Mr. Zhang.” Lu Jiufan on the side said, “Do you think?”

Cheng Qianfan ignored Lu Jiufan and looked at Hou Pingliang, "Both legs are broken. It's so pitiful. You have to suffer while you are alive, so do good things."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Cheng always looked at the doll in his hand with gentle eyes, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and praised, "Good tea!"

Hou Pingliang turned around and left without saying a word.

 After two screams, Fa Gong's legs were broken and bent at 90 degrees, and he fainted.

“Brother Fan said, throw it into the river to feed the fish.” Hou Pingliang said coldly.

"yes!"

 Then he came back again.

“Speak out.” Xiao Cheng always put the doll into the gift box, stood up, and stretched, “Shao Er made rude remarks, and Xiao Cheng always got very angry.”

Holding a doll gift box in one hand, Cheng Qianfan strode out of the teahouse and said, "I'm very angry, very angry."

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 I received a notice in the evening that I will continue the nucleic acid test tomorrow. This is once a day, and my throat is calloused.

 Come on, hope the epidemic will pass soon!

　　

 (End of this chapter)