Chapter 638 Kangtong joins forces

 Xiaobao likes the doll Cheng Qianfan bought for her very much.

"I'm so happy." Bai Ruolan glanced at Xiaobao, who was sleeping with the doll in his arms, and said with a smile.

Cheng Qianfan carefully helped Bai Ruolan back to the bedroom and lay on the bed.

"I'm not Lin Daiyu, how can I be so weak and helpless." Bai Ruolan gave her husband an angry look.

 “It’s better to be careful.” Cheng Qianfan himself leaned on the recliner, picked up the doll given to Ruolan, placed it horizontally in front of him, and practiced holding the child.

Bai Ruolan glanced sideways and smiled.

"Why are you laughing? I'll practice in advance." Cheng Qianfan rolled his eyes at Bai Ruolan, "Tell me, you are so beautiful and I am so handsome, how beautiful our child will be."

"Are you ashamed? How can you praise yourself for being handsome and beautiful?" Bai Ruolan said, her eyes full of longing for a happy future life, "But you are right, our child will definitely be very good-looking. .”

 …

 There was a crash!

 A set of exquisite tea sets was thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces.

 “If a dead child dies, his parents will die soon!” Zhang Xiaolin laughed angrily and cursed.

 “Xiao Cheng is always angry when Shao Er makes rude remarks!”—

 What Mr. Cheng posted in the afternoon had already spread throughout half of Shanghai in the evening.

 “Ning is just a little brat, but he is extremely arrogant!” Zhang Xiaolin was furious and cursed again.

Who is Shao Er?

Everyone knows that Shao Er is Zhang Xiaolin’s trusted subordinate!

Now, Cheng Qianfan, that little bastard, actually said such words in public. This is not to arrest Shao Er. This is not to give him Zhang Xiaolin face, but to slap him in Zhang Xiaolin's face!

"Spread the word." Zhang Xiaolin snorted coldly and ordered the housekeeper, "Next month is the third wife's birthday, and Shao Er is responsible for preparing the birthday party."

"I understand." The butler agreed and said, "Master, please don't take it to heart. Cheng Qianfan is a young man who doesn't know the heights of the world. Sooner or later, he will come to apologize to you in person!"

"Apologise?" Zhang Xiaolin sneered, "Is it enough to apologize?"

 …

“An apology is not enough.” Cheng Qianfan shook his head, took the pancake handed over by Lao Huang, rolled it in shrimp paste, and said it was delicious.

 It was already the morning of the next day.

Mr. Xiao Cheng went downstairs and wandered in the yard. He was attracted by the smell of Lao Huang cooking pancakes on a small coal stove in the medical room. Soon the two of them were eating and drinking together.

“Don’t mention it, eating pancakes rolled with shrimp roe and dried fish, and drinking rice wine, it’s a very special experience.” Cheng Qianfan took a sip of rice wine and clicked his tongue.

"Is this Shao Er dangerous?" Lao Huang also took a sip of wine and asked in a low voice.

“The hunters from Qingdong **** the people from Shopkeeper Four into Shanghai through the Qingdong Wharf.” Cheng Qianfan took a bite of the pancake, and the delicious taste of the shrimp filled his entire mouth.

He gave a thumbs up to Lao Huang and continued, "The level at the pier is the 'Chang San Gou' route."

"Shao Er's people found 'Chang Sangou' and asked him if there was anyone suspicious entering Shanghai on Jiujiu Trading's ship. 'Chang Sangou' said he had never seen it." Cheng Qianfan continued, "'Chang Sangou' 'Of course he denied it, and then his legs were broken."

 …

“What evidence did the people from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association get?” Lao Huang asked.

"It's unlikely." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. "The whole thing is extremely secretive, and the possibility of leaks is very small. Even 'Chang Sangou' doesn't know the truth. He just takes money to do things."

“The feedback from the organization is that on the way here, they encountered a mountain search team from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association, and several people continued on their way after killing these wild dogs.” Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples.

He continued, "This group of people is Shao Er's men. They pursued them all the way to the dock."

"Understood." Lao Huang nodded, and Shao Er's men pursued them all the way. When they arrived at the dock, they completely lost sight of their comrades.

Although the trace of the pursuit was lost, the person disappeared near the pier, so the answer seemed obvious. The target they were chasing most likely boarded the ship from the pier and left.

“Yes, the people of Shao Er are naturally unable to confirm that the person was transported out by ‘Chang Sangou’, but this does not prevent them from focusing this matter on ‘Chang Sangou’.”

 “Is this coming for you?” Lao Huang concluded.

“It’s more likely, that’s my point of view.” Cheng Qianfan sneered, “Some people are jealous of money and treat me as a fat sheep.”

 …

When Cheng Qianfan heard his subordinates reporting this incident, his first thought was that the enemy had learned about the Qingdong guerrillas transporting wounded New Fourth Army soldiers to Shanghai, so the enemy began a large-scale search.

This made him immediately vigilant. Although he had a plan, even if this matter was found on his head, he would have a 'reasonable explanation'. However, the leakage of intelligence itself meant a lot of trouble. How did the enemy know this? Something secret?

  This is a hidden danger that may bring great security threats to the organization.

 Must get to the bottom of things.

However, he soon realized that the situation might be more 'rough' than he imagined:

 The greater possibility is that someone is eyeing him, Cheng Qianfan, or to be precise, he is eyeing the fat piece of Jiujiu Trading.

 Or to put it more lightly, someone wants to bite off a piece of meat from Jiujiu Trading.

Shao Er's people might just be using the topic to blame Chang Sangou for the escape of their attacker, and then continue to expand the accusation and fall on Jiujiu Trading.

 …

"There is another possibility that your Jiujiu Trading has taken away the business of the New Asia Peace Promotion Association." Lao Huang said.

The New Asia Peace Promotion Association is doing evil everywhere, purchasing and supplying rice, cotton, coal and other military supplies urgently needed for the war for the Japanese invaders.

With the support of the Japanese, the business of the New Asia Peace Promotion Association grew bigger and bigger, and Zhang Xiaolin also made a lot of money from it.

As his business grew, Zhang Xiaolin began to realize that Mr. Cheng’s Jiujiu Trading was a tough competitor. Boss Zhang, who had a very rogue habit, took action and ‘did something like this’!

"This is what I am most worried about and afraid of." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "If this is the case, there will be no room for change between Zhang Xiaolin and I."

“If it had been anyone else, and the New Asia Peace Promotion Association had labeled him as having something to do with Japan-haters, he would have really been in trouble,” said Lao Huang.

Cheng Qianfan took the words and said coldly, "It's just that this time I want to break off two teeth of this traitorous organization!"

Yes, after first being accused of being 'Japanese haters' or 'sympathizing with Japanese haters', the New Asia Peace Promotion Association will then use this excuse to plunder property and oppress the people, even some wealthy squires. They were also robbed by them, and they suffered terribly.

 …

“It might be a good thing to take advantage of this opportunity to fall out with the New Asia Peace Promotion Association.” Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.

 Lao Huang nodded in agreement.

 Among enemies, it is a good thing to have many friends.

However, sometimes, having many enemies has its own advantages.

"As my business grows, more and more people will be eyeing this piece of fat." Cheng Qianfan took a sip of rice wine and smacked his lips, "Mr. Crying, for some people, seems to be unnecessary."

"That's because they are used to being superior. The most important thing is that they have never suffered from you." Lao Huang said with a smile.

“How do you make it sound like I’m a cunning and ruthless bully?” Cheng Qianfan said while eating a small dried fish and spitting out a small fish bone.

 “Isn’t it?” Lao Huang asked.

 The two looked at each other and laughed.

“So, when you said that sentence, you already knew that Zhang Xiaolin would be furious and would not give up easily?”

"Zhang Xiaolin's reaction is basically what I expected." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "If this person wants to save face, he will definitely try his best to keep Shao Er, and even wants to deal with me well to show his Qing Hong It’s the majesty of a gang leader.”

“Perhaps, in Boss Zhang’s eyes, I just happen to be the right person to establish his authority.” He smiled coldly and continued.

More than ten years ago, Zhang Xiaolin was as famous as Huang Jingrong and Du Yongsheng, a Shanghai Qinghong Gang (gangster) tycoon.

 4.12, three people became Chang Kaishen’s accomplices in massacre of revolutionary patriots.

The Nanjing Government was established, and the three people completely surrendered to the Nanjing Government. They even formed alliances with Wang Bolin, Yang Hu, Cheng Qun and others, further expanding their power.

  The three of them even used the money they plundered and defrauded to invest in banks, businesses, gambling stalls, opium dens and other "industries", leaping from rogue tycoons to entrepreneurs and bankers.

The French Concession authorities even appointed Zhang Xiaolin as the president of the French Concession Chinese Taxpayers Association.

 The high officials of the government, Dean Kong and Song Guojiu, came to Shanghai and often visited Zhang Xiaolin.

This is Zhang Xiaolin’s most glorious moment in Shanghai.

However, Zhang Xiaolin came from the bottom of society, was rude and stingy.

His skills are far inferior to those of Du Yongsheng, who is much more junior and younger than him.

Some of Zhang Xiaolin's disciples turned to Du Yongsheng one after another, and Zhang Xiaolin's power was greatly reduced, which made him extremely angry and embarrassed.

In addition, Du Yongsheng actively moved closer to Chang Kaishen and also won the favor of the government.

This made Zhang Xiaolin very jealous and deeply jealous. As his influence and status further declined, the conflicts between this man and Du Yongsheng and Huang Jingrong, as well as the rift with the government, gradually increased.

 This is a rogue tycoon who was once very proud, was once frustrated, and now relies on the Japanese to thrive.

 Such a person will be extremely sensitive inside.

The provocation from Xiao Cheng, a "junior" of the Youth Gang and the chief patrol officer in the French Concession, will greatly offend and sting Zhang Xiaolin's sensitive nerves.

 Zhang Xiaolin must fight back.

And the greedy and high-spirited Mr. Cheng will naturally not sit still and wait for death.

“This time we must be quick and precise to cut off the hands that are stretched out.” Lao Huang said with a serious expression.

 “Heroes see the same thing.” Cheng Qianfan raised the corner of his mouth and nodded.

 His black market business, greed and making money are only on the surface. The most important thing is this black market trading channel and the underground transportation lines opened up by it!

With the establishment and improvement of the Japanese and puppet regime in Shanghai, the Japanese will also be able to use their hands as much as possible to sweep away the surrounding anti-Japanese armed forces.

In this way, this secret transportation channel in Cheng Qianfan's hands will be the lifeline of the New Fourth Army and our party's anti-Japanese guerrilla armed forces who are fighting **** battles with the enemy!

 …

Hongkou District.

  The secret residence of Shanghai's Extraordinary Higher Education School.

“So, you are saying that this Fang Muheng is probably a subordinate of the red party’s ace agent ‘Chen Zhou’?” Sanbonjiro asked with a thoughtful look.

Wang Kangnian nodded, "Yes, Mr. Section Chief, I have just reported to you my analysis, as well as some cases related to 'Chenzhou' that have occurred in recent years."

After a pause, Wang Kangnian cleared his hoarse voice and said, "In this way, my subordinates discovered that many mysteries that seemed difficult to solve at the time seemed to have more reasonable explanations."

  “For example?”

“The most basic situation is that Fang Muheng returned to Shanghai from the United States after the first Shanghai War, and it was during this period that the red party agent ace operations master ‘Chen Zhou’ also began to emerge.” Wang Kangnian said.

“So, I even have an extremely bold judgment.” He looked at Sanbonjiro and said.

 “What judgment?” Sanbonjiro asked.

"In the 'Chenzhou' team, 'Chenzhou' is responsible for operations, but the strategist of this team is Fang Muheng. This seemingly stupid guy is most likely the think tank and brain of the Red Party's ace agent team." Wang Kangnianyue The more excited he gets, the more excited he becomes.

Sanbonjiro fell into deep thought. He had to admit that after listening to Wang Kangnian's analysis and explanation, the more he thought about it, the more he felt - it actually makes sense? !

"Mr. Tong, please come here." Sanbonjiro pressed the bell on his desk and said.

 Then, he hung up the phone and glanced at Wang Kangnian with interest, "You caught Tong Xueyong. You should know this person."

"Tong Xueyong is the deputy station director of the Nanshi Red Party underground transportation station. This person is a veteran Red Party member." Wang Kangnian blurted out that in all the cases he has handled, the Red Party members who have personally caught, interrogated, and executed, for these people He knew almost everything about the situation:

 This is the medal of merit he received when he was in the Party Affairs Investigation Department, and it is his contribution to the party and the country.

“Captain Wang, you have a very good memory.” Sanbonjiro nodded happily and said.

 …

Soon, Tong Xueyong arrived in a suit and tie. Tong Xueyong, with his slicked back hair, seemed to be in good spirits.

“Mr. Tong, please take a look at this file and reporting materials first.” Sanbonjiro said with a smile.

 Tong Xueyong took the portfolio with both hands, took out the documents and reporting materials inside, and read them carefully.

“Captain Wang, is this Fang Muheng the young master from Guohua Food Factory?” Tong Xueyong turned the page, raised his head and glanced at Wang Kangnian, and asked casually.

“This is the person.” Wang Kangnian nodded.

"Captain Wang believes that Fang Muheng is a subordinate of the red party's ace agent 'Chen Zhou'. Mr. Tong, what do you think?" Sanbonjiro picked up the glass of red wine on the table, held the goblet in his right hand, shook it gently, and asked .

"I basically agree with Captain Wang's analysis and judgment." Tong Xueyong thought for a moment and said, "This Fang Muheng is indeed a bit suspicious. The Red Party does have some young people who lack fighting experience and lurking experience, and are very immature. However, immaturity does not mean that It is unheard of for someone to be brainless and have such empty enthusiasm as Fang Muheng, but who is actually full of clues."

 Almost at the same time.

 Hangzhou.

  Gendarmerie Battalion.

A man was hanging there in a **** state, with his hands bound by a rope. This was no ordinary rope, it had burrs. His whole body was hanging in the air like a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Every pull would cause the man to hang there. The burrs pierced into the muscles and let out a pitiful howl.

"I said, I said, I said." The man shouted at the top of his lungs.

 “Put it down.” Toshihiko Okada said with a proud smile on his face.

 The man was put down.

“Go on, tell me everything you know.” Okada Toshihiko said, signaling with his eyes that his two men were ready to record a confession.

 “Name!” a gendarme recorder asked coldly.

 “Nagging.” The man gasped and said, “Everyone calls me ‘Nagging’!”

 (End of this chapter)