My Spy Years Chapter 656

  Chapter 656 Xiao Cheng's Chief Name (seeking a monthly ticket)

   "There's something to eat." Nail's eyes also fixed on the two girls, one big and one small, who came over.

   "You will see what I do later." He said to his "little men".

   "Little **** have no source of income, and the most common means of making a living is 'pushing bridgeheads'." Wen Guoran continued to talk freely.

   "'Push the bridge head'? What is it for?" Xiu Yuman didn't understand.

"It is to push carts for people. For example, on the upper and lower sides of the Suzhou Creek Bridge, when waiting for various human vehicles including rickshaws, tricycles, unicycles, and flat carts to get on the bridge, they run forward to help push and pull them all the way to the top of the bridge. Beg for small money or eat." Wen Guoran said.

   As he spoke, he pointed to the pier not far away, "Like the pier, there are also a lot of rickshaws, which is why there are more punks here."

"In addition, 'scavenging' is also a kind of industry for the little bums to make a living. They carry bamboo baskets and long bamboo tongs, go through all the lanes, get into the garbage cans, pick up all kinds of broken copper and iron, paper rags, and then sell them to junk collectors."

   "It shouldn't be easy to rely on 'scavenging' to fill your stomach." Xiu Yuman said with a frown.

"That's right, the little **** will be exploited in various ways for doing this, and the money they get is not much, so many little **** will do petty theft when they pick up junk." Wen Guoran sighed Said in a tone.

   "These little **** can be said to be hateful and pitiful." He pointed to the nail group hiding in the corner and said.

  “They have no place to live. They sleep on the street at night. When it rains, they can only hide under the eaves. It is a great satisfaction to get a broken sack to cover the rain.”

   "If I don't have a sack, I'll get some newspapers to cover my body as a quilt." Wen Guoran shook his head, "Every year in the cold winter, a group of little **** would freeze to death."

   "What do they eat?" Xiu Yuman asked.

  The conversation between the two is not only to cover up their eyes and ears, but also this topic is exactly what Xiu Yuman is currently studying.

  Xiu Yuman is the daughter of Xiu Gongshen, the translator of Dana Xineng of the Political Department of the Patrol Office of the French Concession, and her status is "prominent".

   The organizational consideration is that Xiu Yuman can rely on his father's relationship to work in a newspaper.

  In addition, the work setting for Xiu Yuman in the organization is that Xiu Yuman should try to avoid showing obvious anti-Japanese tendencies, and at the same time keep a distance from red.

  In his work, he can pay more attention to the incidents of capitalists killing child laborers, little beggars and little bums in Shanghai, and maids being tortured by their employers.

   Without revealing his identity as a member of the Red Party, with the help of his father Xiu Gongshen's influence in the French Concession, he spoke out for these hardworking people who are usually ignored.

   "According to the investigation of several of my students, these little **** eat a lot of leftovers, mainly relying on 'snatching meals'." Wen Guoran said.

   "'Banbao Zuo'?" Xiu Yuman thought for a while and asked.

  The so-called "package meals", some canteens and restaurants in Shanghai, they will provide monthly meals or short-term delivery services, some of which do not serve dine-in meals, but specialize in providing meals for people.

"Yes." Wen Guoran glanced at it. The **** who came to deliver the letter did not come directly to the teahouse, but took the little girl to linger in front of a noodle stall, as if choosing a noodle noodle for the little girl next to her. .

  Wen Guoran secretly nodded in approval. Although this **** is very young, she is quite cautious and smart.

"There is a customary rule for the food delivery guy, that is, whenever the guy returns from packing up leftovers from the food provider's house, if he encounters little bastards, he is allowed to come up and grab a cold meal." Leftovers." Wen Guoran said with a smile.

   "The little guy is not allowed to stop the little **** from eating their meals. Only after the leftovers are snatched up can they pack up the tableware and leave with their burdens."

   Lafayette Road.

  Lu Xingge sat on the ponytail, crossing his legs.

  The shoe shiner is working hard to polish the leather shoes.

   "How's the situation?" Luxingo asked, the open newspaper covering his cheek and speaking mouth.

   "Mr. Zhao likes to eat the food of Chunfeng Deyi Building. More than half an hour ago, the staff of Chunfeng Deyi Building had already delivered the packaged rice." The shoe-shine boy said.

  His voice is a little thick, but it is actually a dwarf in disguise.

  Zhao Changgeng is the deputy manager of Shanghai Pisen Commercial Co., Ltd., and his real identity is a secret agent of the Shanghai Station of the Lixingshe Secret Service.

  Since the day before yesterday, Shanghai Station found that Zhao Changgeng could not be contacted.

  At first, I suspected that Zhao Changgeng was arrested.

   However, after investigation, it was found that Zhao Changgeng was at home, but it seemed that he had been placed under house arrest.

  In order to find out the truth of the matter, the Shanghai station called Zhao Changgeng's house, pretending to make a wrong call, but actually hinted that Zhao Changgeng could pass on the information by hiding the information in the leftovers of the meal.

   "The people who grab the package meal have been arranged." Lu Xingge asked.

   "It's been arranged." The dwarf nodded, and said softly, "Ahu spent money to buy a few punks to do things."

   "Didn't say much." Luxingo asked cautiously.

   "You little bastards, if you tell them what to do, they won't ask so much," said the dwarf. "Sir, get the other foot."

  Lu Xingge switched feet, "Tell those little **** to keep their mouths tight."

"Team leader, don't worry. Regardless of their young age, these little **** can live in Shanghai for more than a month. Those who have the opportunity to grab a meal are all fine ghosts. Stupid children have long been thrown in mass graves." The dwarf said with a smile. .

   As he spoke, he looked towards a corner of an alley on his right.

   "Why doesn't that look very smart?" Lu Xingo looked at his subordinates and asked.

   "Which one?" The dwarf looked over, "Oh, that little **** is called Pi Dan. Although he looks like a fool, he is quick when he grabs things."

   "Sir, your package meal has arrived." The voice of the boy who delivered the meal came from the door.

   "Let's put it at the door." Luo Haoran didn't open the door immediately, "It will be fine to clean up the dishes in an hour."

   "Okay." The boy said.

  Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Luo Haoran waited for about a minute before opening the door, and then saw Comrade He Guan standing outside the door.

   "Why are you here?" Luo Haoran was shocked, picked up the bag, and pulled He Guan in at the same time.

  No. 22 Xue Huali Road.

  The Office of the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Police Station.

   "Brother Fan, Preserved Egg has taken over a job." Li Hao said, adding water to Cheng Qianfan's teacup.

   "What job?" Cheng Qianfan stretched, pulled the shutter, looked outside, and asked casually.

   "Someone came to work with the little **** around here, and the preserved eggs were also bought." Li Hao said.

   "What are you doing?" Cheng Qianfan asked with interest.

   "Over there at La Fei Fang." Li Hao said, "The man wanted preserved eggs and they grabbed a package of rice, and got one of the leftovers."

   "What?" Cheng Qianfan became interested.

   It's no wonder that this person wants to invite preserved eggs and his group of little beggars, because the robbing of Baofan also has a sphere of influence.

  Each group of punks has their own territory.

   Grabbing a meal is the most important thing. You must not infringe on the opponent's territory, otherwise, a fight will break out immediately, and it will be the kind of 'unstoppable'.

  Currently, the baofan in Lafeifang belongs to the group of scumbags where Preserved Egg is.

   "Bone soup gnawed the remaining big bones." Li Hao said.

   "Information is hidden in the bone marrow." Cheng Qianfan immediately made a judgment.

   "I also guess that may be the case." Li Hao said.

   "Which one is La Fei Fang?" Cheng Qianfan asked after thinking.

   "No. 15 Lafeifang." Li Hao said.

   "Huh?" Cheng Qianfan showed a surprised expression, and smiled, "Ms. Ruth's house."

  Li Hao also nodded with a smile.

  Ms. Ruth and Ms. Huizi were arrested and detained by Cheng Qianfan's patrol room, and later this woman was handed over to the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service.

   Then, the woman disappeared.

   After Eguchi Eiya returned to Shanghai from Japan and reappeared, Cheng Qianfan once called the headquarters of the Secret Service to inquire about Keiko.

  Headquarters called Yunshan Mistmask back, implying that he should no longer pay attention to this matter.

  After Ms. Ruth disappeared, the house was taken back by her husband's family.

  However, a corpse was later found out from the garden, which once caused a sensation in the French Concession.

  Under various rumors, this house has a tendency to become a haunted house.

  Later, the house was resold several times.

   "Who is the current owner?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "Zhao Changgeng, the deputy manager of Pearson Co., Ltd." Li Hao said, "There is a wife at home, two sons, one daughter, and a maid."

  Li Hao has a strong memory and knows almost everything in the area under his jurisdiction. Whenever Cheng Qianfan asks, he will seldom be disappointed.

   "Is there anything unusual about this person?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "When I found out that Pidan took this job, I paid special attention to this family. After thinking about it carefully, there is nothing unusual about Zhao Changgeng himself." Li Hao said, "However, this manager Zhao hasn't gone out to work for two or three days."

  Cheng Qianfan thought for a moment, then picked up the phone, "Ask Ms. Ying's house in Lafeifang."

   "Little **** also have a 'unique trick' to grab food." Wen Guoran said with a smile.

  “They were running around on the road, focusing on the elderly, the weak, women and children, especially near food stores and food stalls.”

  "Seeing the old and weak women and children buy food, they will suddenly rush out, grab the food and snacks, and run away."

"Wait for you to chase after them, and the snatchers will stuff the pastries into their mouths. If the food is too big for them to swallow, they will spit it up with a mouthful of thick phlegm." Wen Guoran shook his head. He said with a smile, "The food is dirty, so disgusting, naturally I don't want it, and the little **** bowed with a smiley face, and said 'thank you, Mrs. (Miss)'."

   As he spoke, Dr. Wen's eyes widened suddenly, he stood up from his seat, and cursed, "You bitch!"

Xiu Yuman turned her head to look, and saw the pastries wrapped in kraft paper in the hands of the lesbians who were coming to deliver the letter, and the doughnuts in the hands of the little girl, who were snatched by a little **** with lightning speed. Turn around and run.

   "It's time to grab something!" Tang Xiaoye shouted while chasing anxiously.

   It doesn't matter that pastries and dough people were robbed.

  The most important thing is that when the pastry is opened, a hidden note will be found inside, which is the information she wants to pass on this time.

   "Quick, help her recover the pastry." Wen Guoran lowered his voice and said eagerly.

  He naturally knew that the information was in the pastry.

   This method of transmitting information has been used several times, and there has never been a problem. Who would have thought that such a mistake would occur today.

   "It's unreasonable!" Xiu Yuman immediately understood when he heard the words.

  She jumped directly from the second floor and landed on the ground rolling and unloading, but her ankle hurt, probably because she twisted it accidentally.

  However, I can still run.

   Ignoring the pain, Xiu Yuman strode to catch up.

   Nail ran desperately.

  At this moment, he was a little confused.

  According to the previous experience of "snatching goods", whenever such a mouthful of thick phlegm is spit out, the old and weak women and children will stop and curse at the same place and will not chase after them. What happened today?

   Could it be that this pastry is very expensive?

  Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye tried their best to catch up, but they were separated by a greater distance.

   On the contrary, Yang Ximei's calf stared quickly, like flying fire, surpassing Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye.

  However, Yang Ximei's speed is still not as fast as that of the little bum.

   "My father is Xiu Gongshen from the French Concession, help me catch that little **** who snatched things." Xiu Yuman shouted at the red-headed San and Hua Zhu who were smiling and watching the show.

  Both the red-headed Ah San and Hua Zuo were indifferent.

   "Xiu Gongshen from the Political Department of the French Concession." Xiu Yuman shouted anxiously.

  The red-headed Ah San continued to laugh and laugh while watching the play.

  The two women are beautiful women with their own merits, and some people even pointed at Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye to talk and laugh,

  Huatun took a look, hesitant.

  They naturally know the name of Xiu Hushen's translator, but this is the Anglo-American Concession, not the French Concession. Although the translators of the Political Department of the French Concession are considered big names in the French Concession, they can't do anything to them.

   "I'm Cheng Qianfan's younger sister!" Tang Xiaoye shouted in desperation.

  The Hua arresters who were watching from the sidelines changed their expressions slightly, and one of the Hua arresters shouted loudly, "But Mr. Cheng from the Central Police Department of the Dharma Realm?"

   "Yes!" Tang Xiaoye shouted excitedly when she saw Hua Tun's response, "My brother is Cheng Qianfan, Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Police Department!"

   "You little **** who is looking for death, Xiao Cheng's younger sister dares to grab things." Several Hua arresters from the public concession stopped watching the show and rushed out, brandishing their batons to catch up.

   "Cheng Qianfan is my younger brother!" Seeing this, Xiu Yuman shouted loudly.

She had just returned from abroad for a few days, and she still didn't know the prestige of her "brother" in the French Concession. However, she reacted quickly and immediately realized that Cheng Qianfan's position and importance in the hearts of these Chinese arresters seemed to be far greater than His own father, Xiu Gongshen, also shouted alertly.

  "Little bastard!" Hua Chuan waved his baton and shouted loudly, "You little bastard, you stole Mr. Cheng's stuff, you're going to die! Be careful that Mr. Cheng will catch you and feed the fish!"

  The voice did not fall.

  Nail, who was about to throw pastries and dough people to his 'little subordinate', stopped in his tracks.

  He waved desperately, signaling the 'little men' to run away quickly.

   Then he turned around by himself, knelt on the ground with a plop, raised his hands, and kowtowed vigorously.

  He kowtowed non-stop, while kowtowing, he shouted loudly, "The little one has no eyes, the little one deserves to die!"

  PS: Ask for a subscription, ask for a reward, ask for double monthly tickets, thank you.

  (end of this chapter)

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