At six o'clock in the morning, Sheng Qing ran back to Sheng's mansion on the road of Jing'an Temple. Reading at zero

When the iron door bell rang, Uncle Yao came to open the door for him, and at the end he asked him suspiciously, "When did you leave last night, sir?" When you go to Shengqing and let him leave, is it possible that you have overturned the wall?

Sheng Qing asked instead of answering, "How's the big brother?"

Uncle Yao replied, "The eldest young master had a very bad fever in the middle of the night, and the fever has not subsided yet."

"What about Miss Zong?"

"Doctor Zong went out with Xiao Zhang's car early in the morning, saying that he was going to his apartment to get medicine."

out? Sheng Qing made him nervous for no reason: "When did you leave?"

Uncle Yao frowned and replied, "It's been two hours, it's not far from the French Concession, is it stuck on the road?"

Sheng Qing tightened the muscles on the side of his face, frowned for a moment, and immediately turned to leave, leaving Uncle Yao alone at the door muttering, "Nothing really happened, right?"

The weather was bad and the air was abnormally humid. Sheng Qingrang finally got into a taxi and arrived at the French Concession apartment at seven o'clock.

As soon as Mr. Ye from the service office saw him, he leaned out from behind the high platform on tiptoe and said, "Mr. Sheng is back? Miss Zong was here just now! Did she call to tell you?"

Sheng Qing stopped Wen Sheng: "Have you been here?"

"Yes, you asked me for a spare key, so I saw that she was in a hurry, so I took her up and opened the door." Mr. Ye reported to the owner truthfully, "Leave it for about ten minutes, it seems to have picked up some medicines, look. It looks quite advanced... is Miss Zong a doctor?"

Sheng Qing let him ignore his rambling and just asked, "What time did you leave?"

"It's been a long walk, and I can't remember the specifics." As soon as Mr. Ye finished his words, he saw Sheng Qing let him walk upstairs, and he quickly said: "Oh, Mr. Sheng, there is still a bottle of milk here, don't you bring it with you? Are you going up?"

Sheng Qingrang quickly went upstairs and went straight to the bedroom to find the medical bag.

Zong Ying only took a small part of the medical equipment and medicines, most of which were sealed and untouched.

He was silent for a moment towards the medical bag, zipped it again, and just as he was about to go out, the phone rang.

Picking up the phone, the voice over there was anxious, and he called out his words: "Wensheng, the money order that Nanjing sent to us can't be honored!"

Sheng Qing made Wen Yan frown, and still said in his usual tone, "Tell me slowly, how did the bank respond?"

"Yesterday, the banks in Shanghai suspended cashing, and now all withdrawals are restricted! Commissioner Yan used to withdraw cash, and was told by the bank that the money belonged to the remittance position and could not be used as a credit! But it was clearly stated that it was used to advance the robbery of various factories. If you can’t mention the special fund for moving the machine, it will not only break your trust in the factories, but the key is that the whole plan will be difficult to carry out!”

Sheng Qingrang, who was already concerned about Zong Ying, was attacked by this phone call, so he could only try his best to stabilize, and asked, "What's the opinion of Commissioner Yan?"

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The other side replied: "He is currently negotiating with the bank, but the bank's attitude is tough. I'm afraid it won't work! We have to find another way."

Sheng Qingrang held the phone receiver in one hand and the medical bag in the other, because the blood sugar was too low, and a layer of sweat was oozing out of his forehead.

He replied in a steady voice: "Director Pang of the Accounting Department of the Ministry of Finance is currently in Shanghai. If there is no accident, he should be staying at the Weida Hotel." He raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "It's early and he probably hasn't left the hotel yet. You go to him first, and I'll be there later."

The other party thought for a moment: "Then we can only ask Secretary Pang to take a look. Come quickly."

Sheng Qingrang responded with a sound, and then instructed the other party in detail: "Bring all the public and private seals to save time." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

He glanced back, and there was not a trace of smoke in the room, which was completely different from the morning he brought Zong Ying here dozens of days ago.

The war also ended the comfort here.

He opened the entrance drawer, found the only two candies inside and put them in his pocket, and quickly went out and went downstairs to the Weida Hotel on Xiafei Road.

The public concession has experienced two major explosions yesterday, resources have become more stretched, and access has begun to be more strictly controlled, and only those with documents can move freely.

Sheng Qingjang noticed the changes, and became more and more worried about Zong Ying.

He pursed his lips in silence, thinking about all the dangers she might encounter.

The car finally arrived at the Weida Hotel. He got out of the car and walked quickly to the front desk. He borrowed the phone to call the Public Concession Ministry of Industry Bureau, and asked the secretary: "When will the concession entrance be closed?"

The secretary replied: "Lawyer Sheng, the Red Cross is still negotiating with the concession authorities, and we are not sure when the result will come out. After all, the influx of refugees has indeed exceeded the accommodation capacity of the concession, and it will also bring great harm to the residents of the concession. It is inconvenient and dangerous, and the authorities control the entry of refugees for this reason.”

Sheng Qingrang clenched the receiver tightly and was thinking about what to say next when someone suddenly called him from behind: "Wen Sheng, you have arrived!"

"Please notify me immediately of the outcome of the negotiation." Sheng Qingrang hung up the phone and turned around. The person who came hurriedly walked up to him, it was the member of the capital committee Yu.

Committee Member Yu picked up a box, his shirt was sweaty, and panted, expressing his dissatisfaction: "The state government told us to rush to relocate, but at the same time refused to let the bank lend money, how can you do this kind of bullshit! Hurry up and check Director Pang. In which room!"

"Seventh floor." Sheng Qingrang had already inquired, reported the room number with him, and walked straight to the elevator.

During the elevator's ascent, Committee Member Yu kept talking about the bad things inside the JAC, Sheng Qing kept silent as he watched the rising elevator fence——

The blue-black eyes revealed his fatigue, the tensed side face muscles showed his tension, he clenched his fists, and even had a little hidden anger.

The elevator door opened, Sheng Qing let the steps go fast, and Committee Member Yu followed closely, and the fat body felt more and more difficult.

The two finally knocked on the door of the director of the Accounting Department of the Ministry of Finance. Director Pang just woke up, and before he could change his clothes, he asked the person in his nightgown, "What's the matter?"

"It's not about the relocation funds! The 560,000 special fund was promised to us, but I couldn't get a penny from the bank! Director Pang, you are also a member of the relocation committee. Please help us solve this matter!" Very angry, and the words were in a hurry.

Director Pang was not familiar with him, so he turned to look at Sheng Qingrang.

Sheng Qingrang said: "Committee Yan went to the bank to cash in this morning, but was refused by the bank to restrict withdrawals. Banks are indeed having difficulties during this special period, but after all, this money is a special fund finalized at the meeting of the Executive Yuan, and it is related to dozens of major corporations. The life and death of the factory, Director Pang, do you think it is more appropriate to resolve this matter?"

He didn't rush to retreat first, but Director Pang finally thought about it and said, "I'll tell the truth, I can't handle this matter, you have to find Second Secretary Xu." Then he took a half step forward, pressing down The voice told Sheng Qingrang: "Secretary Xu will come here at noon to take a nap. Come here at noon, prepare your official documents, and ask him to approve when he has a good nap. I will explain the reason for you when the time comes."

For this sake, the rest is just waiting.

Sheng Qingrang took Committee Member Yu's farewell very tactfully. During the process of going downstairs, he explained it properly to Committee Member Yu. When he arrived on the first floor, he walked quickly to the front desk, picked up the phone and dialed Sheng Mansion again.

The younger sister Sheng Qinghui answered the phone.

Sheng Qing got straight to the point: "Is Miss Zong back?"

"No." Sheng Qinghui's tone also showed a little anxiety and worry, "It's supposed to be back."

"Didn't the driver come back?"

"No, when Xiao Chen is dead, he can only send a new driver. Maybe... detour."

Sheng Qing tightened his eyebrows. It had been several hours since they left the mansion. In case the car stalled halfway, or got lost somewhere... Any of these, in the chaotic city during the war, would be a big deal.

He tried to remain calm and said to Qinghui, "Which car was driving away? Report the license plate number to me."

"It seems to be 1412—" She became more worried now: "I just heard that the entrance to the concession is blocked. Miss Zong has just returned from abroad, and she is not familiar with Shanghai. What if—"

Before she could finish speaking, the telephone receiver was suddenly taken away, and the second sister's angry voice sounded immediately: "Big brother has a fever of more than 40 degrees, and asked that doctor Zong to get some medicine, but he hasn't come back after so long! I really don’t know if there is something wrong with the operation, and now I don’t want to take responsibility and run away!”

"Sheng Qingping, is that enough?" Sheng Qingrang suddenly called his name, his whole body tensed, his right hand clenched into a fist: "Everyone can see what happened on the street and the hospital that day, the life of my eldest brother is due to Zong. Miss Zong is the one I brought, and I trust her professionalism and character - you can come to me with everything, but you have no position to question her professional ethics, and you are not qualified to let her go out alone to get medicine ."

When he spoke, his body almost couldn't help shaking, and after speaking, his teeth were bitten to death, and his muscles couldn't relax at all.

The second sister obviously touched his bottom line. He was angry with the second sister and also with himself.

The waiter at the front desk of the hotel looked up at him blankly, and the second sister on the other end of the phone was also speechless by his rare reprimand.

She finally regained her senses and wanted to refute, Sheng Qingrang hung up the phone with a click.

He turned around and was about to go out, and Committee Member Yu who was standing beside him followed closely: "Where are you going, Wen Sheng? Didn't you say you were waiting for Second Chief Xu here?"

Sheng Qingrang tried his best to control his emotions, and said to Committee Member Yu, "I'll go out first, and try to come back before Vice-Chang Xu wakes up for a nap. Please stay for a while."

After calming down a bit, he suddenly turned back to the front desk, picked up the phone and dialed the Ministry of Industry again. After transferring to the patrol room, he explained the disappearance of Zongying Ming, and finally said, "Please pay attention to a Ford car with the number 1412."

The car was parked thirty or forty meters from the entrance of the concession, and there was no one in it.

However, the crowd of refugees outside the iron gate became denser and denser, so dense that Zong Ying and the driver were scattered.

The police in the concession stand alone and weakly guarding the iron gate, looking hopelessly at the dense crowd of people outside, the momentum seems to crush the huge iron gate, the crowd is boiling, and the typhoon weather does not affect people's enthusiasm for survival at all**, Zong Ying Almost breathless.

At this time, a young hand suddenly firmly grasped Zong Ying's trouser legs.

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