Regardless of summer or winter, every night in Haicheng, along the Xinpu River and the Suzhou River concession, there will be a crowd of people, and there will be a series of dense lights like a river of stars, showing the veritable merry life of this city that never sleeps. .

It was like a whole new world.

On the other hand, the eaves near Manzhou Road in Zhabei, which is just across the street, are still soaked in the darkness beyond the feasting and feasting.

A rickshaw went from the dock of Xinpu River, crossed the bustling Suzhou River, and arrived at the edge of the concession.

The driver is thin, wearing a short jacket, showing dark skin, and wearing a straw hat on his head. A light rain had just fallen in the evening, and the brim of the straw hat was dripping with water, and it was wetly buckled on the head, mixed with sweat into dampness.

The driver in the car was very disgusted with this kind of dirt, and he didn't care about his manners. He got out of the car and avoided the driver at a distance, as if he was afraid of being contaminated with dirt.

He raised his well-maintained hand, pulled the jade bracelet on his wrist, and threw a dime into the car by the way.

"‌‌Walk slowly."

The coachman said in a low voice again, the beads under the straw hat turned slightly, watching the pair of high-heeled shoes that were trying their best to avoid the puddles going away under the street light.

It was getting late, there was no one around, and there was no business to do.

The driver picked up the car again, left the concession, and circled Zhabei twice, and finally came to the road of Manzhou Road.

There were shops along the road, which closed early, but there was still light behind, a red lantern squeezed in a gap.

This area is full of old houses. It is a common alley house in Haicheng. There is a back door on the side. Can't see a trace, depressed and cramped.

The inner lane is narrow, and the rickshaw can only be squeezed into it. The sides of the lane are full of debris. If it weren't for the rain and the dust at this time, as soon as someone passed by, there would be a smoky atmosphere.

Because it was late at night, it was quiet here, and the women who washed and cooked in the white, rainy, stove-covered kitchens would be able to put on a big show in this long and narrow space, with conflicts and contradictions. , joy and sorrow.

The men are usually the supporting roles in this play, and they only serve as a foil or sigh. The wives with three or five coins talked about the depression of being unemployed or the pride of being appreciated in foreign countries.

There are more quarrels, and this is the case in the alley. As long as one window is closed, that one thing will become a quarrel. Ordinarily speaking, it will also become a quarrel.

The wheels of the rickshaws rolled through this rare peaceful and quiet area.

The ticking of the eaves and the swift footsteps of the driver made the silence infinitely magnified, and even the slight gasp from the nose was like a noisy muffled hammer, with a trembling sound.

Passing through this dark alley, the rickshaw finally arrived in front of the house with the red lantern.

The side door of the house was half open, and inside stood a slender figure in a cheongsam.

The figure seemed to be waiting for something aimlessly. When he saw the rickshaw coming, he didn't lift it, but said in the dark, "Are you drinking?"

"A regular customer who doesn't lead the way will cost at least ten yuan, and you won't be able to stay overnight. If you can't afford it, just go to Nanyangqiao's cousin, don't turn around here."

The woman's voice was a little hoarse, with a sullen voice from somewhere, and without waiting for anyone to respond, she said a series of words like a barrage of cannons, her attitude was very indifferent.

The driver didn't care either, he put the rickshaw away, walked to the door, and said with a smile, "It's not a regular customer, but an acquaintance. You are a girl's school book, and you don't play the piano and write in the bookstore, so why do you want to come to the door? ‌Is the gatekeeper here?"

The cheongsam woman, who was called the school book for girls, was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and said in surprise, "Yo, Master Zhang."

"What wind brought you here?"

The coldness on the girl's school book's face immediately melted into a sweet smile.

As she led the driver into the door, she said in a familiar tone: "Yesterday, Master Rong said that you have left Haicheng after taking over a big business, and you won't be able to come back for a while, but I didn't expect that today. See you."

"You're not an antique anymore, you're pulling a rickshaw instead?"

Jiu Zhang took off his straw hat, revealing a simple, honest and ordinary face belonging to a middle-aged man, and he couldn't find it when he put it in the crowd: "Antique is really incredible, and I'm staring at it. ."

The girl's school book's expression changed slightly, she looked left and right, but did not answer rashly.

The two walked all the way into the yard and came to a door.

The girl's school book lifted the embroidered curtain on the door, and there was a strong smell of fat powder blowing towards the face, and it was brightly lit.

The inside of the house is completely different from the cramped and dirty outside. It can even be called magnificent. There is a beautiful couch against the wall, and there is a basin of ice beside the couch. sat and took a nap, and when saw the movement, opened eyes, and was not surprised when saw that there were nine Zhangs.

"Xue Hongniang ate Mr. Yu's gun, and the apartment was burnt to ashes, and the Jiuliuhui went to more than one-third of the night. I think you are a stone, and you should move already."

Saying that, the woman made a masculine look.

At the girls' school's book meeting, she immediately retreated, closed the door, and stood under the outside porch to smoke.

Jiu Zhang ignored this and sat directly opposite the woman, with something in his hand on the tea cup, which was one of the dime coins thrown by the expensive man who got off the bus earlier. .

It's just that this coin is different from ordinary coins. A small note is glued to one side of the coin. It is taken down and displayed, and a small letter is written with a pen inside.

The woman dipped her pipe and looked down, her long brows furrowed a little: "What are you doing with these foreigners and warlord spies? This is not an ordinary thing. Jiu Liu will touch these things because he thinks he is not dead enough. quick?"

Jiu Zhang shook his head: "I don't have the final say. The Jiu Liu Association is a matter of course, you can just use Mr. Yu to kill Xue Hongniang's batch of food and drink? This crime is the Jiu Liu Association's crime, You and I can't escape. This is an opportunity given by Mr. Yu to make merit. "

Those two lips, painted bright red, spit out a cloud of smoke.

"It's a pity that Xue Hongniang died so quickly, otherwise I would have to tear up her face and throw it to the dog."

The woman said, her voice paused, and then said: "You came to me, I think you know that this person who is related to the spy is a frequent visitor here, but I don't want to pick it up. Since I came from the concession, I have no peace of mind in this study apartment, so I finally moved here, and I have such a normal life, and I am not willing to make trouble."

"If this person makes a mistake with me, I will not only peel off my skin."

"If I'm gone, this bookstore will also be scattered, these girls go outside, but they won't earn any pity, and the end is nothing more than going to the alley to be a 'pheasant' or a piece of work. The slaughtered 'bacon'. After these two years, the old age has faded, that is, the life of a lowly servant. If you are lucky, you may not live by that time, and you are just like other halls, crazy and stupid. , stab the neck with the hairpin, or die more beautifully—"

"But I, Qiao Rong, can't see this, Master Zhang, do you understand?"

Jiu Zhang looked at the woman who claimed to be Qiao Rong and didn't know if her name was real or not, and said lightly, "If you are a boss, you are a boss, don't you really think that you are a kind person?"

Qiao Rong smiled and said nothing.

Jiu Zhang was also silent for a while, before he said: "Your bookstore was only established five years ago. Five years ago, the first money of the bookstore was given by Mr. Yu. A group of people was brought by Mr. Yu from Huayan at Xiaodongmen, and the first trouble was solved by Mr. Yu."

"Mr. Yu is not a good person either."

The smoke in the pipe gradually went out.

It was a little stuffy in the room, Qiao Rong leaned over and plucked the ice in the basin with a silver pick, and said, "Mr. Yu is not a good person, but believe it or not, if I don't take this job, I will at most be in a hurry. Haicheng, are you still there today?"

Jiu Zhang didn't answer, and Qiao Rong didn't need Jiu Zhang to answer.

She struck another fire, lit the small note from the coin, got up with her pipe in hand, and went to the door.

The courtyard is surrounded by a well, and there is a two-story building.

Qiao Rong took the girls' school book to the second floor from the side stairs and knocked on a door that was still lit.

There was a famous young master drinking and frolic with a girl in a gown. Seeing Qiao Rong and the girl's school book come in, the drunk young boy would pull the girl's school book and have fun together.

Qiao Rong reached out her hand to stop it without a trace, and took advantage of the situation to put the brother on the shoulder. He laughed and sighed, and accompanied the brother to hold the wine glass, and said: "He Shao, you said that you have created a new newspaper, and there are other Where are the foreigners supporting?"

He Shao was drunk and opened his eyes a little more: "Where did Aunt Qiao come from?"

"Yesterday, the people in your newspaper office came to have a drink and said, what, is it fake?" Qiao Rong said.

"Reborn Financial Giants"

When He Shao thought that there was indeed someone in the newspaper office who loved to come here to play, he didn't think much about it, he laughed and said, "Where is it fake, that's true! That's a friend I met, a European..."

Hearing this, the school secretary next to her said softly, "He Shao knows a friend like this, and he must know a lot about foreigners. This foreigner thing is new, there are many rumors outside, and we have never heard of it. Really, can you tell us something about He Shao..."

"Wan, do you want to? Come!"

He Shao stared at the handsome face of the girl's school, straightened his hair, stretched out his hand and pulled the person into his arms, but when he saw no rejection, he became more and more complacent, and kept talking about his foreigner friend. After drinking a glass of wine, he seduced again, saying that more people from the editorial department would come, whether they were foreigners or Chinese.

Three days later, there was a slender aunt in this young master He's body quietly.

Not long after, the aunt passed it on to others, and the young master He was found dead in a dark alley one night, with all his belongings lost and suspected of being robbed.

Beneath the calm surface, undercurrents float with ripples.

The lower class of Haicheng is a lowly and worthless existence, even if one day they are thrown into the stinky ditch, the mice will gnaw their heads, and no one will give more.

But in the same way, they are also the largest and densest net in the dark side of the entire Haicheng. Traders and pawns, open prostitutes and secret thieves, as long as there are people, there is a place for them to breed. And in this emptiness, it is not difficult to find some people and do some things.

Prostitutes, rickshaw drivers, pedicure booths, Liyuan Theater...

Messages were passed over and over again, observations in the corners of the people, and scenes of seemingly ordinary secret movements.

For the first time, this dirty, gray net shows its tightening appearance.

Two weeks later.

In a foreign-style house in the concession, a senior brown-haired foreigner stared at the intelligence information in his hand, his face gloomy and ugly.

"Louis, if I remember correctly, all these personnel were lost in the past half a month. Every one of our intelligence personnel has paid a great price to train and install them in Haicheng. Yes, the information in their hands, the contacts they have connected, and the usefulness they can play are all very huge. But now you tell us that two-thirds of them have died, and all our previous efforts were wasted. already?"

"This is not acceptable to me, Louis."

The curly-haired foreigner standing by the side bowed his head deeply without any excuse: "I'm sorry, Mr. Adams."

Adams said, "Anything suspicious?"

"Du Ming and Peter Boris." Louie said.

Adams frowned slowly, was silent for a moment, and said, "Add Yu Jingzhi."

Louis raised his head: "Mr. Adams, Gao Lan hasn't replied yet. Will we be quicker with Yu Jingzhi?"

"No. We won't do it until we've got a handle on him. The war in Europe has just ended, and it's not a good time."

Adams said: "For this matter, we just follow the normal steps to investigate the damage of the intelligence organization. Yu Jingzhi is our partner and a good old friend. I need his cooperation and provide some convenience. , it's not too much to ask...if he's still our friend."

Louis nodded and said again: "Then there will be tomorrow..."

"You don't need to move anymore, it's enough to use someone else's knife to kill someone once." Adams said, "Pete will come to see me. I know him very well, and we all got rid of the fat of Haicheng. Unscrupulous jackal."

"Louis, Pete is an idiot, he's not scary, we have to keep a close eye on it is Yu Jingzhi. Although his performance a while ago was still as wild as he was then, my intuition tells me that he It has changed. He is doing some things behind his back and is unwilling to continue to be our puppet."

"A long time ago, my father warned me that if I encounter a dog that can't be leashed, the best way to deal with it is to kill it as soon as possible, so as not to bite back."

In the morning, the light is warm.

In the car heading to Fang's mansion, Yu Jingzhi casually talked about the results of his handling of the Jiu Liuhui. At the end, he glanced at Chu Yunsheng with a smile and asked jokingly.

"Don't you feel terrible?"

Chu's father and Chu's mother knew that Chu Yunsheng had returned to Haicheng, and after working in Yu Jingzhi's hospital, Chu Yunsheng proposed to Yu Jingzhi to change his plan so that he could have a superficial identity.

The trust between the two was enough, and Yu Jingzhi did not reject the proposal, and even thought that it might be better to do it this way.

After all, on the premise that Chu Yunsheng knew that Chu Yunsheng had come back, if he tried to cover up Chu Yunsheng's existence and banned him, it would appear suspicious to outsiders.

An ordinary doctor just offended Minghui, took refuge in Yu Jingzhi, and became Yu Jingzhi's so-called friend, so it wouldn't be so secretive, right?

This is obviously a ghost.

But now that the bloodbath of Yu Jing at Minghui headquarters, Du Mingming will definitely stop for a while. Without the threat of Minghui in the short term, Chu Yunsheng can take it for granted and regain his freedom. Being an ordinary doctor and an ordinary friend will not attract much attention.

This is what Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi wanted.

Moreover, the penicillin matter has temporarily come to an end, and only the secret mass production is left. Chu Yunsheng can just get out of the way, clear the relationship by the way, and continue with other plans.

After reaching an agreement on the identity matter, Yu Jingzhi cleaned up some traces, and took Chu Yunsheng around Haicheng. Occasionally, Boss Meng and Li Ershao came over, and people were mixed together. Even outsiders saw Yu Jingzhi's subordinates, and there was nothing unusual.

Now, Yu Jingzhi is going to take Chu Yunsheng to visit his husband Fang Jiming when he was in middle school.

When Chu Yunsheng reached Yu Jingzhi and asked with a smile, he looked out the window and said, "It's never hard to be a good person."

Stretching his shoulders and leaning back on the seat, Yu Jingzhi chuckled softly: "Fortunately, I'm not a good person."

Chu Yunsheng didn't answer this.

The car soon arrived at Fang's mansion in the concession. The two did not see Mr. Fang. Guan only said that Mr. Fang was not bright and went to the editorial office of the Oriental Daily. Yu Jingzhi asked Lu Yun to turn the car around and head for the Oriental News.

Chu Yunsheng knew about the Oriental News, and in the days when the laboratory and hospital were closed, he also asked Yu Jingzhi to subscribe to this newspaper.

Dongfang News is not as famous as Shenbao and Progress News, and often has advanced speeches or foreign languages. It does not follow the popular line of people like Haicheng News News and Xinmin News, and publishes those novels of the mandarin duck and butterfly school or unknown people. It's true and false rumors from the common people, but it has a very individuality to always publish some truths that will be shot by outside warlords at any time.

It does not have a fixed style, nor is it limited to any type of articles. It seems that what is posted and what is written is only based on the editors' preferences, and it is very casual.

The masthead is also unique, with a sentence from a gentleman: "A newspaper is not a momentary opinion, it will become the name of the world."

Because of this nature, Mr. Fang Jiming can't count the number of times Mr. Fang Jiming squatted on the trumpet, and the newspaper offices of the Oriental Daily were also closed at three ends, and the editorial department often changed places. Once get used to moving, can clean up an office in ten minutes, and pack it up and send it to a rickshaw, which is amazing.

It is also Fang Jiming who has a solid foundation and a wide range of contacts. Otherwise, I am afraid that even the prisoner himself will not be able to make money, let alone continue to run a newspaper.

The car stopped in Bao'an, and Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi walked over.

"There are a lot of newspapers here, big and small, but most of them are tabloids with unknown names and dying in the blink of an eye."

Yu Jingzhi said as he walked: "When the Oriental Daily was first established, it was also on the reporting side of Wangping Street. There are many newspaper offices there, the news is smooth, and there is a newspaper industry association. Mr. Fang has also been in that association, but only In less than half a month, he wrote an article scolding the association, and the second newspaper association published Mr. Fang's name. It was also that time that Mr. Fang moved from Wangping Street. The Newspaper Association will soon be gone..."

From Yu Jingzhi, Chu Yunsheng also learned a lot of Mr. Fang's anecdotes, and the image sketched in his mind was that of a serious gentleman with stern eyebrows.

However, as soon as entered the editorial office of the Oriental Daily and met this Mr. Fang Jiming in person, it was completely different from this image.

When they entered the editorial office on the second floor, there was a busy scene in the office. There was a lot of noise everywhere. Some people lowered their heads to copy quickly, some people walked in a hurry, some people were chatting and arguing quickly. Fang Jiming was sitting in a plain robe. Behind the table in the corner, writing.

He is about fifty years old, with a round face and a round nose, and a short beard. At first glance, he will only make people think of the most kind and friendly old man in the neighborhood, and he must not be linked with any sharp and cold cultural people.

Yu Jingzhi was obviously a frequent visitor here, and the people around didn't pay much attention to his arrival, only Fang Jiming, who was sitting at the desk, saw him, raised his head, and said with a smile, "It's hard for you to find this place. ."

"Who is this……"

Yu Jingzhi pulled up two chairs and let himself sit with Chu Yunsheng, and said in the middle: "I went to Fang Mansion. This is my friend Chu Yunsheng, a doctor."

Fang Jiming nodded, looked at Chu Yunsheng for a while, then looked at Yu Jingzhi, and said, "If there is such a big disturbance before, I am not afraid of being punished. The Oriental News does not take any stand. Yes, you don't have to expect me to speak for you."

"Sir, you don't have to talk to me. As long as some things are the truth, the truth, the teacher will naturally say it." Yu Jingzhi smiled and asked again, "Did you tell Mr. Zheng what you said? So he said it before. I just moved from Fang's mansion today."

Fang Jiming nodded: "It can't be said that the Tao is different, it's just that he wants to get to know some people and do some things, and I didn't decide whether to do it with him or not. You need to know , whether that position is good or bad, as long as it stands, the truth is no longer the truth, and the truth is no longer pure."

Saying that, Fang Jiming sighed, shook his head and said, "Stop talking about him, talk about you, what's the matter today? Let's talk about the ugly first, I still won't accept your silver dollars."

"Sir doesn't need my help, and of course I won't force it any more."

Yu Jingzhi took a piece of paper from the sleeve of the robe and showed it to Fang Jiming.

Fang Jiming didn't intend to accept anything from Yu Jingzhi, so he just swept away at random.

But it was this fact that made his eyes freeze directly.

His eyes narrowed at first, then widened in disbelief, his fingers grabbed the piece of paper, then he raised his head in hindsight, looked left and right implicitly vigilantly, and finally turned his eyes back to Yu On the Mirror: "This described drug... Really exists?"

He suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed again: "The medicines in Jihetang are also yours?"

Yu Jingzhi nodded slightly.

Fang Jiming was stunned for a moment, and he was about to stand up suddenly from the chair, but he finally controlled his movements, only shaking his fingers, pressing the emotion in his throat: "What do you want to do?"

Yu Jingzhi: "I just want to use the power of Mr. to save more people."

Fang Jiming stared at the piece of paper, leaned slightly hunched into the chair, and didn't speak for a while. Yu Jingzhi and Chu Yunsheng also sat quietly, not sighing.

At this moment, the telegraph machine of the editorial department suddenly rang, and a telegram came in.

An editor near the telegraph machine picked up the telegram and browsed it.

"The Orientals are deceiving people!"

An extremely angry curse, accompanied by a loud bang that the table smashed angrily.

Everyone in the office was startled and looked around.

"Zhaofu, what's wrong?"

"What happened, why are you so excited?"

"What was written on the telegram?"

In the corner, Chu Yunsheng reckoned with the current time, had some guesses in his heart, turned his head to look, and sure enough, someone curiously leaned over and read the contents of the telegram—

"Yesterday, the Toyo government proposed at the Peace Conference to unconditionally transfer Germany's rights and interests in the Qingzhou Peninsula to Toyo.

The Chinese delegation refused.

Denial is probably ineffective. "

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