Chapter 95 The situation is extremely dangerous.

Hu Junhe panicked when he heard this and pulled him aside, saying, "This place is dangerous, let's get in the car and talk."

Got in the car.

He offered Wang Xuesen a cigarette and a light, saying, "Brother, don't worry. I will never use any official documents from the interrogation room again, and I will never cause you any trouble."

"Besides, that woman is a red ticket (meaning she's a high-ranking official)."

"Knowing too many high-ranking officials and interrogating too many people could easily lead to trouble."

"Why should I rush to conduct the trial?"

"Isn't it also to share the burden with your younger brother?"

"After all, I have the seniority, and I can talk to the Japanese. If you get into trouble, I can cover for you, right?"

"Just believe me: the interrogation room is a dangerous place, you can't handle it."

Wang Xuesen lit a cigarette, took a puff, frowned, and said, "Brother, I appreciate your kindness."

"But the checkpoint is the director's purse strings; it's not something I can decide on my own. Aren't you just making things difficult for me?"

"That's easy, Director. I just said I wanted to set up an intelligence point in Liujiagang."

"Nobody usually robs this godforsaken place."

He won't ask any more questions.

"As long as you don't let a word about the wheel tracks, I can give you 10% of the net profit. How about that? Pretty generous, right?"

Hu Junhe exhaled a smoke ring and winked shrewishly.

"Forget about the money, I don't need those two cents."

"If you can get the director on your side, then that's between you two."

"I can give you face and pretend I was never here, but these days, anyone who dares to drive a car here is a tough nut to crack."

"If something happens to you, sell me out."

"Don't blame me for severing ties and disowning you as a brother when the time comes."

Wang Xuesen rubbed his temples, putting on a tired expression that suggested he was exhausted from the internal strife but didn't want to offend him.

"rest assured!"

"I know more about Shanghai than you do!"

"If it's goods from the Japanese Chamber of Commerce and Zhang Xiaolin, they'll sell them openly and honestly."

"Those who can smuggle goods in this godforsaken place are probably either pro-government agents, special agents from the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, or petty thugs from the Green Gang."

"Your brother can just wait to get his share of the money."

Hu Junhe chuckled.

Heh, you know more than me? You're the King of Knowledge, aren't you...? Wang Xuesen flicked his cigarette butt away, pretending to haggle:

"Alright then, I wish you great success in your business, brother. As for the interrogation room..."

"Don't worry, we will never use it again without a formal letter," Hu Junhe assured him firmly.

Wang Xuesen said no more.

I stepped on the gas and headed straight for the city.

Old Hu has already fallen into the trap.

Next, we just have to wait for the Bai family to smash Li Shiqun to pieces, pot and bowl.

Just sit back and watch the show.

Back in the city.

He went to the hidden dead mailbox near the East Asian Cultural Academy, unlocked it, and sure enough, there was another letter inside.

Wang Xuesen retrieved the letter, disguised himself, and went to the Wang family's old residence.

I sat at my desk and finished reading the letter.

Wang Xuesen's gaze fell on the withered ivy vines outside the window as he pondered how to reply.

After a moment, he smiled slightly, took out letter paper scented with magnolia blossoms from the drawer, and wrote cute, rounded Chinese characters on it with his fountain pen:

"Ms. Masako, I'm sorry I only received your letter today."

"You said you felt like a caged bird, longing for freedom and peace, but you could never fly out of this gloomy sky."

"You've suffered even more since coming to Shanghai."

"Don't be afraid, don't be sad. Maybe there are no cherry blossoms here, but the plane trees on Nanjing Road are just as beautiful."

Did you like the song "Castle in the Sky" that I sent you last time?

"You said you hoped to see me."

"Perhaps one day, when the melody of this song plays, we will meet."

"I hope you won't be disappointed by my ordinariness!"

"well!"

After writing the last word, Wang Xuesen smiled slightly and carefully placed the letter into the envelope.

He had only been in Shanghai for a short time.

After learning about the past grievances between Wanjia, Bai Junqi, and Wang Ershao, he secretly began to make arrangements.

Bai Junqi is now the head of the Ideological Section of the Special Higher Police.

Moreover, he recently became the godfather of Zhang Xiaolin, and is currently enjoying great popularity.

The reason this guy hasn't bothered Wanjia for so long is because he's been pursuing Miyako, the only daughter of Fujita Hajime, the head of the Special Higher Police.

Wang Xuesen had several encounters with Fujita Hajime at Captain Okamura's house.

This person is an expert on China.

He greatly admires Chinese culture and is also very ambitious and has many ideas.

Fujita Kazuichi was a lieutenant colonel and belonged to the Second Section of the Military Police.

Knowing that advancement would be difficult, Fujita Hajime decided to take the political route, marrying into a promising family of the puppet regime in support of the General Headquarters' East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere strategy.

The Bai family has been enjoying great success lately, possessing both wealth and resources.

Zhang Xiaolin has repeatedly stood up for his adopted son, Bai Junqi.

Fujita Hajime clearly intended to secretly arrange a marriage between Miyako and Shiro Junki.

This is also the root of Ms. Miyako's suffering.

She didn't like that spoiled, hypocritical man.

Wang Xuesen once saw Miyako near the university; she was a very pretty Japanese girl, someone he could definitely make a move on.

So he secretly became pen pals with Miyako anonymously through a dating column, and they confided in each other. Their relationship became so close that Miyako was eager to meet him and even considered eloping.

I've finished writing this letter.

He then took out another piece of paper and wrote a second letter in Japanese:

"Madam Huixiang".

"Perhaps you are already annoyed by my love, please forgive me for thinking of you again on this lonely night."

"Ever since I saw your charm at the party, I have never been able to forget it."

"Ever since I saw your charm at the party, I have never been able to forget it."

I miss you Snow-white breasts, a slender waist, and a full, rounded bottom. I fantasize about being with you, draining each other of all our energy.

"You are like a ripe fruit hanging high on a branch, which has already captivated my heart and soul."

"Another day I long to spend this wonderful evening with you!"

"Forgive my rudeness."

"I only hate that I can't erase all the imprints of you from the depths of my soul."

"It's getting cold, remember to wear more clothes!"

"If you suddenly miss me someday, remember to come find me!"

"You know I've always been here."

"I'm obsessed with you, Mori!"

After finishing this cheesy love letter, he put it into another envelope.

Madam Huixiang was the head of the Japanese Residents Club. In her early forties, she was charming and elegant, and was one of the most prestigious socialites in Shanghai.

Her husband was the president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce. After he was assassinated by the Kuomintang Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in April, Mrs. Huixiang became a widow.

Because of her beauty, hot figure, high status, and wealth, she was pursued by countless Japanese, high-ranking officials of the Wang Jingwei regime, and unscrupulous businessmen.

Lady Huixiang was aloof and proud, with no scandals.

Wang Xuesen didn't usually bother or harass her much.

That's the kind of thing a fool would do.

He would occasionally write her a passionate love letter or a love song, show concern for her health, and chat with her about food, culture, and so on.

For two months, Madam Huixiang had not replied to his letter.

Interestingly, when they occasionally bumped into each other at parties or shopping malls, Madam Huixiang would refuse, her expression always evasive.

This was undoubtedly a positive and friendly signal for Wang Xuesen.

Thanks to the publicity from the White Rose megaphone, there are now quite a few wealthy women and socialites in Shanghai who privately seek Wang Xuesen's affections.

If you really don't consider me a threat, why are you hiding from me?

Forty years old, the age of absorbing earth.

The body clearly desires it, but the mouth and face show aloofness.

All I can say is that the Japanese are really pretentious!

Of course, winning over Lady Huixiang would be extremely beneficial for opening up transportation channels and procuring supplies.

Wang Xuesen wasn't in a hurry.

Cast a long line to catch a big fish, take it slow.

Moreover, the beauty of the "mangy dog" approach is that, by persisting, a woman will eventually get used to it.

And then... without you, she was really lonely.

After delivering the letter, Wang Xuesen drove home.

It's a rare day off.

He accompanied Wanjia to her father-in-law's house.

The main reason is that the mother-in-law misses her son-in-law.

Xuesen is highly capable and highly valued by Boss Dai. She is also a great talker, able to chat about anything from skincare to health. In addition, he taught her a set of yoga techniques.

Needless to say, it really works well; the shaping effect is excellent.

When Huang Ying, the mother-in-law, stands out among the other wives in the social circle, her chest puffed out, her charm making her stand out from the crowd.

Moreover, Wang Xuesen also provided great help to his father-in-law, Su Changshun. When the new Chamber of Commerce alliance was established last time, Ding Mocun was appointed as an honorary director, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Su Changshun also secretly took the opportunity to help some patriotic entrepreneurs retain their shares, and many even transferred their core technologies to the mountain city in the rear.

For example, Mr. Zhang, the owner of the Red Star Match Factory.

Now, the elderly couple in the Su family treat their beloved son-in-law even better than their own son.

Every few days, he would urge Wanjia to bring her home for a visit.

……

night.

Wanjia is on her period.

Wang Xuesen finally got a seven-day vacation.

"Waaah."

"My stomach hurts so much. My mom has been so focused on you that she even replaced the chef at home with a Sichuan cuisine chef."

"It was already happening."

"This meal made my stomach hurt even more."

"I've seen sons-in-law who favor others, but I've never seen anyone treat a girl like dirt. Ugh, it makes me so angry."

Wanjia pouted and whined sweetly.

"Drink some water, it'll warm your tummy." Wang Xuesen fed her brown sugar water with a look of doting affection.

"Has anything progressed?" Wanjia asked after taking a couple of sips of her drink.

"have."

"Hu Junhe has indeed taken the bait."

"Given his personality, he'll definitely swallow the Bai family's goods."

"I suspect that Bai Junqi took this route to avoid Zhang Xiaolin and eat alone."

"Once he suffers a loss in silence, he will definitely take action against Hu Junhe and Li Shiqun's sentry post."

"This is going to be a tough fight between the two sides."

Wang Xuesen glanced at his watch, a relaxed smile appearing on his face: "If we're lucky, Qingfu should call with good news tonight."

"Once Li Shiqun makes his move, and I add fuel to the fire, taking down the Bai family won't be difficult."

"But Section Chief Fujita thinks highly of Bai Junqi..." Wanjia said with some worry.

"Section Chief Fujita will come to terms with reality," Wang Xuesen said with a smile.

Miyako was a card she kept specifically to cut off Bai Junqi's escape route.

"You're almost as shrewd as Zhuge Liang, always speaking and acting in a cryptic way." Wanjia kissed him with a mixture of love and exasperation.

"Isn't it better to just take what's readily available?" Wang Xuesen laughed.

"well!"

"I've won again, okay?"

Wanjia lightly punched him twice, then got down to business: "I went to Old Du's to get my medicine today; Old Du is having a real problem with it."

"What is it?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"Occupy the deep."

"It was the Kuomintang assassin who killed Ji Yunqing."

"Boss Dai gave him a strict order to return to the mountain city to report, but for some reason, he kept staying in Shanghai and refused District Chief Chen's orders several times."

"As you know, too many members of the Military Intelligence Bureau have defected in the past few months."

"Boss Dai's meaning is very clear: we must find this person as soon as possible."

"If they betray us, execute them immediately."

"If not, this person was highly valued by Boss Dai in the past, so we must persuade him to return to the mountain town."

Wanjia frowned and said.

"I can find someone."

"However, it's best not to have too high hopes."

"It is truly rare to see someone who has performed such a great service refuse to return to the mountain city to receive a reward and promotion."

"They either die or surrender, or they are trapped by money and beauty."

"Otherwise, I can't think of any other reason."

"Just like me, I fell in love with you at first sight and couldn't help myself."

While analyzing the situation, Wang Xuesen didn't forget to coax his wife.

"You think you can talk? Who told me to go back to my parents' home as soon as I arrived? Do you think I have no memory?" Wanjia said with a playful pinch.

"Nonsense."

"Your memory is messed up!"

"Have you finished drinking?"

"Go to sleep."

Wang Xuesen put away the soup bowl and put his arm around her.

"I'll wait for your call with you," Wanjia pouted, refusing to back down.

She fell asleep in less than half an hour.

It's 1:30 a.m.

the phone is ringing.

Wang Xuesen tiptoed out of bed and answered, "Okay, I understand."

hang up the phone.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It became.

Hu Junhe personally oversaw the operation and hijacked the shipment.

It contains white sugar, salt, and tobacco.

There are also weapons.

Old Hu has made a fortune this time.

……

The next day.

Wang Xuesen drove into post number 76.

Wu Sibao, with bandages wrapped around his head, was personally directing the security check.

While the guards were conducting their inspection, Wang Xuesen stepped forward and offered Sibao a cigarette: "Brother-in-law, good morning."

"Who's your brother-in-law? Are you close to him?"

"You little brat, are you trying to make a move on Aizhen?"

He questioned him, his eyebrows raised like a broom.

"Okay, then I'll call you Lao Wu from now on."

"Since you've asked, I'll tell you the truth."

"I heard that Sister Zhen went to Suzhou with someone else... I was a little angry, and I was annoyed that you were so useless, that's why I hit you."

Wang Xuesen said very frankly.

Wu Sibao's face turned deathly pale, both angry and shocked: "You...who told you that?"

"Hmph, what do you think?" Wang Xuesen chuckled.

"Is it that bastard Hu Junhe?!" Wu Sibao said angrily.

"I didn't say that!"

"You guessed that yourself!"

Wang Xuesen quickly denied it, thus planting a small seed of discord.

He quickly changed the subject: "Old Wu, Sister Zhen went all the way to Suzhou to look for you, so your friend must be yourself, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If Aizhen has something to do, it's because I'm usually too busy to spend time with her."

Wu Sibao, obsessed with saving face, remained stubborn.

"You love it, don't you!"

"To put it bluntly, given Sister Zhen's charm and age, if you don't handle things properly, let alone go to Suzhou, what would be truly troublesome if she went to a foreign restaurant to have fun the other day."

Wu Sibao trembled violently in pain: "Can't you stop spouting nonsense?"

"OK."

"Good advice is useless to a damned fool."

"I'm leaving."

Just as the vehicle inspection was completed, Wang Xuesen got in the car and drove to the parking lot.

I arrived at the office.

Not long after they sat down, Ding Mocun walked in.

Wang Xuesen quickly stood up: "Director Ding, what a rare guest."

Ding Mocun raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to be polite: "I've called Pingping several times recently, but she always says she's busy. I can't get away right now either. Why don't you buy some gifts and go see her for me when you have some free time?"

"Yes, Director." Wang Xuesen nodded.

"Oh, I just ordered a suit. Same place as always. Could you pick it up for me on your way back?"

After giving his instructions, Ding Mocun turned and left without saying anything more.

Just as they reached the door, Hu Junhe rushed in, and the two nearly collided.

"Oh, Director Ding, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Hu Junhe quickly apologized.

"fine."

Ding Mocun smiled and walked away quickly.

"What's he doing here, bro? This guy's practically a clay idol now, you should avoid him," Hu Junhe warned unhappily.

"What could he possibly want from me?"

"It's just asking me to go keep Zheng Pingping company and pick up her clothes and shoes while I'm at it."

Wang Xuesen smiled wryly.

"Old Hu, your eyes are bloodshot like a rabbit's. Did you go on a stakeout last night?" he asked.

"Enough said."

"Spent the whole night and got nothing?"

"I just came to let you know that Zhang Deqing and Bai Meigui have arrived, and the director requests your presence."

"I also need to go to the evidence room."

He waved his hand and said with a bored expression.

Son of a bitch.

They're all seasoned scumbags.

Dingmo Village is a swindler.

Don't even mention Hu Junhe. He made a fortune last night, but damn it, he claims he got nothing.

It doesn't matter.

Wang Xuesen was more than happy to have him take advantage of him and make Bai Junqi clash with him.

"What are you doing in the evidence room?" he asked.

"hey-hey."

"We have a big job today."

"Just wait and see what happens."

Hu Junhe smiled and kept everyone in suspense before getting up and leaving.

Wang Xuesen arrived at Li Shiqun's office.

An elderly man in his sixties, dressed in a blue Tang suit, leaning on a dragon-head cane, and adorned with jade and gold rings on all ten of his fingers, was drinking tea with Li Shiqun.

The plump white roses slumped to the side, looking rather grumpy.

"Xue Sen is here."

"Mr. Zhang, let me introduce you. This is Wang Xuesen, the grandson of Mr. Wang Shizhong."

"Xuesen, this is Zhang Deqing, the head of the Green Gang."

Li Shiqun explained.

"Mr. Zhang, Miss Bai." Wang Xuesen bowed slightly.

"I heard from Shiqun that your winning strategy is quite effective."

"I came here today because I've heard so much about it."

"Tell me, what do you think of my Green Gang?"

"I came here today because I've heard so much about it."

"Tell me, what do you think of my Green Gang?"

Is there a way to win?

Zhang Deqing glanced at him but did not get up.

His goddaughter, White Rose, who had been his bedmate for many years, had been seduced by this young man, and now everyone in Shanghai knew about it, which didn't look good on him.

"Mr. Zhang, you're referring to the dispute with Zhang Xiaolin, aren't you?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"That's right." Zhang Deqing nodded.

"Then Mr. Zhang naturally wins," Wang Xuesen said with a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Oh?"

"Tell me quickly," Zhang Deqing urged.

He's seen more of the world than this pretty boy has ever known, so of course he wouldn't believe in any theories about winning; he just likes to hear nice things.

"First of all, you've joined forces with Director Li and Sanhetang, and you have the backing of the Mei Agency. With this political endorsement, you have the capital to compete with Zhang Xiaolin."

"This is a victory."

Wang Xuesen's first win was given to Li Shiqun.

Li Shiqun smiled gently, but his gaze was fixed on Zhang Deqing.

Zhang Deqing stared at him for two seconds.

Li Shiqun remained silent.

"Well, that's true," Zhang Deqing replied, sounding quite embarrassed.

He was from the "Da" generation, so logically Li Shiqun should have been the one to carry his sedan chair.

But at this moment, as a guest, Li Shiqun was in high spirits and intentionally putting on airs. He would have to either turn his back and leave immediately, or cancel the cooperation with Sanhetang.

Otherwise, we'll have to accept this situation.

"And the second win?" Li Shiqun asked with a smile, arms crossed.

"Zhang Xiaolin was autocratic and especially loved to make outrageous statements. For example, when he was competing for a high-ranking position in Zhejiang Province, he shouted the arrogant slogan, 'If gods or Buddhas get in my way, I will kill them all.'"

"He often acted wildly, even in front of Japanese people."

"Now that he dominates Shanghai, he has long been the object of public and private wrath."

"Dai Li of the Military Intelligence Bureau issued a kill order against him."

"There are quite a few people who hate him, including members of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce, Japanese businessmen, and members of the Green Gang."

"Officials in the Jiangnan and Zhejiang circles, such as Fu You'an and Wang Ruikai of the Reform Movement, regarded him as a thorn in their side."

"Such a madman, his words bring disaster, he has no one to support him, and he is an enemy everywhere in Shanghai. He is only arrogant and trying to survive for now, but sooner or later he will be beheaded."

"Old Zhang only needs to watch the clouds rise and fall, and wait for the flowers to bloom and fade, and he can win steadily."

Wang Xuesen's eloquent analysis.

"Ha ha!"

"What a sure win! That's satisfying! That's great!"

Zhang Deqing felt greatly pleased and exclaimed "Good!" repeatedly.

"Old Zhang, how are you?"

"I told you that after listening to his theories on winning, you would feel relieved and smile broadly," Li Shiqun said with a smile.

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Zhang Deqing took out three hundred US dollars from his sleeve and handed them to Li Shiqun.

"Thanks." Li Shiqun accepted it with one hand without being polite.

Zhang Deqing is now being bullied badly by Zhang Xiaolin.

I am no longer the person who was constantly hampered by Ding Mocun.

Don't forget, when Old Ji was alive, he and this old man were mortal enemies, so naturally he didn't need to give Zhang Deqing any special treatment.

"Let's get down to business."

"Xuesen, take a look at this."

Li Shiqun pointed to a small, exquisite pistol on the table.

"Palm Thunder?" Wang Xuesen exclaimed in surprise.

This Browning M1906 was often used by Kuomintang assassins.

Could it be...

"Director, this is..." Wang Xuesen looked at Li Shiqun.

Li Shiqun said, "Thanks to Ms. White Rose, she went to Master Zhang's residence last night and retrieved this gun."

"Upon inquiring, Mr. Zhang discovered that the gun belonged to one of her close friends."

"Miss Lu, am I right?"

White Rose smiled, a hint of regret and embarrassment in her voice: "No, that's right, Director Wang. Do you remember me telling you about a close friend?"

"This gun... is the one he gave me for self-defense."

Wang Xuesen's heart sank into an ice cellar, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

It turns out that the pretty boy that White Rose kept saying she liked was actually Zhan Shen.

This world is too small.

That silly bird Zhan Shen is so infatuated with the gentle embrace of Bai Mei, no wonder even Boss Dai's "golden command" couldn't urge him back.

Trouble!

……