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

"You can see how I did it later." He said to his 'little subordinate'.

"The little bastards have no source of livelihood, and the most common way of making a living is to 'push the bridgehead'." Wen Guoran continued to talk.

"'Push the bridgehead'? What is this to do?" Xiu Yuman didn't understand.

"It means pushing a cart for people. For example, when waiting for various human vehicles including rickshaws, tricycles, unicycles, flat cars, etc. on the bridge, you run forward and help push and pull, and send them to the top of the bridge, asking for some money or food." Wen Guoran said.

As he said that, he pointed to the pier not far away, "It's like there are many rickshaws next to the pier, which is why the small sluts here are more crowded."

"In addition, 'scavengers' are also an industry for small sluts to make a living. They carry bamboo baskets and long bamboo tongs, run through various pieces, get into garbage cans, pick up all kinds of rags, iron, broken paper and rags, and then sell them to those who collect rags."

"It should not be easy to fill your stomach by 'scavenging'." Xiu Yuman frowned.

"That's right, if you do this, you will suffer from various kinds of slashes. The money you get is not much. Therefore, many slashers will steal when picking up rags." Wen Guoran sighed.

"These little sluts can be said to be both hated and pitiful." He pointed to the Nails hiding in the corner and said.

"They have no place to live and sleep on the streets at night. They can only hide under the eaves on rainy days. It is already a great satisfaction to get a sack of sacks to cover the rain."

"If you don't have sacks, just put some newspapers on your body as a quilt." Wen Guoran shook his head, "Every winter, a group of small sluts will be frozen to death."

"What do they eat?" Xiu Yuman asked.

The conversation between the two is both a cover-up, and this topic is also the topic that Xiu Yuman is studying.

Xiu Yuman is the daughter of Xiu Gongshen, the political department of the French Concession Police Office, 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 organization's work setting for Xiu Yuman is that Xiu Yuman should try to avoid showing obvious anti-Japanese tendencies, and also keep a distance from red.

In his work, he can pay more attention to the capitalists' abuse of child labor, the little beggars and sluts in Shanghai, and the maids being tortured by their employers.

Without exposing his identity as a member of the Red Party, he leveraged his father Xiu Gongshen's influence in the French Concession to speak out for these hard-working people who are usually unwilling to do so.

...

"According to the survey of several of my students, these little bastards eat more than half of the soup, and mainly rely on 'grabbing for rice'." Wen Guoran said.

"'Make a meal'?" Xiu Yuman thought for a while and asked.

The so-called "meal-making" is that some canteens and restaurants in Shanghai provide monthly meals or short-term meal delivery services. Some of the canteens do not serve dine-in and specialize in making meals for people.

"Yes." Wen Guoran glanced at the lesbian who came to deliver the letter did not come to the teahouse directly, but instead took the little girl to linger in front of a dough stall, as if he had chosen a dough girl for the little girl beside him.

Wen Guoran nodded in his heart and praised him. Although this lesbian was very young, he was quite cautious and very smart.

"The guy who delivers rice bags has a conventional rule, that is, whenever the guy comes back from the house of the rice bag, if he meets the little bastards, he will allow the little bastards to come up and grab the leftovers of the cold rice." Wen Guoran said with a smile.

"The guy is not allowed to stop the little bastards from eating. Only when the leftovers are snatched up can you pack up the tableware and leave with a load."

...

Lafeird Road.

Lu Xingge sat on the stool and raised his legs.

The little slut who was shining his shoes was working hard to wipe his leather shoes.

"How is the situation?" Lu Xingge asked, the open newspaper covering his cheeks and talking mouth.

"Mr. Zhao likes to eat the food from Chunfeng Deyi Building. More than half an hour ago, the guy from Chunfeng Deyi Building had already delivered the rice to the rice." said the little slut who was shining his shoes.

His voice was a bit thick, and he was actually pretending to be a dwarf.

Zhao Changgeng is the deputy manager of Shanghai Pisson Trading Company. His real identity is a secret agent of the Shanghai Station of the Lixing Society Special Service.

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

At first, it was 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 under house arrest.

In order to find out the truth, the Shanghai station called Zhao Changgeng's mansion and made a false call. In fact, it was a code hinting that Zhao Changgeng could convey the information by hiding the remaining soup of making rice.

"The people who grab the meals are all arranged." Lu Xingge asked.

"It's arranged." The dwarf nodded and said softly, "It was Ahu who spent money to buy a few little bastards to do things."

"I didn't say too much." Lu Xingge asked cautiously.

"These little sluts, as long as they tell them what to do, they won't ask so much." said the dwarf, "Sir, change to another foot."

Lu Xingge changed his feet, "Tell those little sluts, your mouth is tighter."

"Don't worry, these little bastards don't think they are young, they can live in Shanghai for more than a month. Those who have the opportunity to grab a meal are all fine ghosts. The stupid kids have long been thrown in the mass grave." The dwarf said with a smile.

As he said that, he looked at a corner of an alley to his right.

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

"Which?" the dwarf looked over, "Oh, that little bastard is called Pidan. Although he looks like a silly melon, he is quick to start when grabbing things."

...

"Sir, your meal is here." The voice of the young man who was delivering the meal came from the door.

"Please put it at the door." Luo Haoran did not open the door immediately, "It will be fine to pack up the bowls in an hour."

"Okay." said the guy.

Listening to the 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 of rice, and pulled He Guan in at the same time.

No. 22 Xuehuali Road.

Office of the Deputy Chief of the Central Police Office.

"Brother Fan, Pidan has taken a job." Li Hao added water to Cheng Qianfan's teacup and said.

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

"Someone is looking for a small bastard nearby to do things, and the pussy was bought." Li Hao said.

"What do you do?" Cheng Qianfan became interested and asked.

"There is the Lafeifang side." Li Hao said, "The man asked the Chow Egg and the others to grab the rice and get a thing from the leftovers."

"What?" Cheng Qianfan became interested.

No wonder this man wanted to invite Pi Dan and his group of little beggars, because he had a sphere of influence because he had a stake in food.

Every group of sluts has their own territory.

Grab a meal is an important major event. You must never infringe on the other party’s territory. Otherwise, a fight will break out immediately, and it will be the kind of “unstoppable”.

Currently, Lafeifang’s scramble for rice dumplings belongs to the group of little bastards where the rice balls are located.

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

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

"I guess that's probably the case," Li Hao said.

"Which Lafeifang?" Cheng Qianfan thought and asked.

"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 Miss Huizi were arrested and detained by Cheng Qianfan. Later, the woman was handed over to the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service.

Then, the woman disappeared.

After Eguchi Ekiya returned to Shanghai from Japan and appeared again, Cheng Qianfan once went to the headquarters of the Secret Service to inquire about Keiko.

The headquarters called Yunshanwuxiao back, and at the same time hinted that he should not pay attention to this matter anymore.

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

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

Under various rumors, this house is in a trend of becoming a haunted house.

Later, the house was resold several times.

"Who is the homeowner now?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"Zhao Changgeng, deputy manager of Pisson's foreign company." Li Hao said, "There are wives in the family, two sons and one daughter, and a maid."

Li Hao has a strong memory and knows almost everything in his jurisdiction. Cheng Qianfan rarely feels disappointed when asked.

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

"I learned that Pidan took on this job, so I paid special attention to this family. Think 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, and he picked up the phone, "I want Ms. Ying's house in Lafeifang."
To be continued...