Spring breeze and delightful building.

"This mutton is good today." Cheng Qianfan picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. The white handkerchief was stained with oil. It was thrown on the table by Mr. Xiao Cheng.

"It's really delicious." Haozai put down the big bones that were gnawing, wiped his mouth, and said with a chuckling.

Then he pushed open the door of the private room and walked out.

After a while, Haozi's voice came downstairs, "Where are you? Go and clean up your own pot of good tea."

"Okay, let's go now." The guy downstairs quickly agreed.

Xiao Cheng always offends a distinguished guest who can't afford it, so he naturally has to serve him well. However, Xiao Cheng always doesn't like someone waiting outside the private room, so his boss arranged a smart guy to go there on the first floor at any time.

Soon, a pot of West Lake Longjing was brewed and brought it up.

"Go down." Haozai took the teapot and waved his hand to drive the guy away.

After the footsteps left, Haozai gently opened the door and glanced, confirming that no one was eavesdropping outside, and then closed the door.

...

"Brother Fan, there is no one." Haozai said. He just went out, and on the surface he called tea, but in fact he carefully checked around and confirmed that there were no suspicious people.

"What have you found?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"Zhao Changgeng is from Wenzhou, Zhejiang. He came to Shanghai three years ago and was the deputy manager of Pisson Foreign Company. He has two sons and one daughter at home." Haozai said.

"What else?" Cheng Qianfan nodded, asked with a sip of tea.

What Haozi said is superficial situation that is easy to find. If Haozi only found these, it would disappoint him.

"I also found something particularly interesting," Haozai said.

"Tell me," Cheng Qianfan glanced at the street downstairs and saw Yuan Kaizhou's car honking over. The window fell. Yuan Kaizhou made an irregular salute gesture to him.

Cheng Qianfan smiled and bowed his hand to return the gift.

"I found out that Zhao Changgeng had been to Xiapi Lane in Beidang District a few days ago." Haozai said.

"Oh? Confirm?" Cheng Qianfan, who was originally leaning on the chair, asked with a serious expression.

Because Xiahou Yuan lives in Xiapi Lane, Beidang District.

"Confirmed." Haozai nodded, "Brothers secretly found out a detail. Zhao Changgeng bought cigarettes in Xiapi Lane that day, and seemed to have bought fake cigarettes. In a blink of an eye, the vendor selling cigarettes disappeared. Zhao Changgeng angrily stomped his feet and scolded."

"Zhao Changgeng appeared in Xiapi Lane." Cheng Qianfan said in contemplation, holding a teacup in his hand and suddenly asked, "Have you found out that there was any contact between Zhao Changgeng and Xiahou Yuan?"

"Not inquiry." Haozai shook his head and explained, "It's not that the two of them have not had contact, but that the brothers have not inquired about this."

Cheng Qianfan nodded. Haozi's explanation was very necessary. The same sentence may have two meanings and must be explained clearly. This is particularly important in the work of agents.

...

Zhao Changgeng is suspected to be a Shanghai station agent under house arrest.

Xiahou Yuan, an agent from the Nishimura class of the Japanese Special Forces Department.

Cheng Qianfan was thinking about what kind of connection would these two people even be completely hostile?

Although Haozai reported that he did not know whether there was any contact between Zhao Changgeng and Xiahou Yuan, when such two people with special identities appeared in the same place, this itself was enough to arouse vigilance and various speculations.

Cheng Qianfan picked up the cigarette box on the table and took out a cigarette.

Hao Zai drew a foreign fire to ignite Cheng Qianfan.

Cheng Qianfan took a sip of cigarette lightly, leaned back, raised his foot, and looked at the bustling crowd downstairs, falling into deep thought.

He doesn't know much about Zhao Changgeng's situation.

On the contrary, Xiahou Yuan's situation was more mastered.

Assuming that there is some connection between these two people, further breakthroughs cannot be made from Zhao Changgeng, Cheng Qianfan chose to think about Xiahou Yuan, who had more information.

Xiahou Yuan is an agent of Xicunban.

Cheng Qianfan didn't know about this person's level and status in Xicun class. However, judging from the attitude of Xicun Okama after Xiahou Yuan's death, Xiahou Yuan himself was not important, but what was important was the jewelry box in Xiahou Yuan's hand.

What does this mean?

This shows that Xiahou Yuan was participating in a secret operation before being killed by the Shanghai Special Information Group!

No, judging from the degree of importance Xicun Ozotomi pays attention to this matter, Xiahou Yuan should have a special or important role in this secret operation, rather than an irrelevant participant.

What kind of connection will a key participant in the Japanese special forces agency have with a secret agent at the Shanghai station?

There is too little information on hand, so it is difficult for Cheng Qianfan to make further analysis for a while.

However, the identities of these two people alone mean that this matter is definitely not simple.

...

"Brother Fan, could it be Zhao Changgeng who secretly turned against the sun?" Haozai asked.

"The possibility is not high." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. Judging from his secret observation that day, it is unlikely that Zhao Changgeng had already defected to the Japanese.

Cheng Qianfan knew about the Japanese secret service. If Zhao Changgeng really defected to them, then they would not be indifferent to Lu Xingge, the fat fish that was delivered to the door. Even if they were not arrested secretly, they would send people to follow him secretly.

Lu Xingge was not followed, this detail shows that Zhao Changgeng did not surrender to the Japanese.

Of course, it is also possible that Zhao Changgeng did defect to the Japanese, but the Japanese side decided to fish for big fish in a long line. In order to avoid alerting the snake, they did not send anyone to follow Lu Xingge.

There is also a detail that attracted his attention.

According to his observations and the situation provided by Pidan at that time, Zhao Changgen did convey information.

Lu Xingge also successfully obtained the information.

This seems to prove that Zhao Changgeng did not treason.

Cheng Qianfan blew the ash, took another sip of the cigarette, and then pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Brother Fan, little Taoist priest." Haozai reminded softly.

Cheng Qianfan turned his head and looked down, and saw a figure lying in the crowd. From his back he looked like a little Taoist priest.

"Let's go." Mr. Xiao Cheng grabbed a handful of melon seeds and walked while eating them.

"Yes!" Haozi took off his top hat, swept his skillful big hand, and swept the melon seeds and peanuts into his hat.

...

About twenty minutes later, Xiao Cheng and Hao Zai walked around and came to a bookstore.

There are the most common bookshops in Shanghai, Chenghuang Temple, because this place is the birthplace of Shanghai Bookstore. It can be said that most of the good storytellers in the early years were concentrated here.

The bookstore that Mr. Xiao Cheng came to is called Qunyulou.

In the lobby on the first floor, many listeners were intoxicated by the audience. Some seemed to be dozing off, but when the listening was exciting, when someone applauded, the person would be able to keep up in time.

There are also fine ghosts who listen quietly and never stingy in the wonderful places, but they rarely give me some nickel coins.

Mr. Xiao Cheng climbed the stairs, and there were endless people who stood up and bowed to him along the way.

Cheng Qianfan smiled and said to him. When he met a familiar "helping the old man", he went up to greet him and said he would like to buy this person, winning a burst of admiration and a neat thumb.

When we arrived at the second floor, our boss prepared the private room early.

Mr. Xiao Cheng just sat down here, and the best tea and exquisite snacks were arranged.

Licorice and plum, golden flower tea, zigu slices, glutinous rice cakes, Jiaxing rice dumplings, smoked frogs, smoked eggs, lotus root powder, unique flavor, what you want.

The clever guy asked if he wanted to find a girl to accompany him to listen to the book.

Seeing that Mr. Xiao Cheng subconsciously supported his waist and said he would be spared today. The guy nodded and stepped down, and showed a strange smile.

...

The private room in Qunyulou is very private. If you want to see the storyteller's ups and downs, you can start the curtain and see it naturally.

If you just want to hear a storyteller but don’t want to be peeped at by idle people, you will pull up the curtain and then put down the row of wooden boards hanging on the beam, which can be completely covered, forming a private and private room.

Then press the button and the electric speaker on the wall can hear the voice of the storyteller downstairs.

Although the sound is a bit distorted most of the time, the tone of this closed-door listening book is really good, so many wealthy people like it quite.

About half an hour later, Haozai went out for a walk, and when he came back, the door was closed.

After a while, a figure opened the door, flashed into it, and closed the door casually.

The little Taoist priest came in.

...

The little Taoist dressed in a short dress, wore a top hat, opened his clothes, and had a toothpick in his mouth, making a style for a chopping man who was helping him.

"Wipe off." Cheng Qianfan raised his eyes and pointed at the little Taoist priest's neck and said.

"Ah?" the little Taoist priest was stunned.

"Lipstick mark." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said with a smile.

Then he saw the little Taoist priest blushing and said a few words like, "He did nothing", "This was accidentally rubbed against it", "It was not something that a woman could eat".
To be continued...