"Have you packed up all the things?" Song Fuguo asked. He was wearing a suit and tie, wearing a windbreaker, a top hat, and a civilized stick in his hand.

"Boss, you've packed it up." Fan Qi said.

The suitcase he was carrying was specially made, with a mezzanine in the middle, which could hold a short gun and two magazines.

Song Fuguo didn't say anything. He sorted out his clothes, looked at the bustling crowd, the familiar river surface, and the familiar buildings.

Some buildings also disappeared and disappeared into the war.

The plaster flag flying high on the pier is so dazzling.

"Let's go." Song Fuguo nodded.

In order to avoid the gathering of multiple single men to arouse suspicion from the Japanese, he and Fan Qi were together, and the other three subordinates acted separately.

"Boss, it's that Boss Liu." Fan Qi smiled and waved to the distance.

Song Fuguo turned his head to look and saw Boss Liu and his group of five carrying bags of all sizes, as if they were waiting for someone to come to pick up the boat.

Boss Liu took off his hat and waved it.

Song Fuguo smiled, took off his hat and waved to greet him from afar.

"Rickshaw." Fan Qi waved his hand and stopped two rickshaws with the box.

Song Fuguo glanced at Fan Qi, then got on the rickshaw.

...

After leaving the dock, passing two alleys, the two got out of the car, Fan Qi paid the fare, and then found the opportunity to speak, "Boss, there just now..."

"I saw it." Song Fuguo said.

The two of them had the original plan to find a place near the dock to make a phone call, which means they had arrived safely.

Fan Qi suddenly waved to stop the rickshaw, which was an unexpected situation.

Although Song Fuguo had questions at that time, he got on the rickshaw without any change in appearance.

The vigilant Song Fuguo then saw the situation of the rickshaw driver running by the roadside.

Two cars were parked there, and there was a Japanese flag in front of the car. It should be these two special cars that aroused Fan Qi's alertness.

Song Fuguo secretly speculated that there might be important Japanese people on this ship?

These two cars are here to pick up people.

He was very satisfied with Fan Qi's reaction. Fan Qi made the wisest choice and evacuate immediately. He never showed any interest in the situation on the side of the car:

Ordinary Chinese people, when they see Japanese people avoid them, they will easily cause suspicion if they look at them more.

In other words, for Fan Qi, he did not need to risk his stay to inquire about the news. His most important task was to protect Song Fu Kingdom, and others could be ignored.

...

Seeing the two men leaving, Ishikawa Ganfu came to Kuanzhi Taniguchi, "Teacher, the car that the Consulate General has arrived to pick us up."

"Didn't you say don't come to pick us up?" Taniguchi Kurazuki frowned.

The man Ishikami smiled and didn't say anything.

"Teacher, this is the empire's importance to you." Haruko said, "Your identity is special, so the Consulate General cannot neglect you."

"This is where I don't like these red tape." Taniguchi Kurayuki shook his head, pointed to the civilized stick in his hand, "Let's go."

The car parked on the side of the road, next to it was the theater.

Several people walked to the side of the car.

A young man in a suit and tie had already been waiting by the car. When he saw the middle-aged man wearing glasses coming first, he quickly met him.

"Professor Taniguchi, second-class secretary of the Imperial Consulate General in Shanghai, Ryono, is here to welcome you."

"Rano Sakamoto?" Taniguchi Hiroyuki glanced at the other party, "Boy of the Sakamoto family?"

"Yes, professor, my father, Nagashi Sakamoto." Ryono Sakamoto said respectfully.

"It turns out to be Sakamoto's Kirin son." Taniguchi Kuraoshi smiled, "You were only seven or eight years old when you saw you last time."

"Professor, there are so many people here, please." Ryono Sakamoto opened the car door and said.

"Haruko, you get on this car with me." Taniguchi Kurayuki ordered, and he glanced at a young man wearing glasses and thin body, "Masaji, you get on that car with others."

"Yes!" Hachime Masaji nodded with a little dull expression.

...

Second floor.

"Sister Zhen, look here, right."

Ying Huaizhen smiled.

Xia Xiaoying smiled sweetly and pressed the shutter.

Click.

The picture is frozen at this moment.

The talks between Cheng Qianfan and Xia Wenqiao were not going well, and the two sides did not reach a fruitful agreement on "joint anti-Ting" policy.

However, there was not no progress. Xiao Cheng and "Hei Sanlang" directly interviewed, and the two confirmed a consensus:

None of the two companies can compete with Zhang Xiaolin's power alone. If they can unite, they will benefit from each other, and they can only join the group to keep warm.

However, this matter involves too much interest, and neither Xia Wenqiao nor Cheng Qianfan are at ease with each other, so there is still some discussion on this matter.

"Sister Zhen, I'll have someone wash out the photos today and send someone to you early tomorrow morning." Xia Xiaoying and Ying Huaizhen said goodbye.

"Thank you." Ying Huaizhen held Xia Xiaoying's hand and whispered in the ear of the Xia family's lady. Xia Xiaoying's ears turned red and she gently beat Ying Huaizhen.

...

At this moment, there was a quarrel at the door of the "Laifu Hotel" next to the theater.

A young man who delivered a meal was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and was arguing with the hotel owner.

There were also idle men watching the fun at the door.

Whether it was Xia Wenqiao's people or Cheng Qianfan's people, they immediately became alert. The assassination of the killer used this method to deliberately cause trouble, causing onlookers, and then suddenly pulled out their guns and shot.

Alai winked, and a subordinate who had been paying attention to the movements over there came to report.

"Brother San, it was the one who made the meal nearby who answered a call to order a meal. The guy brought the meal to the hotel. The owner said that there was no passenger he mentioned in the store."

This kind of thing is strange, but not strange, but it seems a little strange.

Especially in the eyes of suspicious people.

Cheng Qianfan and Xia Wenqiao looked at each other.

Both of them were people who valued their lives very much. For safety reasons, they immediately shook hands and said goodbye. Under the protection of their respective subordinates, they quickly got into the car and left here.

...

"I didn't expect you to be able to talk to that Miss Xia." Cheng Qianfan grabbed Ying Huaizhen's tenderness, rubbed it gently, and said with a smile.

"When I saw Xiaoying, I thought of my youth." Ying Huaizhen sighed quietly, "It's such a naive age."

"Are you old?" Cheng Qianfan glanced at Ying Huaizhen, his eyes stopped somewhere, and smiled slightly, "No, I like to eat peaches, but I don't like to eat old peaches."

"Bah." Ying Huaizhen looked at him, "My daughter's family is sad about spring and autumn. What a great artistic conception, you are so good, you are so tricked."

"Make it?" Cheng Qianfan seemed to smile and his eyes swept over Ying Huaizhen's beautiful body.

"Oh, you guys." Ying Huaizhen blushed and gently slapped Mr. Xiao Cheng.

"Press my head and pinch my shoulders." Cheng Qianfan laughed, lay down with the flow, leaned his head in Ying Huaizhen's arms, and closed his eyes.

Ying Huaizhen smiled charmingly, leaned down, and gently pressed Xiao Cheng's head with his slender fingers as white as green onion.

"Stop making trouble." Ying Huaizhen stopped Xiao Cheng's restless hand.

"What am I making trouble?" Cheng Qianfan said with his eyes closed, "It hit my head and I couldn't breathe."

Ying Huaizhen was very embarrassed and pressed his head with a little force.

Cheng Qianfan raised his lips, smiled, stopped talking, and leisurely enjoyed the beauty's massage.

...

Song Fuguo has arrived in Shanghai safely. The quarrel between the restaurant guy at the entrance of the hotel and the hotel owner just now originated from a "safety" call from Song Fuguo.

Cheng Qianfan secretly considered the time in his heart.

If Mei Shenping and Gao Qingwu were indeed coming to Shanghai as the Chongqing caller judged, the two of them should have been here for two or three days.

We should have had contact with the Japanese side and even formal talks have begun.

However, he has not received any news for the time being:

In the past two days, he went to the Special High School Course to report to Sanbenshiro and went to Imamura Hitotaro's home to "listen to the teacher's teachings".
To be continued...