"Do you have an address?" Chen Miao asked.

"The clerk said he was on Minde Road to Huzhou Guild Hall. He didn't know where it was." Wu Tianlin said.

"Let's go drive, I'll go and have a look with you."

"Brother Three, we are the only two. Do you want to say hello to the police station in advance?"

"What are you calling? Let's go investigate the case, aren't you going to make trouble?" Chen Miao looked up at Wu Tianlin and said, "Zhabei is not the Japanese-occupied area in Hongkou. We have the Japanese military police department. What are you afraid of?"

"Yes, third brother."

Zhabei is the territory of the Shanghai Police Department, and of course there is also the Japanese military police team above. Chen Miao and Wu Tianlin ran over, afraid that they would have any ideas.

After passing through the checkpoint of the Japanese soldiers of Hanqiao, after the car drove into Zhabei, the situation was completely different from the concession. Two years have passed.

The mark left by the Zhabei bombing has not been eliminated. There are some house walls on the roadside, and the roads are also bumpy, but it is much better than after the bombing.

Chen Miao rarely came to Zhabei in the past because his activity areas were generally in the public concession and the French concession, and occasionally he went to Hongkou.

The people in Zhabei look much worse than the people in the concession. No matter what clothes they wear or their faces, they can hardly see too many smiles.

Under the dual oppression of the Japanese and the pseudo-government, it is already difficult to survive, so how can you laugh?

The streets were quite lively, but everyone was in a hurry. Many people walked with their heads down. When they met Japanese soldiers holding guns and Japanese ronin wearing wooden clogs and arrogant kimonos, they all bowed their heads and bowed their heads.

This is the Japanese army's regulations in the occupied areas. When Chinese people see Japanese, especially Japanese soldiers, they must bend down to salute to show respect and obedience.

In name, Shanghai is under the rule of a pseudo-government. In fact, it is better to say that Shanghai is actually a colony of Japan. The Chinese not only have no food or clothing, but also have no dignity at all.

In the eyes of the Japanese army, the Chinese are inferior nations, just livestock that they can beat and scold, or even kill at will.

The peaceful movement of Wang's family and the curve of saving the country could not be exchanged for the dignity of the Chinese. His servitude was only exchanged for his personal glory and wealth. Even as long as there were alternative candidates, the Japanese could abandon him at any time.

Sooner or later he will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

"Brother Third, we're here." Wu Tianlin suddenly stepped on the brakes, stopped the car, turned his head and interrupted Chen Miao's thoughts.

When Chen Miao looked at the watch, it was already open at twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

"Tianlin, it's getting late. Let's find a place to have a meal first, and then inquire about the seagull photo studio." Chen Miao ordered.

"I know there is a good restaurant nearby." Wu Tianlin said.

"Oh, have you been here before?"

"I've been here. The braised lion head and mandarin fish he made at home are good. Why don't Tianlin make it today and ask the third brother to try it?"

"Okay, then let's try it."

Wu Tianlin started the car again, turned right a few turns, went to Qiujiang Road, drove four or five hundred meters eastward, and stopped at the door of a restaurant called "Leshan".

"Brother Third, this is the one. This is just right." Wu Tianlin got out of the car and closed the doorway.

"You've been here, leading the way."

"yes."

"Brother Third, please sit here quickly. There is a location here. Not far from the past is the most prosperous Sichuan North Road in Hongkou District." Wu Tianlin was really familiar with the road. When the guests were almost full, he got a small private room on the second floor facing south by the window.

"San brother, what wine should I drink?"

"We'll do business without drinking alcohol, just drink some tea." Chen Miao shook his hand, "We'll have to do business after dinner."

"Yes, I'll make the decision on this order of food. How about the two of us make three dishes and one soup?" Wu Tianlin said.

"Yes." Chen Miao nodded slightly. Three dishes and one soup was enough for two people. If you order too much, you can't eat it, which would be a waste.
Chapter completed!