Chapter 243

“Zhang Shi Shi, I know this person, used to help Lao Du manage the accounts, the secretary of the French Concession Chinese Taxation Committee, is considered to be more close to the people, Lao Du went to Hong Kong, also wanted to take him there, he was reluctant to say that a large family is too much, not willing to stay away from their homeland, Lao Du is not good enough to force …… ”

“Oh.”

“What, this guy has a problem?” Cheng Hua asked rhetorically, for the people around Old Du, Cheng Mo naturally came to ask his sister.

Old Du was his sister Cheng Hua’s godbrother, otherwise how could his old sister be a bosom buddy with the third aunt?

His relationship with Lao Du’s side is actually quite close.

Only, Cheng Mo went back to Shanghai, in addition to the three aunts face, this old Du but not seen once.

This Shanghai Bund three tycoons, he is a have not seen, but the three tycoons under the Ji Yunqing met twice, now still incompatible.

“Maybe, I’m not sure now.” Cheng Mo is also not good to tell his sister Cheng Hua anything, he himself did not figure it out.

“If this guy betrays Old Du, then there will be big trouble.” Cheng Hua said.

“I’ll figure it out.” Cheng Mo nodded.

“You be careful …….”

“Got it.”

MGM Cabaret, located on Yu Qiaqing Road, was one of the cabarets on par with Paramount and Xanax, and the owner was called Louis Meyer, the King of Hollywood, a Ukrainian-born American.

The owner is Louis Meyer, the king of Hollywood and a Ukrainian-American. Not only this ballroom, but also the Paramount is a joint venture between him and a Chinese businessman, Gu Liancheng.

This kind of red lights, drunkenness, non-essential, he is not willing to set foot in the Shanghai Bund ballroom, he went to the most is estimated to be the Xian Le Si.

What Jennifer, Vienna, the Far East, these dance halls, he did not once patronized, and the famous Paramount.

He had only gone in to visit, spending money naturally.

Tonight, however, he had to come, but he would not be the identity of the old gate constable political unit deputy inspector, but put on a make-up, paste a moustache, and then make himself slightly more mature, using a bit of disguise.

At least if it is not an acquaintance, they will not recognize themselves.

Even if they were acquaintances, they would not recognize him if he did not wear a face. He was confident about this because he had made himself up to look like a “Westerner”.

There were many foreigners in the Concession, and in addition to the rich and powerful businessmen, Westerners were born to dance, and they had money and could afford to spend it.

It is said that there are often Japanese officers sneak into the Concession, over the entertainment consumption, in fact, is to seek pleasure, trickery, steeply rich Japanese officers, naturally not satisfied with the kind of arrangements for their basic needs, they want to enjoy a more advanced.

Even if only come to the Concession is a very dangerous thing, they are also happy.

Of course, this also has the suspicion of touching the porcelain.

If something happened to these Japanese officers in civilian clothes in the Concession, the unlucky ones would naturally be the Concession’s Bureau of Public Works inspectorates.

That’s why the concession authorities need to reach a private understanding with the military intelligence, not to target these Japanese officers who come into the concession to have fun.

When you get him killed like this, it may seem like a pain in the ass. Is this forcing the rentier authorities to cooperate with the Japanese side to come down hard on the military junta lurking in the rentier community?

It’s best if the three parties maintain a balance, checking each other, and no one goes too far.

Of course, the Junta, as an underground infiltration organization, is on a weak side, so the necessary compromise is certain, otherwise, how to survive? Really angry with the European and American powers, the isolated island of this position or not, intelligence work still do not do?

Therefore, the Junta generally do not do anything against the Japanese in the Concession, out of the Concession, it does not matter, anyway, the authorities of the Concession can not control.

In fact, ordinary Japanese officers in plainclothes into the Concession, it does not see much danger, but if it is a famous Japanese senior, such as the military police commander Miura or special services chief Nanben Mitsuru, the risk factor will rise sharply. The benefits of taking one out are far greater than the retaliation of the concession authorities and the Japanese side, as long as it is not to the point of killing the red-eye, the cost-effectiveness of killing traitors is much better than killing these Japanese officers.

The destructive power of traitors was much greater.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the door, Cheng Mo swept a glance, and saw a few wearing a suit, a short little flat head, looks like a small day, red-faced, embracing the dancer, that called an excited gibberish wow.

This life is like never seen a woman.

It is also true that the women on that island, can be compared with the heavenly kingdom?

This is the main family is down, in the past, your so-called emperor’s noblewoman tribute over to the emperor of the dynasty as a courtesan are damn unqualified.

According to the standards of the successive dynasties to choose the courtesan, that this East Asia barbarians of the women, many aspects are not pass.

Look at the time, it’s not here yet.

Intelligence said that at eight o’clock, Zhang Shishi met with personnel sent by the Japanese secret service at the Mickey Mouse Ballroom to exchange information.

The intel was obtained by the oldest, Shen Mo.

It was his past connection, Zhang Shishi’s driver who leaked this intel to him, as the two of them are now rented neighbors.

The two of them were drinking together, and this driver drunkenly spilled the beans.

The driver was also resentful that Zhang Shishi actually wanted to cooperate with the Japanese and betray his benefactor, which is why he complained to Shen Mo.

Cheng Mo had not met Zhang Shishi, but Cheng Hua had, although only a nodding acquaintance, but always had some impression.

Cheng Mo found a good seat in the ballroom hall against the door and asked for a glass of brandy, savoring it while keeping his eyes on the import and export.

Song after song on the dance floor, Cheng Mo never had the intention to get off the stage, many dancers who didn’t have a ticket for the dance tonight naturally paid attention to it.

Many of the dancers who didn’t have a ticket for the dance tonight were naturally concerned about this, but every time they went up to talk to Cheng Mo, they were dismissed by Cheng Mo’s words of “waiting for someone”.

In this way, no more dancers appeared by Cheng Mo’s side, and everyone knew that this person came to the ballroom because he had a date with someone.

Suddenly, a beautiful silhouette appeared at the entrance of the ballroom, a plain color dress, black belt, wearing a round lady’s hat, with a chic brooch on her chest.

Cheng Mo froze.

It was actually a familiar person.

Chiyoko.

What’s going on, can’t it be that the person who came to the MGM ballroom tonight to meet with Zhang Shishi was Chiyoko? Although Chiyoko worked at the Japanese consulate, she was just a stenographer in charge of stenography, so how could she be arranged to do such a task? But how to explain her sudden appearance here?

Just as Cheng Mo hesitated, Chiyoko walked towards him, confident that his disguise had not been recognized.

Therefore at this moment, Chiyoko should not be rushing towards him, Chiyoko slightly reached out and lowered the brim of her hat while walking, walked to an empty table near Cheng Mo and sat down, put her handbag down, took out a box of cigarettes from her purse, took one, lit it, and took a puff.

Obviously her movements were a bit raw, not like the kind of woman who smoked for a long time, but how many women didn’t smoke on this kind of occasion?

Cheng Mo was aware that Chiyoko didn’t smoke, and this smoking action of hers today should have another purpose.

Cheng Mo frowned slightly, his mind flashing as he thought about his next countermeasure, when a middle-aged man with a bowler hat and wearing an aqua gray robe walked in carrying a black briefcase.

Most of the people who came to this ballroom wore western-style clothes, and those who wore traditional long shirts were basically old-school Chinese.

This Shi Shi was an old-school man.