Chapter 30
“Mr. Morita, you bought so many at once, can you carry them, do you need me to arrange someone to help you send them back together?”
“No need, I can do it.” Cheng Mo bowed once, then easily picked up the pile of newspapers and magazines and left the bookstore.
“Take care of yourself, Mr. Morita.” Kikuchi Akira also bowed politely.
He couldn’t bring these newspapers and magazines back in case his sister Cheng Hua found out about them, so he could only find a hotel and get a room first to find what he wanted first.
Although a reporter’s license to open a room would leave traces, you couldn’t even open a room in Hongkou’s inn if you didn’t have a Japanese ID.
Cheng Mo’s fluent Japanese, coupled with a genuine press card, it was easy to find a room in a hotel.
He didn’t have time to read all these newspapers and magazines now, but could only pick the key newspapers and publications, because when he worked as a traffic officer before, he also passed information through them.
Some coded language others couldn’t read, job announcements, search notices, these small insignificant notices, all might convey relevant information.
These he had been trained in back in Tokyo, so they could be called up directly from memory.
For example, a pet adoption in the binder of this Tokyo Nichijin Shimbun actually contained the information that the pet’s owner had recently left Tokyo for Tianjin, China, and by checking the date of the newspaper’s publication, it was possible to surmise the time of his arrival in Shanghai.
When the war broke out between China and Japan in Songhu, the only way to come to China from Japan was to travel to Tianjin or Qingdao and then take a boat to Shanghai.
But boat tickets were hard to come by, so it was not known when he would arrive.
He knew that he waited for people to come, but first went to Tianjin, from Tianjin and then take the road to Shanghai, but exactly what time is not known.
Newspaper information said that the beginning of September on the departure, and September and October, China and Japan in the Songhu war, although Tianjin and Shanghai did not break the voyage between the sea, but he did not know who he wanted to wait for, how to find it?
If the person came to Shanghai, he would definitely find a way to contact himself. The original plan was to wait until he arrived in Shanghai, and then publish a search notice in the East Asia Daily, so that as long as he saw it, he would be able to obtain information about the meeting.
Now it was only a matter of chance.
There are generally two channels for the sale of newspapers in Shanghai, the first being the public bookstores and kiosks, and the second, the newsboys who sell them.
Most of the Chinese are reluctant to buy Japanese newspapers, and basically they are concentrated in the Japanese expatriate neighborhoods in Hongkou.
Usually the newspapers that are not sold out will be taken back by the newspaper company, but sometimes the bookstores have the habit of collecting the newspapers themselves and will keep a copy for themselves.
This is what Cheng Mo means by taking chances. Newspapers that are one or two months old shouldn’t be thrown away, and chances are that they will still be bound and borrowed and browsed by customers who patronize the bookstore.
However, they would keep changing, so it was a bit difficult to find the information you wanted without a trace.
Cheng Mo came out of the inn and went into several bookstores in a row, but was unable to find the East Asia Daily for the time period he wanted.
Just then, he saw a few Japanese ronin posting notices on the street, and suddenly a light flashed in his head, he thought of a way out.
With great effort, he finally bought a stack of the Dong-A Ilbo from a newsstand under the pretext of purchasing some waste newspapers to paste the walls.
Finally, in the crevices of the fourth page of the October 10th issue of the Dong-A Ilbo, he found the message he was looking for.
The problem was that twenty days had passed since that message.
What can be done, the connector can’t always wait for you at the connector place, if he can’t wait, left and gave up, then he would really become a kite with broken strings.
What Cheng Mo did not know was that just as he was leaving the Chrysanthemum Fragrance Bookstore, the owner, Kikuchi Akira, quietly picked up the phone, dialed a number, lowered his voice, and said in Japanese, “Nakamura-kun, the person you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.”
There was no response on the other end of the phone, but it was definitely answered.
The person Cheng Mo was waiting for, in fact, the person was also looking for him, and if it wasn’t for this sudden outbreak of war, they should have met above long ago.
Both sides are trying.
But also both can’t help it.
Time has passed for so long, no one dares to guarantee whether the other side has a problem, all, even now receiving news, do not dare to take the risk of joints.
And Cheng Mo had no choice, the time was almost up, he had to go back, otherwise he would have to wait until the next day, then his sister would be suspicious.
If he missed this time, he didn’t know when he would get the chance next time.
Returning to his sister’s home, as expected, Cheng Hua was sitting inside the living room waiting for him with a displeased look on his face, obviously upset that he was missing for this half a day, but of course more than that, he was still worried.
“Commander Kai’s cheesecake, sis, favorite.” Cheng Mo was naturally prepared, a box of cheesecake that he had just gotten from Commander Kai was handed over.
Cheng Hua saw the cake in Cheng Mo’s hand, full of dissatisfaction instantly dissipated, her brother still cares for her, and knows to buy her favorite food.
“Where have you been, don’t know how worried I am about you, it’s a mess out here, aren’t you unaware of that?”
“I’ve been suffocating in Zhabei for three months, I’m still not allowed to find a chance to spread my wings?” Cheng Mo explained lightly.
“Cheng Mo, I’m warning you, don’t go to a place like that.”
“Sis, I’m hungry, what are we going to eat tonight?” Cheng Mo directly sidetracked the topic, he was now a married man, if he really wanted to settle it, he would just go directly to Ji Ren Hospital to find Jiang Yun.
Cheng Hua carried the cake and got up and went back to his room, before closing the door came a cry, “I’m full of gas, I don’t want to eat.”
Cheng Mo smiled helplessly, fortunately he had left a piece, otherwise he would be hungry at night.
But this piece of cake is not useful, he is a big young man in his early twenties, strong body, fire power, consumption is also big.
In the middle of the night, Cheng Mo woke up hungry and wanted to look for something to eat, and found the kitchen light on, his sister Cheng Hua bent over the kerosene stove to cook noodles for him, and also fried eggs.
Leaning against the door frame, his eyes could not help but moisten.
Regardless of how this woman will be in the future, but she is her own sister, this flesh and blood is inseparable.
“Xiao Mo, why are you walking without a sound?” Cheng Hua turned around violently and saw Cheng Mo behind him, almost dropping the chopsticks in his hand to the ground in shock.
Cheng Mo went forward and gave Cheng Hua a big hug, “Sister, brother-in-law’s there, I’ll just go.”
“Which brother-in-law?” Cheng Hua blurted out, and immediately scolded, “Brat, I’m all wound up by you.”
“Sister, that surname Dai is not a good person by the look of his face, you shouldn’t trust him too much.” Cheng Mo said with his heart in his mouth, “I feel like he’s quite hypocritical when he smiles.”
The famous Boss Dai is famous for his lustful behavior, although his sister is not bad, and has helped him a lot in starting his business, but most men like new things and hate old ones.
“Brat, no need for you to remind sis, hurry up and eat the noodles.” Cheng Hua hammered on Cheng Mo’s back and scolded with a laugh.
“Hey, sis, is there any fruit at home, I want to eat an apple ……”
“Tomorrow on the street to buy for you, eat, eat, just know to eat, when to start a family, give me a nephew?” Cheng Hua said.
“Sister, don’t count on me, I don’t want to get married and have children yet.” Cheng Mo lowered his head and ate noodles in a big mouthful and said.
Continue to beg for collections!