Chapter 656 Mr. Cheng’s name (please vote for me)
“There’s something to eat.” Ding Dike’s eyes were also fixed on the two girls, one large and one small, walking over.
“You will see what I do in a moment.” He said to his ‘little men’.
“The young losers have no source of livelihood, and their most common means of livelihood is ‘push the bridge’.” Wen Guoran continued to talk.
“‘Push the bridge’? What is this?” Xiu Yuman didn’t understand.
"It means people pushing carts. For example, on both sides of the Suzhou River bridge, when waiting for various human-powered vehicles including rickshaws, tricycles, wheelbarrows, flat carts, etc. to get on the bridge, they run forward to help push and pull them all the way to the top of the bridge. Asking for small money or food." Wen Guoran said.
As he spoke, he pointed to the pier not far away, "There are many rickshaws on the pier, which is why there are more young people here."
"In addition, 'scavenging' is also an industry that young gangsters make a living. They carry bamboo baskets on their backs and long bamboo pliers, go through alleys, get into garbage cans, and pick up all kinds of broken copper and iron. Paper rags and then sell them to rag collectors.”
“It shouldn’t be easy to fill your stomach by ‘scavenging’.” Xiu Yuman said with a frown.
"That's right, when young **** do this, they will be exploited in various ways, and the money they get is not much. Therefore, many young **** will engage in petty theft when picking up rags." Wen Guoran sighed. said in a tone.
“These little **** can be said to be both hateful and pitiful.” He pointed at the nail group hiding in the corner and said.
“They have no shelter and sleep on the streets at night. They can only hide under the eaves when it rains. They are very satisfied if they can get tattered sacks to protect them from the rain.”
“If you don’t have a sack, just get some newspapers to cover yourself with as a quilt.” As he said that, Wen Guoran shook his head, “Every year in the cold winter, a lot of little **** freeze to death.”
“What do they eat?” Xiu Yuman asked.
The conversation between the two is not only a cover-up, but at the same time, this topic is also the topic that Xiu Yuman is researching.
Xiu Yuman is the daughter of Xiu Gongshen, the translator of the political section of the patrol house in the French Concession, and her status is "prominent".
The organizational consideration is that Xiu Yuman can rely on his father’s connections to work in a newspaper.
In addition, the organizational work setting for Xiu Yuman is that Xiu Yuman should try to avoid showing obvious anti-Japanese tendencies, and at the same time, he should keep a distance from the red.
In his work, he can pay more attention to incidents such as the cruelty of child labor by capitalists, the little beggars and **** in Shanghai, and the cruelty and torture of maids by their employers.
Without revealing his identity as a member of the Red Party, he used the influence of his father Xiu Gongshen in the French Concession to speak out for these working people who are usually ignored.
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“According to the investigation of several of my students, these little **** eat mostly scraps, mainly by ‘grabbing for rice’.” Wen Guoran said.
“‘Bao rice making’?” Xiu Yuman thought for a while and asked.
The so-called "bao rice service" refers to some canteens and restaurants in Shanghai that provide monthly meals or short-term meal delivery services. Some of these canteens do not serve dine-in meals and specialize in making rice packages.
"Yes." Wen Guoran glanced at it. The **** who came to deliver the letter did not come directly to the teahouse. Instead, she took the little girl to hang out in front of a noodle stall, as if she had chosen a noodle maker for the little girl next to her. .
Wen Guoran secretly nodded in approval. Although this **** was very young, she was quite cautious and smart.
"There is an established rule for the waiter who delivers the rice. That is, whenever the waiter comes back from collecting the leftovers from the home of the person who delivers the rice, if he encounters the little brats, he is allowed to come up and grab the cold rice. Leftovers." Wen Guoran said with a smile.
"The young man is not allowed to stop the young men from eating their rice. Only after the leftovers have been snatched away can they pack up the tableware and leave with the load."
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Raphaelid Road.
Lu Xinge sat on the pony and crossed his legs.
The shoe-cleaner is working hard to clean the leather shoes.
“How is the situation?” Lu Xingo asked, his cheeks and mouth covered by the open newspaper.
“Mr. Zhao likes to eat the food from Chunfengdeyilou. The waiter from Chunfengdeyilou has already delivered the packed rice more than half an hour ago.” said the shoe shiner.
His voice was a little rough, and he was actually a dwarf pretending to be one.
Zhao Changgeng is the deputy manager of Shanghai Pison Trading Company. His true identity is a secret agent of the Shanghai Station of the Lixing Society Secret Service.
Since the day before yesterday, Shanghai Station found that Zhao Changgeng could not be contacted.
At first I suspected that Zhao Changgeng had been arrested.
However, after investigation, it was found that Zhao Changgeng is at home, but it seems that he has been placed under house arrest.
In order to find out the truth of the matter, the Shanghai Station called Zhao Changgeng's house and pretended to have made a wrong call. In fact, it was a coded message suggesting that Zhao Changgeng could pass on the information by hiding it in the leftovers of the rice dumplings.
"Have the arrangements been made for those who want to grab the rice?" Lu Xingge asked.
"It's been arranged." The dwarf nodded and said softly, "Ahu spent money to buy a few young men to do things."
"You didn't say too much," Lu Xinge asked cautiously.
"These little bastards, as long as you tell them what to do, they won't ask so many questions." said the dwarf, "Sir, put the other foot on the other foot."
Lu Xinge changed his feet and said, "Tell those little **** to be stricter with their mouths."
"Don't worry, team leader, these little bastards, despite their young age, can survive in Shanghai for more than a month, and those who have the opportunity to grab a meal are all smart people. The stupid kids have long been thrown into mass graves." The dwarf said with a smile. .
As he spoke, he looked towards an alley corner on his right.
“Why doesn’t that one look so smart?” Lu Xingge looked over at his men and asked.
"Which one?" The dwarf looked over, "Oh, that little brat is called Pi Dan. Although he looks like a fool, he is very quick when grabbing things."
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“Sir, your package of rice has arrived.” The voice of the boy delivering the food came from the door.
"Leave it at the door." Luo Haoran did not open the door immediately. "Just come and clear the dishes in an hour."
“Okay.” said the boy.
Hearing the footsteps leaving, Luo Haoran waited for about a minute before opening the door, and then saw Comrade He Guan standing outside the door.
"Why are you here?" Luo Haoran was shocked, picked up the rice dumplings, and pulled He Guan in at the same time.
No. 22, Xue Huali Road.
Office of the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Central Patrol Room.
“Brother Fan, Pi Dan took over a job.” Li Hao added water to Cheng Qianfan’s tea cup and said.
“What kind of work?” Cheng Qianfan stretched out, opened the blinds, looked outside, and asked casually.
“Someone was looking for work for a young man nearby, and the preserved eggs were also bought.” Li Hao said.
“What are you doing?” Cheng Qianfan became interested and asked.
“Over there at La Fei Fang,” Li Hao said, “The man asked for preserved eggs and they grabbed the rice dumplings to eat, and they got one of the leftovers.”
“What?” Cheng Qianfan became interested.
No wonder this man wanted to invite Pi Dan and his group of beggars, because people who steal rice also have their own sphere of influence.
Each group of **** has its own territory.
“Bone soup is used to chew the remaining big bones.” Li Hao said.
“Information is hidden in the marrow between the bones.” Cheng Qianfan immediately made a judgment.
“I guess that may be the case.” Li Hao said.
“Which one is La Fei Fang?” Cheng Qianfan thought about it and asked.
“No. 15, Lafeifang.” Li Hao said.
"Huh?" Cheng Qianfan showed a surprised expression and said with a smile, "Ms. Ruth's house."
Li Hao also smiled and nodded.
Ms. Ruth and Miss Keiko were arrested and detained by the police station ordered by Cheng Qianfan. Later, the girl was transferred to the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service.
Then the woman disappeared.
After Eguchi Hideya returned to Shanghai from Japan and reappeared, Cheng Qianfan went to the headquarters of the Telephone Secret Service to ask about Keiko.
The headquarters called back to Yunshan Wuqiang, and also hinted that he should no longer pay attention to the matter.
After Ms. Ruth disappeared, the house was repossessed by her husband’s family.
However, a body was later recovered from the garden, which caused a sensation in the French Concession.
With various rumors exaggerating, this house has a tendency to become a haunted house.
Later, the house was resold several times.
“Who is the current homeowner?” Cheng Qianfan asked.
“Zhao Changgeng, the deputy manager of Pison Banking Company.” Li Hao said, “There is a wife at home, two sons, a daughter, and a maid.”
Li Hao has a very good memory and knows almost everything about the area under his jurisdiction. Whenever Cheng Qianfan asks, he will rarely be disappointed.
“Is there anything unusual about this person?” Cheng Qianfan asked.
“When I learned that Pi Dan had taken this job, I paid special attention to this family. If I think about it carefully, there is nothing unusual about Zhao Changgeng himself.” Li Hao said, “However, this manager Zhao has not gone out to work for two or three days.”
Cheng Qianfan thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and said, "Please call Ms. Ying's home in La Feifang."
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“The young **** also have a special trick for grabbing food.” Wen Guoran said with a smile.
“They were running on the road, focusing on the elderly, weak, women and children, especially near food stores and snack stalls.”
“When they see the old, weak, women and children buying food, they will suddenly rush out, grab the food and snacks, and run away.”
"When you chase me, the little **** who grabs things will stuff the cakes and food into his mouth. If the food is too big and inconvenient to eat, they will spit it out with thick phlegm." Wen Guoran shook his head. He smiled and said, "The food was stained and I was disgusted, so I naturally didn't want it. The little **** bowed playfully and said, 'Thank you, Mrs. (Miss) for the reward.'"
As he spoke, Dr. Wen's eyes suddenly widened, he stood up from his seat and cursed, "Sishen Niang!"
Xiu Yuman turned around to look, and saw the cakes wrapped in brown paper carried by the **** who was about to deliver the letter, and the dough in the hands of the little girl, which had been snatched away by a little **** with lightning speed. Turn around and run.
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“It’s time to grab something!” Tang Xiaoye shouted while chasing after him anxiously.
The pastries and noodles were robbed, it doesn’t matter.
The important thing is that when the pastry is opened, a note hidden inside will be found, which is the information she wants to convey this time.
"Hurry, help her recover the cakes." Wen Guoran lowered his voice and said urgently.
He naturally knew that the information was in the cake.
This method of transmitting information has been used several times and has never had any problems. Who would have thought that such a flaw would occur today.
“That’s unreasonable!” Xiu Yuman understood immediately when he heard the words.
She jumped directly from the second floor and rolled to the ground to relieve her strength, but her ankle hurt. She probably twisted it accidentally.
However, I can still run.
Ignoring the pain, Xiu Yuman strode after him.
The nails ran as fast as they could.
At this moment, he was a little confused.
According to the past experience of "grabbing goods", whenever someone spits out such a thick mouthful of phlegm, the old, weak, women and children will stop where they are and curse, and will not chase after them anymore. What happened today?
Perhaps this pastry is very expensive?
Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye tried their best to catch up, but were pushed further away.
On the contrary, Yang Ximei's calves shot up quickly, like flying fire, and she actually surpassed Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye.
However, Yang Ximei’s speed is still not as good as that of Little Zha San.
"My dad is Xiu Gongshen from the French Concession. Help me catch that little brat who is snatching things." Xiu Yuman shouted to the red-headed Ah San and Hua Yu who were watching the show with a smile.
Red-headed Asan and Hua Qiao were both indifferent.
“Xiu Gongshen from the Political Office of the French Concession.” Xiu Yuman shouted anxiously.
Red-headed Asan continued to watch the show happily.
The two women are beautiful women with their own merits. Some people even pointed at Xiu Yuman and Tang Xiaoye and talked and laughed.
Hua Qiao glanced at it, a little hesitant.
They naturally know the name of Xiu Gongshen's translator, but this is the British-American Concession, not the French Concession. Although the translators of the French Concession Political Department are considered important figures in the French Concession, they can't do anything to them.
“I am Cheng Qianfan’s sister!” Tang Xiaoye shouted in desperation.
The faces of the Hua arresters who were watching changed slightly when they heard this. One of the Hua arresters shouted loudly, "But Mr. Cheng from the central patrol room of the Dharma Realm?"
“Yes!” Tang Xiaoye shouted excitedly when he saw Captain Hua’s response, “My brother is Cheng Qianfan, deputy chief inspector of the Central Patrol Room!”
“You’re looking for death, you dare to rob Mr. Cheng’s sister’s things.” Several Chinese arresters from the public concession stopped watching the show and rushed out, waving their batons and chasing after him.
“Cheng Qianfan is my brother!” Xiu Yuman shouted when he saw this.
She had just returned from abroad a few days ago and was still unaware of the reputation of her 'brother' in the French Concession. However, she reacted quickly and immediately realized that Cheng Qianfan's status and importance in the hearts of these Chinese captives seemed to be far greater than His father, Xiu Gongshen, also shouted smartly.
"Little YA San!" Hua Qiao waved his baton and shouted loudly, "Shoot the little YA San, you robbed Mr. Cheng's things, you are seeking death! Be careful Mr. Cheng catches you and feeds the fish!"
The words have not yet finished.
Ding Ding, who was about to throw the cakes and dough to his 'little subordinates', stopped.
He waved his hands desperately, signaling his 'little men' to run away quickly.
Then he turned around, knelt on the ground with a plop, raised his hands, and kowtowed vigorously.
Kowtowed constantly, and while kowtowing, shouted loudly, "The little one has no eyesight, the little one deserves to die!"
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