Chapter 858 Zhao Yi
at dusk.
A Ford car passed the gate of Waibaidu Bridge, continued for about two miles, and then stopped at the roadside.
The passenger door opened, Zhao Yi hurriedly got out of the car and ran to a grocery store.
“A pack of golden cigarettes.”
“Sir, the golden ones are sold out, do you want Marlboros?” the grocery store owner asked with a flattering smile on his face.
He could see clearly that this car had a Japanese plaster flag hanging on it, which he couldn't afford to offend.
“Let’s get a pack.” Zhao Yi nodded triumphantly.
Throwing down a banknote, "No need to change it."
“Scare, scare, scare, scare.”
Amidst the profuse thank you from the shopkeeper, Zhao Yi trotted back to the car and said, "Editor-in-Chief, there are no more golden cigarettes. How about Marlboro?"
“Just barely.” Tang Hao took the cigarette and nodded reservedly.
It’s not that he likes to take advantage, what he enjoys is the feeling of being filial when his subordinate Dian Dian’er runs errands.
“Be smarter tomorrow.” Tang Hao lit the cigarette, took a puff and said, “If you have a chance, I will show you your face in front of Mr. Wang.”
"That's great." Zhao Yi was overjoyed and showed a look of reverence, "Chief Editor Tang Gaocai is a famous penman in Shanghai. Even a big shot like Mr. Wang will definitely favor him."
“It’s not that exaggerated, it’s not that exaggerated.” Tang Hao beamed with joy and waved his hand, “It’s just that I’m famous.”
The driver Lao Dai had a smile on his lips. Zhao Yi, despite his young age, was well-known as a door-stepper and could control Editor Tang's temper.
The car was driving leisurely on the road in the late spring of the 28th year of the Republic of China.
This day is the 16th day of the third month of the lunar calendar. The almanac says, "Don't use it for important events." It is taboo to avoid weddings and funerals, to open a house or to start a new project, or to travel and carry out new affairs. In short, it is not suitable for all things, and it is really an unlucky day.
Chief Editor Tang is used to believing in numerology and feng shui, so he is not in a good mood today.
At the entrance of an alley, Zhao Yi got out of the car and waved goodbye to Editor Tang.
“Rickshaw.” He called another rickshaw to go home.
In fact, he didn't have a smooth ride home with Chief Editor Tang, but he just pretended that he wanted to ride in Chief Editor Tang's car, so he used to buy some cigarettes, melon seeds and preserved fruits, and he liked to take advantage of Chief Editor Tang.
A lot of information was obtained from Chief Editor Tang’s gossip.
“Sixteen shops.” Zhao Yi said.
Zhao Yi’s family lives in Shiliupu.
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Sixteen shops are outside Xiaodongmen.
Xiaodongmen was originally called Baodaimen.
There are different opinions about the origin of the place name Shiliupu.
Some say there are sixteen famous shops.
Some say that the area from the dock to the outside of Baodaimen is divided into sixteen sections along the river. Each section is called a shop, and the sixteenth shop is exactly the sixteenth shop.
Zhao Yi likes to study geography and customs. He often thinks that if the Japanese invaders hadn't invaded, he would have graduated from college successfully, saved up money to buy a camera, and taken his wife to visit various places and record them with photos and words. It would have been extremely beautiful.
When he was training at Xiongzhen Building in Hangzhou, he once told his good friend about his dream, who was in the same dormitory. The roommate said that he was too idealistic:
You don’t have to go too far, dozens of miles away from a big city, water bandits and mountain kings will teach him how to behave.
Zhao Yi was in a daze, thinking of his roommate.
He successfully graduated from Xiongzhen Building, but this roommate failed to graduate.
Back then, the Xiongzhen Building was investigating the traitors of the Red Party. A doctor in the Xiongzhen Building was found to be a Red Party member. Later, the Secret Service dug up several Red Party members, and his roommate was found to be a spy sent by the Red Party. The spies within the department remained stubborn after being tortured, and it is said that they were finally executed.
The rickshaw drivers were running hard, sweat dripping down their dark shoulders. It was not too hot in Shanghai in early May, but some rickshaw drivers were already wearing vests while pulling the rickshaws.
The business in Shiliupu is prosperous.
Before the concession was opened, there was a large area of farmland to the north of Shiliupu, and people inside and outside the city followed the same crowd. This was the essence of Shanghai.
Shiliupu has convenient access to water and land. Ships from the north and south along the coast, ships from the Yangtze River and the mainland come in droves. At that time, when the railway was not connected and the land transportation capacity was limited, goods were naturally transported along the river. As a result, Shiliupu had a good location by virtue of its geographical location. A good luck charm that lasts for centuries.
“Mr. Zhao, are you off work?”
“It’s time to get off work! Mr. Qiu didn’t go to work today?”
“No! Why did you forget? My boss has something to do at home, and this business is, eh...”
Mr. Qiu sighed and said. He subconsciously twisted his neck, and then he saw the silly big guy next door, and the joy on his face dimmed.
The stupid guy was working as a bodyguard. Now it is said that he fell in love with Inspector Cheng Haitao from the French Concession. Now he is working as a ring guard at a gambling stall in the Qinggang. He shows off his Mauser pistol to the neighbors all day long. .
Looking at Mr. Qiu, the 'silly guy' pretended to reach for the Mauser pistol at his waist. Mr. Qiu was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head, and he smiled triumphantly.
Then he glanced at Zhao Yi, with another smile on his face, "Has Reporter Zhao eaten?"
It is said that Reporter Zhao is responsible for the rice bowl of the Japanese. Now Shanghai and even most of China are dominated by the Japanese. Reporter Zhao can eat the rice bowl of the Japanese. This kind of person is naturally enviable.
“I’m going home now.” Zhao Yi said with a smile, “Alan didn’t go to the stall today?”
‘Silly Big Guy’’s surname is Feng Minglun.
"I was tired at night. My eldest brother took care of me and asked me to go home and rest." Feng Lun said.
Zhao Yi nodded, said goodbye to his two neighbors and rushed home.
Feng Lun glared at Mr. Qiu again, then patted his waist triumphantly and returned to his home.
Mr. Qiu looked at Zhao Yi's back and then at the neighbor's closed door. After closing his own door, he spat on the ground and cursed angrily, "One is a traitor, the other is a traitor." You bitch, you are so arrogant!"
"Master, keep your voice down, be careful not to be heard." The mother-in-law heard this and was frightened, so she quickly advised her.
“What the hell!” Mr. Qiu said bitterly, “These **** who have forgotten their ancestors will make lists sooner or later.”
“Head of the family, please stop saying a few words.” The mother-in-law said very anxiously, “Mr. Zhao has been dealing with the Japanese all day long, and with just one sentence he can ask the Japanese to ruin our family.”
“He dares!” Mr. Qiu snorted, and then sighed, finally daring not to complain any more.
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"Ah, Fusheng, what are you doing here? Go aside." Zhao Yi drove away the boy who was playing with urine in front of his door and knocked on the door.
Fusheng glanced at the urine mud that he had just made alive and felt a little reluctant to bear it.
“Get out!” Zhao Yi glanced at him with disgust and cursed.
Fusheng ran away crying, and soon he heard a woman next door criticizing Sang and Huai, saying something like, "I am destined not to have a son."
“Are you looking for death?” Zhao Yi cursed.
The cursing stopped.
…
After entering his house, Zhao Yi saw that his wife had a big belly and had difficulty moving. Zhao Yi quickly went up to help her, "Yun Hong, how do you feel today?"
Tao Yunhong, his wife, they got married at the end of last year, and now the woman is pregnant.
As she spoke, she frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Zhao Yi asked nervously.
“Brother Yi, the neighbors are talking nonsense, don’t take it seriously,” Tao Yunhong said.
"These people, you must be tougher on them, otherwise you won't be bullied by them when I'm not at home at work." Zhao Yi shook his head and said.
Due to the nature of Zhao Yi’s work, his family often encountered gossip and glares from neighbors behind their backs.
Tao Yunhong has always disapproved of him working in a pro-daily office, let alone working for the Japanese.
Also advise him to be kind to others.
However, Zhao Yi is very clear about his identity. He is a quasi-traitor who advocates for "Japan-China goodwill". Although he does not need to be domineering, he cannot let the common people bully him.
“Fusheng is just a little baby.” Tao Yunhong persuaded.
Her husband bullied even the children, especially when Mrs. Fusheng’s mother scolded the family for not being able to have a son, which made Tao Yunhong feel bad in every possible way.
Zhao Yi is the only child in the family, and Tao Yunhong hopes that her first child will be a parent, so that she can feel more relaxed.
“Don’t think I don’t know, that **** kid is scolding you.” Zhao Yi frowned and said.
I don’t know who the wicked guy taught it, but the children in the alley sang behind Tao Yunhong, saying something like, “The traitor’s mother-in-law deserves to die.”
“When I go back to my hometown next month, I’ll go to my aunt’s place.” Tao Yunhong changed the subject and said softly.
Because of Zhao Yi's current job, my aunt was very angry and said that she would not recognize Zhao Yi as her nephew. Tao Yunhong always kept this in mind.
"I'm not going!" Zhao Yi's expression changed, "You've said that you don't recognize my nephew, so why should I come here?"
"No way." Tao Yunhong persuaded, but she made up her mind to pay a visit when the time came. Although she put down her harsh words, but with broken bones and tendons, if they really stopped contacting each other, then It's really broken.
Moreover, considering her husband's job, she still hopes that her husband can communicate with relatives. With these blood relatives, her husband can still be regarded as Chinese. If the relatives really cut off contact, then he will really not be able to enter the ancestral graves. .
Zhao Yi glanced at his wife. Yun Hong was virtuous. He knew that the marriage between the two families had been agreed upon a long time ago. If it hadn't been like this, given his wife's character, no matter how weak she was, she would not have agreed to marry someone. Quasi-traitor.
He also understood what his wife was thinking and sighed without saying anything.
Jingle Bell.
ring tone.
"I'll answer the phone." Zhao Yi helped his pregnant wife sit down and went upstairs to answer the phone.
A few minutes later, Zhao Yi came downstairs.
“The food is ready.” Tao Yunhong said quickly when she saw her husband was about to go out.
"You eat first, business is coming, I'll go out for a while." Zhao Yi winked at his wife and looked happy and expectant.
Seeing her husband open the door and leave, Tao Yunhong's eyes flashed with worry and sadness.
She knew what business her husband was talking about.
Because Zhao Yi worked in the pro-Japanese bureau, he was able to come into contact with some Japanese people, and he was proficient in Japanese. Therefore, some businessmen who were arrested by the Japanese or had their goods seized would find Zhao Yi and ask him to help intermediary them from Japan. There are people to redeem people and goods.
This is a matter of evil deeds, but Tao Yunhong often hears outsiders scolding her husband and saying that Zhao Yi is ruthless and evil. Every time, Tao Yunhong will open his mouth to extort business people.
well!
Tao Yunhong sat at the dining table, looked at the dishes on the table, and sighed. She had already lost her appetite due to morning sickness.
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Sixupu Street was originally a very narrow street.
After the Northern Expedition, Lujiazhai Alley and Jisi Street were opened up into a large road, which is the open Dongmen Road.
Many shops for food, clothing and housing have been opened on Dongmen Road.
For example, the three major Xiang cloth stores, Dachang Xiang Silk and Satin Bureau, Dexing Hall, and Chaozhou Bangfaji opened by Chaozhou people, etc.
The destination of Zhao Yi’s trip is Chaozhou Bangfaji.
“Room A, No. 3, has been reserved.” Zhao Yi said to the waiter.
“Mr. Zhao, please come inside.” The waiter in the store naturally knew this reporter Zhao and said quickly.
Zhao Yi entered the private room, told the store owner not to disturb him if nothing happened, and then waited with peace of mind.
After the waiter left, Zhao Yi left the door open a crack and stared at the No. 7 private room diagonally opposite.
Then he saw Zhong Guohao quietly walking out of the private room and walking straight towards him.
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"Team leader, over there..." Zhao Yi locked the door and said.
Zhong Guohao is the leader of the Second Intelligence Group of the Shanghai Special Situation Group, and he is the deputy leader.
“Don’t worry, the arrangements have been made.” Hao Zai said knowing what Zhao Yi was worried about.
In the private room No. 7, he had already arranged for the dishes to be served. The shop owner did not want to disturb him. At the same time, two of his subordinates were drinking wine. Unless they opened the door to investigate, they would never find him sneaking into Zhao Yi's place.
“The team leader called me here in such a hurry, what happened?” Zhao Yi asked.
“Brother.” Hao Zai took a deep look at Zhao Yi, he sighed, and for a moment he didn’t know how to speak.
"It doesn't matter if the team leader has something to say." Zhao Yi's heart skipped a beat. He already had a bad premonition. Could it be that he had a very difficult task assigned to him to complete?
However, even so, he could only bite the bullet and ask.
“Chongqing called.” Hao Zai said in a deep voice, “There is a mission, and the bureau chief personally ordered your general.”
Zhao Yi was silent. Although Zhong Guohao has not said what the task is, but being able to let Chongqing's Dai Bureau personally order generals, one can imagine how difficult and dangerous this task will be.
“Team leader, what’s the mission?” Zhao Yi looked up at Hao Zai and asked.
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Zhao Yi fell silent after listening to Zhong Guohao pass on the action orders from the headquarters.
About half a minute later, he looked up at Zhong Guohao and murmured, "Brother Hao, tomorrow... I will die or not."
Hao Zai was silent.
“Is it okay if I don’t go?” Zhao Yi asked.
Hao Zai opened his mouth, but before he could shake his head, Zhao Yi smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "It probably won't work, the general is in charge."
Then he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette with his trembling right hand, and struck a match three times, but the match stick broke.
Suddenly, a cluster of flames appeared in front of me.
Hao Zai held a lit match in his hand. The flame was so weak and beating.
Zhao Yi could feel the beating of his heart. He had a cigarette in his mouth, leaned forward and lit the cigarette.
He leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.
He took a few deep puffs of cigarette, then looked at Hao Zai blankly, and sighed, "Brother Hao, my mother-in-law is pregnant with a baby."
As he said that, his nose became sore and he turned his head, "I'm not afraid of death. I just think about not being able to see my baby, and about orphans and widowed mothers..."
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