"Tongzi generation, I follow Chang Yuqing, a big-character generation."

"Chang Yuqing..."

Song Minghao always felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it, so he ordered his subordinates to continue tracking him, and he called Zuo Zhong from a safe phone to report the latest situation.

Zuo Zhong did not express his position after hearing this. It was not the time to disclose the sanction task yet. He hung up the phone and pondered for a moment before dialing a number. After the call was connected, he started chatting politely with the person on the other side.

"Is this Du Gongguan? I was introduced by the boss of Jinling Wang Bo Wang."

"Yes, I have just arrived in Shanghai. I should have paid a visit in person, but I have no time to do it because I have many chores to do. It's really rude."

"Boss Du, you're welcome. I have a headache that I can't deal with. I hope you can help me."

"Okay, the situation is like this..."

The so-called Jinling Boss Wang is the pseudonym of Dai Chunfeng. It is said that some fortune tellers said that he was short of water in his life, so he should have the word "water" in his name. This is pure nonsense. It should be because he was missing a parachute in his life. In short, this is Lao Dai and Boss Du

codes between.

Zuo Zhongzhi made this call because he thought it was best to say hello to Boss Du regarding matters related to the Cao Gang. Firstly, it was taboo to cross the line. Secondly, he did not want to have too much dealings with gang members. Secondly, he wanted to give it a try.

Test whether the other party is willing to cooperate with the country.

Boss Du's answer on the phone made him very satisfied. He was worthy of being an old man who had been in Shanghai for so many years. When he heard what he said, he agreed directly without asking anything. He didn't put on any airs at all. During the conversation, he was very satisfied.

People feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.

With the help of the other party, many things can be solved easily. He only needs to watch the show tomorrow. Zuo Zhong took out a press card from "Shock News" and put it on the table, then turned off the lamp on the table.

Time passes quickly,

In the blink of an eye, August 11th came.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Chunyang appeared outside the Shanghai Special Municipal Government pulling a rickshaw. Zuo Zhong, wearing a top hat and a suit, was sitting behind the car with a pen and paper in his hand and a camera hanging around his neck.

This kind of dressing up is very common in Shanghai, especially here. Hongkou Airport is a hot spot of public opinion. All the newspapers and newspapers sent people to block the road. A brick was dropped and hit ten people. At least eight of them were

reporter.

The rickshaw finally found an open space and stopped. Zuo Zhong paid the fare and walked to the registration office. Wu Chunyang bent down and said thank you for taking the rickshaw. There was no unnecessary communication during the period.

After Zuo Zhong finished registering, he was just about to follow the crowd into the city hall when several loud trumpets suddenly sounded, which aroused the anger of the uncrowned kings. They all turned around and glared, and then quickly turned into smiling faces.

What made them so humble was a beautiful car, or rather the public concession license plate hanging on the front of the car, and the plainclothes police officers standing on the running boards on both sides of the car. Obviously, these were big figures from the concession who came to witness the truth of the Hongkou Airport incident.

At this time, a man with a moustache in the back seat of the car lifted up the curtains and whispered to the white people traveling with him: "Mr. Kai Ziwei, we are here. There are many reporters outside. Do you need to get out of the car to be interviewed? Public opinion is very concerned about this matter."

thing."

"Just call me John, Kuang. You are the most powerful detective under my command. Unlike those guys who are patrolmen in name but are actually gangsters, I am willing to respect you.

As for the interview, forget it, this is an issue between the Chinese and Japanese and has nothing to do with the British Empire. Oh, maybe it has something to do with it. After all, we almost killed an ambassador." The white man smiled contemptuously.

This person was none other than John Kaiziwei, the intelligence chief of the public settlement. Unfortunately, he didn't know that the most powerful detective in his mouth was Kuang Fuan, the captain of the Special Branch Red Team of the underground party, codenamed Chief.

After successfully "uncovering" the murder of an Indian patrolman by a Japanese consulate official, Kuang Fuan secured his position as detective, and subsequently captured many criminal thieves, becoming a famous Chinese detective in Shanghai.

This made John Kaiziwei very proud. He felt that he had unearthed a talent. Thinking that he would inevitably have to examine the corpse this time, he took the person with him. It was better to leave professional matters to professionals.

"Yes, sir."

Kuang Fuan's face didn't waver at all, and he replied seriously. When the car passed the door, his eyes scanned the crowd, and he saw a young reporter pressing the shutter in front of him.

Without waiting for the flash to light up, he turned his face slightly, closed the curtains of the car window, leaned on the car seat, looked at the city government building in front of him, and stopped paying attention to the movement outside the car.

After discovering that someone had noticed the candid photo, Zuo Zhong, who had returned to his old job in his previous life, put down the camera with a slight smile, raised his feet and continued to walk in. However, after taking two steps, his body suddenly stopped and his brows slowly wrinkled.
Chapter completed!