"My country declares war on Germany, and war is limited to countries, and civilians are innocent." Pete looked at Cheng Qianfan and spoke righteously, "Private property is sacred and inviolable."

Cheng Qianfan chuckled, obviously thinking that Pitt was pretending, so he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Pitt.

Pete took it and saw it.

This is what Cheng Qianfan investigated and grasped the situation of German and overseas Chinese in the French Concession:

There are currently 433 German and overseas Chinese in the French Concession.

The project includes houses, commercial property, bonds, etc., and the following is a rough grasp of the situation.

In addition, the day after Germany declared war on Poland and the second day, German expatriates in Shanghai were already alert.

"Many of them have withdrawn the savings stored in French and British banks and transferred them to banks of the Netherlands, Belgium and Italians." Cheng Qianfan said, "So, it will be more troublesome to get the money stored in the bank."

As he said that, he shook his head regretfully.

"Qianfan." Pete's expression was serious, "I said that war has nothing to do with civilians, and France will not rob the private property of civilians."

Cheng Qianfan looked at Pitt deeply, and finally, he nodded, "Okay then."

As he said that, he took a sip of the cigarette, "It's just that you are eating a regular meal. I'll take some soup and water, which is thankless. That's fine."

Pete's expression was still serious, and he was obviously unwilling to continue talking about this topic.

Cheng Qianfan became even more convinced. Although the French declared war on Germany, they seemed to declare war just to declare war.

War has nothing to do with civilians?

During the European War, the French Concession authorities detained the Germans' assets, businesses, savings, and even bullied German women without any mercy.

...

Back at the office of the deputy general manager on the second floor, Cheng Qianfan opened the window and shouted to the medical room, "Old Huang, hurry up, press your shoulders."

"Come on." Old Huang came out and responded, biting the cigarette in his mouth, and went upstairs.

Cheng Qianfan personally made tea for Lao Huang and said loudly, "Try it, the best Lu'an melon slices."

"Mr. Cheng's good tea, then I have to try it." Old Huang signaled Cheng Qianfan to lie on the chair.

"I was really worried that you were not in the medical room just now." Cheng Qianfan said.

"I'm about to go out, Liu Xing from the General Affairs Office ran away and came to me to prescribe medicine." Lao Huang said.

He was very anxious just now and was eager to leave the police room and send out the information that Cen Xu died and the Japanese were waiting for the rabbit.

"Is there a situation?" Lao Huang asked.

Since Comrade ‘Faughan’ said he was worried that he had just left the house, it must mean that there was a new situation.

"I just saw a person with No. 76 outside." Cheng Qianfan said.

"who?"

"Cao Yu." Cheng Qianfan said.

"It's really a disaster, why is this guy not dead yet?" Old Huang also frowned.

Not to mention that Kaisen Road was damaged by one ear, in addition, he participated in the No. 76 rounding up the Military Control Commission Shanghai Station and the Shanghai Special Information Group several times. Cao Yu was able to escape the disaster after several life and death disasters.

"This guy is really a tough guy." Cheng Qianfan said helplessly.

Not to mention anything else, Cao Yu escaped again when he rescued Sheng Shuyu last time. Last time, he used Xiaochi to get rid of a team of No. 76 Operation Team. Cao Yu was actually waiting in the back door and escaped.

"Do you know if Cao Yu passed by? Or was he squatting nearby? Who are their targets?" Old Huang asked in thought.

"It's not passing by." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "Old Huang, you'll know when you go to the window and take a look."

...

Lao Huang went to the windowsill, knocked out the cigarette butts on the ashtray on the windowsill, and glanced outside.

"That shoe shiner is a raw face." Old Huang walked back, pressed Cheng Qianfan's shoulder, and said.

He frowned and thought, "What do you think their goal is?"

"I can't say it." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "However, it's unlikely that it's for us."

The French Concession Special Party Branch actually cut off the contact between the personnel of Shanghai local party organizations. All information is transmitted in a dead mailbox. Only the Shanghai Special Party Branch can transmit information to the Shanghai local party organizations. Unless otherwise in special circumstances, Shanghai local party organizations cannot contact them on their own initiative.

And they haven't made any moves here recently.

Therefore, the possibility of the special party branch of the French Concession in Shanghai is very small to be targeted by the enemy.

"Unless I'm targeted," Cheng Qianfan said, and then he shook his head again, "The possibility is not high."

If No. 76 really had suspicion of him and secretly monitored him, he would not have chosen Cao Yu as a "familiar face".

"Everything is normal, as if you don't know this." Cheng Qianfan said with a brief thought, "You should do whatever you want."

Since they have found that the person on No. 76 is nearby, these moments cannot be confused first and respond to changes in the same way.

"I'll go out normally later." Lao Huang picked up the hot towel bubbled in the washbasin rack, wrung it half dry, and applied it to Cheng Qianfan's eyebrows and eyes, "The information must be sent out."

"Yes." Cheng Qianfan thought for a moment, "You are an experienced old comrade, I feel at ease when you do things."

After pausing, he reminded him again, "However, there is a principle that you must be careful and be cautious. Everything is put safety first. If there is a situation, I order you to give up passing on information."

...

"You stare here, I'll go back." Cao Yu bit a toothpick and said to his subordinate who was leaning against the telephone pole and reading the newspaper to his cover-up.

"Hey." The subordinate nodded, and then took off the newspaper in his hand.

"Lend me the newspaper to see." Cao Yu 'robbed' his subordinates' newspaper, and read while walking, and kept stuttering from time to time.

He walked two or three hundred steps west along Xue Huali Road and turned into an alley.

I turned into an alley halfway, came out of an intersection, and reached out to call a rickshaw.

About ten minutes later, Cao Yu got out of the car, entered another alley, and knocked on the door.

When I entered the door, there were crowds of people inside.

This is a secret bet.

Cao Yu looked at the noisy environment and his face turned down, "I haven't been here these days, why are you so noisy?"

As soon as these words came out, the gamblers who were gambling looked over with a bad expression. After seeing who was talking clearly, they quickly changed their smiles.

Someone even slapped himself in the mouth, "Mr. Cao, don't blame me, let me down."

Cao Yu nodded proudly.

"Mr. Cao asked me upstairs, the third brother was waiting early."

"Lead the way." Cao Yu nodded.

...

"Brother, you are so greedy." Xia Wenqiao cursed while still throwing two gold bars to Cao Yu.

"I almost died several times. I have seen through this world. Nothing is as real as this yellow croaker." Cao Yu played with two small yellow croakers and nodded with satisfaction.

"You can talk now." Xia Wenqiao said.

"No hurry." Cao Yu glanced at Xia and asked Qiao, "I'm very curious."

"What are you curious about?" Xia Wenqiao asked.

"Brother Xia is determined to work hard for Chongqing?" Cao Yu asked with a smile.

"How do you say this?" Xia Wenqiao chuckled and looked at Cao Yu deeply, "The world is difficult, making money is not easy. I am just a middle-aged man."

"Forget it, I don't care if your Brother Xia San is the one among them, or if he really invested in Chongqing, and I don't want to know." Cao Yu shook his head, "I just want to be sure that your Brother Xia San asked me for information. I'm using the money to do business, and there is no other connection, that's all."

"Of course." Xia Wenqiao laughed, "That's it, your brother Cao said."

Cao Yu laughed.

"What I want to say today is that two small yellow croakers are not enough." Cao Yu suddenly restrained his smile and said slowly.

"Brother Cao, you don't care about it anymore. You have already collected the yellow croaker, and now..." Xia Wenqiao's face turned gloomy.

"Xiao Mian." Cao Yu suddenly said.

His speech was very fast and his voice was not loud, but Xia Wenqiao heard it sincerely, and his face suddenly changed.

He looked at Cao Yu.

"Xiao Mian from the Shanghai Special Information Group of the Military Control Commission." Cao Yu said, "Don't say that I don't know who it is."

He smiled, "Even if it's just the one among you, you, Brother Xia, can't not know Xiao Mian."

Xia Wenqiao looked at Cao Yu up and down, his eyes a little cold. Suddenly, he laughed, "Brother Cao, you are looking for the wrong temple gate with your pig's head this time."

Cao Yu frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and just looked at Xia Wenqiao.

...

"Brother Cao, that Xiao Mian." He frowned.

"I'm not interested in this person's affairs, and I'm afraid to touch him." Xia Wenqiao shook his head, "I'm afraid you have to return those two little yellow croakers to me."
To be continued...