"Mr. Chu misunderstood!"

Wan Lin hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Mr. Du is dedicated to serving the party and the country, and he is absolutely unwilling to do so. However, our disciples who stayed in Shanghai to guard the house were killed. Few people would implicate their family members if they were not careful. There were so many difficulties, they did not mean to refuse. They were really forced to do so. I hope Mr. Chu would let him go."

He didn't want to provoke the Japanese, nor did he want to offend the National Government. The most important thing is that he must be optimistic about his family. This is the family that Du Yuesheng relies on for survival. If he was really killed by the Japanese, how could he be worthy of Du's explanation before leaving?

Chu Wenhao didn't say anything while drinking tea. He obviously didn't give face and couldn't do anything randomly. He offended all of them. It was difficult to do things in the future. He didn't care and always had to keep some face.

After a long silence, "Since Manager Wan has difficulties, I will report the matter to the headquarters."

"Thank you, Mr. Chu, for your understanding," Wan Lin felt that Chu Wenhao was not difficult to speak, so he made a gesture to his disciple. Not long after, someone would come over to put a small box on the table.

Although the movement was very light, it made a dull sound, and it was obvious that the inside of the box was very heavy. Wan Lin took it and opened it actively. A dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, shining brightly under the sunlight. Chu Wenhao's eyes swept, and the good guy was lying with ten big yellow croakers.

What does it mean? One twelve pounds, and if it is exchanged for oceans, it is about four hundred oceans, that is, ten thousand fiat coins, and ten fiat coins are 120,000 fiat coins, and there is a price but no market.

Nowadays, the purchasing power of fiat currency is getting worse and worse, but fortunately, it will be used as straw paper in two years. Rich people save gold to maintain value and hard currency, and will never lose the price of good things no matter when.

Most people may be inseparable from seeing their eyes, but they have seen money and used money, and they can exchange them for 200,000 US dollars in one piece of information. This amount of money is really not taken seriously.

But he was very poor and had 300 yuan on him. He brought 3,000 US dollars to Xiang Dingtian and others to settle his subordinates.

Wan Lin smiled and said, "I would like to accept Mr. Chu with a little bit of my heart. I am sorry for the facts today. I hope Mr. Chu will report truthfully. On behalf of Mr. Du, I am very grateful."

Chu Wenhao covered the box and pushed it back, "A gentleman loves money and gets it well. Hengshe has its own difficulties in taking into account his mission. I believe that Shangfeng will understand that money is a good thing, but it cannot be spent on me. This also defiles the word "loyalty and righteousness."

"This..." Wan Lin couldn't figure out what he meant for a moment. It was rumored that Chu Wenhao was greedy for money and lustful, and was good at extortion. He had seen this with his own eyes. The expert in extortion now has a noble and noble attitude. What do you mean? I think it's too little?

Chu Wenhao waved his hand, "Shopkeeper Wan, don't be too careful. I went to Shanghai to do things, not to make money. If you want money, you will become a millionaire at any time. If you don't accumulate money, you will be greedy. But I am not in this rank." He stood up to enjoy the scenery of the courtyard. "Since Wan is not convenient for manager Wan to take action, he always has to point out a clear way. At present, the Shanghai Station of the Military Control Commission has no ammunition and food, and needs to be supplemented urgently. Otherwise, don't say that fighting against the Japanese, your own safety is a problem. I think life is priceless. What the Military Control Commission needs is not money, but a weapon that can kill the enemy, and there must be some explanation."

"This..." Wan Lin looked at his performance as if he was a singer who regarded money as dirt. Regardless of the truth or falsehood, it made him very embarrassed.

"Mr. Chu's intentions are naturally understood. But the current situation is turbulent. The Qing Gang is entrenched in Shanghai for more than 100,000 children in Shanghai but dare not have any Jiyue. The 20,000 children in Hengshe all rely on skills to make a living. The dock shop at the door was basically closed by the Japanese, and their lives are in trouble. The serious business is not good, so they can only rely on gambling houses to make a living. The owners who really dare to smuggle guns and ammunition stop. They must say that selling opium may have a chance to survive now, but smuggling and selling guns is not a chance to survive at all."

"The sporadic guns and ammunition on the black market were used to help the children in the middle to make some money, but now they have been warned by the Japanese to investigate it strictly. At present, Hengshe is closely watched, and the disciples of other clubs are also very cautious and have been reminded that it is too difficult to transport them from Zhoushan. At present, only the Japanese can do this quietly, and merchant ships from Britain and the United States have also been warned and dare not do it randomly. Moreover, both the Ministry of Works and Boards have Japanese minions, and the police in the concession are not vegetarians. They are waiting every day to catch the current situation. It is difficult." Wan Lin shook his head, feeling a little unbearable. Thinking about the disciples of his disciples gritted their teeth and insisted on it. This was all for life, so they could not continue like this.

......

Night falls.

No. 76, Jisifeier Road, the yard is brightly lit, and there is no scream from the interrogation room. A man with scars lying on the third floor was lying in the medical room.

Liang Mingqiu was arrested for more than ten days and only drank some water. He persisted until now with his thoughts. His eyes were swollen, his beard was sloppy, and his clothes were dyed red by blood. After they were fucked, they became slap clothes. There was no good place on his face and he was in a coma at this moment.

"Hurry up and get the injection and don't let him die!" Ding Mocun anxiously ordered the doctor on one side. It had been three days and had no gains. He used all the torture tools, but he just refused to explain.

What a dead man!

After the doctor focused on examining his body, he said solemnly: "Director, I'm afraid that people will not be able to do it anymore. His breathing is weak, his eyes are distracted, and his slight heartbeat is already weak..."

"Shut up!"

"If he dies, you can follow him to bury him!" Ding Mocun was really anxious. The torture just now was a little more intense, but he didn't expect that this bastard would die soon after so carelessly. He had no choice. Nan Zaoyunzi had already given him the order that if he had no gains tonight, he would give the person to Li Zhiqun to take charge, and he was scheming to torture the person.

"This..." The doctor was very scared. Ding Mocun was like a madman, killing people without blinking, and letting him be buried with him. "You can only try it with sulfonamide. Whether he can survive depends on his willpower."

"Sulphonamide?" Ding Mocun heard a little pain in his eyes, so the Japanese gave him three pieces that he had originally wanted to hide in private, but now he couldn't care. If he died, he would be in trouble.

He left with a gloomy face, hurried to the office, opened the safe and took out a sulfonamide drug and returned to the ward, "Hurry up!"

"yes!"

The doctor took the medicine and quickly injected it. After three minutes, the sound of heartbeat in the stethoscope was significantly increased. He looked happy, "Director, it seems that he still hopes, but he can't stand the interrogation anymore. His body is very weak. If he is in retrial, he may be unable to turn things around. He will have some drip tonight to maintain his life. If he can wake up tomorrow morning, it means it's okay."

Ding Mocun was obviously relieved when he heard this, and snorted coldly and reminded: "You can guard him tonight, and you can't have any accidents. Director Li will come to take over later. Leave the criminal to him, whether he will die or live or not." After that, he left angrily with his hands behind his back, and originally wanted to show that he won the appreciation of Nan Zaoyunzi, but almost sent the man away.

He returned to the office in disgust and arranged for Ku Ziming: "Let Director Li come to the office."

"yes."

After a while, the door was knocked, Ding Mocun opened his eyes and straightened his body, "Come in!"

Li Zhiqun pushed the door and glanced at him, "Director Ding has any instructions. It's seven o'clock soon, and his subordinates are going home for dinner."

Ding Mocun glanced at him, couldn't stand his face, and said calmly: "The Communist Party arrested has never been explained. I received an order to hand over the person to you for handling. There is no problem with the person in the infirmary. Director Li will take over directly. As for how to let him speak, it depends on Director Li's ability."

Li Zhiqun is not stupid, "Director Ding is afraid he has made the wrong time. The instructions he received were to take over tomorrow morning. The offender is still Director Ding tonight. It's better to follow the rules." If you want to make me feel younger, you're still a little bit more.
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