[Sparrow] My years in Shanghai

Return to Shanghai 3

The Nanjing government was first established, and there were many internal problems.

Mr. Wang set the recruitment target, which made the people under him tighten their belts and bite the bullet to carry out the recruitment plan.

Jiang Zhen felt a lot of pressure recently, and Lin Bosheng's unstable mood affected the operation of the entire department.Holding the pen holder, she lowered her head and stared at the manuscript in front of her, checking the words and sentences word by word.

She was sorting out the final manuscript when she received a call from Mr. Wang.

"Jiang Zhen, you think I'm doing this, right?" That was the first sentence Mr. Wang asked after seeing her enter the door. He was still holding a pen in his hand, and there was a dim light in his eyes, and a bright big His back was gentle and gentle, "Tell the truth."

"Mr. Wang, I only know how to hold a pen. This troubled world is just for me to eat." Jiang Zhen looked at Mr. Wang, who may be a superior, but after all, she had a bit of majesty. Her eyes were timid and her attitude was sincere. She knew that If you don't answer well at this time, you may be in danger, even if you save his life, "Although I have some inextricable relationship with the military commander, it's just that the war is too cruel. I hope there is a bloodless way to save the whole country." people."

She saw the smile in Mr. Wang's eyes, and before she finished speaking, she planned her words: "Great, I think so too. Jiang Zhen, my journey is worthwhile, yes Bar."

If Mr. Wang hadn't been born in such an era, perhaps he could have become a generation of literary giants instead of being so influenced by politics.

Mrs. Wang came just in time.

With a smile on her face, she showed a trace of hostility towards Jiang Zhen.

"Zhenzhen is here too."

That kind of intimacy made Jiang Zhen feel scared. She suppressed the panic in her heart and said with a smile: "Aunt Wang, you are here."

"Zhao Ming, what are you talking about with Zhen Zhen? I heard from Bai Sheng that you asked Li Moqun to take Bi Zhongliang and others to the Shanghai Secret Service Headquarters..."

"Aunt Wang, Uncle Wang, if there is nothing else, I will leave first. The manuscript has not been handed in yet." Jiang Zhen bent down and bowed, and exited Mr. Wang's office. Although she was relieved, she was still very nervous. Hurrying back to the office, she knew Mr. Wang's temptation and also knew what Chen Bijun was thinking, so she had to get herself out of this situation as soon as possible.

Lin Bosheng called angrily and urged her to hand in the manuscript.

Jiang Zhen bit the bullet and finished finishing the manuscript, and handed it to Lin Bosheng for review.

"Ce Na, written propaganda is useless." Lin Bosheng threw the manuscript on the table and rubbed his temples, "The monthly salary is getting less and less, and people are assassinating him every day."

The white curtain was blown away by the wind, and she saw the white gauze on Lin Bosheng's hand, revealing a faint color of blood.

"Mr. Lin, there is nothing else, I will go first."

"My godmother said, I want you to attend tonight to see Li Moqun and others off." Lin Bosheng called to Jiang Zhen who had already walked to the door, and looked at Jiang Zhen who turned her head in surprise.

Since the incident at the Fuchang Hotel last time, Jiang Zhen actually cherished her life. She was a little worried about this kind of banquet, but in fact she blurted out: "Mr. Lin, can I not go? My stomach hurts."

Lin Bosheng smiled instead of anger: "I don't know what you are thinking. This is the meaning of the godmother. Don't worry, I will definitely protect you."

He almost said 'protect you' through gritted teeth.In Shen Meijun's words, it may be because she seems to be favored and threatened him on the surface, but she is more willing to believe that he just has a lot of things recently. Since Secretary-General Zeng Zhongming was assassinated in Hanoi, he has taken over drafting documents and other matters , Jiang Zhen had to think about how much Mrs. Wang and the others would trust him.

"Thank you. Alright, then I'll go and tidy up. What time do we leave?"

"05:30." Lin Bosheng leaned over his desk and looked at the documents. He didn't raise his head until he heard the door closing, and frowned. He absolutely couldn't lose everything he had.

In the black car, Lin Bosheng lowered his head, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Five minutes ago, he received a call from his godfather, and Jiang Zhen had already left with them.

It's Fuchang Hotel again.

Jiang Zhen thought, the income of Fuchang Hotel must be very high, there is no shortage of money.She slightly raised her head and glanced at the wooden plaque, with four big characters on it.

Li Moqun and the others were already in room 322. When they saw them, they stood up. At that time, Li Moqun didn't have the poise of his whole body. Bi Zhongliang pulled Chen Shen honestly and bowed respectfully to Mr. Wang.

The hall outside the private room was full of people, bustling with people. At the table near the corridor in the middle, a group of people were sitting, but they were eating melon seeds strangely and ordered a pot of tea.

Jiang Zhen took a second look because of this, who doesn't know that this Fuchang Hotel is not a tea house, and it is always a bit conspicuous to act like this.

"Mo Qun, this government has just been established, and it is an extraordinary period of internal and external troubles. We are short of people like you. This time I went to the Shanghai Secret Service Headquarters, hoping to bring me more good news. I am in Nanjing. I am waiting for the good news from everyone." Mr. Wang raised his red wine glass high, his eyebrows crooked with a smile, and his bright eyes showed a raging killing intent under the light, "Wang Mou does it first, everyone is welcome."

The moment he lowered his eyes, he restrained his excess emotions and felt the warmth of Chen Bijun's palm coming from his thigh.

Jiang Zhen was sitting next to Mrs. Wang. Now everyone knows Jiang Zhen because of Mrs. Wang.She nodded and looked at the wine glass and dishes in front of her. Today, apart from Li Moqun and others, there were also several confidants of Mr. Wang.

"Zhenzhen, eat vegetables." Mrs. Wang scooped up a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, handed it to her, and said with a smile, "This is a local food in Nanjing, try it."

She has never liked this kind of food. Under Mrs. Wang's smiling face, she took a mouthful with a numb scalp, and immediately swallowed: "The taste is smooth." Before she finished speaking, the bone-deep taste hit her, and she immediately stood up, The chair was rubbed very hard, "Aunt Wang, I'm going to the bathroom."

The moment she stepped out of the box door, she suddenly realized a problem, if Chen Bijun deliberately led her away, what would he do?She suddenly couldn't figure out why she had to be obsessed with little people like them to make a big deal happen!Now that she came out, she had to go to the bathroom. She washed her hands and looked around from the mirror.

The moment she was in the bathroom, someone pulled her away. The bullet grazed her ear and fell into the wall. Her ears buzzed. For a few seconds, she couldn't hear the sound around her. Chen Shen in front of her The lips parted slightly and moved a few times.

The people around started to run away, she thought, she ran into Fuchang Hotel.

People were run away.

Mrs. Wang looked at her worriedly, patted her on the back, and said softly: "Zhenzhen, are you all right, are you all right!"

Jiang Zhen suddenly opened her throat and began to cry: "Aunt Wang, I'm afraid, I still want to live a long life! Why did you kill me! I'm so scared..."

It was embarrassing now, her face was pressed against Mrs. Wang's blue and white porcelain cheongsam, tears streaming down her face, she was really a little scared, the feeling of being deaf was terrible.She also felt Mrs. Wang's stiff body, and she couldn't push her away, so she could only comfort her constantly.

This meal was so bad.

Mr. Wang was obviously a little scared, and he didn't show up for a few days afterwards.

***

On that day, Fuchang Hotel never thanked Chen Shen, but today, she had to send her off, and thanked Chen Shen back then.

Chen Shen's eyes looked directly at her, and after hearing her thank you: "You're welcome, it's just a matter of little effort, Miss Jiang, there will be no future."

Jiang Zhen was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Chen Shen, the words were too familiar: "Maybe, we will meet again in the near future." She raised her head slightly, met Chen Shen's gaze, and then glanced at his side Bi Zhongliang smiled, "Goodbye."

Lin Bosheng on the second floor stood behind the curtains, frowned, and then said to the people behind him, "Mother, maybe this Jiang Zhen really came to join us!"

After Li Moqun arrived in Shanghai, good news continued.

□□, the military command, many people fell into the Shanghai secret service headquarters.

During this period, she visited every corner of Nanjing, but she never set foot in Fuchang Hotel again.

However, for this reason, apart from writing, she kept her ears shut and talked less.

A month ago, I saw a new shop opened on Zhongshan Road. I heard that the tailor was from Ningbo, and the business was booming, so I hurried to order. I thought I could wear it at the end of the year, and I also made a piece for Mrs. Wang and Mr. Wang. clothes.

After getting out of the rickshaw, Jiang Zhen felt someone hiding in the dark.In the past few days, Lin Bosheng has been in the courtyard without seeing his head and tail. She always feels that the last incident has something to do with him.

"Miss Jiang, you're here. I've packed your clothes for you."

The tailor pushed the glasses rack, took her clothes from the closet shelf, and handed her the name on a note.

Jiang Zhen took the clothes and walked out of the store. She purposely got into the rickshaw slowly, and looked back at the person entering the store. The black top hat covered her face, and the Zhongshan coat was loosely draped over his body, making it impossible to see his figure. She asked the coachman to leave, and it happened that the man in the glass only left her a back view.

In Wang's house, she handed the clothes to Mama Liu. That night, Mrs. Wang called her back and asked her to go to Wang's house for dinner tonight.

Mr. Wang and Lin Bosheng came very late and went straight to the study without having dinner. Mrs. Wang said a few words: "We eat by ourselves."

This meal was really uncomfortable.

"Zhenzhen, tell Aunt Wang the truth, what do you think of Shen Meijun?" Chen Bijun put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a towel, "You know, she has always been coquettish, and she got close to your uncle, Bai Sheng, At that time, Hanoi flirted with Zhongming again."

Mrs. Wang stood up and smoothed the folds of the front of her clothes: "But she absolutely shouldn't get involved with your uncle. I want to think about something that doesn't belong to her."

The atmosphere in the dining room became silent as Mrs. Wang stopped talking. Jiang Zhen wiped her hands and stood up: "Since Aunt Wang is worried, I voluntarily apply to go to Shanghai."

The author has something to say:

middle!So, will it be blocked?

This article is written following the trend, and there will be a way out with history.I also just write what I know.

As for the cp that everyone is very concerned about, to be honest, I still don't know the bottom line.