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Wang Manchun spent a few days in a daze, and his work was as boring as usual. There was no new information, let alone new tasks. It seemed that everything was in harmony with the atmosphere of the New Year. Even the fighting incidents on the street were much less.

But a few days before the new year, Wang Manchun suddenly received a call from Yoko Nantian.

Yoko Nantian was not in Mei's office, but summoned her to the special high school.Liang Zhongchun was also summoned at the same time as her.

The two met at the entrance of the special high school, greeted each other with their eyes, and walked side by side into the corridor.

Wang Manchun didn't know anything about the upcoming events, so he took the initiative to ask, "What's the matter with us at this time?"

Liang Zhongchun looked at her: "Yesterday, the special envoy of the Japanese emperor and the chief of staff of the Army in North China Kijiro Tada was assassinated in Hong Kong."

"This has something to do with us?" Wang Manchun was puzzled.

Liang Zhongchun said: "It's related to the peace conference. In short, the higher-ups want to question us, just go in and apologize in a low voice."

Wang Manchun slowed down and raised his eyebrows: "I don't believe it, you come first."

Liang Zhongchun became angry for a while, and said sincerely: "What I said is true."

After thinking about it, she took the initiative to knock on the door, and entered the door against Yoko Nantian's anger.

As expected, it was a scolding mixed in Chinese and Japanese. Wang Manchun pretended not to hear it. Anyway, she doesn't understand Japanese, and by the way, just pretend that she doesn't understand the Chinese part.

In the end, she didn't understand the relationship between Kijiro Tada, who was assassinated in Hong Kong, and No. 76 in Shanghai.But one thing is certain, in Hong Kong, a place under the jurisdiction of the British, and in the foreign concession in Shanghai, there must be many anti-Japanese elements hidden among the common people. As for whether they can be found, it depends on whether they take the lead. case search.

When Wang Manchun walked out of the office, she had one head and two big heads. She had never found this job so irritating.

Before returning to No. 76, she unbuttoned the top button of her military uniform in the car, put her hand on the car window, and closed her eyes.Liang Zhongchun raised his eyebrows in surprise: "When did Director Wang start being so informal?"

"Shut up." Wang Manchun scolded without even opening his eyes.

Liang Zhongchun pouted.

Mingcheng stood in the small living room, drawing with his back to Minglou.

Minglou took the champagne and celebrated the victory of the operation with a bang.He glanced sideways, and his elder brother's face showed a rare relief, so he continued to adjust the color.

"Why do you suddenly want to draw?" Minglou walked over with a drink in a good mood, "When did you start again?"

"I'm in a good mood." Ah Cheng said, and then thought for a while: "Probably after visiting Wang's mansion."

"Because of that painting?" Ming Lou took a sip of his wine.

"Correct."

Of course he knew what Minglou was talking about.

He was talking about the landscape painting he saw in the hall when he first went to Wang's house where there was only Man Chun.Ming Lou told him a lot at that time, and he only found out later that the unknown Impressionist landscape painting was made by Man Chun.

When he visited again, he found that the painting was missing, so thinking about it, he wrote the same picture of landscape and family.

But Minglou didn't seem to notice.

He listened to Minglou's analysis of his paintings, but he had no other thoughts at all.

He adjusted the colors, added a few strokes to the sky, and the phone rang.

It was Liang Zhongchun who had been fooled by him, and was trapped at Wusongkou.

He took the phone from Ah Xiang, and listened with a smile in his heart as he was anxiously begging his grandpa to tell his grandma, and Ming Lou listened attentively to his reply.

"[-]%, I'll give you [-]%!" Liang Zhongchun said eagerly.

"If Mr. Ming knew, he would have skinned me." He joked, and looked up at Minglou.

"I still have brothers up and down to manage..."

Mingcheng didn't buy it: "If you take care of it, who else should I take care of?"

"Twenty percent, no more."

"Thirty to seven." Ah Cheng spit out a number that he had already thought up.

Liang Zhongchun was blocked on the phone, gritted his molars and said, "Deal. I will pick up the goods tonight."

Ah Cheng shrugged, set a time and place with him, put on his coat and went out.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and said to Minglou, "Don't mess with my painting, the color is too dark."

"Drive well." Minglou continued to tinker with the palette as if he didn't listen.

The cold wind howling at Wusongkou in winter, Mingcheng drove to the dock warehouse, Liang Zhongchun had already been waiting there on crutches, pacing back and forth anxiously, seeing him coming seemed to see a savior.

"Oh, my brother Ah Cheng, what price do you charge when you are in such a hurry, can I do without you if the matter is over?"

Mingcheng calmly parked the car, got out of the car, and said to the man in front of him who was half a head shorter than him: "I can't help it, I can't believe you."

Liang Zhongchun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How can you be as virtuous as that Wang Manchun? Don't you know who I am? It's getting late, hurry up."

Ah Cheng pursed his lips and strode into the warehouse first.

After explaining the precautions, he lit a cigarette and smoked while leaning against the outer wall of the warehouse, while watching Liang Zhongchun directing and monitoring the horses who were moving things.

Why doesn't he believe him?

Of course, it is because there has never been eternal trust between people, especially in this troubled world, only eternal interests, yellow croakers, and heavy hands can make people feel at ease.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of poverty when he was a child. When Minglou gave him pocket money when he was a student, he saved it and put it in the closet.It's not that he can't bear it, it's just that Ming Lou pays for his tuition and living expenses, and he doesn't have any extra expenses, so he doesn't need it.

Regarding money, his principle has always been that the more the better, because only money can make ghosts grind.he thought through the smoke.

It can also let the famous Director Liang of No. 76 work for him, a major and adjutant who is one level lower in the military command.

Liang Zhongchun wiped his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief, indicating that Mingcheng had finished moving things.

So he pinched the cigarette butt, locked the warehouse, and followed Liang Zhongchun's footsteps.

"Brother Ah Cheng seems unhappy." Liang Zhongchun walked with a limp.

He deliberately slowed down his pace, and said with downcast eyes: "I was called out of the warm room by you in winter, would you be happy if it was you?"

Liang Zhongchun groaned, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't miss a single point of the three points agreed upon."

Ah Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

Liang Zhongchun heaved a long sigh of relief as the ship full of cargo sailed out from the pier, and turned back to look for Mingcheng, only to find that the man had lit another cigarette, and seeing him turn around, he handed one to him as well.

"Hey, American products." Liang Zhongchun put the cigarette in his mouth and searched for matches all over his body. Ah Cheng couldn't see it, so he took out the lighter and lit it for him.

"Mr. Ming smokes this?" Liang Zhongchun asked.

He nodded silently, watched the cargo ship disappear into the darkness, turned and walked in the direction of the car.

"Do you dare to smoke his cigarettes?" Liang Zhongchun continued to ask, as if pointing.

Ah Cheng knew that the split that he and Ming Lou declared to the outside world had worked, and Liang Zhongchun was the first to take the bait.

He took the cigarette away from his mouth, threw most of the remaining cigarettes on the ground, crushed them out with his leather shoes, and said to Liang Zhongchun with a sneer, "As long as I want."

The author has something to say:

This chapter is mainly A Cheng's role

Hmmm... I may not reply to every comment due to time constraints.Hope to understand.

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