In early 1939, old Shanghai, the Bund, Dingxianglou, night.
In the moonlight, a thin young man walked over slowly. He was dressed in a long robe, his face was white, and he wore a pair of round-rim gold wire glasses, and he was dressed as a scholar of the Republic of China. With an old leather bag under his armpit, the young man hurriedly walked to the side door of Dingxianglou. He paused at the door, glanced back gloomily, and then pushed in.
Inside was a loft, full of ambiguous smell, the young man gently opened the peach-colored mandarin ducks and played on the water curtain, and climbed up to the loft. Inside, is the place where the drunken fans are. There was a half-exposed woman lying lazily on the bed, with her sleepy eyes looking towards this side. After seeing the young man, the girl's eyes widened slightly, and she shook her handkerchief. Angrily said: "Oh, my enemy! Why are you here now?!"
"Xiao Hong." The young man just glanced at the woman faintly, slowly took off his glasses, wiped them on his sleeves, and asked without looking up, "Where is the man?"
"Huh, I'll ask about others as soon as I come. I have no conscience!" Xiao Hong curled his lips, but pointed to the big bed inside obediently. The young man ignored Xiao Hong and walked straight to the back room.
"Eleventh Young Master!" said a deep voice on the big walnut bed, "have you brought anything?"
"Bring it." The eleventh major general's leather bag under his arm tightened tightly, "Brother Long, where's my goods?"
A big rough hand stretched out from the pink curtain and threw something on the ground. The Eleventh Young Master's eyes lit up slightly, and he squatted down and picked up a large emerald bead, and shone it at the red candle. He walked to the window again and shone in the dim moonlight, and his face was full of joy.
"Do you fucking doubt Lao Tzu? This is Ye Mingzhu that my brother brought from the northeast, the hands of a group of tomb robbers, can't be faked!" Long Ge was slightly angry in his voice.
"No, no, no, Long Brother, where would I dare to doubt you? I'm just anxious to see something rare." The eleventh master wiped his sleeves on his forehead a few times, put his armpit purse on the table, cautiously Pull out a slap-sized piece of paper from the inside. The first few words are: Do not leak the top secret!
"This is the number of Zhang Xueliang's Northeast Army with the strongest firepower allocation. The number, gun allocation, artillery and horse numbers are all in it." Eleventh Shao's eyes were slightly narrowed, and the top-secret letter was handed over, "Please Brother Long has a look!"
Brother Long withdrew the secret letter, and Xixi Suosuo's voice rang from the back room. After a while, he said in a slightly surprised voice: "The Eleventh Young Master, I am very puzzled. Why are you so damn wild? You can get this kind of information?"
The Eleventh Young Master swallowed heavily, smiled dryly and said, "Money, it's easy to do things if you have money."
"Huh, don’t you play with me? I heard some brothers from Qingbang say that you have drunk foreign ink in a foreign country? Are you a scholar? Humph, what's so great about this. I despise you bookworms the most!" Long Ge suddenly sneered. "Lao Tzu also heard that your intelligence has always been only sold between the Military Command, the Central Command, the Black Market and the US Strategic Intelligence Agency, and never sold to the Japanese Far East Intelligence Agency and the 76th?"
The Eleventh Younger's thin lips pursed, and he smiled: "Brother Long, wherever, as long as there is money to be made, who will sell it?"
"Quack!" There was a rough laugh from the back room, "I know that you intellectuals are fake high-ranking! Do all the things that do **** and establish chastity memorial arches! What is the most true in troubled times? Dayang, Gold bars, dollar bills! Let me tell you the truth, my information is not to be sold to Juntong, but for No. 76! Juntong's spy organization in Shanghai is a bird?! Isn’t it run on No. 76?! There are Japanese on No. 76. Be a big backer, and bid is refreshing!"
The Eleventh Young Master's eyes sank when he heard the words, and then he smiled and said: "Brother Long, you said these are testing me? Where is the little brother so careless, the little brother is just a hawker who eats and drinks. This information , To whom is it not to sell?"
Brother Long waved his hand a little impatiently: "Go and go, I will be in ecstasy with Xiaohong. What military intelligence will be available in the future, whether it is from the Kuomintang or the Communist Party, even if you come to me, Laozi's price is not lower than the black market, and some are I'll exchange antiques and rare things with you!"
The eleventh young eyebrow smiled openly and said: "Thank you Long Brother! I have to rely on you in the future to be able to eat." Then he turned and left the attic. As soon as he left the side door, his whole face stiffened.