The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 28
  Hasn’t Mr. Cao Da collected all the closed disciples long ago? Why, his door has never been closed, okay?
  Cars enter the French Concession through the Eight Immortals Bridge.

The car Cheng Mo drove himself was an old-fashioned car. The gears were dialed by hand. The driving feeling was different from the cars of later generations.

But it's still quite powerful, but it consumes too much fuel.

Mr. Cao Da lives at No. 94 Changle Road, which is where many celebrities and celebrities gather in Shanghai. Big lawyers and big businessmen like to buy properties on this road.

This is a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, and it is also one of the areas with the best security in the French Concession.

The car was driving on the wide Xiafei Road, with tall buildings on both sides and neon signs everywhere. It was a completely different world from Zhabei.

In the Concession and the Chinese Realm, one was in a state of intoxication and wealth, while the other was in dire straits and was in dire straits.

There are many people on the street, but it is not crowded. Although this is the French Concession, at a glance, most of them are Chinese with yellow skin and dark eyes.

Most of these people have their heads lowered and their steps are in a hurry. There are only a few people who are leisurely walking on the road and drinking coffee.

I can’t see the beautiful cheongsam and the moving curves. The scenes in later generations of movies and TV shows are all lies. In an era when most people don’t have enough to eat, how many people have the leisure and leisure to dress themselves up? It's just the rights of a small group of so-called upper class people.

Cheng Mo glanced at his sister sitting in the back seat of the car. If she hadn't been favored by Yang Hu, she would probably be at the bottom of society, and his original fate could not be changed.

Based on this alone, he really couldn't hate Yang Hu, his cheap brother-in-law.

drip...

Several Annan patrol officers were beating a ragged beggar. The war between China and Japan brought a large number of refugees into the concession, which also changed the environment of the concession. The public security and environment also became dirty and bad. The number of beggars increased, which brought various security problems. Cases are also emerging one after another.

No wonder the Ministry of Industry Bureau and the Public Security Bureau's Patrol Office are recruiting a large number of people. This is the first time they have encountered such a complicated situation.

Cheng Mo just glanced at it and passed away. There were too many such things. He could reach out and take care of it once, but could he take care of it every time?
  Only by changing the country and establishing new systems can radical changes be made.

Human dignity is played out.

"Xiao Mo, when you see Mr. Cao Da later, be polite and polite, and don't be too reckless." Cheng Hua warned again.

"Don't worry, sister, for a moment, if you ask me to go east, I will never dare to go west. If you ask me to tease the dog, I will never chase the chicken!"

"Where did you learn to be so talkative?" Cheng Hua burst out laughing.

"Have I not been on the battlefield? Anyone who is close to the ink is a bad person." Cheng Mo was startled and quickly defended. Fortunately, he had not been in contact with Cheng Hua for three months. As a result, his sudden change in personality was not that bad. Abrupt, after all, people who have been on the battlefield will indeed become different.

"How have you considered what your brother-in-law told you?"

"Brother-in-law, which brother-in-law?"

"Aren't you looking for a beating?" Cheng Hua stretched out his hand to say hello to the back of Cheng Mo's head. Of course, it was just an action and it would not be a real beating.

"Sister, it's not that I'm ungrateful. You also know that although I came back from studying in Japan, I studied political economics. I didn't even understand it myself. I still teach others. Isn't that misleading others?" Cheng Mo defended, "It would be fine if I became a student."

"Okay, then I'll tell Yu Nong to recruit you into the class?" Cheng Hua sneered. She raised her brother, and she didn't understand it yet.

"No, our siblings are finally reunited, and I don't want to be separated." Cheng Mo said hurriedly.

"Excuse, haven't you always wanted to start a career on your own and serve the country?" Cheng Hua asked, wrapping his arms around his chest.

"Actually, sister, don't you think it would be more fulfilling to stay in Shanghai?"

"You really want to stay?"

"I studied in Japan and know the Japanese very well. They are an island country with constant earthquakes, lack of resources, and paranoid madness towards the mainland. Therefore, this war is destined not to end soon, especially those radical soldiers. They will definitely kidnap the entire Japan. When the time comes, the entire Japan will be dragged in. If you don’t believe it, look at it. After the Japanese army takes over Shanghai, there will be further actions." Cheng Mo knew that he couldn't say too much, otherwise he would be regarded as a bastard. of.

The Japanese army would land at Jinshanwei next. He wanted to give an early warning, but he couldn't explain the source of the intelligence. Even if it was a prediction, what was the basis for it?
  He couldn't answer it, and besides, it might be regarded as nonsense and a lunatic's words, which would never reach the ears of senior officials.

That would be nothing to say.

With the current chaos in the Nanjing Headquarters, no one would take him seriously if he was a humble person lower than an ant.

"The war will not end, and will drag into a protracted quagmire. In Shanghai, as long as the concession exists, we will have room to maneuver. This will be a battlefield where gunpowder can't be seen, and the fighting will be as brutal as the frontal battlefield. ."

"Xiao Mo, I think that for someone like you, you should go to a special training class to teach students." Cheng Hua is no longer the traditional woman who is ignorant of current affairs. Her vision is far wider than that of ordinary people. Otherwise, Dai Yunong would not be attracted by her and regarded as a "soul mate". “Sister, we’re here.” Seeing the road sign of Changle Road, Cheng Mo slowly stepped on the brakes, and the topic automatically stopped.

Under the shade of the plane trees, a unique French romantic atmosphere blows in your face.

The buildings on the street are all about three floors, and the yards are quite small. The Gothic style blends with the Shanghai style, creating an independent bright scene.

"Sister, a villa here is quite expensive, right?"

"That's right, even selling your body is not enough." Cheng Hua took Cheng Mo's arm and got out of the car. People who didn't know better thought they were a loving couple.

"It would be worth it if I could sell my body to buy a villa here for my sister." Cheng Mo chuckled.

Door number 94.

Cheng Mo reached out and rang the doorbell.

Soon, an old man in a gray robe came over. Judging from his attire, he should be a housekeeper or something. When he saw Cheng Hua, he politely called "Ms. Cheng" and then opened the door to welcome him in.

The yard is very large, about one to two thousand square meters, with a lawn and a small fountain. There is a garage on the left side and a three-story main building plus an auxiliary building, which shows the owner's strong financial resources.

The greeting card has been sent and the time has been agreed upon.

Cheng Mo and his brother were welcomed into the living room of the main building. The decoration of the living room was naturally quite luxurious. Persian carpets, crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and leather sofas would not be outdated at all in future generations.

After a while, a young woman helped an old man holding a civilization stick downstairs. She was wearing a traditional silk gown with a gray robe underneath and a pair of black cloth shoes.

Older people like to wear cloth shoes. They have reached the point where they can do whatever they want, not to mention that cloth shoes are the most comfortable for the feet.

"Mr. Cao Da." Cheng Hua bent down slightly and bowed, "This is what I mentioned to you, my brother Cheng Mo."

Cao Youshan raised his eyelids, glanced at Cheng Mo, and raised his hand expressionlessly: "Sit down."

"Thank you, Mr. Cao Da." The sister and brother sat down in front of Cao Youshan, slightly separated from each other, looking a little reserved.

"Logically speaking, I have stopped accepting disciples for a long time, but this time, for the sake of brother Yang Hu, I will make an exception. This is the only time." Cao Youshan said, he is too senior. If he accepts a disciple, he will be of the same generation as Huang Jinrong. (Although he claims to be a big-name senior, he is actually an empty figure, but he is very powerful and is recognized by all the Shanghai Youth Gang, but he is still a high-ranking person.) This will make many people dissatisfied.

But this time the introducer was Yang Hu, the commander of the Shanghai Security Command, and the person he wanted to worship was his brother-in-law, so he had to give him face.

What's more, the little woman in front of me has quite a lot of energy and is connected to Nanjing.

"Young man, I heard that you studied in Japan. What did you study?" Cao Youshan asked Cheng Mo.

"political economy."

"Oh, what a great knowledge." Cao Youshan was a little surprised, his eyes widened, "Then tell me, how is China's economy?"

"Dad, this question is too big. How do you want people to answer it?" Before Cheng Mo could speak, the young woman beside him spoke first. She turned out to be Cao Youshan's daughter.

This Cao Youshan is quite old, right? Why is his daughter so old? As expected of the boss, he is strong.

"Then let's talk about Shanghai's economy. It's not big, right?" Cao Youshan said helplessly.

"Shanghai is the bellwether of China's economy, the lifeblood of the Republic of China's economy, and the purse strings of the Nanjing National Government..." Cheng Mo spoke in general terms. Anyway, this kind of statement is applicable everywhere.

But in the ears of Cao Youshan, it was different. A gang boss, even if he studied hard and integrated into the upper class society, his background remained unchanged.

"This is my youngest daughter, Cao Lina. She is studying journalism. You should have something in common." Cao Youshan introduced with a smile.

Sister, what's going on?
  Cheng Mo clearly felt something was wrong and glanced at Cheng Hua, asking.

Cheng Hua ignored it completely, lowered his head and drank tea as if he didn't see it.

No matter how stupid Cheng Mo was, he could still see that worshiping the old man was just a cover, and it was just a blind date.

　Ask for collection!

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)