The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 29 Juxiang Bookstore
  Come out of Cao's house.

Cheng Mo got into the car and sat in the driver's seat: "Sister, I have to go to the Salt Bank. After all, I am also from the Salt Bank, so I can't leave without saying goodbye, right?"

"Okay, you can send me back in a while, and then you can go there by yourself." Cheng Hua nodded. Cao Youshan accepted Cheng Mo's invitation, which was equivalent to recognizing him as a disciple, and he also kindly asked him to stay for a meal, but this meal was too long. Of course Mo didn't want to eat it.

Cheng Hua also saw that he didn't want to embarrass his brother, so he found an excuse to decline and left together.

Cheng Mo is going to Salt Bank to resign.

This also has a beginning and an end. As for what to do next, Cheng Mo has thought about it. If it doesn't work out, he will go to the Qingpu class to work as an instructor for a month.

It's pretty cool to think that when the talented people from the Qingpu class like Juntong see him in the future, they will have to call him "teacher" obediently.

Maybe Xu Zhongyi and Chen Ming really are brothers in need.

As far as he knew, there were indeed underground members of the Communist Party of China in the Qingpu class, and there were quite a lot of them. According to later research data, the famous "Seven Sisters" of the military commander who died heroically in the Burma Expeditionary Force, two of them were underground members of the Communist Party of China. .

It is conceivable that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this Qingpu class. Those who are already aware of it, but what about those whose identities have not been disclosed, or even their identities have not been exposed throughout their lives?

As for retreating westward, that is impossible.

His status as a "tong" brother is a bit empty, so he doesn't use it if he can to avoid making people laugh.

But with this status, it will be really easy to do things if you meet brothers from the Qing Gang in the future, and you can also borrow strength.

Yang Hu, the security commander, is still in Shanghai. As for where he is, Cheng Mo is not qualified to know. Cheng Hua can definitely contact him.

After all, what can’t little Japanese bastards do?
  Driving to the Salt Bank was too public, so Cheng Mo left the car with his sister and hailed a rickshaw.

The Salt Bank Building is located on BJ Road, adjacent to the Bund to the east and XZ Middle Road to the west. It is a five-story brick-concrete structure.

The building is very grand and simple. Adopting the neoclassical concept style of "three horizontally and three vertically", after all, it was started by a salt merchant and he was rich.

He had been to this Salt Industry Building when he joined the company, and of course he had done business later, so he was naturally familiar with it. There were quite a few people coming in and out to handle business.

He used to be an employee here, and now when he walked into the office hall on the first floor, he suddenly felt like he was in another world.

I don't have any sense of belonging here. After all, I still don't belong here.

"Cheng Mo!" Suddenly a surprised voice came.

It was her, the little girl who once showed a hint of affection for her but had no follow-up, Zhang Lin. She was actually still working at the Salt Bank.

"What's going on with you? There's been no news about you for three months. Everyone thought you had..." Zhang Lin was extremely surprised. After all, because that word was unlucky, she didn't say it out loud.

"I'm not dead. I came back this time to go through the resignation procedures." Cheng Mo explained calmly. He didn't want to explain too much to a person who would rarely interact with him in the future.

"What have you been doing in the past three months? You are much darker than before, and why are there injuries on your face..." Zhang Lin was very excited, but Cheng Mo didn't want to say anything more to him, so he could only respond politely. one time.

Zhang Lin is a good girl, but she's not his type. Besides, he already has Jiang Yun, so he can't fall in love with her.

With someone's guidance, Cheng Mo quickly went through the resignation procedures and received three months' salary, which was doubled.

It's pretty good.

With an extra one hundred and fifty yuan in my pocket, that matter will be much easier to handle. I can't keep asking my sister for money. I am already an independent adult.

"Cheng Mo, have you eaten? Let's have a meal together?"

"No, I have an appointment..." Cheng Mo declined directly. Since it is impossible, then don't give them any hope. This meeting will be the last time.

It wasn't until Cheng Mo got on a rickshaw and drove away for a long time that the girl looked back.

She also understood that this feeling could only be hidden in her heart forever, and there would be no possibility of it blossoming and bearing fruit.

"Master, go to Hongkou!"

"Sir, that is a Japanese place, and Chinese people are not allowed to enter." The rickshaw driver said in surprise.

"Just send me to Qiaonan." Cheng Mo said lightly.

"Okay!"  South of Sichuan Road Bridge, a company of U.S. Marines is stationed. Since the Japanese army shelled the British troops south of Xinjunqiao, the situation here has also become tense.

Originally, it was possible to pass freely here. Of course, the Japanese side would check Chinese people leaving Hongkou and would not allow them to enter Hongkou.

In contrast, in the public concessions, as long as they come from Hongkou, they are basically allowed.

After getting off the bus in Qiaonan, Cheng Mo also observed for a while and found that there were many people going between Hongkou and the public concession area.

These people include Japanese and Chinese.

Cheng Mo queued up to pass the Sichuan Road Bridge and came to the inspection checkpoint north of the bridge. A Japanese soldier wearing a red armband reached out to stop him.

Cheng Mo calmly handed over a certificate.

After the Japanese soldier took the certificate and checked it, he immediately handed it back to him with both hands, bowed to him, and let him go.

This is a press card from the Allied News Agency.

This press card is genuine. It is Cheng Mo's identity in Japan. Naturally, he is not afraid of being investigated by the Japanese side. With this press card, he can freely enter and leave Hongkou and the public concession.

Cheng Hua didn't even know his identity, and there were some secrets that even the closest people couldn't tell.

Entering the HK area, it is obvious that the atmosphere here is a bit tense. There are not many people on the street, most of them are in a hurry, and Japanese patrols pass by from time to time.

Cheng Mo was wrapped in a coat and wearing a black bowler hat. He walked with his head lowered. This was not his first time here and he was familiar with the roads.

It has been almost three months, and I don’t know if the person he was waiting for has arrived. In this chaotic situation, the civil sea passage between Shanghai and Japan has long been stopped.

Juxiang Bookstore.

A very inconspicuous Japanese bookstore is located in Wei Shengli, Yuqingfang, North Sichuan Road. The facade is very small, and only one person can come in and out of each door at the same time.

The boss is Akira Kikuchi, a Japanese with Mediterranean hair. He is not tall and has a bloated figure. His smile gives people a very vulgar look.

The target customer group of his store is ordinary young and middle-aged people who do not read much but are literate and like to find excitement in words. There are more sailors and urban industrial workers.

To put it simply, what is sold here are some pictorials and gaudy and erotic novels that appeal to the senses. There are original Japanese versions, Chinese translations into Japanese, and such literary works from other countries.

These are naturally not banned books, but things that teach bad things to children naturally cannot be done with too much fanfare.

In a place like this, only regular customers come, and the flow of people is not large. It is very suitable for secret meetings and gatherings.

And whoever opens this kind of bookstore must have a background.

This bookstore is actually a contact point for the Shanghai Office of the Manchurian Railway Investigation Department. Of course, Cheng Mo didn't know that.

"Mr. Morita, is that you?" Kikuchi Ming saw Cheng Mo and looked carefully before recognizing him.

That's right, Cheng Mo's pseudonym in Japan is Takashi Morita. This name is based on the family name of Hideo Morita, his mentor at Waseda University.

At that time, in order to facilitate activities in Japan, he gave himself a Japanese name, and his identity as a reporter for the Allied News Agency was also obtained with the help of Hideo Morita.

"Mr. Kikuchi, you have such a good memory, you still remember me." Cheng Mo said humbly, and couldn't help but feel a little vigilant. This little Japanese has such a good memory, and he can still recognize himself after so long.

"You are a reporter and you care about current affairs. Unlike the guests here, I will naturally remember it." Akira Kikuchi said with a smile, "Please."

"Thank you. Do you have the domestic news and periodicals from the past two months?"

"Yes, it's just because of the delay in the war that there is a delay in shipping from China. The latest one was ten days ago."

Japanese books and newspapers are one of the ways to understand the domestic situation in Japan. In Shanghai, inquiries about Japan will not be disseminated. They can only be purchased from Japan through purchasing agents and then mailed through specific channels.

And some of the information is in these books and newspapers.

The war had been going on for three months, and he hadn't been here for a long time. The information about the contact he was waiting for was in these newspapers, and he didn't know if he had missed it.

　Begging for collection!
  　　
  　
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