Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 386 A Serious Man Part Four

Qian Xiaobao and Hemoto Taro ate two drawers of crab roe buns in a small shop.

After walking out, Qian Xiaobao said to Taro Kawamoto: "When we returned to the Licha Hotel, we immediately changed our clothes. It's really eye-catching."

Because of the scruples about the reaction of the United States and the United Kingdom, the Japanese seldom appear in the concession unless necessary.

Qian Xiaobao was wearing a military uniform, and Kawamoto Taro was wearing an old Japanese military uniform.Many civilians in Japan also wear military uniforms without military rank marks, which is very common.

But this is the Shanghai Concession, and others looked at the two of them with strange or even disgusting and hostile eyes.

Qian Xiaobao felt very uncomfortable.

Back at the Licha Hotel, Qian Xiaobao quickly put on a suit, polished his leather shoes, and then said to Taro Kawamoto with a suitcase: "I have something to go out for, and I can buy food for lunch and dinner for the people on board at once." Send it. Remember, don’t let them eat too well, or they will get used to it!”

After walking a few steps, Qian Xiaobao stopped again and asked: "You can buy some good liquor for Sen Yong and the other officers, and buy more baijiu, the stronger the better!"

The ranks in the Japanese army are strict, and letting Mori Yong and the others eat better not only satisfies their stomachs but also satisfies their face.

Qian Xiaobao walked out of the hotel carrying a heavy suitcase.He stood hesitantly at the door of the restaurant, stood for a while before walking along the street.

Along Huangpu Road, Qian Xiaobao passed more than a dozen consulates in the United States, Britain, Japan, etc.

Qian Xiaobao has his own private purpose in coming to Shanghai this time.He could no longer put those valuables in the Swiss Trust Bank, it was too heavy, and he was afraid of arousing suspicion.

This is also because Qian Xiaobao is still ignorant. If he knew how much wealth China's dignitaries and rich people have hidden in foreign banks in the concession since the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War, he might not have such thoughts.

After walking for half an hour, Qian Xiaobao put down his suitcase to relax his arms.He also didn't know what to do with the contents of the suitcase.

Just then a taxi suddenly stopped beside him.The rear door opened and an old man in his 60s with tall nose bridge and yellow hair stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Bao'er!" said the old man in blunt Chinese.

Qian Xiaobao looked at the old man carefully and exclaimed in surprise: "Old Nie! Mr. Nelison!"

Nelison is a Jew, and in [-] he opened Leonia Brewery in Harbin.Back then when Lin Pinqi planned to kidnap and blackmail him, Qian Xiaobao had secretly acted.

When Mrs. Savish and Mr. Savish died successively, Qian Xiaobao met Nelison when they held ceremonies in the synagogue in Harbin.

"Mr. Nellison, why are you here?" Qian Xiaobao asked in surprise.

From Manchukuo to Shanghai, a commoner does not just walk away.Besides, Nelison still has such a big brewery in Harbin.

Elder Nelison shrugged his shoulders regretfully when he heard Qian Xiaobao's question, and replied, "It's sold, I really can't do it anymore! Now I have brought my whole family to Shanghai."

Qian Xiaobao suddenly realized.Now ordinary people don't have any money in their pockets, and business is hard to do.Moreover, extortion, extortion and kidnapping incidents are frequent in Harbin, and people like Nelison simply cannot stay any longer.

"The brewery was sold to the Japanese, very cheap, very cheap!" Nelison said dejectedly.

Qian Xiaobao wanted to say that it would be good if it could be sold, otherwise the Japanese would just stare at you if they robbed you.

"I and many other people have a deep impression on you! Both Mrs. and Mr. Savish were buried in the Harbin Jewish Cemetery with your help." Nelison said, holding Qian Xiaobao's hand.

After Mr. Savish and his wife fled to Harbin, they waited for their son's family who were still in Europe, and finally they both died in Harbin.

It was Qian Xiaobao who helped to bury the two in the Jewish cemetery in Harbin.

This incident left a deep impression on Nelison.

"What are you doing in Shanghai?" Nelison asked.

"The Japanese sent me to Shanghai to transport grain. I don't have anything to do now, so I just go shopping." Qian Xiaobao replied.

"Oh, I remembered, you are working for the Japanese, Security Bureau!" Nelison said.

What he remembered was Qian Xiaobao's previous identity.

"Since I have nothing to do, I must be a guest at my house!" Nelison warmly invited.

Before Qian Xiaobao could answer, Nelison dragged him into a taxi.

Hongkou is in the southeast of the Shanghai International Settlement, and nearly [-] Jews flocked here in the past three or four years.

As the taxi was driving on Zhoushan Road, Nie Lixun pointed out the window of the car and said, "It turns out that most of the buildings here were destroyed by the war, and the houses were all built later."

Qian Xiaobao looked at the red brick pointed houses outside the car window and imagined what it looked like in rubble.

The taxi stopped on Huade Road, and Nie Lixun and Qian Xiaobao got out of the taxi.

Walking into the alley, Nie Lixun took Qian Xiaobao into a Shikumen.In the yard, an old lady was squatting on the ground and fanning a briquette stove.

Black, choking soot rose from the stove.

"This is my wife," Nelison said.

Nelison was also a rich man when he was in Harbin, but now his wife is actually lighting the briquette stove.

Nie Lixun took Qian Xiaobao into the room and sat down and said: "My sons have all gone out to make money, selling newspapers to buy bread. There is still some money, but I think the most difficult time has not yet come."

"You bought this house?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

The last time I met Lin Zhengjiang in Shanghai, Lin Zhengjiang took him to a Shikumen rented by him.

At that time, Xiaobao Qiandu noticed this strange house.

"That's right, it cost me twelve gold bars! But I still bought the right one, it is said that it is worth thirteen now!" Nelison said proudly.

Qian Xiaobao has already discussed with Xiao Linxun to quietly buy a house in Shanghai.

Zhang Xinzhai couldn't be asked for help in this matter, otherwise it would be easy to expose.

Qian Xiaobao felt that now was a good opportunity.

"Mr. Nellison, what do you think of me buying a house here?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

With the shrewdness of a Jewish businessman, Nelison glanced at Qian Xiaobao's suitcase on the ground and said, "But what identity do you want to use?"

You can't use Qian Xiaobao's Manchurian identity when you go to the Public Concession Public Works Bureau to change your house photo, right?
"Besides, what's the use of buying a house in Shanghai when you work for the Japanese in Manchukuo?" Nelison asked puzzled.

"I often come to Shanghai to transport food. Living in a hotel is a waste of money, not free, and empty and lonely." Qian Xiaobao replied.

"I see. You bought the house for women, right?" Nelison asked.

　Yesterday I heard that a brother who wrote a book at Qidian added [-] collections in two days, and I cried and fainted in the toilet.

　　If it stops in the future, we will let everyone know.Feel sorry!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)