Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Looking at Xu San's receding figure, Wu Zhiguo felt a little confused.

According to the intelligence they intercepted, an underground party comrade code-named "Qun Tou" intercepted two tons of gold that the Japanese were preparing to transport back to the country.

Currently, the "group leader" is in Shanghai, preparing to ship the gold overseas to purchase supplies for the war of resistance.

Now the Intelligence Department has obtained the basic information of the "group leader" and is preparing to capture him.

After intercepting the intelligence, Wu Zhiguo immediately contacted his superiors.

The identity of the group leader was confirmed.

But his superiors didn't know about the gold.

Originally, Wu Zhiguo planned to keep his troops in place, but a special mission suddenly came up that required him to come to the Magic City, which led to this brief contact between him and Xu San.

As a well-hidden spy, Wu Zhiguo was naturally not simple-minded. After this brief contact with Xu San, he realized that he had been careless.

The gold and other things are just smoke released by the Japanese and used as bait for fishing.

It seems that I was caught as bait.

But he was also a little relieved, because he judged from Xu San's words that the Japanese military seemed to be maintaining internal stability.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wu Zhiguo's mouth raised slightly in an imperceptible arc.

The Japanese have learned the bald principal's tricks.

Wu Zhiguo exhaled a puff of smoke and calmed himself down.

The information he got from Xu San was enough. With this information, he could prepare his speech and not stupidly run into the net.

The sky was gloomy, there was no wind, the air pressure was a little low, and there seemed to be a sense of pressure in the air. Wu Zhiguo said to the driver calmly, "Go to the gendarmerie."

The tall and thin driver also felt that the atmosphere was a little strange and wanted to ask something, but in the end he did not open his mouth.

The rickshaw driver lifted his yin-yang handle, turned around, and ran away with big strides.

After running a few steps and passing Xu San again, he didn't say anything. He just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and left quickly.

Looking at the driver running at full speed, "With such long legs and such speed, if he participates in the Olympics, he might be able to win a gold medal for China."

"What are the Olympics? Is it a money-making event?" Miako asked curiously.

"Maybe I can make money?" Xu San searched his mind and tried to recall some information about the Olympics of this era. "The Olympics is a global sporting event. The champion can get a gold medal, the runner-up can get a silver medal, and the third place can get a bronze medal."

"Gold medal. Pure gold?"

"No, it's gold-plated. It's a symbol of honor, representing being number one in the world."

"Is there anyone from Japan participating?" Miako continued to ask.

"Hmm." Xu San smiled bitterly. At this moment, he finally found some information about the Olympics of this era. "In fact, this year's Olympics was supposed to be held in Tokyo, but it was cancelled because of the war with China."

As Xu San spoke, he let out a long sigh, expressing the melancholy in his heart.

"It's war again!" Miako seemed to be infected by Xu San's emotions and became a little depressed.

The peddler couldn't understand what the two people were saying, but he seemed to feel a heaviness in the air.

As a Pekingese, the vendor seemed to have inherited the tradition of being a chatterbox. Although he was not as talkative as the people in Tianjin and Hong Kong, his natural ability to make friends made him unable to help but say, "Sir, there is a street selling antiques and calligraphy and paintings just around the corner. Do you want to go take a look? Many of your Japanese people like to go there." (End of this chapter)