My girlfriend is from 1949

"Xu Hongchuan's home?"

Tian Guorong blinked, a look of confusion on his face.

I don't understand why they asked about his home. Is there a reason?

Although they didn't understand the reason, they were already at a loss when faced with this cunning spy.

Without using the Great Memory Restoration Technique, it's very difficult to get him to talk.

Moreover, his family and children have already been sent to Taiwan without any concerns.

Even if they wanted to find him and persuade him to abandon darkness and embrace the light, they wouldn't have the chance.

Moreover, because his wife and children were in Taiwan, he was essentially being held hostage.

It's impossible to get him to talk unless there's solid evidence.

Tian Guorong has no other options at the moment and can only brainstorm ideas.

He pondered for a moment and said, "His house is on Linsen Road, and it has already been confiscated by the government."

Linsen Road is the later Hengshan Road, which was renamed in 1950.

However, the current name was changed after Shanghai was taken back in 1945.

During the concession period, it was called Rue Pétain, a place where wealthy people lived.

This area is full of high-end villas and apartments; ordinary people can't afford to live here.

Xu Hongchuan was the head of the Shanghai station of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and also had the authority to clean up the assets of traitors in the Wang Jingwei regime.

Besides taking the opportunity to extort and profit, why wouldn't they acquire a few properties for themselves?

In addition to the detached villa where I currently live, there is another villa that is vacant, and five high-end apartments for rent.

However, after the three major battles, the defeat of the Kuomintang reactionaries was inevitable.

Xu Hongchuan possessed a wealth of intelligence unknown to outsiders, and thus had made preparations long ago.

Not only did he buy houses and land in Taiwan, but he also bought houses in Guangzhou.

When we retreated to Guangzhou, we had a place to stay.

As for the houses on Linsen Road, apart from the villa where they currently live, all the other villas and luxury apartments have been sold.

He exchanged everything for gold, and his wife took the children and the money and went there first.

If it weren't for the need to cover his tracks, he would even sell the villa he currently lives in.

However, as the station chief of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in Shanghai, it would be too obvious if he even sold the house he was currently living in.

If someone were to report this to higher authorities, accusing the station chief of plotting his escape route, it would certainly arouse suspicion from superiors.

Some things still need that fig leaf on the surface.

So that house was confiscated by the new government after liberation.

Chen Huai'an nodded slightly and immediately asked, "Who lives in the house now?"

There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Tian Guorong explained, "Because Xu Hongchuan has not been apprehended, the house has been sealed off and is currently vacant. Even the furnishings inside have not been touched."

"That's good, that's good!" Chen Huai'an nodded, clearly relieved.

It seems that what I was worried about did not happen.

He immediately said, "Arrange a car to go to Xu Hongchuan's house! But first, find me a few pairs of stockings!"

Tian Guorong looked completely bewildered, unable to understand why they should go to an empty house.

Could there be something there that would make him admit his identity?

Furthermore, what does searching Xu Hongchuan's house have to do with stockings?

Despite being full of doubts, they immediately sent someone to handle it.

Soon, he bought five pairs of stockings at the supply and marketing cooperative across the street.

All stockings are now state-owned and sold.

The three tycoons previously reaped huge profits, but now their right to sell the shares has been revoked.

Before liberation, they did not rely on the department stores of the three richest men to sell their goods.

Now that Shanghai has been liberated, 100,000 troops have entered the city.

Naturally, we can't let those three big capitalists benefit any further.

So they opened several supply and marketing cooperatives in the city, which also sold stockings.

With capitalists no longer profiting from the price difference, the retail price dropped from 15 silver dollars per pair to 7 silver dollars per pair.

The price wasn't lowered further to prevent resale.

However, with the liberation of the whole country, the supply of goods was unified, and the retail price was calculated by the state-owned supply and marketing cooperatives.

Even if someone wanted to resell them, they couldn't possibly resell them from Shanghai to Shenyang, could they?

The essence of reselling is to profit by raising prices.

Lowering the price to 7 silver dollars was not only a way to benefit the people, but also a way to make money off the Kuomintang reactionaries.

As long as there is profit to be made, there will be people who resell the goods.

In liberated areas, where they couldn't be resold, they could still buy goods in Shanghai for 7 silver dollars and sell them in Guangzhou for 15 silver dollars.

The stockings are very thin and light; you can pack dozens of pairs into a bundle and take them with you. The shipping cost is just the cost of the journey.

You can still make a considerable profit from the price difference by going back and forth.

We can make money through these middlemen, so why not?

Lin Wan blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "What do you need stockings for?"

Although I know this guy is a stocking enthusiast, especially gray stockings.

But I only wanted to see girls wear it. Does this mean my hobby has evolved and I want to wear it myself now?

Just as I was wondering...

Chen Huai'an took out five pairs of stockings and casually tossed them aside.

He casually tossed aside these luxury items, which cost seven silver dollars a pair during the Republic of China era—almost equivalent to a month's wages for an ordinary worker.

I left only the plastic bag, carefully patted it to make sure the bag was clean.

Then I found a saw blade and packed it together with the plastic bag.

He laughed and said, "Alright, let's go!"

Tian Guorong hesitated for a moment, then nodded hesitantly, "Oh, okay!"

Lin Wan's big eyes darted around, and she vaguely guessed what was going on.

He secretly gave it a thumbs up and followed along with great anticipation.

If Xu Hongchuan, the chief spymaster, could be brought to justice, it would be a fatal blow to the spies operating in Shanghai.

Even the station chief has been arrested, how can the others maintain their morale?

Especially those on his line of work, even if they aren't caught, will lack funding and be forced to live under assumed names.

Even if they were not caught and brought to justice, the threat was gone.

Similar situations are not uncommon.

Especially in the 1980s and 1990s, many elderly people would tell their descendants their true identities on their deathbeds.

Perhaps they were forgotten, or perhaps the data was lost; they remained dormant their entire lives, never to be awakened in the end.

Woohoo!

Two jeeps and a monitoring vehicle drove out of the police station and headed towards Linsen Road.

When everyone arrived, they could see that the seal on the door was intact and had not been touched.

Many of the street thugs have been arrested and imprisoned for causing trouble.

Even if they were released, they wouldn't dare to face the iron fist again.

Therefore, they wouldn't dare touch the seals affixed by the People's Liberation Army even if they had a hundred lives.

Other spies, fearing it was a trap and thinking that the lack of guards meant things were relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside, dared not come.

After checking that the seal was correct, Tian Guorong tore off the seal he had affixed himself.

Pushing open the door, a cloud of dust immediately rose.

The house has been vacant for three months and is covered with a thick layer of dust.