In an alley in the French Concession, the Shikumen residence was divided into many small units and rented out to refugees.
It was as narrow and cramped as a pigeon cage.
Living there was extremely depressing, but compared to those living on the streets, they were lucky to have a roof over their heads. .
Xu Tingge rented a pavilion and was currently sitting in the dark room, combing his hair with the faint light of a candle.
He had just gone out and spent two copper coins on a fashionable shave at the intersection.
Parted in the middle, people look particularly energetic.
The face in the mirror seems a bit unfamiliar, with a sad stubble, short cigarette butts, and confused eyes.
He is already forty years old and has accomplished nothing.
If he does not seize the opportunity in front of him, he may never turn around again.
Xu Tingge took out the tinplate hair wax jar he picked up from the trash can, wiped the last bit of hair wax from it with his fingers and rubbed it on his head.
He combed his hair meticulously with a broken comb with several broken teeth.
Scattered on the table were cigarette boxes, matches, and a Central Unification Agent Manual with a blue sky and white sun on the cover.
The bed was covered with shirts and old suits, and a large enamel tub was filled with hot water to use as an iron.
After a few ironing attempts, the hot water was gone.
Xu Tingge cursed secretly, took it out from under the pillow and pressed it all night.
He put on his suit trousers, the lines of which were straight and elegant.
He put on his shirt and tie, and posed in front of the mirror, but felt sad, remembering the time when he was pulling a rickshaw in Beijing.
Xu Tingge was not the only one who received the interview notice from the imperial agency.
Four or five of the down-and-out colleagues in the recruiting office received the same letter.
When Xu Tingge passed the Waibaidu Bridge in a rickshaw, he saw a friend named Wang standing dejectedly.
Smoking next to the railing.
"Old Wang, why don't you go in?"
Xu Tingge stopped the rickshaw, paid the fare, and came down to strike up a conversation.
"If you can't get in, the gate will not let you in, and you won't be informed."
Old Wang said.
"Didn't you say you came to the imperial office for an interview?"
Xu Tingge was puzzled.
"I told you, but they still don't let you in.
The people standing guard are all military police.
They are very arrogant and unreasonable."
Lao Wang was very angry and took out his cigarette case: "Here's one."
Xu Tingge smoked a cigarette and began to mutter in his mind, what tricks are the Japanese doing?
Could this be considered a kind of interview?
Agents should be good at adapting to changes.
If you can't even get into the Broadway Building, there is no need to go in for the interview. .
After smoking a cigarette and throwing the cigarette butt into the Suzhou River, Xu Tingge put on his top hat and prepared to try his luck.
When he came to the door, he saw that all the people coming in and out were well-dressed Japanese, and there were two military police stationed with pistols.
At the door, if you meet a familiar officer, you will stand at attention and salute.
Anyone you don't know, especially a Chinese, will definitely stop you and conduct a serious interrogation.
It's no wonder that Broadway Building is a famous high-end apartment in Shanghai.
It houses either senior generals of the imperial army or Japanese-funded clubs and secret service agencies.
It is an important place for military aircraft.
If cats and dogs can enter, who will ensure the safety of the princes.
Suddenly a car passed by.
Xu Tingge's sharp eyes recognized that the person in the car was an acquaintance named Luo Junqiang.
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He used to be a political instructor at the Army Academy.
Now he was dressed in decent clothes and was riding in a car.
He must have fallen into the water as well.
There was a flash of lightning in Xu Tingge's mind, and he quickly came to the door of the Broadway Building.
At this moment, the car stopped.
He opened the door and said very affectionately: "Lao Luo, hello, hello. " Luo Junqiang was startled, and then he recognized Xu Tingge from the Central Government.
Although he was not very familiar with him before, he had interacted with him once or twice.
Seeing that his leather shoes were polished and his trousers were straight, he thought he was here to greet him specially, so he quickly shook his hand.
Chilling: "Hello, Chief Xu, when did you arrive in Shanghai?"
Another person got out of the car.
He had a big back and round-framed glasses.
He was very impressive and impressive.
Xu Tingge was surprised.
Isn’t this Zhou Fohai, who once served as the Central Executive Committee Member and Propaganda Minister of the Kuomintang?
Zhou was a general of the Wang faction who appeared in Shanghai and Not surprising, it seems that I really made the right move with this move.
"Minister Zhou, welcome.
Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time."
Xu Tingge took off his hat and bowed to Zhou Fohai enthusiastically.
Zhou Fohai originally thought that he was unhappy to greet Luo Junqiang first, but now he felt very happy when he saw him bowing so deeply.
To save face, I thought he was sent to greet me from above, so he laughed and said, "Hello."
They entered the building while chatting, and the military police did not ask any questions.
Xu Tingge got on the elevator and was chatting and laughing all the way.
When he came down from the 11th floor, he said to Luo Junqiang: "I work here, come and have tea when I'm free."
"Absolutely."
Luo Jun said forcefully.
As the elevator continued to move up, Zhou Fohai asked casually: "Who is that?"
"I used to be a secret agent of the Central Unification Committee."
Luo Junqiang replied calmly.
Xu Tingge was the first interviewer to arrive at the imperial office.
He knocked on the door excitedly, but was rejected.
When he looked at the time, he saw that there were still five minutes left before the interview time, so he had to wait in the corridor.
At this time, the elevator door opened.
Several more people came up, and everyone inquired about each other.
Some came in pretending to be messengers, and some pretended to be Japanese.
In short, it was the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.
When the time is up, the interview begins.
It is unimaginably simple.
Each person is given an envelope with the interview task inside.
Xu Tingge also got an envelope with a piece of paper written inside, asking him to kill a detective named Ye Tianlong from the French Concession Patrol Room.
He was not required to complete it within a long time, but the shorter the time, the higher the score. high.
"Damn, this is a certificate of surrender."
Xu Tingge couldn't help but feel a headache.
He was very good at being clever, but killing people was just a bit interesting.
Zhongtong's strength was not assassination.
Think about it carefully, when recruiting people for the imperial agency, you must choose those who are wise and brave.
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If you sneak in, you are wise, and if you kill, you are brave.
What to do, there is only one way to go to the dark side.
A group of low-level spies from the former Central Military Commission came out of the Broadway Building.
They all sighed.
It was obvious that their task was also very difficult.
Some even tore up the envelope and threw it into the Suzhou River: "Damn it, I'm quitting this job."
"The Japanese really bully others.
Isn't it clear that they want us to die?"
Xu Tingge also expressed indignation, but he said in his heart, if you don't do it, I will do it.
But killing is not that simple, and it is even more difficult to kill a detective with a gun in the patrol house of the concession.
After killing him, it is difficult to escape intact.
Xu Tingge locked himself in the room and racked his brains, and finally figured out a plan.
He first tried to figure out what Ye Tianlong looked like.
This was very simple.
The detectives in the patrol room were all celebrities in the society.
Everyone knew him by name.
Then he started to follow Ye Tianlong and try to figure out the pattern of his actions.
Ye Tianlong goes to the patrol room every morning to order opium, then goes to the teahouse to drink tea, finds a restaurant for a meal at noon, and in the afternoon goes to the opium den to smoke a tube of opium, collecting the fees from a nearby street, and then goes to take a bath.
Dinner is also in the bathhouse.
There are always two bodyguards around him during the meal.
They have guns on their bodies and they are very vigilant.
It is not easy to get close to him.
The only way to attack him is when he is taking a shower.
Xu Tingge bought a knife, spent the few dollars he had left on him to buy a roast chicken, a bottle of white wine, and had a hearty meal.
He sharpened the knife quickly in the moonlight, and suddenly burst into tears, touching the blade and murmuring.
He murmured to himself: "Xu Er, it's not easy for you to get to where you are today.
If you want to look good, just work hard."
The knife was sharpened, and after drinking enough wine, he put on his clothes and took the knife and went straight to the bathhouse.
He took off his clothes, wrapped the knife in a towel and entered the steamy bathroom.
It happened that Ye Tianlong's two bodyguards had gone to eat, and only two of Ye Tianlong's bodyguards were left.
He was sitting alone in the small pool in the corner, closing his eyes and meditating, with a towel on his face, looking comfortable.
The visibility in the bathroom was very poor, and Xu Tingge became more courageous.
Without using a knife, he stepped forward and pushed Ye Tianlong into the pool, suppressing him with his body.
Ye Tianlong smoked opium all the year round, and his body had long been hollowed out.
He was too skinny to resist, and bubbles floated up from the bottom of the water.
Xu Tingge gritted his teeth and pressed his head tightly.
After a while, he finally stopped struggling and let go.
Ye Tianlong floated head down and died.
Xu Tingge was panting from exhaustion, and then he realized that Ye Tianlong's nails were deeply embedded in his calf.
He took a deep breath, put Ye Tianlong into the sitting position just now, lay on his back with his eyes closed, and then returned to the dressing room, put on his clothes in an orderly manner, and saw two bodyguards coming back when he went back to pay the bill.
After walking out of the bathroom, Xu Tingge broke out in a cold sweat.
He took out a cigarette and struck the match several times without rubbing it.
He found a corner to shelter from the wind and squatted down.
He felt that his legs and feet were weak and his heart was uncomfortable.
He smoked two cigarettes before he could calm down.
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He slowly came over and rolled up his pants.
He saw clear fingerprints on his calves, as if they had been grabbed by the devil.
Damn it, that little Japanese guy will get his trick someday and I'll beat you all to death," Xu Tingge scolded fiercely.
The next day, when Xu Tingge came to the Royal Agency Office on the 11th floor of Broadway Building again, he was greeted by the enthusiastic face of Yulong King Major: "Welcome to join, Xu Sang."
Xu Tingge, who had experienced the ordeal of life and death, just smiled faintly: "Ariardo."
King Yulong handed over a stack of banknotes: "Xu Sang, go order a better suit and buy a new pair of leather shoes."
"Ariado's paparazzi died immediately."
Xu Tingge's tone was a little more excited than before.
In fact, he not only bought new suits and leather shoes, but also new top hats and windbreakers, as well as wallets, belts, silk handkerchiefs, gold cufflinks and other things that could show his identity, in order to fit his status as the spy leader of the agency.
Sitting in his office in the Broadway Building, basking in the sun, drinking tea, and looking at the news in the newspaper that "Inspector from the Criminal Investigation Department drowned in a bathtub," Xu Tingge was very proud of himself.
He confidently told King Yulong that the eight operatives he had previously recruited were all low-level street gangsters and were simply not worthy of their responsibilities.
They must all be dismissed and re-recruited.
The specific training plan has been laid out by himself, written in thousands of words, from discipline to specifics.
The operating code is a complete copy of Zhongtong's secret agent training code.
King Yulong admired Xu Tingge very much, but he told his new subordinate that Yulong had no money and everything had to start from scratch.
"In two days, a batch of goods will be shipped from Tianjin.
By then we will have sufficient funds."
King Yulong said.
"Excuse me, sir, what kind of goods is it?"
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