Meng Shaoyuan noticed Kong Jianshan's move.

He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, spread it flat on the table, opened it, and took out a neatly folded silk scarf from it.

He carefully wiped the tableware in front of him, very carefully, as if he was rubbing a priceless antique.

And Ayako Ito, who was next to him, and the two bodyguards, were not surprised, and they had no intention of helping at all.

After all the careful wiping, this is not the end.

Kong Jianshan took out a bottle and a set of small tweezers from his right pocket.

It was filled with medical cotton balls.

He took out the small tweezers, carefully took the cotton ball from the bottle, and continued to wipe the dishes.

Then, he threw aside all the used silk scarves and cotton balls.

He has a habit of cleanliness.

And it's a very serious cleanliness habit.

A bodyguard on the side picked up his used silk scarf and cotton ball, and threw it towards a paper basket that was far away from the side.

A cotton ball fell outside the paper basket.

Kong Jianshan coughed, and the bodyguard hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the cotton ball and threw it back into the paper basket.

Pretty hygienic?

But Meng Shaoyuan soon knew that he was wrong.

Kong Jianshan put the wiped tableware neatly.

After glancing at it, he moved a fork slightly upwards to align it with the dinner knife, and then sat up straight with satisfaction.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Kong Jianshan not only has a habit of cleanliness, but also obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Both of these conditions are neuropsychiatric diseases, which are "terminal diseases" for which there is no good treatment.

Meng Shaoyuan was too clear at this point.

The more stressful it is, the more severe the symptoms appear.

There is no doubt that Kong Jianshan, who is on the run, is under great pressure every day.

"Let's go."

Meng Shaoyuan stood up.

Tian Qi was stunned, this is leaving?

Not yet.

Meng Shaoyuan calmly walked out of the hotel, and outside, the two coachmen were still waiting diligently.

"Boss, how are you?"

"Alright." Meng Shaoyuan just wanted to get into the car, when he saw a newsboy not far away waving the newspaper in his hand: "Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, today's news." The Chinese delegation participated in the Berlin Olympic Games...... Ball King Lee Wai Tong led his team to defeat Hong Kong Football Team ......"

Olympic games? Football team?

Meng Shaoyuan has always been a fan, so he called the newsboy over and bought a newspaper at that time.

Look at what the Chinese Olympic team and football team looked like during the Republic of China.

"Boss, where are you going?" The coachman asked politely.

"Turn."

"Turn?"

"Hmm." Meng Shaoyuan got into the car: "Take me around the small alleys nearby." ”

"Okay, boss, sit down." The two coachmen must be excited, this is a big business, do it today, you don't have to worry about losing business for a few days.

At a glance, the coachman knew that Meng Shaoyuan was originally from other places, and this kind of foreign people came to Shanghai, and they must visit the local customs.

Therefore, the coachman often also shoulders the work of explaining, and the waiting guests are satisfied, so the reward must be indispensable.

After crossing an alley, the coachman stopped to introduce himself.

The origins, allusions, and people who live in these alleys are not unknown to the coachman.

For example, there is an alley called "Fenchangli", but the real name should be "Manure Yard".

Why?

It is inhabited by manure pullers and their families.

Later, I thought that "in the dung field" was not good, so I changed the name to "in the sub-field".

Almost every household in Shanghai has a toilet, and from 4 a.m. to 8 a.m. every morning, someone pulls a manure truck to each lane to collect the toilet.

These hired workers filled the dung trucks and pulled them to the dung docks to sell them to the dung boat farmers, and their boss was the "dung tyrant" in the public and French concessions at that time.

"Wait." Meng Shaoyuan listened curiously: "There are bullies in this industry?" ”

"Yes, why not? Sir, be quiet, it's not good to be heard by them. The coachman said while pulling the car: "Do you want to underestimate these bags of dung, and you will make money by handing over the customs." They are contracted to the concession, they own thousands of dung trucks, they pay the workers 8 yuan a month to pull the car, and then remove the contract money, and some tips for the patrol house, they can make more than 10,000 yuan a month, sir, Nong said to make money, right? ”

Boy.

Meng Shaoyuan couldn't have imagined that this industry was still so profitable?

"Early on, the dung head of the concession is a woman named Huang Jinrong, called Sister Agui. Later, Sister A Gui died, and her third son, Ma Honggen, was inherited by the nickname 'Ma Laosan'. There are more than a dozen houses on Pingjili Road alone. ”

Meng Shaoyuan listened to it and was convinced.

Make money by exploiting the dung pullers, then buy a house, and then rent out the house, and make money from the money, which is a million profits.

"Sir, Shanghai is a world of flowers, and it doesn't matter if you come to Bai Xiangxiang, but if you want to do business in Shanghai, those bosses must go to worship Menzi." The more the driver talked, the more energetic he became:

"Let's whisper, don't you want to spread it. There are casino tyrants in casinos, smoke stalls have cigarette tyrants, and even vegetable markets have vegetable tyrants. Nong has to pay an entrance fee to get in. ”

Meng Shaoyuan asked: "Then what if I take it out in the vegetable market?" ”

"At that moment, the vegetable stall was smashed, and if people were not injured, it would be considered to burn high incense." The coachman smiled and said, "The worst is the human trafficker." One is for boys and is called 'picking stones', and the other is for girls, it's called 'picking mulberry leaves'. Boys are sold to work as coolies, and girls are unlucky and are sold to brothels. Oh, sir, the front is Tongqingli, Shanghai is famous, Mr. is going to play Xialash? ”

"No, no." Meng Shaoyuan refused.

The coachman introduced him to the high-class brothel, which is in the Fuzhou Road Club in the public concession, commonly known as "Changsan Tangzi".

Medium, behind the Ningbo Hotel in the Zhuangyuan Building on Fuzhou Road, is called "Qi Ertangzi".

The lowest-level brothels, in the area from Aidoya Road and Zhubao 3rd Road to Zhengjiamuqiao Fujian South Road, close to the original French Concession, specially received foreign sailors, known as "saltwater girls".

Meng Shaoyuan's brows furrowed tightly when he heard this.

This is nothing, the most hateful thing is still those "international passport dealers".

Because the trafficked people are crowded in the cabin, like the caught yellow croaker, commonly known as "selling yellow croaker". In this way, they lured the woman to Portugal and then went to France, and the girl was taken by them to France to dance the little foot dance.

People in a foreign land are insulted.

It's a pity that these are commonplace in Shanghai, especially in the public concession, where these bullies are even more lawless.

Chinese laws do not work, and foreign laws do not work.

The coachman took Meng Shaoyuan around for a day, from the Licha Hotel to the International Hotel, and basically walked all over the streets and alleys along the way.

When he got out of the car, Meng Shaoyuan gave the driver double the fare.

This made the two coachmen happy and overwhelmed, and repeatedly said that the boss would call them next time he used the car.

"If the country is backward, the national situation will rot, and the people will not be able to make a living."

When he walked into the International Hotel, Meng Shaoyuan said this to himself.