July 1937.

The temperature in Nanjing is getting higher and higher, and the sultry weather oppresses the mouth and nose, and when you breathe, you seem to be able to smell the smell of fire.

Even those locals who have lived in Nanjing since childhood are constantly complaining about the weather.

This is just the beginning, and once August begins, the whole city will be a real furnace.

The news that has been bad in Peking has come.

The north, east, and south sides were already under the control of the Japanese army.

The only external passage in Beiping is the last one:

Lugou Bridge!

At this time, the Japanese army continued to conduct military exercises near the Lugou Bridge.

Will there be a war?

Maybe...... No?

Japan doesn't want to really fight?

There are still many people who are lucky.

The only person who never had any illusions about it was one person:

Meng Shaoyuan!

If you don't fight, you will fight, and once you fight, it will be a big fight.

A war that lasts for years!

His people are ready.

They didn't know when the war would break out, but they trusted Meng Shaoyuan.

After entering July, Meng Shaoyuan began to dispatch spies to Shanghai under various pretexts.

A piece of information from Beiping also flew to Dai Li's desk.

Dai Li, too, has noticeably become more reticent.

July 7, 1937, the end of the second month of the lunar calendar.

When the eyes of the morning spread out to the earth, no one realized what this day meant for China.

Meng Shaoyuan entered the second place at 7:30 a.m.

He was holding two buns and a fritter in his hand.

As soon as he entered the office, he first fetched himself two kettles of water, made tea, and then took out a newspaper and read it while eating breakfast.

Laid back.

However, if you look closely, you will find that his right hand holding the newspaper is so hard that the edges of the newspaper have been pinched and deformed.

After breakfast, he held a small meeting to review the work of the past few days.

At lunchtime, his appetite was better than usual, and he looked in a good mood, and he made a few jokes with Xiang Shounong.

When it was almost 12 o'clock, Dai Li also came to the cafeteria to eat.

He called Meng Shaoyuan, who had just finished eating, to sit down beside him, asked about his recent work, and then asked, "Is there anything going on today?" ”

Meng Shaoyuan's answer was a little strange: "Today...... It's peaceful......"

Dai Li looked at him strangely.

"Ah, it's nothing, Mr. Dai." Meng Shaoyuan came back to his senses at this time.

"Oh, then you can help me with a personal business."

Dai Li's voice lowered: "Director of the Supervision Yuan, there are batches of personal supplies to be sent to Hong Kong, but I have encountered some trouble at the airport, you can help solve it." The director has done me a favor, so this time I will repay his personal favor. ”

"Okay."

Meng Shao agreed without thinking about it......

The matter asked by the director was not a difficult thing for Meng Shao. Went to the airport and it was solved in twenty minutes.

When I went back, it was Song Deng's car.

Meng Shaoyuan kept his eyes slightly closed, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Song Deng, do you know what our director in charge transported to Hong Kong?" ”

"I don't know." Song Deng replied honestly.

"Relics, antiques." Meng Shaoyuan opened his eyes: "Our director, good antiques, good celebrity calligraphy and paintings, has collected a lot over the years." As for him, he had a little wife before, and he didn't dare to let the eldest wife know, but it happened that the little wife had it in her belly again, so the director simply sent her to Hong Kong. Tsk, enjoy the blessings of all people, are you envious? ”

"What is there to envy?" Song Deng smiled: "That's his ability." ”

"Ability? What a fart. Meng Shaoyuan also sneered: "These officials, the ability to make money to marry a little wife must be there, others?" I think he asked you to be the director, and you must be better than him. ”

Song Deng also didn't have an interface.

He just felt that Section Chief Meng was speaking a little strangely today.

But he couldn't tell what was weird......

"Boss Meng."

When I returned to the second place, I reported to Dai Li, and as soon as I entered the office, I saw that Ren Yinghao was already waiting there.

As soon as he saw Meng Shaoyuan come in, Ren Yinghao immediately called out respectfully "Boss Meng": "We have already dealt with the real estate in the west of the city, and it was bought by Boss Zhao of Huamao Commercial Bank. There are several other properties that have also found buyers. When Xu Deshan was in charge of Hang Lung, he bought a lot of properties, but we have been selling them one after another for most of the year. ”

"The rest, also speed up, and it doesn't hurt if the price is lower." Meng Shaoyuan immediately said: "By the way, what about our two-story building in Pukou?" ”

"As you ordered, we approached the Hidden Wild Society. President Akihara was very interested in that small building, but the price was very low, only two-thirds of the price we offered. ”

"Fuck, what is Xu Deshan doing with so much real estate?" Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but scold: "Sell, sell, don't say two-thirds, half of the price is sold, you will go to Akihara Xijiang in a while, just say...... Anyway, why are you in such a hurry to sell, you can make up your own excuses. ”

Headache.

More than half a year has passed, and the original properties of Xu Deshan and Hang Lung have still not been sold.

The current Meng Shaoyuan doesn't want a house, he wants a white ocean.

"Xiao Ren, close the door."

Ren Yinghao obediently closed the door.

Meng Shaoyuan pondered there for a while: "Xiao Ren, today's words are only said in this room. There is going to be a war, and it is a big fight, and Nanjing may not be able to keep it. Your affairs in Nanjing will be dealt with as soon as possible, originally, I wanted to transfer you to Shanghai, but there is Xu Chengbo, a professional manager hired by Lu Yixuan, who is in charge of Shanghai. But the problem is that to ensure that our smuggling routes are unblocked, Nanjing also needs to keep a competent person. Moreover, I will need information here in the future. ”

Ren Yinghao said calmly: "Boss Meng, I'll stay in Nanjing." ”

"You don't understand what I mean." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't elaborate on many things: "As I said, Nanjing may not be able to be saved, and it will be very, very dangerous for you to stay here." ”

"Boss Meng, I understand." Ren Yinghao didn't look scared at all: "I'm an orphan, I don't care, and don't worry, if something really happens, I have a way." ”

Meng Shaoyuan looked at him, and said after a while: "Ren Yinghao, please." ”

"You're the boss, I'm your buddy, and that's what I'm supposed to do." Ren Yinghao still didn't have much expression on his face: "It's just that if that day really comes, maybe I will do a lot of things out of the ordinary." ”

"No matter what you do, gambling, smoking opium, playing with women, buying and selling, I don't care." Meng Shaoyuan stared at him deadly: "But I only have one request, don't be a traitor!" ”

"Ren Yinghao will not be a traitor if he dies."

"Okay, by the way, how's the evacuation going?" Meng Shaoyuan remembered this important event.

"We have evacuated more than a dozen groups of people before and after, most of them went to Chongqing, and some of them are unwilling to leave no matter how much they are persuaded to leave."

Meng Shaoyuan's expression was a little gloomy: "Forget it, if you really don't want to go, let them go." Yinghao, in a while, there will be a big retreat in Nanjing, remember, you have to be fully prepared before that, the scene at that time will be very chaotic. ”

Ren Yinghao nodded.

He positioned himself as a guy who helped Boss Meng do things, so no matter what Boss Meng asked, he would do his best to complete it.

He just really didn't understand, listening to what Boss Meng meant, Nanjing would definitely be lost.

That's our capital, so many troops, can't even hold the capital?

"Alright, let's go." Meng Shaoyuan looked a little tired: "Don't move too much of these things, do them quietly." ”

"Then I'll go, Boss Meng."

Ren Yinghao calmly left the office.

Meng Shaoyuan sat down, stayed there for a while, opened the drawer, and took out a pistol from it.

He played with the pistol stupidly, looked at it stupidly, and didn't move.

There was a knock on the door outside.

He put away his pistol: "Come in." ”

It was Zhu Yanni who came in: "Young master, Xiang Shounong said that he would go to Ma Xiangxing for dinner together in the evening, and asked if you would go." ”

"I'm on duty today." Meng Shaoyuan made an excuse: "Fuck, it's going to be worth it until tomorrow morning, you guys go ahead." ”

"That's it."

"That's right, Xiao Zhu, tell the canteen before getting off work, send my food to the office, by the way, open a small stove for me, make a few more delicious food, and get a bottle of wine."

"Ouch, you haven't eaten Ma Xiangxing's food, and you're going to make up for it."

Meng Shaoyuan smiled......

July 7, 1937, 9 p.m.

The exercises of the Japanese have already begun, right?

Meng Shaoyuan took a sip of wine and ate a mouthful of food.

The pistol, right within his reach.

It was as if the next moment a Japanese person would rush in.

10 o'clock.

I've already drunk half a bottle of wine.

It's almost there, I can't drink it anymore.

He picked up his rice bowl and gulped it down.

He was actually full of food, but he still forced himself to eat a bowl of rice.

When you are full, you have strength.

10:15.

Meng Shaoyuan got up, took two stools, set up a wooden plank, lay down on them, and closed his eyes.

Late, 11:55 a.m.

The phone on the desk rang sharply.

Meng Shaoyuan got up and took the phone:

"It was reported that an urgent telegram came from Beiping, and at 7:30 p.m., the Japanese army in Beiping began exercises. At 22:40, the Japanese army claimed that gunshots had been heard in the exercise area and that a Japanese soldier Kikujiro Shimura was missing, and forcibly asked to enter Wanping City, the garrison of the Chinese garrison, to search for it, but the 1st Regiment of our 29th Army sternly refused. The Japanese army began to deploy for battle, and there were signs of attacking our Wanping. ”

"Got it." Meng Shaoyuan's answer was so calm: "Notify Director Dai immediately." ”

"Yes."

The phone was hung up.

Here we go?

Here we go!

In one minute, a new day is about to begin.

It was July 7th, 1937!