A plaster statue, a large central hall, and a hollow wooden screen.

Inside, all the guns are hidden, which are specially used for sniping.

It's too late, so you can only choose the lightest and least eye-catching.

Fang Buwei stuffed a few more grenades in his clothes, put two bombs in his purse, and finally lifted the wooden screen and walked out of the safe house.

A pair of Ying Qiqi, as well as a sniper scope, are hidden in the base of the screen.

Fang Buwei got out of the safe house, and there were already people working on the dock.

He didn't dare to stop, deliberately walked out of the dock, walked a street, and called two porters.

Fang Buwei sat in a rickshaw, and two porters carried a screen and followed behind Fang Buwei.

When passing Jiangxi Road, Fang Buwei stopped for a moment and made a call on the public telephone on the side of the road.

"Please pick up Central 269!" Fang Buwei said to the operator.

269 is the phone number of the mansion at 810 Foch Road in Shanghai, and the owner of the mansion is Abraham, the owner of the Yifeng building.

This is an Anglo-Jew, in the early years, he started by smuggling opium into China, and founded a trading house called Yifeng Foreign Company, whose headquarters is in Yifeng Building.

From the beginning of the twentieth century to the 10s, Abraham was widely regarded as the richest man in Shanghai.

After the ban on smoking in Shanghai, Abraham changed his business strategy and focused on ocean transportation, import and export trade, leasing and gold agency.

Yu Erjun's ocean company has a very frequent business relationship with Yifeng Foreign Company.

After arriving in Shanghai, Fang Buwei also visited this person in person as Qi Xisheng.

In addition, Qi Xisheng's identity is an American, and after arriving in Shanghai, he joined the "Shanghai Anglo-American Joint Chamber of Commerce" as a member.

Abraham is one of the five trustees of the Chamber.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Fang Buwei can remember this address and this phone number.

The phone was connected, and Fang Buwei reported to his home: "Hello, I am Xie Zhuming, the comprador of Shichang Foreign Bank, and I have a gift from Hong Kong to Shanghai, which needs to be sent to your bank, please help me and I will call your housekeeper!" ”

It was already dawn, and Fang Buwei didn't want to make a disturbance in advance, alarming the Japanese on the other side of the Suzhou Creek, so the method of climbing the building was no longer usable.

I can only find a way to dive in openly.

However, the guards of Yifeng Foreign Bank are very strict, and there is already a management model of "one card and one person" for the property in later generations.

And this time, he didn't have time to go anywhere to get a pass.

You can only use this method to fool around.

The person who answered the phone could be a domestic helper or something like that, "Wait a minute!" He went to call someone again.

The owner of the phone booth looked at Fang Buwei in a suit and leather shoes, and then looked at Shi Chang and Yang Xing across the street.

It's so close, why don't you call at your own company, how much money is it?

Also, this kid dares to claim to be Boss Xie?

The boss only thought that Fang Buwei was some manager of Shichang Foreign Bank, thinking that he must not dare to disturb the boss so early, so he pretended to be here.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Xiao Lao did not think crookedly.

Who would have thought that a random phone call would be the number one killer in Shanghai?

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

Time was too tight, and he couldn't do it as well as he did before, trying not to leave a trace.

The sequelae left behind are not small: the two safe houses on the small pier may not be saved.

If you can't keep it, you can't keep it, there are other places, it's a big deal, and I'll find a way to build two more in the future.

But if he is asked to give up this opportunity, it is absolutely impossible.

The phone was picked up again, and as soon as he heard the voice, Fang Buwei knew that this was Abraham's butler and Li Shumei, the financial manager of Yifeng Foreign Bank.

Fang Buwei had seen it more than once, and he had also said a few words.

Also Jews, but also Chinese.

He used to be a farmer in Henan, but at the beginning of this century, he fled to Shanghai with his father Li Jingsheng, and was taken in by the "Chinese Jewish Rescue Association" founded by Abraham.

used to be a handyman of Yifeng Foreign Company, because of his diligence and honesty, he was selected by Abraham and sent to the "Shanghai Jewish Relief School", which was also founded by Abraham, to study, and after graduation, he managed the accounts of Yifeng Foreign Company, and gradually became Abraham's housekeeper.

Now it's time to put your skills to the test.

They are both British-owned firms, and they are both Chinese employees of British-owned firms, and their ranks are not low, so Li Shumei and Xie Zhuming are very familiar with each other.

He adjusted his voice slightly, imitating Xie Zhuming's voice: "Hello Manager Li, I am Xie Zhuming, Mr. He Dong entrusted me to do a gift from Hong Kong, give it to me, and send it to Yifeng Building......"

Fang Buwei said He Dong, that is, Sir He Dong, the richest man in Hong Kong, and his second son, He Shili, used to be the artillery commander of the Northeast Army, and Fang Buwei saved him once when he was in the United States.

Just borrow the name of Mr. He Dong, so that there is no pressure.

"Mr. He Dong consigned it? Okay, I know, Manager Xie, wait a minute, I'll go over right away,......" Li Shumei responded.

"No, you don't need Manager Li to receive it personally!"

Fang Buwei smiled and said: "Because I don't have time, I can only send someone to send it over, so I called you, mainly because I want you to call your bank and let my people send things up......"

"It's okay, I just want to accompany Mr. and go to the embassy, then I won't go......" Li Shumei smiled, "Trouble Manager Xie, I invite you to drink another day!" ”

The two of them said a few polite words, and then hung up the phone.

"Twenty cents by your patronage!" The boss nodded and said.

Although the boss said US dollars, it was much cheaper than five years ago, when Fang Buwei made a phone call every time he went to Shanghai.

Fang Buwei handed over a dollar bill, and said lightly: "No need to look for it!" ”

"Thank you boss!" The little boss quickly bowed to Fang Buwei.

I didn't expect to make a small fortune as soon as I opened my eyes?

The boss knew very well in his heart that the extra part was to give him hush money.

Fang Buwei re-ordered a rickshaw and walked to the Bund.

When we arrived at the Bund, it was nearly eight o'clock.

The Yifeng Building is full of traffic and dense crowds, and it is not an ordinary bustle.

When he arrived downstairs, Fang Buwei ran out of money, Shi Shiran got out of the rickshaw, took two workers, and walked to the door of the building.

Guarding the door were two Indian security guards, dark and strong.

In addition, there was a tall and thin Chinese standing, the suit did not fit well, and some clothes were large.

"It was sent by Manager Xie, right?"

Before Fang Buwei could speak, the tall and thin man asked first.

"Yes, it's hard work!" Fang Buwei shook the slender man's hand, and pointed to the screen again, "It's a Nanmu screen, where do you see it?" ”

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