The reason why he came to find Nakamura when he first arrived in Shanghai was naturally to give Nakamura an illusion: Qi Xisheng had no bottom in his heart and was desperate to get his help.

Nakamura avoided him, and it was not very strange that Fang Buwei did not do it.

It's the same as boiling eagles, it's about patience.

Fang Bu is not very ambitious, naturally he will not be in a hurry, he can follow Nakamura's rhythm, step by step, or according to his own plan, lead Nakamura's nose step by step.

But there was only one ultimate goal: to find a way to get close to the center of the Japanese army.

It is naturally best to be able to go undercover, and if you can't go undercover, you must also maximize the role of the system.

Fang Buwei always felt that his previous path was a little deviated.

This time, it was the path he chose after learning from the pain and analyzing it repeatedly.

Fang Buwei looked at the direction of the Huangpu River, and said in his mouth: Heroic martyrs, if you have knowledge under the spring, see how I avenge you!

The car drove out of Father Jin Road, and after making sure that there was no tail behind him, Fang Buwei quietly got out of the car.

Now that you're here, you're going to pay homage to them anyway......

Fang Buwei walked forward unhurriedly, as if he was shopping.

Walk through an alley on the left, go around an alley on the right, and when you see something you like, you will buy some of it.

After walking for more than three hours, Fang Buwei carried two large cloth bags and walked to the mouth of Suzhou Creek in the north of the Bund.

Although it was nearly dark, the Anglo-American concession on the south bank of Suzhou Creek was still densely populated with pedestrians and traffic, but the north of the river bank where the battle had been fought was ruined and scorched.

At the time of the Battle of Songhu, north of the mouth of the Suzhou Creek, it was the defense area of the 88th Division, and it was also the place where the battle was most intense.

The 88th Division was replenished five times, and more than 30,000 officers and men died here.

The place where Fang Bu bombed the tank and hit the plane was less than two kilometers away.

Fang Buwei looked at the riverbank uncertainly, and his thoughts flew, as if he had returned to the time two years ago, when he fought side by side with the soldiers of the 88th Division.

Brothers, I've come to see you......

He slowly squatted down, placed the two cloth bags on the ground, and pulled out the contents in the same way.

Shochu, yellow paper, incense candles......

Fang Buwei opened a bottle of soju and slowly spilled it on the ground.

After spilling the wine, he took out another handful of incense and stuck it on the ground, and finally lit a few wads of yellow paper.

The red flames swayed with the river breeze, turning Fang Buwei's face into blood red......

At this time, three steamers loaded with goods were struggling against the river and sailed into the mouth of Suzhou Creek.

Every boat was filled with rice bales, and the steamer had a deep draft and drove very slowly.

On the bow of the ship was a blue flag that read "Shanghai Refugee Relief Association".

In addition, there were seven or eight men in black clothes and black trousers, with big shoulders and round waists, on each boat, with their hands pressed on the box cannon at their waists, staring at the river bank with fierce eyes.

They were not guarding against the Japanese, but against the refugees.

After the fall of Nanjing, all parts of East China fell into the hands of the Japanese, and the news of the Nanjing Massacre spread, and countless refugees poured into the concession under panic.

To add insult to injury, in order to prevent the Nationalist Government from smuggling supplies from Shanghai, the Japanese blocked the coastline and wharves, and the most direct consequence was to cause the price of rice in Shanghai to skyrocket.

In less than two years, the price of rice in Shanghai has risen fourfold.

What should I do if I don't have anything to eat?

You can only rely on grabbing.

It is no longer news that rice shops and rice trucks in the concession are robbed from time to time.

In order to stabilize the situation, Fu Xiao'an, the mayor of Shangdi City, discussed with the commander-in-chief of the Japanese army in Shanghai, Shunroku Hata, and finally decided to open part of the commercial wharf and authorized several public welfare welfare organizations to operate the rice and grain business.

The Shanghai Refugees Association is one of the largest.

The chairman is Yu Qiaqing, a staunch anti-Japanese industrial leader.

It is the same reason as allowing Yu Erjun and Hu Fanghu to restore Shanghai's pharmaceutical market, knowing that Yu Qiaqing will take the opportunity to carry private goods, and is more likely to smuggle materials for the national army, but the Japanese military government has to pinch its nose and agree.

These rice were transported back from Yangon and Saigon by Yu Qiaqing and the Sino-Italian steamship company organized by the Italian businessman Teminazzi in partnership.

When these rice are shipped to Shanghai, they will all be sold at a low price, and Yu Qiaqing not only did not make any money in this business, but also posted a lot of it.

The part he took out and pasted it all to the Italians......

The rice pulled by these three ships was unloaded from the large cargo ship that had just arrived at Jinshan Port.

In addition to rice, a few people were also picked up.

The person who was picked up was Chen Haoqiu, the former mayor of Shanghai, and Chen Gongshu, the head of North China.

A month ago, Chen Gongshu was sent by Ma Chunfeng to Hanoi to assassinate Wang Jingwei, but unfortunately he planned for more than a month, and finally fell short, and only killed Wang's secretary Zeng Zhongming.

The French colonial authorities expected that it must be the spies of the Chongqing government, so after receiving the news, they blocked the main communication routes to Guangxi and Yunnan.

Chen Gongshu was really not confident that he could get out of the rainforest in Vietnam alive, so in desperation, he contacted Ma Chunfeng.

Through Du Yuesheng, Ma Chunfeng learned that Yu Qiaqing's people were collecting rice in Saigon, and after several twists and turns, he contacted Yu Qiaqing, and then informed Chen Gongshu that he had traveled from Hanoi to Saigon before returning in a rice boat.

The stevedores and hooligans on these three ships were all pretended to be Chen Gongshu and Chen Haoqiu.

Chen Gongshu was hiding in the middle of a pile of rice stacks, watching a roast chicken swallow saliva, but he didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

In addition to chickens, there is also a flower sculpture at his feet.

I still didn't dare to move.

He is also a top student from the Qingpu training class, and he knows some medical knowledge.

I have been floating on the sea for more than ten days, and I have never seen a green vegetable except for rice or rice.

If you really dare to eat and drink, it would be hellish not to pull him to dehydration.

"You bastard did it on purpose, didn't you?" Chen Gongshu scolded.

Chen Haoqiu is a native of Qionghai and grew up by the sea, can he still not know this?

"Do you like to eat or not?" Chen Haoqiu rolled his eyes.

Where would he admit that he was negligent, he didn't expect this.

Just thinking that Chen Gongshu died nine times and almost left his life in Vietnam, how can he be rewarded.

How do you know he can't eat it?

"Eat a fart!"

Chen Gongshu looked greedy, but he didn't dare to speak, and in a fit of anger, he threw all the chicken and wine off the boat.

With the sound of wine and meat falling into the water, there was another exclamation of "Hi yo" from the side of the boat.

Chen Haoqiu and Chen Gongshu thought they had hit someone, and subconsciously looked at the side of the boat.

The two saw that one of the subordinates standing by the boat was pointing to the shore and exclaiming: "Good man, dare to do this under the nose of the devil......

Chen Haoqiu and Chen Gongshu looked at each other and saw a small fire burning by the river, and a man in a suit was throwing something like paper money into the fire.