Xiafei Road, Yin Mansion.

Zhang Yong woke up in a daze and looked at the time. It was soon eleven o'clock.

I looked sideways at the curtains. There was white light coming from outside. Oh, it should be daytime. I slept until almost noon. I was really tired last night.

Catherine is really a charming little fairy. She is playful and fun-loving. She has plenty of stamina.

She actually has no experience, but she still pretends to be experienced and refuses to admit defeat.

Fortunately, she got down to business later.

Get up, get dressed, open the curtains and look at the street not far away.

There is a newsstand there. It is located at the corner of the street. It is not very conspicuous. However, the middle-aged man guarding the kiosk is shown as a yellow dot on the map.

The yellow dot is good. It should be arranged by Shi Bingdao.

Zhang Yong and Shi Bingdao had previously made suggestions to increase the number of newsstands. Shi Bingdao should be doing it.

These newsstands serve as good observation posts when necessary.

He raised his binoculars and looked at the corner of the street farther away. There was also a newsstand there. However, there was no yellow dot on the stand guard. In other words, he was not an underground party. He might be an outside activist, or he might just be an ordinary person. After all,

The underground party does not have that many members to garrison every newsstand.

The telescope continued to rotate and stared at the second yellow spot discovered.

It turned out to be a tram driver, driving the No. 7 tram, slowly passing by nearby.

When the tram comes to the vicinity of the Paris on the Sea nightclub, it stops. Passengers get on and off. There is a yellow dot to get on. The tram continues to move forward.

At the next stop, get off at the yellow dot. You should have completed the meeting with the tram driver.

Of course, it's also possible that the two of them don't know each other at all. They might be underground parties on two separate lines.

There is actually a red dot on the tram...

There are also several red dots near the route...

Zhang Yong didn't take the telescope back until the tram left the 500-meter radius.

Shanghai beach is very lively.

There are many big bosses. They are obsessed with money and high-end games.

He is a rookie. He came in unexpectedly and seems to be able to find his own way to survive...

Wash.

Go downstairs.

A mansion is a mansion. Everything is as before. The windows are bright and clean. It is magnificent.

The crystal chandelier, which is said to be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, emits bright light.

well……

Rich people are good.

It would be nice if this Yin Mansion belonged to me.

A true winner in life...

I touched the gold-plated stair handrail. It was very clean. There was no dust.

It seems that someone has been arranged to clean it regularly...

But Zhang Yong couldn't remember the specific details.

Back then, he fought with Japanese spies in the concession and seized many houses.

It seems that later Tang Shengming gave him a house in a street. Not the whole street, but several houses of the Tang family on that street. They were all luxury houses.

I took out my notebook and found that there was no record in it.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. But I can't remember it now. Alas, noble people forget things...

By the way, I think of Tang Shengbao. I wonder if he is okay?

Vaguely, I seemed to have heard someone say that he was sent abroad so as not to be remembered in the country.

Alas, if it is true, the second generation of rich people are also in danger...

"Team leader."

"Team leader."

Others said hello one after another.

There are not many people living in Yin Mansion. Others are scattered to other nearby mansions.

There are many mansions on Xiafei Road. They all belong to big bosses or powerful families. Most of the time, no one lives in them. So Zhang Yong boldly "borrowed" them. Since there is no one at home, it would be a waste to leave them empty.

After staying here, it’s time to recover.

His map can accurately detect that there is no one in those mansions. With such convenience, there will never be any misunderstanding. If someone comes back temporarily, he will know it in time and notify the people inside to evacuate in advance, and everything will be fine.

The main character is Yan Guo Wuhen. Hehe.

"good."

"good."

Zhang Yong nodded and returned the courtesy.

Lunch was delivered and they had already eaten it.

Of course, there is also Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong eats alone.

Yuan Bin was caught by Catherine and sent to the room on the second floor. He didn't know what to talk about.

That's someone else's MI7 secret.

After eating, I came to the middle of the hall, sat on the sofa, crossed my legs, and picked up a cup of tea.

I have nothing else to do. I just want to drink tea.

"Ding dong!"

"Ding dong!"

Suddenly there was a doorbell ringing.

Zhang Yong had long noticed that someone was approaching but remained calm.

Zhong Yang went to open the door.

There is a postman outside the door. I don’t know if it is real or fake. Anyway, he is wearing a postman’s uniform.

He handed Zhong Yang a large and heavy envelope. Zhong Yang took it and put it in front of Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong picked up the envelope, opened the seal, and looked inside. Hmm, not bad. They are all green US dollars.

They are all in denominations of 10 yuan. They are very messy. There are probably more than 500 of them.

Catherine fulfilled her promise and asked someone to send 5,700 US dollars, which was a penny. Sure enough, she still had credibility. She was really rich.

Big benefactor!

I’ll have to fawn more carefully from now on…

Take out the dollar bills and put them in your pocket. No need for envelopes. They take up space.

His personal space is at a premium right now.

I frowned when I saw the stack of drawings. This thing takes up a bit of space!

I want to throw it away, but I don't want to.

What if it is important information?

I took out the stack of drawings and pondered them carefully, but I still couldn't figure it out.

He's really not good at this kind of detail.

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the microphone casually, knowing that someone was looking for him.

The Secret Service must have known about his visit to Yin Mansion.

Sure enough, the call came from Jia Tengying, "Shaolong, we are ready for another meeting."

"Where? When?" Zhang Yong asked casually.

"Afternoon. Jianhu Xiaozhu." Jia Tengying replied, "The Gestapo people have arrived. They will preside over the meeting in the afternoon."

"I know. I'll show up on time."

"Pay attention, Shaolong, there may be something special happening then..."

"The first and third departments want to join forces to deal with me?"

"They may have found some evidence against you. We don't know what it is."

"I see."

Zhang Yong put down the microphone.

Is it about the public affairs board?

Haha. When soldiers come, they will block it, and when water comes, the earth will cover it up. Who is afraid of whom?

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."
To be continued...