My Spy Years

  Chapter 402 White Russia (please subscribe and ask for tickets)

   "Of course, with Brother Fan here, your kid is destined to live a long life and be safe and sound." Cheng Qianfan said with a laugh.

   After rubbing the hair of the 'Little Junior Brother' vigorously, Cheng Qianfan put it down, greeted his master and his wife, and left.

  Get into his car, start the car, and drive away in no hurry.

  Cheng Qianfan lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, smiled and shook his head.

  Ma Yishou is the kind of person who is shrewd in small things and will not make big mistakes in big things, but will inevitably be confused at times. Today's words are not like what this master Ma can say.

   "Master is able to marry Master's wife, it is a blessing from Ma's family in his previous life." Cheng Qianfan praised in his heart.

  …

   "Your old Ma's family can have a daughter-in-law like me, and it has been smoked for eight lifetimes." Mrs. Ma said pointing at the old horse in the yard.

  The old horse flattened his mouth, took a sip of his wine, and said nothing.

   "But according to what I said and what Qian Fan said?" Shi Niang asked.

  The old horse was silent and nodded slightly.

  Before Cheng Qianfan came, the woman told him that Cheng Qianfan would come to visit sooner or later, and would most likely bring Tan Detai's smiling tiger greeting.

  The woman told him how to speak.

   She even asked questions, forcing him to practice in advance.

   "I always feel..." Lao Ma finally said.

   "What do you think?" Mrs. Ma scolded, "You don't have that ability yourself...Of course, we don't care about the ability to work hard. I just hope that in this troubled world, I can live in peace and stability, and my family will be free from illness and disaster."

   "Old Ma, don't be foolish."

   "You have no power in your hands. In this world, we don't bully, nor can we be bullied, so we have to find a reliable backer. Although Qianfan is your apprentice, you also know..."

   "I understand, I understand." The old horse shook his head irritably and said, he pointed to his son again, "You made Jun Tian say those things?"

   "It's me, what's the matter?" Mrs. Ma questioned, "I worked my life for others just to keep the little one at home."

  Lao Ma looked at his wife, then at his son, surprisingly did not refute, poured himself a glass of wine, and gulped it down.

  He knew that his wife did not say a word, which could also be interpreted as a statement of allegiance in a sense.

  …

  Henry Road, 58th Lane.

   "Is everyone here?"

  Qiao Chuntao glanced at the Belarus standing in a row next to the corner, and asked calmly.

   The person who was questioned by him was an old White Russian man wearing a top hat.

  The old man had a pipe in his mouth, took a sharp puff, and found that the pipe was extinguished, he knocked the pipe against the wall resentfully, and answered in half-baked Shanghai dialect.

  Qiao Chuntao understood. What the other party meant was that time was running short, and there were only these people.

  Qiao Chuntao nodded to Jiang Laosan.

   "Sixty French coins per person, one night's employment." Jiang Laosan held a thick stack of French coins in his hand, "If you say something first, there may be no danger, and you can go home tomorrow, or you may be unlucky and dead."

  When the Belarusians heard the news, their faces were weird. Some were thinking in silence, and some were communicating with their companions in low voices.

   Someone yelled that the price was too low and asked for a price increase.

   However, no one left.

   These are white Russians suffering from hunger and cold.

  Earning sixty French coins a night, this is something they can't even imagine in their dreams. (PS1)

  Although the old man Sumanrokov will take away twenty-four French currency, but if they live frugally, thirty-six French currency is enough for them to live a life without hunger for half a month.

  Qiao Chuntao looked at the crowd coldly, and he was observing the reactions of these White Russians.

   He won’t use those White Russians who are clamoring for more money.

  Most of these people are strong and strong men with good physical fitness and lack of greed, which will be a safety hazard.

  There are a lot of white Russians on the beach.

  More than ten years ago, with the failure of the Belarusian provisional government loyal to the Tsar, tens of thousands of Belarusians began to flee Vladivostok and enter China.

   Among them, a considerable number of Belarusians came to Shanghai, the Far Eastern metropolis.

  The Belarusians who just came to Shanghai are mostly poor. They can neither speak English nor Shanghainese.

  In order to survive, the nobles and high-level intellectuals among these people will teach ballet, open cafes, and restaurants as their main means of livelihood.

  These down-and-out White Russians are in stark contrast to other wealthy foreigners in the concession.

  In the beginning, because of the natural fear of foreigners, the Chinese people were deceived by Belarus.

  Later, the whole of Shanghai knew that these White Russians were different from those British, Americans, and French, and the reason was very straightforward:

  In the nightclub, many White Russian dancers came almost overnight.

   Even the half-closed door has a White Russian woman.

  For a while, quite a few Chinese men chanted the slogan of "winning the country" and donated generously. They even formed vicious bidding at one time, disrupting the market.

  …

  Qiao Chuntao finally selected nine Belarusians.

   There are three people in a family of three.

  The four are two pairs of brothers and sisters.

  The other two are a pair of mother and son.

  Suman Rokov glanced at the buyer who was wearing sunglasses, a sun hat, and a windbreaker with the collar turned up.

   Then he shouted at the other compatriots who were not selected, everyone must forget about today's incident, and he is not allowed to mention it to anyone.

  If someone speaks loudly, Uncle Sumanrokov will throw him into the Huangpu River to feed the fish without hesitation.

  Qiao Chuntao got a truck to come here, and directly pulled the nine white women into the car and left.

  Jiang Laosan brought four people and escorted them in the car behind.

   "Sumanrokov seems to have noticed something." Yang Changnian, who had been hiding in the dark and observed before, frowned and said.

   "Very few people are willing to hire a family." Qiao Chuntao said.

  Yang Changnian nodded and understood where the problem was.

  Generally, Jianghu gangs and business travelers will come to hire Belarus, and most of them hire strong and strong people to act as thugs or bodyguards.

   There are also women or boys and girls hired, which naturally has another purpose.

  Before, some people hired a family, then detained women and children, and threatened young and strong men to do some risky work.

   However, this situation was later resisted by black market "human traffickers" including Sumanrokov, and the "Shanghai Russian Overseas Chinese Autonomous Association" similar to the White Russian gang.

  Because this kind of behavior will make people panic, many Belarusian families dare not come out to find work, which affects the interests of Belarusian gangs and human traffickers.

  So, generally speaking, it is very rare in the 'black market' to employ a family.

   "Do you want to kill Sumanrokov?" Liu Yuchu, who was driving, asked.

   "No need." Qiao Chuntao shook his head. Sumanrokov was a smart man. He saw something unusual, and then told the other Belarusians to keep their mouths shut. It was not only a gesture of goodwill, but also a warning:

  I didn't see anything, so don't think about me.

   "These experiences of Belarus, we must learn from them." Yang Changnian said, "This is the fate of subjugated slaves."

   "They didn't die, they were just kicked out." Liu Yuchu said.

  Qiao Chuntao was silent for a long time, and said:

  Many of our compatriots live worse than them.

  …

  Tai Lai Huo Xing East Street.

  Jiro Sanben welcomes guests from afar in person.

   "Okada-kun, please stay safe."

   "Sanben-kun, before this farewell, you and I agreed to meet in Shanghai, the Empire of Japan. I didn't expect it to come true so soon." Okada Toshihiko said with a smile.

  The two shook hands and entered the study.

   Immediately put on high alert in the outer yard.

   "Okada-kun, why do I need to trouble you to come to Shanghai from Hangzhou in person?" Sanben Jiro asked.

   "A piece of top-secret information came out from 'Jieru', I believe Sanben-kun will be very interested." Toshihiko Okada smiled and said slowly.

   PS1: When Cheng Qianfan was a police officer a year ago, his monthly salary was 80 French currency, which is equivalent to 150 yuan now.

  (end of this chapter)