The Four Seasons Barber Shop on Shanzhong Road is where he met and Zheng Jiayuan. The boss’s surname is Hao, he is from Yangzhou and has very good skills.

It comes basically every half month.

Not many people know that he has this habit, Zheng Jiayuan is one.

In the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission, he and Zheng Jiayuan are both considered old men. They both came from the Honggong Temple. Chen Miao was sent to Shanghai District as an internal staff member as soon as he graduated.

Zheng Jiayuan is in the second phase and is considered his senior. In addition, he is older than him, has a more active mind and is good at socializing, so he will naturally be faster than him in promotion.

He was quite stubborn. He couldn't talk sweetly, nor did he take the initiative to curry favor with his boss, and he didn't even have a gift. He had no background, but he could only sit on the bench and earn his qualifications.

The personnel from Shanghai were coming and going, especially those who died, transferred, and rebeled after the Japanese occupied Shanghai. The personnel were changing frequently. I won’t talk about the field office. The internal department had been staying and not leaving. The hand that the internal department had been counting.

"Mr. Fang is here?" Master Hao immediately recognized Chen Miao when he saw Chen Miao. Except for his own people, he used the pseudonym "Fang Yun".

Therefore, Master Hao always thought that his surname was "Fang".

"Old Hao, how is the business?" Chen Miao walked in and got on the chair, then placed the hat on the table in front of the mirror.

"At this point, there will basically be no customers visiting me again. Mr. Fang, you may be my last guest." Master Hao smiled and began to prepare the tools.

In addition to coming to get a haircut, Chen Miao also likes to repair noodles. He always wants to repair noodles. There is a saying that "seventy-two and a half" means that the noodles need to be scraped 72 and a half. In the end, this half of them is to scrape the hair on the nose bridge as a finishing touch.

Only with one knife is not too much, but half a knife is not too much. This is how you really learn the arts.

"Come on." Chen Miao lay down on the chair. Although he closed his eyes, he was very familiar with the situation inside and outside the store.

A slender face-cleaning knife flies between his fingers, like a butterfly wearing flowers.

This is a craft of eating, but it has become an art in the hands of Master Hao.

At this time, a man came in. He was grey and sturdy. He was a little shorter than Master Hao. After he came in, he found a stool and sat down.

Master Hao was fully focused on Chen Miao's face, and the blade in his hand continued to stop, and his head slightly turned: "Mr. Fang, please wait a moment, right away."

The last half of the knife passed by Chen Miao's nose, like a breeze blowing on his face, perfect.

Putting down the knife, Master Hao wiped his sweat for a while, then twisted a hot towel and handed it to Chen Miao, nodded slightly at Zheng Jiayuan, and took the kettle out to look at the wind.

Chen Miao took the towel, wiped it on his face, then opened his eyes, and saw Zheng Jiayuan who was already sitting opposite him, and suddenly grinned: "I knew that you were not so easy to be caught."

Zheng Jiayuan smiled bitterly: "If you hadn't asked Wu Xin to remind him in time, I would have been in the prison of the military police."

"Chen Mingchu turned against me, and I almost got deceived by him. How much are we losing and how many people are involved?" Chen Miao asked.

Zheng Jiayuan nodded and said, "In fact, in addition to your secret report, I have also received warnings from comrades in the concession. The Japanese military police are preparing to carry out a large-scale search in the concession this afternoon, including the office location and transportation station of our district headquarters. Now it seems that Chen Mingchu's rebellion against the enemy is the main reason for this large-scale search."

“Where is the district seat?”

"The district seat cannot be contacted now, but he should be safe." Zheng Jiayuan shook his head slightly and asked, "What are your plans for the next step?"

"I, I can't go back to the horse race anymore. It's actually quite a pity. It's too difficult to find such a rich job in Shanghai now." Chen Miao smiled unwillingly.

"Listen to Wu Xin, are you injured?" Zheng Jiayuan noticed Chen Miao's left shoulder as soon as he came in, and blood was clearly seen inside his coat.

"Well, I almost lost my life after being hit." Chen Miao nodded. Wu Xin was a nurse and had been trained to find that he was injured. This is normal.

"Old Zheng, don't you think I'm going to betrayal with this Chen Mingchu?"

"No, Brother Chen, brother, I don't mean that, but in the current situation, you should not have the intention to harm others, and you should be careful of others." Zheng Jiayuan said helplessly,

"Do you want to show you the wound? I'm treated by myself." Chen Miao untied the jacket outside, revealing the wound on his left shoulder. The bandage was obvious and he knew that it was handled by himself. If there was a second person, it would not have been done like this.

In fact, the wound on the left shoulder is not important. What is important is that except for the wound on the left shoulder, Chen Miao's body is all good.

If he is arrested, he will have to go through the motions. Even if he is not used torture, there will always be scars in binding, not to mention that he would warn Zheng Jiayuan in advance.

"Brother Chen, what are you doing? Brother believes in you, otherwise he wouldn't have come to see you alone." Zheng Xiuyuan stood up and reached out to put Chen Miao's jacket together, "The wound is not inflamed, do you want me to ask Wu Xin to come and bandage you for re-bandage?"

"Fortunately, the handling was done in time. At present, there is no big problem." Chen Miao could see that Zheng Jiayuan did not doubt his intentions, and then asked, "What should I do with the work I have on hand? I also have my residence. Chen Mingchu knew about it. He would definitely send someone to lie in. And, the most important thing is the district documents and Eng password machine I kept."

"Where have you put the Enger password machine?" Zheng Jiayuan asked nervously. If he hadn't done this, he wouldn't have taken the risk to see Chen Miao.

If Shanghai District needs to contact the Chongqing Bureau Headquarters, there must be a password machine, otherwise some confidential telegrams will not be deciphered. Once the calculation formula of the password machine is mastered by the Japanese army, the communication between the Military Affairs Bureau Headquarters and the following districts will be like there is no secret at all.

Although Chen Miao was depressed in Shanghai, his business ability was very strong, otherwise he would not have let him keep the most important Eng password machine.

This is also why Chen Mingchu thought of cheating him out after he betrayed.

He knows Chen Miao’s value.

"I'll put it in the office of the Jockey Club." Chen Miao said.

"Why do you put such an important thing on horse racing?" Zheng Jiayuan immediately became anxious when he heard this, and stood up and questioned.

"The password machine looks like a typewriter, if you don't know him, it looks like a typewriter. I put a typewriter in the office, and no one will doubt it." Chen Miao smiled.

Zheng Jiayuan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's dark under the light, you really have it. However, you are now targeted by the Japanese. If you want to enter the horse racing, you will always take away the password machine, which is not easy."

"Isn't this here to find you, Lao Zheng? I can't go back, but you can." Chen Miao said.

"It's not that Chen Mingchu doesn't know me. I'm going, wouldn't I be caught? " Zheng Jiayuan frowned.

"No, based on my understanding of him, it is always certain to send someone to stay on the horse racing, but it is difficult for his people to get in, so horse racing is always not the focus of his attention." Chen Miao said confidently.

"What would he do?"

Chen Miao smiled and said, "Old Zheng, if Chen Mingchu wants to catch me, he will definitely not just focus on the horse racing clubs. With his understanding of me, he will definitely focus on the gambling boxes I often go to."

"Yes, you can't go home now and you're penniless. If you want to get money, you have no other choice except gambling." Zheng Jiayuan looked like I knew it.

"Old Zheng, the time is almost over. I hope you can take the password machine away as soon as possible. Chen Mingchu knows me too well and can't hide it for long. If he doesn't do it well, he will be able to react soon." Chen Miao smiled and reminded solemnly.

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick it up tomorrow." Zheng Jiayuan nodded.

"By the way, lend me some gambling money?"

"You really want to go to the gambling box?"

"Of course, otherwise how could Chen Mingchu believe his judgment?" Chen Miao said, "Besides, I really have no money."

"I didn't bring too much, just that much. I'll leave a dollar to take the bus back?" Zheng Jiayuan took out all the money he had on and gave it to Chen Miao.
Chapter completed!