Boss Meng is in danger, the question is how to contact him?

It was always Meng Shaoyuan who took the initiative to find Ren Yinghao.

But what about now?

Can't afford to waste a minute!

Ren Yinghao's face was ashen.

Boss Meng is getting closer and closer to Nanjing. If the news cannot be delivered to him in Zhenjiang in time, everything may be over.

"Sir, please do it."

A beggar with two children shivered and begged while holding a broken bowl.

Ren Yinghao took out a dime and threw it into his bowl.

"Thank you sir, thank you kind sir."

"you come back."

Suddenly, Ren Yinghao's eyes lit up...

…

"District Chief Meng, this is Zhenjiang now."

"Lao Yuan, you go to Zhenjiang to investigate the situation and meet up with our people. We will wait for you here."

"yes."

…

Zhenjiang.

"...The son was born to be promising, just like Lu Yixuan, a Jinshi; the daughter was born to be truly virtuous, filial to her parents, and blessed with a long and prosperous life... The master and his wife are so lucky, they have forty-eight ingots..."

Many beggars in Zhenjiang suddenly began to make such jokes to beg.

This way of begging is called "lotus falling" in the north and "saying good words" in the south.

Most often during holidays.

I stopped at your door and didn't even ask for food. I just kept saying that your family is prosperous and you are rich and powerful.

If you give it, you will naturally stop talking. If you don’t give it, don’t force it, and then move on to the next one.

Later, it was spread that there were fewer people blocking the door. However, if someone in the family unfortunately passed away, there would always be these "good words" during the burial.

Southern Jiangsu and Northern Jiangsu are all the same, so they can be regarded as their own school.

Ren Yinghao stood at the window and looked outside.

Boss Meng, can you receive your own warning?

…

"Boss Zhu, this is Qian Duohao, our person in charge in Zhenjiang."

"What's the situation in Zhenjiang now?" Meng Shaoyuan asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The Japanese have stepped up patrols since yesterday, but there is nothing unusual."

Increase patrols?

Why?

Meng Shaoyuan frowned.

To be honest, strengthening patrols is indeed not a particularly big deal, but at this juncture, Meng Shaoyuan had to be more careful.

He took a look at Qian Duohao.

Her hair was disheveled and the second button of her clothes was unbuttoned.

Qian Duohao touched his pocket, and then touched the other pocket.

"Want a cigarette?" Meng Shaoyuan took out his own cigarette and handed it over.

"Hey, thank you. I forgot to bring my cigarettes when I was in a hurry."

Qian Duohao smiled and took the cigarette.

This is a careless and informal person.

Meng Shaoyuan immediately said: "Lao Yuan, Xiao Zhong, come with me to the city to have a look. The others are still staying here with us."

"Boss Zhu, I'm afraid it's going to be night after this coming and going. The Japanese have a curfew."

"Then you stay here all night." Meng Shaoyuan called Li Zhifeng and explained carefully.

…

From time to time, Japanese troops can be seen patrolling back and forth in Zhenjiang City.

As soon as these patrols appeared, the Chinese would give way for fear of getting into trouble.

After they pass by, things will return to normal and you can do whatever you need to do.

"What was going on here before?"

"The Japanese patrol once in the morning, afternoon and evening, and now they have two more patrols."

Why?

Suddenly there are two more patrols, there must be something wrong.

"...The son was born to be promising, just like Lu Yixuan, a Jinshi; the daughter was born to be truly virtuous, honoring her parents and having a long and prosperous life...The master and his wife are so lucky, they have forty-eight ingots..."

A beggar stood five or six steps away from Meng Shaoyuan. As he spoke, he nodded and bowed, hoping that the old man would be happy after hearing his good words and reward him with two.

Meng Shaoyuan was shocked, and calmly took out a dollar and gave it to the beggar.

The beggar was overjoyed and bowed to Meng Shaoyuan repeatedly.

Lu Yixuan!

Lu Yixuan is helping him manage his smuggling business in Chongqing!

He recommended Ren Yinghao to him!

This is how he is sending a message to himself!

Ren Yinghao is in Zhenjiang!

These kind words were taught by Ren Yinghao to the beggars.

Where is he now?

The first two sentences tell myself that Ren Yinghao is looking for him.

The last two sentences?

Virtue... happiness and longevity...

Meng Shaoyuan frowned and asked, "Is there a shop named Fu Shou in Zhenjiang?"

"Yes, Fu Shou Hotel was originally called "Teck Fu". Later, when the Japanese came, it was renamed Fu Shou."

Fu Shou Hotel.

"Forty-eight Yuan Bao Da Da".

This sentence obviously doesn't make sense.

Room 48!

Meng Shaoyuan understood the message Ren Yinghao sent to him!

He was in a hurry and wanted to see him immediately, so he had no choice but to use this method!

"How rich the money is."

"exist."

"We are wandering around Zhenjiang. You will come here to pick us up in an hour."

"yes."

Qian Duohao didn't dare to ask any more questions.

This person needs to be replaced.

Meng Shaoyuan has already put a label on Qian Duohao's future.

…

Fushou Hotel, Room 48.

Meng Shaoyuan knocked on the door.

The door opened, and that familiar face appeared in front of Meng Shaoyuan.

Ren Yinghao!
To be continued...