"What is Tao Ran's girlfriend's name?"

"Then I didn't ask. There should be no problem with family background. My parents work in Hirose Shingle Mill. My mother is a mobility blocker and my father is a equipment maintenance worker. Tao Ran himself said that he had just met the girl for a few days and was considered an ordinary friend at most. If the relationship was settled, of course he had to check it carefully."

"Hirose Spread Mill..."

"The factory opened by the Japanese is near Xiaodongmen."

Xu Yanlin thought to himself, it seemed that he had guessed wrongly.

Tao Ran’s girlfriend has someone else.

The Military Intelligence Bureau is an intelligence department. You must ask for instructions and report when you fall in love and get married to check whether it complies with the regulations.

Liu Geqing said: "Xiao Xu, what we lack most now is manpower. You have been in Shanghai for a long time. Are there any suitable candidates?"

Xu Yanlin thought for a while: "There is really one..."

"What is he doing?"

"His name is Ye Jianming. He has no legitimate job. This person is good at it."

"What's your relationship with him?"

"I'm a friend. Some time ago, he fought with someone else, so I helped him."

"Then, you find an opportunity to test him. If he is willing to serve the country, I will talk to him."

"Okay. I'll go there later today."

"Remember one thing, you must not reveal your identity until the matter is implemented."

"clear."

"If there is a result, just call."

"OK."

"You must also hurry up on Nantian Yunzi's affairs..."

“I try to create opportunities.”

After leaving the tea garden, Xu Yanlin first went to Yong'an Department Store.

The weather is getting hotter and we need to buy a lot of summer daily necessities, including thin blankets and other beddings.

Today is a public holiday, and the traffic and traffic near Yong'an Department Store is very lively.

A middle-aged man with a pale face and thin face walked around the crowd holding a short sword, asking everyone: "The ancestors are sold for ten yuan, do you want it?"

The policeman on duty knew him and said loudly: "Zhang San, are you here again to mess with the rag?"

The man named Zhang San's face turned red and he said humbly: "Police Li, everyone is a neighbor, don't make fun of it..."

In Shanghai, there are so many such people.

For example, Liu Feng, who cheated and committed evil deeds and took a string of old copper coins, dared to say that it was Kangxi Tongbao, who specialized in cheating on those two knives who liked to collect but lacked professional knowledge.

Zhang San sold it all around, but no one was involved. When he saw Xu Yanlin coming, he immediately came closer: "The ancestors are sold for ten yuan, do you want it?"

Xu Yanlin asked, "Can you sell it for two dollars?"

Zhang San widened his eyes: "Two dollars? Are you kidding? Let me tell you, this is my ancestral inheritance. It is a sharp blade of hair and sharp iron like mud. If you don't believe it, I'll give you a try..."

Xu Yanlin said in the intercept: "Red-headed A San is staring at you. I bet that if you dare to draw the sword, he will definitely use a baton to beat you!"

The tall Yin Captain is looking here.

Zhang San did not dare to draw his sword and said angrily: "The police officer cannot beat people at will..."

Xu Yanlin said: "This sword is of average quality, and it would be a lot for you to give two dollars."

Zhang San said with a bitter face: "I want ten yuan, you give two yuan, how can you bargain like this?"

"I'm allowed to ask for a price all over the place, but I won't be allowed to pay back the money? Will I sell it? If I don't sell it, I'll leave."

“Not selling!”

Xu Yanlin turned around and left.

Xu Yanlin's father likes antiques, especially his research on weapons. He also knows a little bit about this industry after hearing and hearing.

The sword of Zhang San can be seen from the style of the scabbard. It is a sword-fitting method of lower-level officers in the late Qing Dynasty. Due to the large number of existence and the age is too close, it is not worth much at all.

Good quality costs about five yuan, and you can buy one for three or two yuan if you have different quality.

In the process of interacting with people, meeting their preferences is undoubtedly one of the shortcuts to gain favorable feelings.

Xu Yanlin wanted to buy this sword and give it to Ye Jianming as a gift.

Ye Jianming is obsessed with martial arts and will definitely like it.

After walking more than ten meters away, Zhang San chased after him and said pitifully: "Sir, if you really want to buy it, please add a little more. I'm going to tell you that I'm sick in bed and I don't even have the money to buy medicine at home. Otherwise, who would be willing to sell the treasures of my ancestors at a low price..."

"Five dollars."

"A little more..."

"The three dollars added are for your filial piety. I will treat it as a good deed."

"Okay! I just think it's making friends and I'll sell it to you!"

Zhang Sanyi gritted his teeth and stuffed the dagger into Xu Yanlin's hand.

After getting the money, Zhang San and his "friend" didn't even call each other, and hurriedly came to a man in black. The two muttered a few words. Zhang San handed over two dollars. The man in black looked around and stuffed him a paper bag in extreme concealment.

Zhang San got into the crowd and disappeared quickly.

The Police Officer Li sighed and said to his companion: "This guy Zhang San is so crazy about smoking smoke. His family will be empty. If it weren't for the sake of the neighbors for many years, I would have arrested him!"

The companion said, "Didn't his mother die last year? Why did another mother appear?"

Police Officer Li snorted: "Can the big smoke ghost believe the words? It's a trick to deceive people..."

One hour later.

Xu Yanlin returned to the car.

The daily necessities I bought filled the rear seats.

The dagger is placed in the passenger seat.

He reached out and pressed the spring, and with a clang, a cold light flashed, and the dagger was unsheathed.

The short sword swallowing beast has a line of small characters: made in the first year of Xuantong.

This is indeed not an ordinary sword.

The reason why Xu Yanlin misunderstood was that the sword and scabbard were not original.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the lower-level officers used a sword with a standard sword, and the swallowing beast had the word "Yang" printed on it, and the year name would not be printed out specifically, because there was no need.

This sword can be worth at least ten yuan.

Zhang San was in a hurry to buy opium, but he didn't care about the high and low.

The car rushed all the way, crossed the Ping'an Bridge, and came to the intersection of Xiaoping'anli Street.

Xu Yanlin wrapped his sword in newspaper and got out of the car and walked towards Ye Jianming's house.

With Ye Jianming's condition, he is likely to hide at home and complain about the world.

When I arrived at the door, I reached out and knocked on the door.

No one answered in the house.

I tried to push it, and the door was inserted inside.

Xu Yanlin guessed in his heart that Ye Jianming might have fallen asleep or that there were other inconvenient situations.

I thought about it again and felt something was wrong.

A martial arts practitioner should be a little alert. Shouldn’t he ask when he hears someone knocking on the door?

Suddenly, I heard a rushing scream from the room and then stopped abruptly.

It seemed like someone was covering his mouth.

Is there a thief in my home?

The dagger was tied to the waist, Xu Yanlin took a few steps back, accelerated to run, jumped, grabbed the upper edge of the door stack with both hands, and skillfully flipped onto the balcony.

The balcony leads to the attic, probably because of the hot weather, and the attic windows are open.

Xu Yanlin jumped into the attic through the window and tiptoed to the entrance of the stairs.

The sound of rumbling through boxes and cabinets came downstairs.
Chapter completed!