At the entrance of the hotel, Wei Ran, who came to his senses, subconsciously looked at everything around him.

This is the Shanghai Stock Exchange? In which year was the Shanghai Stock Exchange?

Wei Ran took a deep breath and calmed down, looking at his outfit slowly.

He seriously suspected that the metal notebook was lazy, and he was still wearing a brown flannel suit and gray trench coat and brown cowhide country boots that French tailor Vanessa wore when she fled to England.

In addition, he not only wore the top hat, scarf and sheepskin gloves he had worn, but also a golden bracelet was thrown out from his top pocket.

He grabbed the bracelet and took out the pocket watch in his pocket. Wei Ran laughed silently. This was a metal copy of the gold shell hunting pocket watch used by the queen.

Not only that, there is a key in this pocket, and there is a small card on it, with the words "Kinmen Hotel" written on one side and the words "Room 502" written on the other side.

Opening the lid of the pocket watch, Wei Ran put it back in his pocket with the key. It was four-thirty in the afternoon, and in this era, it was the time when nightlife was about to begin.

It was not until this time that he had time to look down at the retro brown cowhide suitcase placed at his feet. This thing was still in stock in the metal notebook, and there was a "Duoshi New News" on the handle.

I opened the newspaper and read it. This one was published on January 2, 1941. One of the news was an incident in which a Japanese soldier named Katsura Takahashi was injured in Jiangwan.

After rolling the newspaper and putting it on the handle of the box again, Wei Ran finally touched it in his pocket, and he accidentally took out a not-so-large wallet.

This wallet contains several silver dollars, a stack of legal tender and a certificate.

Needless to say, the silver dollar and the fiat currency, but the document is a Japanese passport with its own photo on it, and the name "Ryunosuke Matsui" is written next to it.

So this is my current identity?

While Wei Ran took the ID back into his wallet, he was thinking secretly, but he was also wondering, why did that living father start to fool things this time?

According to their previous habit of being kind and filial to the son, shouldn’t he be given a role again after Bai Guang?

Squeezing these doubts, Wei Ran finally picked up the suitcase at his feet and walked into the Kinmen Hotel.

"Hello sir, may I ask you..."

Before the fairy tale that had been staring at him had finished speaking, Wei Ran handed the box he was carrying to the other party, and said in Japanese expressionlessly, "Go to the fifth floor."

Before the doorman could say something, he took out the key again and swayed the sign that was falling on it.

"Please come with me"

After discovering that Wei Ran was a "aggressive man", the doorman became much more respectful. After seeing the key, he immediately took him into the hotel elevator politely and helped press the button on the 5th floor.

He deliberately put on his cock and walked to the door of Room 502 with an arrogant look. Wei Ran opened the door with the key, then took the suitcase handed over by the doorman and got in, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Your mother's dog thing..."

The doorman muttered in a voice that only he could hear, and turned around and walked towards the elevator not far away.

Inside the door, Wei Ran looked around the room as quickly as possible. Seeing that there was no one else, he immediately took out the things that could be taken out from the metal notebook and checked it.

Fortunately, all three pistols were filled with bullets, and the Tailu Lai double-reverse was also equipped with film.

After trying to put the suitcase into the metal notebook without success, Wei Ran immediately opened the three locks of the suitcase.

It contains the set of Zhongshan suits and tweed windbreakers prepared by Mika's cousin Mika's love letter apartment for her, including a complete set of clothes from the inside to the outside, and there are three small gold bars and more than a dozen silver dollars.

In short, except for the umbrella fixed outside the box, the flashlight, and the magazine of the brandy and PPK pistol, there are not even a few shorts in the box.

But why did I live here as a Japanese?

Wei Ran couldn't help but fall into doubt. He knew that he would definitely meet Clermont and Amani here, but where were they? Or, how should he find them? Are you just waiting here?

I also agreed to Yu Yanlin to help him build a Jingguan by the Huangpu River. I don’t know if there is any chance...

While thinking, Wei Ran walked to the window and looked out, then pulled up the thick curtains.

Turn on the light and checked the room again, but Wei Ran found a leaflet under the pillow at the head of the bed.

"The eight-story cafe opens a reward for guests, and specializes in Italian barista Mr. Ke Laimin, French pianist Ms. Amani... Ke Laimin, Amani, Clermon and Amani?!"

Who gave them the Chinese name? The homonym of the same is really not deducted money?

Wei Ran muttered secretly, but in fact it was just to relieve his excitement or nervousness.

Pressing the flyer back under the pillow, Wei Ran took off his windbreaker and hat and hung it on the hanger, then changed into the Oxford boots in the suitcase, lifted up the curtains and wiped them carefully, and then carefully tidied up the collar, tie and even the gold-shell hunting pocket watch.

Finally, he hid the gold bars and silver dollars in the suitcase in the crack under the wardrobe. Wei Ran carefully washed his hands, then took the door key and left the room. He clamped an inconspicuous thread that had been pulled from the towel on the door lock, and re-puted a arrogant and slapped look, and took the elevator to the eighth floor of the hotel.

There was no need to look for it deliberately, he saw the cafe not far away at all, and also noticed Amani, who was playing the piano in the hall on this floor.

At this time, Amani was wearing a beautiful dress and light makeup. She was playing a serenade by Schubert.

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Wei Ran sighed silently, and the man walked to the side of the piano with his usual expression. He handed over a few French coins and said in French, "Beautiful lady, please change to Haydn's serenade. That song will not be so sad at least."

When Amani saw Wei Ran, her beautiful face showed surprise and surprise at a certain moment.

But soon, she suppressed her emotions, glanced at the door number on the door key that seemed to have been accidentally exposed in Wei Ran's hand, and then said reservedly, "Okay, sir, let's play Haydn's serenade for you."

"Thanks"

Wei Ran bowed slightly as if in a pretense, then walked into the cafe, chose a remote location not far from the bar and sat down.

"Sir, what do you want to drink?" a waitress came over and asked respectfully.

"Give me a cup of Italian coffee" Wei Ran continued to say in French.

A hint of confusion suddenly appeared on the waitress's face. Fortunately, when Wei Ran asked Amani to "order songs" before entering the door, Clermont, who was standing in the bar, had noticed him.

At this time, the waiter did not understand French, and Clermont immediately had the excuse to come over to "enter guests".

"Sir, what do you want to order?" Clermont, wearing a tuxedo, took the meal list and bowed slightly.

“A serving of espresso”

Wei Ran asked with a smile in Spanish, which sounds not very different from French, "No one here can understand Spanish, right?"

"Of course not, even French people can do so."

Clermont responded respectfully in Spain, "We finally meet again, why are you here?"

"For you and our freedom."

Wei Ran smiled and said, "My current identity is a hiring person. What about you? Why are you here?"

“This place only opened a while ago, we came here to fight,” Clermont said, “for you and our freedom.”

"When will we meet?" Wei Ran asked a new question.

"Amani and I live on the fifth floor," Clermont said while writing and drawing on the menu, "room 505".

"I'm on No. 502," Wei Ran said, "opposite to you."

"How is it going to be at night?" Clermont asked. "We won't be back at about 9 o'clock."

"Will there be any trench coffee to drink then?"

"Of course," Clermont said and bowed slightly, then turned and walked towards the bar.

After a brief communication and waiting, the waiter brought him a small cup of espresso and a brownie.

He picked up the small coffee cup and took a sip. Wei Ran smiled at Clermont at the bar, and then looked like a normal man with a lustful heart, and placed his obsessive eyes on Amani who was playing the piano not far away, and admired the serenade of Haydn that he had on demand with peace of mind.

At the same time, he was also paying attention to the guests in this high-end cafe.

This was the most prosperous city in China during the Republic of China, even if it was a deformed prosperity.

Of course, peddlers and pawns will not come to such places to consume. They may not have the chance to pass the gatekeeper level on the first floor.

Foreigners, wealthy businessmen, traitors, or squeezers walking and bowing like a puppet, or even rich wives who are with the above people, are the customers of this cafe.

All are high-value goals...

Although Wei Ran didn't know what the purpose of Clermont came here to be a barista, he couldn't help but wonder how big a mess he could have in this metropolis if all the guests in the cafe were killed at this time.

Unfortunately, the idea was beautiful, but the situation was unclear. Even though he had already fallen in love with the big sarcomas on the shoulders of several Japanese devils, he could only pretend to be careless and withdraw his gaze, continue to taste the coffee, and admire the piano music played by Amani.

After sitting here for half an hour without any haste, Wei Ran took out a few fiat coins and pressed them under the coffee cup. He ignored the enthusiasm of Clermont and the waitresses, and walked out of the cafe.

He took the elevator alone to return to the fifth floor. He took the key to take a look at the thread that was still stuck in the crack of the door. Then he looked around again, then opened the door lock and walked in.

After checking the room again, Wei Ran took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was less than five o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still four hours before the agreed time, which was enough for him to go out for a walk.

"At least I have to go to the Huangpu River to check it out, and go to Yanlin's house to check it out..."

Wei Ran muttered secretly, then put on a windbreaker, put on a top hat, locked the door again, set up "access control" and left the hotel alone.

There was no big difference between Shanghai and Tianjin in this era, and it was naturally very adaptable to him.

After looking around and getting on a rickshaw, Wei Ran said, "The Bund".

Hearing this, the coachman responded, pulled the rickshaw and ran away with a steep pace.

It was the middle of winter, and the sky was already much darker than it had just happened. Naturally, the night view of this city is far less prosperous than that of later generations.

Looking at everything around him coldly, looking at the thin and torn shoes on the coachman's feet and the torn clothes with cotton exposed, Wei Ran sighed secretly. Even if he was from later generations, he could not imagine it.

This deformed city where foreigners are privileged, police officers are bullied by the indigenous people, and refugees are begging and selling children and daughters are turned into the prosperous and clean demon city of later generations. How many people have experienced the sufferings, efforts and even sacrifices?

"Sir, the Bund is here, where are we going?"

Just as he was secretly distracted, the coachman with a northern accent slowly stopped and said breathlessly.
To be continued...