Chapter 52: The Attention of the Japanese (Please Collect)

  Beijingers, from the first day of August, have been preparing to send gifts to their relatives and friends. The shops on the streets use various wine bottles and moon cakes with different fillings to dress themselves up like a beautiful bride; even those shops that do not sell gifts want to join in the excitement, hanging up autumn festival discount silk streamers to welcome the arrival of autumn in Beiping.

  Huang Li walked on the street, and the festive atmosphere somewhat alleviated his melancholy mood. In recent days, he had been to many places, including traditional Chinese medicine doctors, Western medicine doctors, and even professors who studied medicine, but almost all of them said that his amnesia was not something that could be cured with medication. Perhaps he would never regain his previous memories, or perhaps one day he would wake up and all the lost memories would return to his mind. Hmm, it was a bit mysterious, and also made him feel helpless, he didn't like this feeling of being completely passive, at the mercy of fate.

  I shouldn't wait stupidly for heaven to bless me, that's unreliable. Huang Li has slowly formed his own ideas, he thinks he should do what he's familiar with or work that suits his skills, which would be more beneficial for memory recovery. Just like the inspiration of scientists or artists, it's not something mysterious, sudden, and fleeting, but rather a product of knowledge, experience, pursuit, contemplation, and wisdom combined and sublimated together. It's a new train of thought that occurs when someone has been diligently seeking answers to a problem for a long time, through the inspiration of some inducing substance.

  But what was familiar and suitable for his skills? Thinking of this, Huang Li shook his head with a bitter smile. Fighting, killing, what kind of profession was that?

  As he walked, Huang Li didn't notice that there were two people staring at him from a distance. It wasn't until he smelled the aroma of food that he felt hungry, and seeing that the inn was not far away, he decided to eat outside first before returning.

  In the streets and alleys of Beijing, whether in the past or present, there have been shops selling braised intestines and fire-roasted glutinous rice cakes. In the past, there were also vendors carrying poles who sold these foods on the go. Especially when the sun sets in the west, the moment when the braised intestines are put on sale, people can smell its unique fragrance from far away. Those who love this dish will follow the scent and order a bowl of braised intestines with one or two fire-roasted glutinous rice cakes, which is both satisfying and filling.

  Among them, Chen Yutian's braised small intestine (braised fire burn) is a must-try. The intestine is fat but not greasy, the meat is tender but not rotten, and the fire burn is transparent and not sticky, earning the nickname "Small Intestine Chen".

  Huang Li sat down and ordered two bowls of braised small intestines with three crispy fried dough sticks. As he ate, he couldn't help but praise the dish, saying it was indeed delicious, looking appetizing, smelling fragrant, and tasting even better.

  Two men also walked over and sat down at the stall, eating their food with an air of nonchalance. However, their eyes would occasionally dart over, and they would speak in hushed tones.

  "Take a good look, is it this man?" asked the thin man in a suit in a low voice.

  "That's right, it was him." Another man wearing a white linen shirt and black fine-cloth wide-leg pants looked like a gangster.

  The man in the Western suit hesitated for a moment, stood up and walked over. As he passed by Huang Li's side, it seemed as if his foot slipped, and he suddenly bumped into Huang Li.

  Huang Li was eating when he saw someone lose their footing. Without thinking, he stretched out a hand to support and push the Westerner's body, stabilizing him.

  "Sorry, sorry." The Western-clad man repeatedly apologized to Huang Li.

  Nodding his head, Huang Li indicated he didn't mind and continued filling his belly.

  "Your skills are indeed impressive." The man in the suit walked back to his own table, saying calmly: "Leave it to me, Zhao Si. You can leave after you've finished eating. As for the money, come to Kawasaki Shangshe tomorrow to collect it."

  "Thank you, Mr. Sato." Zhao Si smiled and ate a bowl of braised food in a hurry, then got up and left.

  Zhao Si hailed a rickshaw and soon arrived at a small restaurant, sitting by the window, ordering two small dishes and a pot of wine, eating and drinking slowly.

  After a while, a policeman walked over from the street, seemingly on patrol. He saw Zhao Si and slowly walked over.

  "Hey, Du Xunzhang, take a seat." Zhao Si hastily stood up and offered his chair.

  Du Baisheng smiled slightly and scolded: "You little rascal, behave yourself and don't think about causing trouble in my territory."

  "I don't dare, even if you gave me two gallbladders I wouldn't dare do business in your territory." Zhao Si hurriedly defended himself.

  Du Baisheng sat down and leaned over, asking in a low voice: "How is it? Is everything done?"

  "Master Du, just you wait and see!" Zhao Si's face wore a somewhat flattering and boastful expression.

  Yeah, Du Baisheng took out 10 dollars from his pocket and handed it over. Zhao Si hastily accepted it with both hands, "Don't let this money cause trouble in some messy place."

  "Yes, yes, I'll listen to your words." Zhao Si smiled and put the money in his pocket, another sum of money had been earned, this errand was indeed profitable, making money from both sides.

  Du Baisheng stood up to leave, but suddenly stopped and leaned in close to Zhao Si, saying sternly: "If you don't want any trouble, then quickly hide for me. Otherwise..."

  Zhao Si's body trembled slightly, and he hastily replied: "I'll leave immediately, go back to my hometown in Miyun for a few days."

  Yeah, Du Baisheng seemed satisfied and nodded, then turned around and walked out.

  ………

  Sato and Zhao broke up, then stared at the calendar and entered the hotel, just in time to rush back to Kawasaki Shangshe.

  Kawasaki Shosha specializes in Japanese textiles and daily necessities, with a large business scale. In addition to retailing, it also engages in wholesaling, and its wholesale sales channels cover several provinces in North China. Of course, this is on the surface. Kawasaki Shosha is an important stronghold of the Black Dragon Society in Beiping, responsible for gathering intelligence, recruiting traitors, and carrying out a series of secret activities.

  Kawasaki Shosuke, the president of Kawasaki Trading Co., was a man who looked like his name. He had a sturdy build and a buzz cut, with short hair that stood upright like steel needles. Even before he spoke, his eyes would glare, giving off a rough impression. Despite this appearance, however, Kawasaki was a Sinophile, particularly fond of collecting Chinese art pieces. At the moment, he was in his study, carefully admiring a newly acquired painting.

  "Sato, come take a look at this painting." One of Kawasaki's hobbies was to show off his vast knowledge in front of his subordinates, especially when it came to cultural artifacts and calligraphy. It was also the moment he felt most self-satisfied when those ancient allusions left his subordinates bewildered.

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