1928: The rise of giant merchants

Dai Li was speechless for a moment.

Why has this second young master become more mysterious and elusive since he came back from the United States?

He originally wanted to scare Ye Luo with this to see if he could scare him into something real, but before he even opened his mouth, the other party seemed to have seen through the plan.

How did he know it was related to members of underground organizations?

Neither Ding Li nor Yue Lang knew the real reason why the dance hall was banned.

Is he really connected with that group of people?

Or does he also have an insider in the intelligence service?

Dai Li was made suspicious by Ye Luo's words, and a strange expression appeared in Ye Luo's eyes.

The jeep of the Intelligence Department carried Shanghai's number one tycoon away. The reporters behind him kept flashing their lights, and some even followed him to take pictures, hoping to find some clues.

The base camp of the Intelligence Department is located at Nos. 152-154 and 156-158 Fenyang Road in the French Concession, two rather conspicuous German duplex garden houses.

It is now claimed to be the residence of senior employees of Dadong Telegraph Company and other foreign companies, but anyone who knows this place knows that this is the base of Dai Li's intelligence office.

"Director Dai is really rich. These two villas cost hundreds of thousands, right? Are the salaries of officials in the Intelligence Department so high?" Ye Luo was amazed and glanced at the building. Even in later generations, this architectural style would be Not considered outdated.

"Second Young Master, be careful what you say. Here, I recognize the Second Young Master, but my brothers may not." Dai Li was so angry that his teeth were itching with hatred. For the people in their intelligence department, the average monthly salary of an agent was 100 Oceans, and the monthly salary of a small boss was 300 Oceans. , his monthly salary as a division chief is only 1,000 oceans. If he wants to afford such a villa, he will have to work for more than ten years without food or drink.

Therefore, he himself would not believe it if the Intelligence Department did not make any profit while performing official duties.

But this matter cannot be put on the table.

Because the core work of the Intelligence Division is to crack down on underground organizations and fight bureaucratic corruption.

Only Ye Luo dared to say this so blatantly in their base camp.

"Director Dai is threatening me?" Ye Luo suppressed his smile, first pushed away the agent who wanted to search him, and then looked at him squarely and said, "Does an arrest warrant make you think you can bring down the Ye family?"

This is a naked threat.

Dai Li looked at him intently.

Over the past year or so in Shanghai, he has met countless dignitaries, from relatives of the principal to ordinary officials. Who would not call him "Dai Yanluo" when they meet him?

Only this person, this Ye family, every time Dai Li went there, every time he hit a wall, he always got frustrated.

"This is just a friendly reminder." Dai Li paused for a long time, then took a step back and waved his subordinates to leave without searching them or handing over their guns.

"I can't listen to advice." Ye Luo choked him again and followed him into the dark passage.

Since then, after several confrontations, Ye Luo roughly understood the situation on Dai Li's side.

During the rectification of the dance hall, members of the underground organization were accidentally arrested, but the other party did not admit that they were related to the dance hall and the Ye family.

Having lived for two lives, probably no one knows the bravery and fearlessness of these revolutionary pioneers better than Ye Luo. Not to mention mere torture, even if they are forced to die, they can't make them say something that goes against their conscience.

Unable to get information detrimental to Ye Luo from their mouths, Dai Li could only deceive both sides and try to find flaws in Ye Luo.

Unfortunately, Ye Luo saw through his plan before it worked.

The situation suddenly became awkward.

"Second Young Master, please come in." Dai Li led him into a small, dark room with no light coming in. There was only an iron chair with some torture instruments hanging on both sides, and the air was full of the smell of blood.

"Please wait here for a moment." Dai Li smiled, then walked out and closed the door.

Total darkness.

It's dark, damp, and has a strong smell of blood.

If you have never experienced this kind of battle before, in this claustrophobic environment, your rationality will slip away, your mental state will become abnormal, and you will become manic and restless.

But Ye Luo won't.

In terms of mentality, no one can be better than him in two lifetimes.

Moreover, he has determined that Dai Li has no evidence and he has many ways to deal with him.

Even if you lock yourself up like this, it won't last long.

Ye Luo was more worried about those people who were caught, and Yue Lang, who must have been questioned and targeted in various ways after the dance hall was banned.

As for Ding Li, after all, he is the acting director of the Nitrate Mine Management Bureau and has good connections. If he wants to punish him without concrete evidence, Dai Li has to consider the consequences.

Time passed by, Ye Luo yawned, tilted his head and took a nap.

In the next room.

Dai Li kept tapping the table with his fingers gloomily, and from time to time he would ask the agent by the wall: "What is he doing?"

"It seems that he fell asleep." The agent had an awkward expression on his face.

He could see Ye Luo's condition through the designed holes.

"What the hell!" Zhao Lijun, the standing big boss, slurred and wanted to rush to the next door and shoot Ye Luo.

Zhao Lijun, nicknamed Chaiming Tai Sui, is Dai Li's confidant, but he is arrogant and reckless, and has the worst reputation among the eight kings under Dai Li.

"Don't be impatient." Dai Li glared at him and asked, "What do you think of the interrogation situation over there?"

"Those people in the underground organization are so chewy that they can't find out anything." Chen Gongshu, nicknamed "The Dirty Scholar," whispered, "The female reporter, on the other hand, couldn't bear the beating, but we didn't dare to go too far. "

"What?" Dai Li remembered that the female reporter was named Chen Ruiqiong. She was a well-known reporter in the past. She often helped the Ye family clear their name and did interviews. Later, because Ye Luo held a charity party to raise money to go to the United States, she seemed to have broken up with the Ye family.

Not long afterward, after writing a hot news article "On Women's Liberation and Victoria" and reporting on the disaster in the north, she resigned from the newspaper.

Judging from the information at hand, this female reporter is currently unemployed and is a member of a literary organization called "Chaohua Society". A group of literati in it are all key figures on the intelligence agency's blacklist.

Of course, this is not a reason to arrest her.

Chen Ruiqiong was also in the dance hall on the day of the arrest, and mingled with the group of underground organization members. Now she couldn't argue even if she wanted to.

It was also because of her existence that Dai Li suspected Ye Luo.

Previously, Ye Luo secretly sent Feng Shaoshan, Tan Si and others to Aocheng.

It doesn't look like a good bird by any means.

"The female reporter has a certain influence in the press. Not long after she was arrested, Shi Liangcai, the boss of the report, came to visit." Chen Gongshu is not as reckless as Zhao Lijun. He is both literary and military, and he is also the oldest member of the Intelligence Department. First, the analysis of the problem is relatively thorough.

"Director, the press is now controlled by a group of literati. The power of public opinion is not small. It really makes them anxious. I'm afraid it will be detrimental to us." Chen Gongshu glanced at the next door.

Last year, Ye Luo used the power of news and public opinion to do things many times. Whether it was bringing down a foreign car dealer or defeating the Hongkou Dojo, news newspapers played a big role in it.

Nowadays, this group of literati even dare to scold the principal, but the principal is still helpless, let alone their small intelligence department.

If you piss off these pen-hungry people, who knows what they will write.

Literati during the Republic of China had a very high social status.

"Whoever dares to write about us, we will say that he has something to do with the underground organization! Does he dare?" Zhao Lijun said angrily, "That female reporter is obviously a member of the underground organization. Does anyone dare to protect her?"

"I don't believe there is anyone who can save her!" Zhao Lijun added, calling someone to prepare to go to that room again to give Chen Ruiqiong some strength.

"Lijun!" Dai Li stopped him, "Wait a minute."

"Director?" Veins popped up on Zhao Lijun's face, looking at him in confusion.

"You guys go next door with me first, and take him to see the female reporter later." Dai Li thought about it for a moment and said calmly.

Zhao Lijun was confused.

Chen Gongshu suddenly understood and nodded in agreement.

Next room.

Ye Luo woke up.

He yawned and stretched. Because Hu Die was about to give birth and some things were delayed, he hadn't slept well in the past few days. Unexpectedly, he squinted for a while in Dai Li's lair.

Just then, there was a click.

The door opened. (End of chapter)