Chapter 190: Way Too Shameless!
Wang Kemin is not an ordinary person, nor is he an ordinary traitor, but the number one big traitor during the War of Resistance!
In 1937, after the Japanese Army occupied the Northeast and Tianjin, Wang Kemin served as the Chairman of the Executive Committee of the Provisional Government of the Republic of China, concurrently as Standing Committee member of the Political Council, Minister of the Administrative Department, and President of the Xinmin Society. He established the “Japan-China Economic Association” in North China, massively plundering North China supplies to support the Japanese invading army.
In 1938, Wang Kemin was targeted for assassination by the Military Statistics Bureau, but unexpectedly they mistook the Japanese Yamamoto Eisuke for Wang Kemin and killed him, allowing Wang Kemin to escape the disaster.
That’s right, it was the assassination by Xu Jin’ge and the others. During that assassination action, his girlfriend Yang Qiuping was arrested, subjected to inhuman torture, and finally, to relieve her suffering, Xu Jin’ge painfully shot Yang Qiuping dead while she was paraded through the streets.
It can be said that Xu Jin’ge dreams of killing Wang Kemin to avenge Yang Qiuping.
Unfortunately, after that assassination, Wang Kemin became fearful and was extremely cautious, rarely appearing in public places.
Even at the last banquet, Wang Kemin did not attend, showing just how cautious he was.
Even if he appears, he is surrounded by bodyguards, and with his whereabouts never revealed, even if discovered, there is no way to make a move.
“The sun really rose from the west. This guy actually came to the bathhouse to bathe?” Cao Weida was quite surprised.
Wang Kemin, who is so afraid of death, would come to a crowded and chaotic bathhouse to bathe for no reason?
For such a cautious person, would he not have a private bathhouse built at home?
Watching the two enter, Cao Weida asked again: “Who is that with him?”
Zheng Chaoyang: “Northern Hegemon Liu Xiangting!”
Ha, interesting, truly too interesting.
Cao Weida’s eyes darted around, immediately concluding that these two were secretly meeting here, definitely with some unspeakable secret.
“You go to the lounge first, I’ll make a telephone call.”
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Not long after, Cao Weida, having finished the call, came to the lounge and found Zheng Chaoyang lying on the bunk bed, silently pondering.
Seeing him return, Zheng Chaoyang looked up, saw no one around, and whispered: “What do you want to do, prepare to make a move on them?”
“I’m telling you, don’t act rashly. Since Wang Kemin dares to appear here, the surroundings must be full of bodyguards and attendants.”
Cao Weida’s skills were good, he knew that; killing a traitor was as easy as killing a chicken, but there were no shortage of capable people around Wang Kemin!
Moreover, this is not ancient times; the appearance of firearms has greatly narrowed the gap between ordinary people and those with exceptional skills.
So what if you’re skilled? One bullet and you’re done!
He was really afraid that Cao Weida, relying on his own skills, would boldly attempt assassination—that wouldn’t be assassination, it would be walking into a trap!
“Relax, relax, I’m not a fool, I won’t do something I know is impossible. I’m very afraid of death.”
He waved his hand toward the distance, and immediately a waiter ran over, respectfully saying: “Mister, what do you need?”
Cao Weida waved his hand quite domineeringly, “Pedicure, massage, ear cleaning—arrange all the projects here for us two anyway.”
After saying that, he winked at Zheng Chaoyang, “There are some special projects here, want to try them?”
At first Zheng Chaoyang didn’t realize what the so-called special projects meant, but seeing Cao Weida’s ambiguous expression, he immediately understood.
His face instantly flushed red, and he pretended to be angry: “Get lost, if you want to enjoy, go enjoy yourself, don’t lead me astray!”
This Cao Weida really wasn’t a good guy, actually trying to lead him astray!
Fortunately he hadn’t joined the Party; otherwise, after he contacted more organization members, who knows how many would be led astray by him!
Too unserious!
“I’ll pass, I have four or five concubines at home waiting to be favored, can’t waste bullets outside.” Cao Weida chuckled, then said to the waiter: “What are you standing there for? Arrange it.”
Those who come here to consume are all people with power, money, and influence; the waiters serving them are naturally top-notch professionals.
Still respectful in attitude, he gestured: “Distinguished Guests, this way please. I will arrange a private room for you two.”
Zheng Chaoyang didn’t refuse; he had thought it through. Anyway, it wasn’t his money being spent, and Cao Weida didn’t lack this bit of cash. Rather than thinking about useless things, it was more practical to open his heart and enjoy it properly.
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Walking out of Dongshengping, Zheng Chaoyang stretched comfortably, looked back, and surprisingly felt a bit reluctant.
But immediately, he shook his head wildly to shake that thought out of his mind.
No, no, Zheng Chaoyang, how can you think like that? China is still in peril, how can you indulge in pleasure?
As a Communist Party member, how can I be blinded by luxury and indulgence?
“Chaoyang, let’s go, I’ll treat you to a big meal.”
“Better not, the sun is about to set, I still need to go back. Next time.” Zheng Chaoyang decisively refused; the flowery world dazzles the eyes, extravagant luxury confuses the heart.
The human heart cannot withstand temptation; from frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is hard. He is not a saint, so he doesn’t have enough confidence to ensure he won’t be corrupted. Better to have less contact with these things.
Cao Weida shrugged, “Alright then, I’ll call a rickshaw to send you back.”
Having enjoyed the afternoon, it didn’t hurt to take advantage of a free ride; Zheng Chaoyang didn’t refuse and got on the rickshaw to leave directly.
After he left, Cao Weida looked back; inside the bathhouse, five or six people in plain clothes were scattered in various corners, seemingly casual, but how could they fool Cao Weida’s eyes.
Their positions occupied all convenient ambush spots, subtly monitoring the entrance, corridors, and elevator—one look and they were professionals.
In the upstairs lounge area, near the private room where Wang Kemin was staying, similar people existed to prevent anyone from approaching the private room; the defense was done very professionally and meticulously.
Under those loose pajamas, there were subtle bulges, and their hands never strayed far from those bulges.
If an assassin rushed over rashly to attempt assassination, they would inevitably be quickly drawn on and shot dead.
“Really cautious.” Cao Weida regretfully pursed his lips; for such a big traitor, he was quite willing to assassinate him.
But he was just thinking about it, not actually doing it.
First, Wang Kemin had too many bodyguard guards, all professionals, making it hard to get close.
Second, Wang Kemin had numerous houses; just the ones known to people numbered four or five, and the unknown ones were even more uncountable. Finding his whereabouts was next to impossible.
If even his residence is unknown, how to talk about assassination?
But it didn’t matter; he hadn’t planned to assassinate Wang Kemin anyway. He just wanted to know why Liu Xiangting came to see Wang Kemin.
Cao Weida looked around, picked a direction, walked a ways, then turned into a hutong.
Not long after entering the hutong, Little Ear emerged from the shadows.
“Has the person come out?” Cao Weida was not surprised at all by Little Ear’s appearance, because he had called him.
Little Ear shook his head: “Not yet.”
“Keep a tight watch on him for me; once the person comes out, tail him to death. Also help me check if he comes here often.”
The “he” Cao Weida referred to was not Wang Kemin, but Liu Xiangting.
Investigating Wang Kemin would be asking for death; around this big traitor were special agents skilled in agent techniques. For people like Little Ear, trying to investigate and tail would be like brandishing a saber before Guan Gong.
If they really did that, most likely they wouldn’t find any news before alerting others, then being counter-tailed and investigated, or directly arrested on the spot for interrogation.
Liu Xiangting was different; although he was called Northern Hegemon and was a figure in Beiping, he was just an ordinary person mixing in the gangs. Tracking and investigating him was much simpler.
“Got it, Big Brother Cao, don’t worry. I’ve already arranged it properly.” Tracking and investigating Northern Hegemon’s whereabouts was not difficult for the current Little Ear.
Before, Little Ear was just the head of a small force at Tianqiao, with some money-making channels under him—a gambling house, protection fee from two streets, and a not-too-big black market.
Such a gang was commonplace all over the streets of Beiping, nothing special.
Plus, he upheld righteousness, followed the rules, and didn’t resort to extortion and blackmail or usury, so he didn’t make much money.
Therefore, Little Ear didn’t have many men under him, but because they were all daring and tough, other gangs didn’t dare bully him.
But ever since following Cao Weida, the gangs around Tianqiao were basically cleaned up, especially after Western Hegemon Fu Decheng was killed, creating a vacuum in the underground forces near Tianqiao.
Such a good opportunity, how could Cao Weida let it pass?
Rather than letting other gangs take over and disrupt social order, better to let Little Ear take it.
In this way, Cao Weida effectively controlled the underground forces and intelligence around Tianqiao and nearby, which was nothing but beneficial for him.
Little Ear naturally wouldn’t refuse this, so the two hit it off.
With Cao Weida’s support, Little Ear’s forces expanded rapidly; he basically monopolized the underground forces around Tianqiao, and the manpower under him naturally grew day by day.
More people make things easier; previously when changing jurisdiction to arrest gang forces, the intelligence was provided by the underground forces under Little Ear.
It’s the same now; just tracking and investigating a Liu Xiangting, not assassination—for the now vastly improved Little Ear, it was a piece of cake.
“Right, Big Brother Cao, this time the arrested people have basically all been visited. Most families are willing to pay, but some have no relatives. What do you think we should do?”
“Do you have the list?”
“Yes, I’ve sorted it out, but it’s not on me, it’s at home.”
“Bring it to the police station tomorrow. Alright, you don’t need to stay here; hand it to your men. Go find your Han Lu.”
Facing Big Brother’s teasing, Little Ear smiled awkwardly, then suddenly remembered someone’s instruction and cautiously said:
“You didn’t mention it, I’d have forgotten. Han Lu asked me to tell you that her Xiaguang Garden has always kept a VIP room not receiving guests, specially reserved for you. She also said she specially selected two pure women from the Qingyin Small Class, waiting quietly for you to favor them.”
