At that time, the film industry in Shanghai was very prosperous, and each film and television company had its own stars. Bai Mei was one of the most popular actresses during this period.
Gan Mingxuan scoffed, shook his head, and laughed, "What's the point of looking at a fake? If you want to see someone, see the real person. Take me to meet this Miss Bai tomorrow, and I'll see her clearly in person!"
Everyone laughed. Gan Mingxuan, feeling bored, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I'm tired of walking. Let's listen to the opera today!"
Then everyone entered the grand theater together. The show had not yet started, and the stage in the center was still empty, but the theater was already bustling with activity, with people talking and laughing.
Gan Mingxuan was very familiar with these things. He called the waiter, paid for a seat in one of the best seats available. The seat faced the stage, offering a good view and a clear view of the actors' singing.
There are actually some rules to follow when listening to opera. People of high status and position prefer to sit in private rooms on the second floor, which are quiet and make them appear noble. However, since they are quite far away, they can't see the actors' costumes clearly or hear the singing clearly.
Those who truly enjoy listening to opera will find a few tables directly opposite the stage. These tables offer a good view, clear sound, and most importantly, allow for loud cheers when the mood strikes, attracting the actors' attention. These are the seats that female opera singers usually choose to support. Of course, these tables cost far more than other ordinary seats.
Gan Mingxuan and his four teammates sat around the table. The waiter laid out fruits, peanuts, snacks, and other treats on the table. He took Gan Mingxuan's tip, thanked him repeatedly, and left.
There are many wealthy people in Shanghai. Before long, the good tables around were filled, and everyone chatted about the past, waiting for the show to begin.
Just then, a middle-aged man sitting next to me said mysteriously, "Did you know? Just a few days ago, something terrible happened on Xiafei Road. More than a dozen big men were riddled with bullets in the middle of the night. It was really tragic!"
The guest next to him couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Old Wu, your information is really bad. It wasn't just this place. That night, there were gunshots everywhere in the French Concession. More than twenty people died. The police station's morgue was full. My neighbor works in the police station. He saw it with his own eyes. How could it be false!"
Once the topic was brought up, people around got involved. Detective Lei Daming had been deliberately spreading the news in the French Concession these past few days, and it was being talked about everywhere. Soon it became a hot topic and everyone knew about it.
"What do you know?" a customer at the next table said dismissively, popping a peeled peanut into his mouth. "Those people were all Japanese. They disguised themselves and went into the concession to cause trouble, but as soon as they entered the concession, people from Chongqing came knocking on their door. Overnight, they were all killed. How satisfying!"
"So that's how it is! Well done! Do you remember? More than a year ago, Lu Laosan of the Green Gang was killed in the street by these people. There were thirty or forty fully armed bodyguards, but they didn't even get out of the car before they were all killed as live targets. Not a single one of them survived. I saw it with my own eyes. Blood was everywhere on Wumen Street. Even several days later, the smell of blood was still there. They were really ruthless!"
In no time, everyone became very talkative and their voices grew louder and louder, which Gan Mingxuan and the four team members could hear clearly.
Gan Mingxuan looked surprised. He was unaware of the specific departments within the Military Intelligence Bureau, nor did he know of the existence of the Intelligence Section of the Second Operations Division in Shanghai. He had assumed that these matters were the work of Wang Hanmin's Shanghai Military Intelligence Station, and was greatly shocked.
That station chief Wang, who always smiled like Maitreya Buddha, was actually such a ruthless person. His Kuomintang agents were so fierce that they dealt with these Green Gang bosses and Japanese agents as easily as slaughtering chickens and ducks, which was quite impressive.
Hearing this, he glanced at the four special agents beside him, his eyes filled with admiration. He leaned out slightly, gave them a thumbs-up, and asked Sun Xin in a low voice, "Old Sun, you guys are amazing!"
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