After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

At 8:30 in the morning, the sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the floor of the top floor of the Garden Hotel, as if it were coated with a layer of golden light.

Jiang Shiyuan got off the elevator and walked slowly. Her light blue Suzhou embroidered cheongsam made her figure look graceful, like a lotus step by step.

Fang Lansheng, who was waiting obediently at the door of the room for Jiang Shiyuan to change his medicine, thought he was seeing things so early in the morning, but was instantly stunned.

He couldn't help but exclaimed in a heartfelt compliment, "This cheongsam suits Miss Jiang very well. With your figure and bearing, it's not an exaggeration to say that you are a fairy from heaven descending to earth!"

Jiang Shiyuan smiled and deliberately turned around in front of Fang Lansheng, showing the details of her cheongsam. She asked with a smile, "Does it look good? This was given to me by the boss lady of Sui'an Custom Clothing!"

"A gift? I remember this cheongsam was the treasure of the store hanging in the window. Would the boss lady be willing to give it away?" Fang Lansheng raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing it.

"Of course I'm willing to do that, because I'm the daughter of her childhood best friend!"

"This cheongsam was originally made by Aunt Fang in memory of my mother." Jiang Shiyuan blinked, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"How could this be true? It's really no coincidence!" Fang Lansheng exclaimed as he followed Jiang Shiyuan into the room.

He couldn't help but think in his heart that this might be the fate between Jiang Shiyuan, Aunt Fang, him, and the organization!

"That's right. In order to prevent Aunt Fang from suffering any loss, I even asked her to make several new sets of clothes for me!"

Jiang Shiyuan said this without stopping. He swiftly took out the medicine box and started changing Fang Lansheng's medicine.

Fang Lansheng commented very pertinently: "Aunt Fang's craftsmanship and aesthetics are absolutely first-class. Several of my clothes and costumes were custom-made by her!"

Jiang Shiyuan nodded, and then said casually, "By the way, isn't it strange that the wontons made by Aunt Fang taste exactly the same as those made by the wonton stall owner at Food Street. She even added the same amount of coriander!"

Fang Lansheng's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and then he smiled and said, "Oh, there are so many people in this world with similar skills. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

"I guess so..." Jiang Shiyuan didn't ask further, and changed the subject, "By the way, I have good news for you. Next week I will be working as a part-time R&D consultant for Jiayuan Pharmaceutical. By then, the preparation of sulfonamide for the organization will be able to proceed smoothly!"

"Really? That's great!" Fang Lansheng was delighted. "Ms. Jiang, thank you so much this time!"

"But you also have to take care of yourself and don't work too hard!"

"Well, it's all for the soldiers on the front line against the Japanese invaders!"

Jiang Shiyuan waved his hand, then suddenly remembered something and looked around, "Hey? Where are my clothes?"

"What clothes?" Fang Lansheng looked confused.

"It's the black dress I was wearing the night I saved you. I clearly draped it over the chair!" Jiang Shiyuan said anxiously, fearing that the blood stains on it would cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Oh, that one you are talking about? I washed it for you and it is hanging in my room now." Fang Lansheng said calmly.

"What? You washed it for me?" Jiang Shiyuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he pursed his lips and said, "But kind brother, that piece of clothing can only be dry-cleaned, not washed!"

Fang Lansheng then realized that he had caused trouble and was suddenly at a loss as to what to do.

"Ah? This...what should I do? I really don't know..."

"I was worried that it would be unsafe to leave this blood-stained piece of clothing in your room, so I washed it..."

Jiang Shiyuan looked at Fang Lansheng's flustered look and felt both angry and amused.

She couldn't help but sigh that the man in front of her was truly a "beautiful and kind-hearted" male mother!

In a slightly awkward atmosphere, Jiang Shiyuan helped Fang Lansheng re-bandage his wound, and then followed him to the opposite room.

She watched Fang Lansheng frantically taking the "clothes" off the hanger, and couldn't hold back the smile on her face.

It was called clothes, but in fact it was just a ball of wrinkled black cloth, which was about one-third the size of the clothes she usually wore.

Fang Lansheng awkwardly handed the "unknown object" to Jiang Shiyuan, and said hesitantly: "Miss Jiang, I'm really sorry, I... I really didn't know that this dress can't be washed. Otherwise, I will compensate you according to the price?"

Jiang Shiyuan took the "clothes" and couldn't help teasing him, "Boss Fang, this dress is a custom-made one from Romantic Country. Even if you compensate me at the price of ten pieces, I can't buy the same one anymore!"

Fang Lansheng was even more at a loss. He rubbed his hands and said, "Then...then what do you say? I'll listen to you!"

Jiang Shiyuan tried to hold back his laughter and said with a deliberately stern face, "How about this, when your stitches are removed, treat me and Lao Huang to a big meal, and this matter will be over!"

Fang Lansheng touched his high nose bridge and muttered softly: "Didn't I already agree to it? How can this be considered a compensation measure..."

However, thinking that most of his performance income would be used as funds for organizing activities, he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, when my injury heals, I'll definitely treat you and Lao Huang to a big meal!"

Jiang Shiyuan decided to quit while he was ahead, winked at Fang Lansheng, and then returned to his room carrying the "clothes" that exuded a faint scent of shower gel.

Picking up the pearl handbag, Jiang Shiyuan said goodbye to Fang Lansheng and left the Garden Hotel gracefully.

Fang Lansheng watched Jiang Shiyuan leave, then turned around and began to pack up, preparing to set off for Lanhu Opera House.

After leaving the hotel, Jiang Shiyuan did not go to Sacred Heart Hospital, but went straight to an antiques, calligraphy and painting store two blocks away from the hotel.

The name of this business is "Bao Mo Zhai". Its facade is not very eye-catching, but it is said that the owner behind it is very powerful and has connections in both the black and white worlds of Shanghai.

As soon as Jiang Shiyuan stepped into the door of Baomozhai, a shrewd shopkeeper with a mustache and wearing a black gown came up to him warmly.

"Miss, what kind of treasure do you want to receive? I'll introduce it to you."

Jiang Shiyuan coughed lightly, took out a white jade tiger talisman wrapped in a silk handkerchief from her pearl handbag, and said mysteriously, "Boss, I'm not here to collect treasures today, I'm here to sell treasures!"

"Look, this pair of tiger talismans is the real one used by General Qi of the Ming Dynasty. If I wasn't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't be willing to give it away!"

The shopkeeper took the handkerchief, opened a corner, took a look, and his expression changed slightly.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Miss, where did you get this treasure?"

Jiang Shiyuan pretended to be flustered and said, "Boss, please don't ask so many questions. I just want to ask you, do you want to accept this treasure?"

When the shopkeeper saw Jiang Shiyuan's look, he already had something in mind.

He said with a smile: "Miss, please follow me to the inner room. The best goods of the Ming Dynasty have always been appraised by our boss himself."

Jiang Shiyuan carefully put away the white jade tiger talisman and nodded, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The shopkeeper respectfully led Jiang Shiyuan to the inner room and shouted, "Boss, a young lady has brought some top-notch goods from the Ming Dynasty. Please take a look at them!"

After saying that, he nodded slightly to Jiang Shiyuan, bowed and walked out, closing the door considerately.

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the antique inner room in front of him and sneered in his heart.

This is not the inner room of an antique shop at all, it is clearly a secret contact point of the Military Control Commission’s Shanghai Station!

And the so-called "boss" was none other than the station chief of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station - Wang Fangnan!

Soon, the door was opened again.

A middle-aged man wearing a brown robe and a monocle, holding a seagrass pipe with a pure gold mouthpiece, walked in.

When he saw Jiang Shiyuan, he was stunned at first, then asked anxiously: "Shennong, why did you come here suddenly?"

"You just told the shopkeeper that you were in a hurry to sell the top goods from the Ming Dynasty. Is there any important intelligence from Japan?"

Jiang Shiyuan saluted Wang Fangnan with a standard military salute, and then said respectfully: "Yes, Stationmaster, I received the international telegram sent to me by Takahashi Yui yesterday afternoon."

"After I decipher it at home tonight, I discovered important military intelligence about the Japanese army!"

After that, Jiang Shiyuan handed the folded international telegram and the deciphered translation in her pearl handbag to Wang Fangnan.

Wang Fangnan took it and nodded, motioning for her to continue.

She took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Based on my analysis of the information that Takahashi Yui accidentally revealed between the lines, Japan will launch a large-scale attack on Shanghai within half a year at the latest!"

As soon as Jiang Shiyuan said this, the air in the whole room seemed to freeze...