Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

Hu Zhenhua got off the bus at an intersection a few hundred meters away from Modu Station. He had only taken a few steps when a Cadillac sedan suddenly stopped, blocking his way.

Lao Hu reacted quickly, pulled out his pistol and prepared to fire!

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

A white man speaking stiff Chinese slowly opened the door, raised his hands high, and got out of the car.

Hu Zhenhua was afraid that his accomplices would attack him, so he slowly took a few steps back.

It's James!

Old Hu became even more vigilant.

I guess at this moment, the United States can't wait to catch him and slice him into pieces.

They may even take action in public.

"Hu, I finally see you again. I have no ill intentions."

Hu Zhenhua lowered his gun. After all, he had not yet fallen out with James.

Old Hu caught sight of a rickshaw driver nearby and waved him over, saying, "Go to 75 Sinan Lane and tell the lady I'm going to catch up with Mr. James and will be back later. Tell her I promised you two yuan as a reward. Hurry up."

The driver was overjoyed. Although he had some doubts, he accepted it and drove as fast as he could.

James shrugged helplessly.

Lao Hu saw clearly that James's action was for the people in the car to see.

If I had reacted slower, I would have been taken into the car.

With those spineless people in the government, even if they get the news, they dare not ask the United States for the person.

Lao Hu gave James a smile and said, "What a coincidence."

He put away his pistol only after the driver disappeared.

James pointed to the car door next to him, "A friend wants to see you."

At this time, the other two car doors opened and two more white people got out.

Old Hu stepped forward and shook hands with them one by one.

After exchanging greetings, Hu Zhenhua learned their names: Jimla and Soren.

There happened to be a coffee shop nearby, so James said, "Gentlemen, how about some coffee?"

Hu Zhenhua nodded, then took a few steps before stopping and looking apologetic. "Gentlemen, I'm so sorry. I suddenly remembered that the doctor told me not to drink coffee. How about we have tea instead?"

After saying that, he carefully observed the reactions of the three white people.

Nothing unusual!

Old Hu began to doubt himself for being too suspicious.

The foreigners wouldn't know in advance that they were coming to Shanghai Station, so how could they make arrangements in advance?

James nodded: "Does drinking coffee have any effect on the wound?"

"Who knows that? The doctor said so!"

In fact, Hu Zhenhua didn't want to go to a closed place, as it would be easy to be ambushed there.

However, standing on the street and chatting would make you look guilty.

When dealing with foreigners, you must make them feel that you have someone to rely on.

They found a private room in the teahouse and the four of them entered one after another. However, Soran only walked around the room once, then walked out and stood guard at the door.

A few minutes later, the waiter came in and James ordered a pot of Maojian tea. After it was served, Soran no longer allowed anyone to approach.

Hu Zhenhua found a seat by the window and sat down. He seemed casual, but in fact, his eyes were always on James and Jimla.

Why choose the window? Not only is it convenient for escape, but also because the air flows quickly here and there is no room for surprise attacks by things like smoke.

There was no small talk between the two sides, and James said directly: "Hu, let's make a deal."

Lao Hu made a gesture of invitation: "Please speak!"

"As long as you can provide me with some nuclear intelligence on polar bears, we are willing to pay a high price for it?"

Hu Zhenhua grinned and denied it immediately.

"James, I know you doubt me, but I really don't know. It was all just drunken talk that day, don't take it seriously!"

James didn't believe it at all. He still kept smiling and said,

"There's no smoke without fire. Even if it's hearsay, there must be a source!"

Lao Hu knew that this guy was not easy to fool. After thinking for a moment, he decided to throw a smokescreen to put an end to the matter.

"Mr. James, I'm just a nobody. Do you think I know about polar bears?"

After a pause, Hu Zhenhua continued,

"Yes, I heard that the polar bear is going to experiment with large firecrackers within six months!"

Jimla stared at Hu Zhenhua closely and found nothing unusual.

Hu Zhenhua's words made sense. He was indeed just a mediocre guy. James had investigated his identity clearly within a few hours.

Logically speaking, a rotten villain like this is not worth the energy of the US intelligence agencies, but the number 300 has touched some people's nerves.

James's smile was warm.

"Hu, may I know where you heard that?"

"Can not remember!"

Hu Zhenhua pretended to be lost in thought. After a moment, he showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, but then his expression dimmed again.

"It seems like it was at a drinking party?"

Seeing that he could not get any information out of the matter, Jimla decided to take matters into his own hands.

"How can you take what was said at the drinking party seriously? It seems that we misunderstood you."

There is a very true saying in China: Truth comes out when you are drunk!

Anyone who can drink with Hu Zhenhua is most likely a member of the Bureau of Secrets. It seems that this matter still depends on the Bureau of Secrets!

Hu Zhenhua agreed very much, laughed heartily, and extended an invitation.

"Mr. Jimla, I'm holding a wedding banquet at Yuqing Tower tonight. You're welcome to attend!"

Jimla was about to refuse, but then he thought that since it was a cocktail party, he might be able to take the opportunity to observe and find the person who spoke the truth after drinking. He immediately expressed his opinion.

“If I can find the time, I will definitely go!”

Hu Zhenhua smiled even more brightly. If he could fool this guy, he could use the power of others to intimidate Director Mao and make him think twice and not mess with him again.

I, Old Hu, just want to live my own life and don’t want to get involved in any more troubles.

James rubbed his brows, as if talking to himself.

"What a headache! There's a 10 million Mi Yuan reward for information on the polar bear core! It looks like I won't be able to spend that money!"

Hu Zhenhua was so surprised that he almost bit his tongue.

Ten million Mi Yuan is equivalent to 8.8 tons of gold!

Jimla keenly noticed that Hu Zhenhua's pupils had dilated!

This is a physiological reaction and is not under your control.

Jimla's suspicions, which had been relieved, were raised again, and he echoed,

"The higher-ups are just imagining things. How could anyone in the East know that information that we couldn't even obtain?"

Hu Zhenhua swallowed his saliva. So much money would be within his reach if he just let go.

However, Hu Zhenhua did not dare to say it, for fear that it would disrupt the course of history!

Seeing Hu Zhenhua was a little dazed, Jimla suddenly asked,

"Hu, guess how many nuclear bombs we have?"

“About 300!”

Hu Zhenhua suddenly realized that he had spoken out of turn. He calmed down and quickly thought of a countermeasure, but Jimla did not give him any time and asked,

"How did you get this number?"

This question stumped Lao Hu. Just as he was about to think, Jimla suddenly shouted,

"Hu, please answer me immediately!"

Hu Zhenhua was so frightened that he was about to answer when he felt a sharp pain in his chest! That was where the iron was!

This pain saved him.

Hu Zhenhua covered his chest, his whole body trembling, and beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead!

Jimla and James were dumbfounded. Just when they were about to get the answer, this happened.

Failure is a success!

They were unwilling, but there was nothing they could do!

It took Hu Zhenhua a long time to recover.

Jimla met his gaze and smiled.

"Hu, my voice was a little loud just now, I hope you don't mind!"

Hu Zhenhua waved his hand.

"Do not blame you!"

He stood up and said,

"You two, I need to go to the hospital for a checkup. We'll see you again sometime!"

Hu Zhenhua really didn't dare to continue chatting with them. These two people were masters of interrogation, and he almost fell into their trap if he wasn't careful.

If he stayed any longer, Hu Zhenhua was afraid that he would fall into another trap.

James supported Lao Hu and sent him downstairs. If it was any other reason, they could try to keep him, but Lao Hu asked to go to the hospital, which was difficult to refuse.

Jimla didn't move, still standing upstairs, looking at the entrance of the teahouse!

When they reached the side of the road, James whispered, "Hu, the funding from above is 20 million. If you know the information, we can cooperate!"

Hu Zhenhua gave him a meaningful look.

"See you!"

He had just taken a step when James pulled him back and whispered,

"Hu, how did you come up with the number 300?"

Seeing that Hu Zhenhua didn't want to speak, James continued,

"I suspect your guess is correct. The higher-ups are very concerned about this. To eliminate the hidden dangers, they may resort to some shady means. If you know anything, you can tell me. Let's work together and ask the higher-ups for a sum of money. The amount must be no less than 10 million!"

Hu Zhenhua knew clearly in his mind that Jimla and James were playing the good cop and the bad cop respectively.

"James, I really want to earn these two sums of money. So, I'll go to the bureau and ask around. If I have any news, I'll contact you!"

James was disappointed that he didn't get the result he wanted, but he also knew that this couldn't be forced.

"Hu, you have to take care of yourself. Can I take you to the hospital in my car?"

Hu Zhenhua waved his hand.

"Thank you. I suddenly remembered that there are medical facilities at the Magic City Station. I'll go get some emergency bandages first. Goodbye, my friend!"

Hu Zhenhua took a step forward and walked away.

The streets were bustling with activity.

The street vendors were all busy with their work.

The newspaper boy held up stacks of newspapers and shouted the latest news at the top of his lungs, his voice clear and loud.

The snack stalls were steaming hot as the stall owners skillfully fried dough sticks and pan-fried buns. The aroma filled the air, attracting passers-by to stop.

The fruit stalls were filled with colorful fruits, and the stall owners greeted customers warmly, weighing and giving change with swift movements. And the grocery carts, filled with all sorts of gadgets like rattles and kaleidoscopes, attracted the children's attention.

Flower sellers meticulously arranged their delicate bouquets, their vibrant blossoms adding a touch of color to the streets. A repairman sat on a small stool, intently mending a shoe or umbrella, his tools spread out beside him. Peddlers walked the streets, ringing their bells, their poles overflowing with merchandise.

The crowd was bustling, and Hu Zhenhua was moving between the stalls of small vendors. The sounds of bargaining and laughter were intertwined, full of the strong breath of life, like a vivid picture of the city.

As Hu Zhenhua walked, he thought about his shortcomings.

An excellent person is excellent everywhere.

Why? Because he is very strong inside.

Hu Zhenhua is obviously not among them. He was an ordinary person in his previous life, and in this life, he is still ordinary: his emotional intelligence and IQ are not high!

The only advantage is knowledge.

James followed behind until he saw Lao Hu walk into the Magic City Station, then he turned around and went back to report.