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

At 8 a.m. on April 5, Si Hai and Wang Cuicui arrived at Aida Road. In Shanghai, this road is not well-known, but those who live on Aida Road are either rich or noble.

This is the villa area.

A cart appearing here seems out of place.

Fortunately, it was dark and Aida Road was sparsely populated, allowing them to get away with it.

Hu Zhenhua thought about this era. It was obvious that the Nationalist government was still very relaxed in its internal governance. Logically, the two sides of the Yangtze River were in a confrontation phase, and the flow of people should be strictly controlled.

Lao Hu didn't know about other places, but the martial law in the Magic City was not thorough. Even at night, the Four Pests traveled safely for more than ten miles.

Perhaps the higher-ups have to consider the international image.

If it were a red regime, management could reach every community and street.

However, problems can arise from overly detailed management. If the upper management makes a wrong decision, the resulting damage can be extremely devastating.

Everyone stopped in front of the gate of a villa. Zhao Zhi stepped forward and opened the door lock with a piece of wire he got from somewhere.

Only after walking through the gate did Lao Hu discover that there was a different world here.

After taking a look around, Lao Hu was quite moved: This is not a villa, it is clearly a small manor. Roughly estimated, it covers an area of ​​at least 20 acres.

There are four villas alone.

Zhao Zhi used his lock-picking skills again and opened the door of the central villa.

Yu Bing tied stones to the cart and pushed it into the pond to destroy the body.

Three large boxes have been moved into the central villa.

After Lao Hu put Wang Cuicui on the sofa on the first floor, he collapsed beside her.

That night, after walking and stopping for more than ten miles, Lao Hu was exhausted.

The other three evils are not much better.

Yu Bing said weakly: "Brother Guo, don't tell me this place is yours!"

Guo Dachong really didn't want to talk, but he still replied, "This place belongs to the White Devil from Romantic Country. He went back home last week to fight for his inheritance. The servants who stayed behind were caught stealing and are now incarcerated. For a short time, this place will be ours. Huazi, the third floor is yours, and we'll live on the second floor!"

"Thank you, Brother Guo!"

Hu Zhenhua struggled to stand up, supported Wang Cuicui, and slowly went to the third floor.

As soon as I reached the corner, I heard thunderous snoring from below.

Old Hu took a look and saw the three guys wrapped in sofa covers, sleeping soundly.

There are two bedrooms on the third floor. Lao Hu pushed open one of them. It was decorated in pink and should be the room of the daughter of the villa owner.

"Okay, it's you!"

Seeing that Wang Cuicui was a little resistant, Lao Hu turned to the next room.

This is a suite with everything you need, including a bedroom, bathroom, shower room, and dressing room. What makes Lao Hu most satisfied is that there is also a large bathtub.

However, it seemed that no one had lived in this room for a long time, and there was already a thin layer of dust on the table.

Hu Zhenhua turned on the faucet of the large bathtub and tried it with his hand.

There is hot water!

After briefly cleaning the bathtub, Lao Hu started to add hot water.

While on the road, he was drenched in sweat several times, which stuck to his body and made him feel uncomfortable.

Wang Cuicui was cleaning the bed.

Of course, the bathtub was prepared for Wang Cuicui. Lao Hu was covered in wounds and could not touch water.

The water was flowing, and Lao Hu was wiping his body with a towel he had found from somewhere. He really wanted to wash his hair, but he couldn't.

"Cui Cui!"

Wang Cuicui heard Lao Hu's call and went to the bathroom.

She turned around quickly.

Lao Hu was naked, with his back to the bathroom door.

"Wipe my back for me!"

Wang Cuicui blushed, picked up the towel and wiped it a few times. Seeing that Lao Wang was about to turn around, Wang Cuicui quickly closed her eyes.

"Help me wash my hair, it's sticky and uncomfortable"

When Wang Cuicui opened her eyes, Lao Hu had already put on pajamas that he had found from somewhere and was sitting on a bench, leaning forward.

Wang Cuicui washed very carefully, fearing that she would touch the wound on the back.

After washing my hair, the bathtub was filled with water and it was flowing out.

Lao Hu wrapped his hair with a towel and rubbed it continuously to dry out the moisture.

He looked at Wang Cuicui's pretty face, suddenly kissed her, and whispered in her ear,

"Tomorrow, let's take a bath together, okay?"

Looking at Wang Cuicui's trembling face, Old Hu laughed and left.

In the bedroom, Lao Hu was lying on his side.

He has been in this posture for the past few days.

Lie down flat. You have a wound on the back of your head.

Lie down, you have a chest injury!

Lao Hu's eyelids were trembling and he was very sleepy, but he was holding on.

He was waiting for Wang Cuicui.

Since getting married, I've been drunk every night.

The day before, Wang Cuicui cleaned up the debris from the night before.

The next day, I didn’t know when I would return home.

Today is the third night, and we are on the run again.

Wang Cuicui is brave but also fragile.

Today, no matter what, Lao Hu has to say "good night" to Wang Cuicui!

In the bathroom, the sound of water was constant. Wang Cuicui seemed to enjoy the caress of the water, sometimes splashing water, and sometimes burying herself in the water.

It took her a full hour to come out of the bathroom.

The white silk pajamas and the curvy figure drove away Lao Hu's sleepiness. He sat up, got out of bed, picked up Wang Cuicui, and got into bed.

Wang Cuicui had already noticed the heat in Lao Hu's body, especially his lower body, which was getting hotter and hotter, and her body began to tremble again.

Hu Zhenhua stroked her back and hummed a nursery rhyme: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby, go to sleep..."

Wang Cuicui gradually relaxed. The nursery rhymes in her ears made her eyelids heavier. In her dream, she heard a voice: "Cuicui, good morning."

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On the other side of the ocean, Director Hoover of the Intelligence Agency took off his glasses and leaned his body as far as possible against the back of the sofa.

He rubbed his swollen nose.

A whole day passed, and the intelligence agency found nothing about the polar bear nuclear research.

News came from Western Europe that the polar bears had strengthened their air defenses, and many ground observation stations had heard roars in the sky many times.

In the Far East, the navy is constantly active.

In Modu, the source of the information, the gang members bribed by Jimla failed again, and the instigator Hu Zhenhua disappeared.

Hoover's headache hurt even more when he thought of Hu Zhenhua.

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In the Bureau of Secrets, Director Mao was furious.

"The United States is going too far!"

When open actions fail, they resort to covert tactics, repeatedly challenging the authority of the Bureau of Secrets. How despicable!

After Director Mao vented his anger, he casually asked, "Where are they now?"

"In a villa on Aida Road in the former French Concession, the owner returned home, and they sneaked in secretly."

"Keep an eye on them!"

"Yes!"

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Hu Zhenhua opened his eyes.

When Wang Cuicui was not around, the whole villa was quiet. Occasionally, the chirping of birds outside the window brought a hint of life.

I left in such a hurry yesterday that I didn't even bring any change of clothes. Luckily, there were a lot of ready-made clothes in the cloakroom, otherwise, Lao Hu would have had to go out naked.

After going downstairs, Lao Hu saw Wang Cuicui in the kitchen. She was staring blankly at a long knife used to cut bread.

Since the host is a Westerner, the food is naturally mainly Western.

What can you eat in Western food? It’s nothing more than bread, steak, salad and vegetable soup.

Wang Cuicui definitely doesn’t know how to use an oven.

Hu Zhenhua coughed.

Wang Cuicui turned around, her face flushed: "Sir, you're awake."

"Come on, I'll take you to dinner."

"Can we get out?"

"Of course we can. We are not prisoners."

"But us?"

Old Hu gave her a reassuring look and said, "If anyone asks, we'll just say we were hired by the owner to look after the house."

Hungry, very hungry.

I was running for my life all night yesterday and didn't have breakfast or lunch today.

If you follow Brother Hua, you will go hungry twice a day!

Wang Cuicui didn't insist anymore, found a windbreaker and prepared to go out.

Hu Zhenhua didn't see the three evils and was a little curious: "Where did Brother Guo and the others go?"

"I didn't see it. They left a note saying they were going to raise funds and find someone to help them, so we don't have to worry."

Hu Zhenhua took Wang Cuicui's hand and went out together. However, he didn't dare to lock the door of the villa because he didn't have Zhao Zhi's ability to open it.

As for the gate, find a piece of wire to fix it. It can't be seen from the outside anyway.

Aida Road is sparsely populated. In order to avoid possible war, many foreigners choose to return home or go to the south. If the situation is unstable, they may not come back.

This is what rich people are like. They can throw away their villas at will.

Wang Cuicui's feet had not fully healed yet, so she had to stop to rest after walking a few hundred meters.

Lao Hu found a public wooden chair and wanted to give her a massage. Wang Cuicui was very determined, but she couldn't resist Lao Hu's constant nagging.

As the saying goes: A strong woman is afraid of a clingy man!

Wang Cuicui's feet were so small that Lao Hu could hold them in one palm. In his heart, he secretly cursed the ancestors who invented foot binding: How could they give birth to such a perverted thing?

Over thousands of years, countless women have been harmed.

Hu Zhenhua felt even more sorry for Wang Cuicui. Foot binding had been banned in the early years of the Republic of China, yet she still had to endure it.

After rubbing for about ten minutes, Wang Cuicui withdrew her jade feet.

After hailing a passing rickshaw, the two finally arrived at a Western restaurant ten minutes later.

In fact, Lao Hu prefers Chinese food, but unfortunately, there is no Chinese food nearby.

The name of the Western restaurant is Victoria, and you can tell which country it is from just by listening to the name.

The white waiter felt superior and ignored the young couple.

Hu Zhenhua had a calm expression on his face. For some reason, he had become much more confident since crossing over.

He casually opened the recipe and discussed it with Wang Cuicui as if no one was around.

Naturally, they didn’t know English, and besides, this wasn’t from later times: there were even illustrations on the menu.

Now, the menu is a list!

What Lao Hu and Wang Cuicui discussed was the price of the dishes.

The white messenger was very impatient and said something in English.

Although Hu Zhenhua didn't understand, he could roughly guess the meaning: Yellow monkey, this is not the place for you, get out!

Angry, annoyed?

Hu Zhenhua has none of these emotions.

The strength of our motherland in later generations is hard for contemporary people to imagine.

Lao Hu's confidence is also something that the white waiter cannot understand.

Hu Zhenhua said calmly, "How much is your daily salary?"

The white waiter, who obviously understood Chinese, replied stiffly, "3 pounds!"

In terms of purchasing power, it is equivalent to about twenty yuan, which is equivalent to the monthly income of a local citizen.

No wonder he is so arrogant.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he made false reports.

Hu Zhenhua took out twenty yuan and held out his leather shoes: "My shoes are dirty, can you please clean them for me? This is your reward."