Before that, Muyang had told Xiaokejun that he would come to Shanghai to investigate the stolen antique, and they rushed all the way to Shanghai for this matter. Now that everything is arranged here, Muyang naturally wants to start his own action.

  "Tomorrow I plan to go outside and gather some information. As for when there will be results, I also can't say now." Murong said.

  Here is the translation:

  "Up to here, Mu Yang paused for a moment, then looked at Xia Kejun and said: "This matter of mine has great danger, so I will move out to live. The name I originally registered here is Mu Dongxu, if someone asks in the future, you just say that. Tomorrow I will move to a hotel in Shanghai to live, and change my identity. Before this matter is resolved, I won't come back often. You will be living alone, so be sure to be careful."

  Xia Kejun was mentally prepared, but when she heard Mu Yang's words, her face still showed a reluctant expression. The two people had been walking together and suddenly parted ways, which would naturally be very reluctant. However, Xia Kejun was a very sensible girl, looking at Mu Yang said: "Mu brother, you must be careful when you go out to do things, what you are doing is for the country and the people, but if it's not possible, don't force it. Also, please remember, Kejun will always wait here for your return."

  Xia Kejun spoke very deeply, and Mu Yang couldn't help but hold him in his arms. Xia Kejun leaned against Mu Yang's chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, feeling so solid, this was her reliance.

  After settling Xia Kejun, Mu Yang also completed a big thing. The next morning, before leaving, he left enough money for Xia Kejun and even handed over the shotgun to Xia Kejun.

  "Okay, I'm giving you this gun. Brother Mo has taught you how to use it and you've even used it to avenge your parents' death with your own hands. I think he'll definitely protect you from harm. If something life-threatening happens, don't worry about anything else, just kill the enemy first and then hide. After that, try to find me or contact me. I've already told you the secret way to get in touch with me, do you remember?" Mo Yang instructed Xia Kejun before leaving.

  Xia Kejun nodded vigorously, tears swirling in her eyes, took the pistol handed over by Muyang, and grasped it tightly in her hand.

  "Alright, Brother Mu has left. If I have time, I'll come back to visit you. Don't go out often these days, it's too chaotic outside. Prepare more daily necessities and let Zhang Changjiu buy them for you, got it?"

  "Uh-huh." Xia Kejun nodded silently again.

  "I'm leaving then."

  "Big Brother Mao."

  Xia Kejun called out to stop Mu Yang who was about to turn around, and in an instant, she flung herself into his arms, tears finally streaming down her face.

  "I'll listen and stay at home waiting for Brother Muyu to come back, you also need to take care of yourself, remember that I'm here waiting for you, waiting for your safe return." Xia Kejun raised her tearful eyes and said to Muyu.

  What else can be said? Having such a good woman say she'll wait for you is absolutely the greatest fortune of your life.

  Shanghai, although it is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, is still China's most prosperous metropolis.

  Muyang checked into an international hotel that night, and his registered identity was a Japanese person, Kurita Akira.

  Of course, Mu Yang also changed his appearance based on Kurihara Akira's appearance. Now he looks like Kurihara Akira himself, but Mu Yang changed according to the photo of Kurihara Akira, so there must be some differences. Moreover, height and figure, Mu Yang can only infer from that half-length old photo, so there must be some discrepancies.

  Of course, now it's just a slight difference, and I guess only Natsumi Katagiri's family can tell the two apart. It's an unavoidable condition, but it won't affect our actions at all.

  The International Hotel, a landmark building in Shanghai, was completed in 1934. It was the tallest building in China and Asia at that time, holding the record for half a century in Shanghai. Although it has been in use ever since, I never had the chance to stay here until now, and finally got to experience the authentic service of this international hotel.

  The key is that the international hotel's location is quite good, right on Nanjing Road, not far from the French Concession, in the truly bustling area of Shanghai, and it's very convenient to get in and out. The restaurant is directly opposite the horse racing hall, next to "Park Road".

  The horse racing hall was one of the best racecourses in Shanghai at that time, and it was a place where wealthy people gathered to gamble and have fun. However, now it has also been occupied by the Japanese.

  Muyang arrived at the room, looking around, he wanted a luxurious suite. Anyway, there were so many yen in the space, if not spent, it would be wasted, and waiting for several months of crazy devaluation? Now spending is earning.

  As for exchanging it for US dollars or British pounds, I don't have the time for that. Where can't you get money from? Do you still care about this little paper currency?

  The room's decoration, by the standards of this era, is absolutely luxurious to the extreme. There are wool carpets, genuine leather sofas, telephones, floor-to-ceiling curtains, soft big beds, oil paintings on the walls, and even a huge radio set. The bathroom is also very clean. All these look no different from hotels in later times except for some missing electrical appliances.

  Mo Yang took a glance at himself in the mirror, smiled wryly, changed into another suit and walked out of the hotel lobby.

  Walking on the streets of old Shanghai, there is a feeling of walking into history. Why didn't he have this feeling when he was in Tianjin? He doesn't know, guessing that maybe it's because he has watched too many movies about old Shanghai, so his impression of old Shanghai is deeper, which gave him this feeling.

  At this time, Shanghai is not just prosperous, but more desolate. Now under Japanese rule and the jurisdiction of the puppet government, people's lives are not good, far from the metropolitan flavor of Shanghai Beach a decade ago.

  On the streets, there are vagrants in tattered clothes, beggars begging along the street, and ordinary people wandering around to make a living. This is the true portrayal of Shanghai at this time. As for those who are drunk on wealth and pleasure, surrounded by red lanterns and green wine, only a tiny minority can enjoy them.

  Muyang hailed a yellow taxi on the street, without a specific destination, just wanting to get a feel for the current atmosphere in Shanghai. Of course, the taxi driver couldn't go far, and Nanjing Road was also a commercial district, so he let the driver drive around nearby, taking a look first.

  After seeing a rather large tea house, Muyang called the driver to stop, paid the fare and walked into this "Yuan Feng Run Tea House".

  The shop assistant was very enthusiastic and quickly came up to greet: "Sir, what kind of tea leaves do you want to buy? We have a wide variety of tea leaves from all over the country, especially Huizhou tea, Qimen tea, Ping water tea, Zhejiang tea, Ningzhou tea, Yushan Huabu tea, Deqing tea, and Lianghu tea. They are all new products and fresh tea, guaranteed to make you feel comfortable."

  Mu Yang took a look at his partner, this guy's mouth was really smooth, more enthusiastic than those salespeople in the future, and his business skills were absolutely proficient, probably practiced as a crosstalk script.

  "I'll take a look first, if there's anything I want, I'll call you." Mu Yang said and started turning around the store to take a look.

  It was similar to tea shops of later ages, but also had many differences, especially some tea cans that sparked Moyang's interest.

  Made of copper, ceramics, and even cloisonné, they are extremely delicate.