Just as Wang Yan had said, arranging a face-to-face meeting with Mao Qiwu was no simple matter. Mao himself was far too conspicuous. Even if outsiders did not know what Mao Qiwu looked like, he was still the new generation's Green Gang boss. Was he someone just anyone could sit down and talk with? If someone saw them, they would investigate. And once they investigated, Mao Qiwu would no longer be able to stay hidden.
Moreover, Mao Qiwu held a very high position. He was Dai Yunong's spokesman, and his secret infiltration into Shanghai this time essentially made him an imperial envoy. If he died in Shanghai or was captured, the consequences were obvious. That was why Wang Yan had said that no one, from top to bottom, at the Military Statistics Bureau's Shanghai Intelligence Station would meet a good end.
This meeting had all been arranged by Wang Tianfeng. It could not be called particularly ingenious, since Wang Yan was hardly ever alone, and the chosen location could not deviate from Wang Yan's usual habits. Wang Yan was simply too high-profile, and his daily routine was easy to track. Every day was more or less the same, with nothing new about it. Although the Japanese no longer watched and monitored him as closely as before, they would still learn of anything unusual immediately. Wang Manchun would come question him that very evening.
The time when Wang Yan was most relaxed was in the morning. One breakfast shop he frequented, called Come Again Breakfast Shop, was not particularly upscale. Naturally, a breakfast place Wang Yan approved of had excellent food and a huge flow of customers. Some ordered takeout, others ate in. The weather had not turned cold yet, so many tables had been set up outside as well, scattered