If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

In the days that followed, Ping An Li remained quiet. Chen Qing went on a business trip to Hong Kong with Ming Jing, and when he returned, he was so weak that he could barely walk. It took him several days to recover. Being a kept man isn't easy.

The first batch of penicillin has been produced. She went to Hong Kong to prepare for the listing, and also to visit Mingtai. She also had to go to the United States to prepare for the launch event. Of course, she wouldn't let anyone know that the core secret of penicillin was Chen Qing. She directly contacted American employees of Bristol-Myers Squibb in Seattle to hold a launch event and officially launch penicillin.

This drug will shock the world. This is the only way to do it. Otherwise, if people find out that Chen Qing invented penicillin, the Japanese will come knocking on our door immediately and kidnap him.

She's applied for patents in the US and Europe, and there's a lot of other stuff keeping her busy. This trip will take several months.

Minglou hurriedly informed Mingtai to go to the University of Hong Kong to deal with Mingjing's surprise inspection.

Mingtai was severely reprimanded by Mingjing, who made him stay in Hong Kong to study and forbade him from returning to Shanghai. Knowing he was in the wrong, Mingtai had no choice but to stay in Hong Kong obediently.

Supplies were continuously transported from Shanghai to Chongqing. Guo Qiyun was in charge of transporting the supplies, and his value soared, from which he profited handsomely. Naturally, all of this had nothing to do with Chen Qing.

Chen Qing cursed Wang Tianfeng and those bastards in Chongqing hundreds of times, but there was nothing he could do.

Mingcheng and Nantian Yangzi have an ambiguous relationship, and he spends all his time going to the Special Higher Police, while Minglou is plotting how to get rid of her.

The Military Police Headquarters and the Special Higher Police are investigating the Red Party's intelligence network and the mysterious "Tarantula." Undercurrents are surging in Shanghai, but Chen Qing is unaware of this. His clinic is overcrowded every day, so he has no choice but to post a notice that he can only see a maximum of twenty patients a day and the clinic will close promptly at noon. He spends the rest of his time living his own life.

One hundred large gold bars were stored in the bank safe deposit box, and the rest of the gold bars were used to buy Ming family stocks, as Mingjing had instructed.

Penicillin will be launched soon, and I'll become rich overnight. There's no need to work so hard.

Occasionally, he would be invited by a few wealthy women to hotels to play mahjong and get massages, earning a little money through hard work. Chen Qing was happy to do this. In the rest of the time, he would drive Wang Jiazhi and Xing'er around to eat, drink, and have fun, living a leisurely and carefree life.

Summer arrived quickly, and the landlady's belly grew bigger day by day. Mr. Hu, the landlady, would occasionally bring her over for a check-up. Xing'er was also diagnosed with pregnancy and didn't want to sleep with him anymore, fearing it would affect the pregnancy. She sent him to the second floor of the clinic.

When the landlord, Mr. Hu, came to collect the rent, he secretly told him, "The child is mine, and my wife has never wronged me."

Chen Qing asked curiously, "How can you be so sure?"

My wife told me she's been a vegetarian!

Chen Qing suddenly realized and handed over the fifteen silver dollars for rent: "I understand, so stop being so suspicious in the future. Give her more vitamins; it's good for the baby."

"Okay, I'll go buy some carrots right now!" Mr. Hu took the money and left happily.

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Xiao Ai (Xiao Ai's AI assistant) went completely silent, remaining dormant for several months, which made him feel very insecure.

At nine o'clock in the evening, after Wang Jiazhi had listened to the radio as usual, he prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

Any news today?

"No!" Wang Jiazhi said, somewhat distressed. "I've been here for months and haven't had any missions. I don't even know what headquarters sent me here for."

Chen Qing said, "I'm sorry, it seems I haven't been caring enough for you. A female student, coming to Shanghai, has no relatives or friends. How about I take you to see a play at the Fudan Drama Club tomorrow? The play 'Thunderstorm' they're performing in recently is quite popular."

"I also performed in 'Thunderstorm' at Lingnan University." Wang Jiazhi's eyes brightened for a moment, then quickly dimmed again.

"Did I think about something that made you sad?" Chen Qing asked.

"No!" Wang Jiazhi shook her head.

"By the way, why did you come all the way from Lingnan to Chongqing to join the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

"I was at Lingnan University and joined a student organization that fought against the Japanese. My classmates were all killed by the Japanese, so I had to run to Chongqing."

Don't you have any family?

"I am of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent. My mother passed away a long time ago, and my father immigrated to England with my brother, without me. I guess I don't have any family left." Wang Jiazhi's voice was somewhat low.

Chen Qing comforted him, "It's alright, just treat this place as your home. I'm like family to you. Your mother is Japanese, so your Japanese must be very good. Why don't you teach me Japanese?"

"Yes, I also speak English. I grew up in Hong Kong, which was under British rule, and Lingnan University used English for all its classes."

"Then you can teach me Japanese and English every night."

"Okay, then I'll teach you foreign languages ​​every day, at least I'll have something to do." Wang Jiazhi smiled.

Chen Qing nodded and smiled, "Foreign languages ​​are good, you should learn them. In return, how about I teach you to dance? The Paramount Ballroom isn't far away, let's go there."

"Wow, I didn't expect you could dance!" Wang Jiazhi said excitedly.

"Learning more is always beneficial. It's getting late, let me take you home." Chen Qing was a playboy in his previous life, and he knew all kinds of dances.

Chen Qing and Wang Jiazhi stepped out of the clinic side by side. The evening breeze carried the fragrance of locust blossoms from Shanghai, and the moonlight, like shattered silver, spread across the bluestone path, stretching their shadows long and thin.

Wang Jiazhi wore a georgette cheongsam, which shimmered softly in the moonlight.

The cheongsam was tailored to fit her tall figure, revealing her smooth, jade-like neck. The slit reached just below her knees, and as she walked, the skirt swayed gently, revealing glimpses of her jade-like legs.

The stray hairs at her temples trembled gently in the evening breeze, and the tiny pearl earrings on her earlobes shimmered with a lustrous light, like the unspoken thoughts in her eyes.

Her steps were light and slow, the sound of her skirt brushing against the bluestone slabs was delicate, and her shadow swayed with her movements in the moonlight. She was breathtakingly beautiful in the night of Shanghai in 1930, and Chen Qing felt as if he saw Maggie Cheung in "In the Mood for Love".

The next day, Chen Qing drove Wang Jiazhi to the Fudan Drama Club to see a performance of "Thunderstorm," and in the evening the two went to the Paramount Ballroom.

The neon lights of the Paramount Ballroom pierced the night, the rhythm of jazz music was both languid and lively, and men and women embraced and twirled on the dance floor, their skirts fluttering like butterflies.

Chen Qing bought dance tickets, and the two slowly entered the dance floor.

Chen Qing naturally took her hand, their fingers intertwined, and she wrapped her other arm around his waist: "Step forward with your left foot, following the rhythm of the music."

Wang Jiazhi was initially a little stiff. The slit hem of her cheongsam brushed lightly against his trouser leg with each step, revealing glimpses of her fair legs as the skirt opened and closed.

Under Chen Qing's patient guidance, she gradually found her rhythm, raising her hand to rest on Chen Qing's shoulder, like an orchid quietly blooming in the dark night amidst the bustling Paramount.

As the song ended and the jazz music faded, Chen Qing led her to a stop. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was slightly rapid.

Chen Qing released her waist, but his fingertips still held her hand, and whispered, "You learn very quickly."

Wang Jiazhi's voice was as soft as an evening breeze: "It's because you taught me well."

In the days that followed, Chen Qing learned foreign languages ​​from Wang Jiazhi every day, and the two of them would linger on the dance floor of the Paramount Ballroom.

As summer was drawing to a close, news came from the United States: Bristol-Myers Squibb's penicillin was launched into mass production, and a press conference was held in Seattle.

The therapeutic effects of penicillin shocked the medical community, which called it a miracle that changed the world and "the greatest invention of the 20th century." The news quickly spread around the world.

The stock price of Bristol-Myers Squibb, a company on the verge of delisting and bankruptcy, suddenly increased tenfold and is still soaring. Orders from all over the world are pouring in like snowflakes. No one knows that the manipulator behind this is the Ming family.

Mingjing has not returned. She is pregnant and needs to rest and prepare for childbirth in a luxury villa in Seattle. She wants to give the child American citizenship so that the child can inherit the Ming family's vast business empire in the future.

The US government first approached Bristol-Myers Squibb, including penicillin in the military procurement plan and assigning FBI agents to protect it. This dispelled the espionage ideas of many countries that coveted the penicillin patent.

The news naturally reached Shanghai, and penicillin caused a sensation in Shanghai. Ming's Pharmaceutical announced that it had obtained the exclusive agency rights for penicillin from Bristol-Myers Squibb in the Far East market. Ming's stock soared dozens of times in an instant. Chen Qing immediately cashed out and exchanged it for several thousand gold bars, which were then deposited into safes in more than a dozen banks.

These days, only gold is the safest bet.

Ming Lou was secretly pleased with his own foresight; the Ming family was about to truly rise to prominence.

At this moment, Mingcheng brought an urgent telegram from Yan'an. A Red Party spy in the Japanese consulate had been arrested. This person was a member of the Spider Web. If he confessed to his superior, one thread could lead to the entire Spider Web being wiped out by the Japanese. Minglou was asked to find a way to rescue him.

"Where are they being held?" Minglou asked.

"This man is named Takagi Ichiro, a counselor at the consulate. He was arrested by Araki from the Military Police Headquarters. During the arrest, Takagi was shot while trying to escape and was sent to Hiroji Hospital for emergency treatment."

After pondering for a long time, Minglou immediately made a decision: "There's no way to rescue him, kill him."

"But Guangci Hospital is under heavy security now, who can we send to kill him?"

"Give Tian Dan the order. Xu Tian is Araki's advisor, so he might be able to handle it. But just to be on the safe side, send someone else as well."

"who!"

"Chen Qing!"

Mingcheng looked at Minglou in disbelief: "He's a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and he's completely weak. How could he possibly complete such a difficult mission? If he knew the truth, wouldn't he expose our Red Party identity?"

Minglou narrowed his eyes: "Then recruit him. If he refuses, kill him."

Mingcheng said, "He made such great contributions to the Military Intelligence Bureau twice, but he was only promoted to major. He didn't get any benefits from transporting such a big piece of the pie. I guess his heart has long been disillusioned. We can give it a try."

"That's what I meant too." Minglou took a photo out of the drawer. "Do you remember the HSBC incident a few months ago? Someone took this photo during the gunfight, and I kept it."

Mingcheng picked up the photo and saw the gunfight in front of HSBC Bank. In one corner of the photo, a car was parked.

Mingcheng was shocked: "That's my eldest sister's license plate number. It can't be a coincidence that it's here. Could it be that my eldest sister was the one who did the attack?"

"No, it wasn't you, Big Sister. I checked. You lent the car to Chen Qing that day, so the person in the car was Chen Qing. He can make five well-trained agents from No. 76 faint instantly. Isn't he terrifying?"

"Is my brother trying to use this incident to probe his true intentions?"

Minglou nodded: "After all, he is the father of my eldest sister's child. We must know him inside and out. I want to see what his trump card is. If it is true, he will be the sharpest knife in my hand."

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