My years of espionage

Article 1 Chiho

[-], Shanghai, early spring.

Spring is cold.

Cheng Qianfan opened the window and glanced out the window, the sky was gloomy and seemed to be dripping with water.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he was looking at the entrance of the alley, and there was nothing unusual about people coming and going.

Liu Ada, who sells wontons, can be heard arguing with Aunt Ma again.

Aunt Ma is used to taking advantage of the cheap, and every time she has various excuses, the wonton filling is too small, the taste is too bland, the skin is thin, and the skin is thick.

Every time Liu Ada had to give an extra bowl of wonton soup, Aunt Ma would leave triumphantly, not forgetting to say 'too little shrimp skin'.

Liu Ada will always say that he will not sell it to you next time.

Cheng Qianfan took off his patrol uniform and started changing.

The deep V-neck thick knitted sweater was worn on his body, lengthening the upper body line.

A knitted sweater jacket is layered on the outside, giving the overall shape an immediate sense of hierarchy.

This is a very common cultural person's dress, which makes Cheng Qianfan a lot of books, like a student in a university or a young teacher in a school.

Today is the day of the routine meeting agreed with Lao Liao.

Whenever this time, Cheng Qianfan's whole person is hot from the inside out.

He believes that every underground worker feels this way when connecting with his comrades.

Underground workers are lonely, and their work environment is complex and dangerous.

Be vigilant at all times, fight wits and courage with the enemy and the surrounding environment, and tolerate no mistakes.

The happiest moment is to meet comrades, chat, talk about work, and imagine the beautiful tomorrow of the motherland in everyone's mind.

Even if they can't touch or even talk when they are connected, it's just a glance, which is the greatest encouragement to each other.

We are not fighting alone, we have comrades.

Cheng Qianfan thought of having a chat with Lao Liao, and Lao Liao gestured and said that what he liked most (hope) was that at the end of the year, he would be in the sun in the courtyard of his ancestral house, smoking a bag of cigarettes, and shouting, (outside) grandson (outside) ) The granddaughters were around him, and the grandfather and grandfather were making a fuss about him, which was really nice.

Cheng Qianfan was silent and did not speak.

Lao Liao is from the Northeast.

Join the whole family.

A wife, three sons, and two daughters died.

The old man is alone now.

The old man was bitter and hated in his heart.

National hatred.

……

After half an hour.

Cheng Qianfan was waiting for the tram on Fada Road.

He carried a bottle of sorghum wine in his hand.

Fadian Road 2 runs from Shiliupu to Xujiahui, passing through downtown areas such as Fada Road and Father Jin Road. It is the most important traffic line in the French Concession.

Cheng Qianfan wanted to get off at Xiafei Road.

Lao Liao was waiting for him at the site.

Cheng Qianfan will get off the tram at that time, and Lao Liao will pretend to get on the train. The two will have a contact at this time, and complete the information or item transmission covertly and quickly.

The tram is crowded, and there are many passengers waiting. Generally, it is difficult for the elderly and the weak to squeeze into the train.

The Shanghai poster circle once used an exaggerated title to describe the difficulty of riding a tram: "A crowded tram charging into battle".

"Brave passengers, without waiting for the iron door to open, jumped into the carriage from the window or the front and rear of the car.

By the time you entered through the gate, the carriage was already crowded with people, as packed as sardines.

A group of old and weak soldiers were left behind at the station, and they pinned their hopes on the next train.

Those who are impatient can only pay a high price to hire a tricycle or rickshaw, or work hard on the soles of their feet. "

So, Old Liao is old, and he will pretend he can't fit on the tram.

This is reasonable.

Rationality is the first thing an underground worker must consider.

Then, if Lao Liao chooses to wait for the next tram in place, it means that everything is normal, and there is no emergency notification from the superior, and everything is business as usual.

If Lao Liao pretended that he couldn't wait for the tram and chose to walk away, it meant that the matter was urgent and the two needed to find an opportunity to meet immediately.

Unless Lao Liao or Cheng Qianfan was exposed and someone kept staring at them, this way of contact would not attract the attention of others.

The tram is a carrier, a good cover tool.

……

Cheng Qianfan finally squeezed into the car.

I saw Li Hao at first sight.

Li Hao is a conductor of French Electric 2nd Road. He wears a yellow twill uniform, with a white cloth bag for the ticket money slung over his shoulder.

Holding the ticket holder tightly in his hand, he stared at the passengers up and down like a torch, and shouted in his mouth, "Buy the tickets for the passengers who get on the train!"

Cheng Qianfan didn't speak, but met Li Hao's gaze and paid for the ticket.

Li Hao shook his head slightly at Cheng Qianfan, meaning that no one was following him.

As a tram conductor, I have a good position, and I have developed a pair of sharp eyes, able to see all the men, women and children who get on the train in my heart.

He used the corner of his eye to observe whether there was any abnormality behind Cheng Qianfan, who was walking inside, and raised his voice and shouted at a long-faced passenger, "Nong bought a four-cent yangdian ticket, at most you can go to Father Jin!"

……

Lao Liao was wearing an old thin padded jacket. Instead of crowding in the crowd, he stood on the edge of the corner with a bottle of yellow wine in his hand.

The location is good, the view is good, easy to observe.

Lao Liao glanced at the yellow wine and sighed.

Today is the anniversary of the death of my wife and youngest. A few bastards are good at drinking, and the two daughters can also drink two sips.

Especially the youngest, who likes home-brewed sorghum wine the most.

I didn't buy sorghum wine, and I don't know if the youngest would make trouble.

Lao Liao's nose was sore, as if he saw the picture of the youngest pulling a grenade and disappearing with the Guizi Mountain Search Team.

That's the youngest he hurts the most. It's gone, and he went to find some of his older brothers and sisters.

……

A few dozen meters away, on the second floor of a private house on the street.

"Team leader, I'm going downstairs to buy cigarettes." Ding Naifei asked for instructions. There were several cigarette butts under his feet. There was no more cigarettes, and he was addicted to smoking.

Wang Kangnian waved his hand.

"The old man seems to be distracted." Wang Kangnian put down the telescope and thought for a moment, "What is he thinking?"

Wang Kangnian is the head of the third group of the Shanghai Special Economic Zone Action Unit of the Central Party Affairs Investigation Office.

This person especially likes to ponder these small details. Wang Kangnian believes that the emotions and expressions that people reveal unintentionally sometimes reveal important information subconsciously.

Ding Naifei, who went downstairs to buy cigarettes, came back.

"Old Ding, take a look." He handed the binoculars to his deputy Ding Naifei.

Ding Naifei took apart the cigarette, bit one by himself, and handed one to the team leader.

At the same time, he took the binoculars, glanced casually, bit his cigarette and said, "Team leader, I'm just doing rough work, you let me shoot this old man down, I'm good at it, I'm thinking about things, where am I? Row."

"You, you have to learn to use your brain, fight and kill, you can't get on the stage." Wang Kangnian scolded with a smile.

"I'll just follow the team leader." Ding Naifei was not angry, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

"Is this old man drinking?" Wang Kangnian picked up the binoculars, looked carefully, and suddenly asked when he saw the old man looking down at the wine bottle he was carrying several times. This detail caught his attention and interest.

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