My years of espionage

Chapter 28 Meeting
Cheng Qianfan was standing on the street, holding a black umbrella in his hand. As Qingming approached, the rain in Shanghai kept pouring down.

Going to this unknown appointment, he likes rainy days.

It will cover a lot of things on rainy days, and it is also reasonable to bring weapons.

This umbrella is an inconspicuous weapon.

His right hand streaked in the air and called out 'rickshaw'.

A rickshaw stopped beside him, Cheng Qianfan put away his umbrella, got in the car, and said to the driver, 'Maggie Road, Fortune Restaurant. '

Rainy days did not restrain people from going out, and the streets were bustling and lively.

A charming woman in a beautiful cheongsam sat on a rickshaw and passed him.

The woman did not use the oil-paper shed of the car, but held a small orange umbrella. There was a faint scent of perfume in the air, the scent of peony.

Cheng Qianfan sniffed greedily, as if he wanted to inhale the fragrance into his lungs and locked it firmly. He planted a peony medicine behind his childhood house, making him miss it.

……

Lighting a cigarette, Cheng Qianfan was thinking about the upcoming meeting.

He knows that once he nods to join the Secret Service, his situation will be even more dangerous, and it can even be described as dangerous.

He was lurking in the patrol room, although he was also in the enemy camp, but after all, the patrol room was not a spy agency, and his colleagues around him were also incomparable with professional agents.

You can hide yourself well in the patrol room. If you are lurking in the spy department, you may not be able to hide your identity for a long time in the face of these professional and ruthless spies.

Thinking of this, he didn't shrink back, he just reminded himself of the more brutal fighting environment he was about to face, and he couldn't be careless in the slightest.

After receiving the call from Boss Tao, Cheng Qianfan was nervous and even more excited.

After completing the task of eradicating the traitor Lao Mo, his heart was empty.

Entering the Secret Service was an order given by Comrade Zhulin before he was arrested. I thought this mission would end without a hitch, but Boss Tao's invitation made this mission start again.

For Cheng Qianfan, who had lost contact with the organization, at this moment, his heart was once again filled with fiery passion, and this fiery dispelled the loneliness in his heart.

……

"Stop." There was the aroma of bread in the air.

"Wait for me here, I'll go buy something." Cheng Qianfan first handed the driver a one-yuan fiat currency, and the driver happily took it.

After a while, Cheng Qianfan returned with two large and small portions of bread wrapped in oil paper bags, "Let's go."

The rich restaurant in Maggie Road has arrived.

Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, held up a black umbrella, and handed over one yuan in French currency, "Don't look for it."

The driver took the money and bowed happily.

"Your bread, sir," cried the coachman, and a small portion of bread was placed in the seat.

"I'll send you, go back and give the child a taste." Cheng Qianfan didn't look back, waved his hands, held an umbrella, opened the door, and walked into the restaurant.

"Thank you, thank you." The coachman is very grateful.

Gudong, the driver swallowed and showed a happy smile.

He picked up the old towel draped over his shoulders, and carefully wrapped the bread. Such good bread is precious, and the doll has never eaten it before, so he must be very happy.

"Mom, happy birthday." Cheng Qianfan said in his heart.

Today is his mother Su Zhifu's birthday. In his memory, his father would cook a table and cook a large bowl of noodles. His mother would specially put the food in an enamel bowl and give it to the street children, she said. That's what makes sense.

……

At the window seat on the second floor, Boss Tao whispered to Song Fuguo, "Team Leader, he's here."

He did not understand why Song Fuguo had no intention of going out in person, so he suddenly appeared half an hour ago.

Cheng Qianfan went up to the second floor under the leadership of the second shopkeeper, and saw Boss Tao and a middle-aged man in a long jacket waiting.

"Brother Cheng, Mr. Tao has lost his way." Boss Tao clasped his fists and greeted him warmly.

"It's Qianfan who is late. Brother Lao Tao has been waiting for a long time." Cheng Qianfan bowed his hands, "Who is this?"

"Inspector Cheng, I look up for a long time." Song Fuguo stood up and clasped his fists, "My dear Song Fuguo, Xiao Tao's cousin, Xiao Tao was taken care of by Inspector Cheng, and Song is very grateful."

"It turned out to be Mr. Song." Cheng Qianfan clasped his fists and said with a hearty smile, "Brother Tao and I hit it off, Mr. Song is polite."

Boss Tao is well-rounded and accustomed to talking. With him in the middle, the three of them chatted and laughed, and they quickly became acquainted.

……

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Boss Tao mentioned that he bought a batch of goods from Hong Kong a month ago, and the cargo ship was inspected and detained by the Japanese army. It can be said that he lost everything.

Boss Tao sighed for a while, and cursed at the despicable behavior of the Japanese.

"Okay, the goods are gone, it's gone, and the people are fine." Song Fuguo sighed and persuaded, "The state is difficult, the Japanese invaders invaded our country and killed my compatriots, and I wait for the common people to stay away, sighing unlucky. , what else could it be?"

"I just feel useless. I'm a dignified Chinese, what's it like to be bullied by the little Japan." Boss Tao sighed.

Cheng Qianfan's heart moved, he knew that the drama was coming.

"Inspector Cheng is doing things in the patrol room. He has a wide vision. Xiao Tao, you are very respectful." Song Fuguo got up and gave Cheng Qianfan a glass of wine. "What does Inspector Cheng think of the situation in Shanghai today?"

Cheng Qianfan politely took the jug and poured a glass of wine for Song Fuguo before he sat down and said, "After the [-]th World War, the national army evacuated in grief and indignation. As the economic center of the state, Shanghai, our own country, has not It is a great shame to allow troops to be stationed."

When Boss Tao's face changed, he was about to say something, but was stopped by Song Fuguo's hidden look.

"Yeah, the dignified state is so useless." Song Fuguo sighed and said indignantly.

"Mr. Song's remarks are bad." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "Qianfan has no intention of complaining about the government, he is just indignant at the ambitions of the Japanese aggressors and the difficulties in the country. Give the Japanese people a chance to take advantage, if I am united in China, there is no chance for the Japanese aggressors to show their power."

"Inspector Cheng is referring to the Red Party?" Song Fuguo said with a slight smile.

"Red Fei?" Cheng Qianfan snorted, "If it weren't for the constant banditry and the fetters of the national army, how could a large area of ​​the country be lost?"

Having said that, Cheng Qianfan drank the wine from the glass suddenly, and said sternly, "The bandits are not clean, Zhang Hansheng is incompetent, and the dignified Zhonghua was humiliated by the Japanese bandits!"

Hearing this, Song Fuguo was overjoyed. He had heard that this person had a bad attitude towards the Red Party in the patrol room, and it was true.

"Inspector Cheng is careful." Song Fuguo's expression was serious, "General Zhang is a senior general of our army. I have always respected it, and I also ask Inspector Cheng not to embarrass me."

"Respected?" Cheng Qianfan sneered, then hesitantly looked at the two of them, his expression changed, "Mr. Song, you, you—."

While speaking, he jumped up, fixed his eyes on the other party, gritted his teeth and asked, "Mr. Song, who are you guys?"

　I am very grateful to my old friend [JimWest] for the reward, asking for collection, asking for recommendation tickets, and thank you for your support.The day before yesterday, there was a Frisbee game in the park. I was watching from the sidelines, but my arm was hit by a Frisbee that flew out of the field. It was swollen and painful, and it was difficult to code words.

　
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