My years of espionage

Chapter 39 Hangzhou Training Course

"Yes, go to Hangzhou." Song Fuguo nodded, "Go to a training class."

"Brother Cheng, do you know that this training class has already started." Boss Tao said in a low voice, "It was the team leader who specially asked Shangfeng to allow you to join the class."

Hearing a hint of envy in Boss Tao's words, Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.

"Thank you for the cultivation." He glanced at Song Fuguo, showing gratitude.

"Qianfan, I'm very optimistic about you." Song Fuguo smiled and nodded, "The nature of the work of the Secret Service is different from that of patrolling, and the danger is not the same. To improve yourself is not only responsible for your own safety, but also responsible for the organization, I I hope you can take this opportunity."

"Qianfan saves it." Cheng Qianfan nodded earnestly, "If you want to do good work, you must first sharpen your tools."

"It's good if you understand." Song Fuguo nodded in relief.

"It's just that as a patrol officer, it would be difficult for me to go to Hangzhou for training..." Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly.

"Don't worry about this, we have our own arrangements." Song Fuguo said, "Someone will cooperate with you and create a legitimate reason for you to go to Hangzhou."

"Understood." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

"Officer Cheng, please leave this matter." Song Fuguo suddenly raised his voice and said with his fists folded.

Cheng Qianfan also reacted immediately, pretending to be pondering, tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes flickering, "Boss Song, Cheng can only say that he will do his best, and I can't guarantee whether it will be successful or not..."

Song Fuguo glanced at Boss Tao, who understood, took out a few notes from the wallet, gritted his teeth, took out all the French coins in the wallet, and gently placed them on the table.

Cheng Qianfan stroked the banknotes skillfully and quickly, and put them into his waist pocket with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, Boss Song, this matter is covered by Cheng Mou."

"Xiao Tao, you go to checkout." Song Fuguo ordered.

When Boss Tao left the private room and went downstairs to check out, Song Fuguo took out a four-finger-wide note from his body, which was densely written on it.

"Qianfan, this is about your plan to go to Hangzhou, as well as your contact information and password." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "From today onwards, you will be directly led by me, and no one will contact you except me. , you don't even believe it."

After reading it carefully, Cheng Qianfan took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, wrapped the paper on the cigarette with spit, lit it, and took a light breath.

"Do you remember?" Song Fuguo asked in surprise.

"Remember, I have a good memory." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

From downstairs came the sound of Boss Tao and the restaurant owner talking, laughing and chatting.

"Brother Tao?" Cheng Qianfan asked with a move in his heart.

"Xiao Tao will not contact you in the future. He has other tasks."

"Is Brother Tao also trustworthy?" Cheng Qianfan hesitated, and finally asked.

"I believe in Xiao Tao, and I am willing to believe in every comrade." Song Fuguo shook his head gently, "But I don't believe in torture tools."

Cheng Qianfan looked surprised, and under Song Fuguo's gaze, he nodded silently and did not ask any more questions.

Boss Tao came back after checking out.

"Cousin."

"Let's go." Boss Song picked up the courtesy, "Officer Cheng, I'll leave everything to you."

"Boss Song, relax, Cheng Mou will help you handle this matter in a few days."

"Thank you."

Boss Tao followed Song Fuguo and turned to leave, but stopped at the door and clasped his fists at Cheng Qianfan, "Brother Cheng, the girl liked the gift last time, thank you."

"Just like it." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "Since my niece likes it, I'll buy it next time."

"Brother Cheng, take care." Boss Tao smiled and said nothing, clasped his fists, and turned to leave.

Seeing Boss Tao carrying an oiled paper bag in one hand and striding away with Song Fuguo, Cheng Qianfan had an inexplicable intuition that it might be difficult for him and Boss Tao to part with each other this time.

……

Cheng Qianfan first went to the dim sum shop facing the street to buy two dim sum.

I went to the paper treasure store to buy ingots.

When I got home, I saw that wicker had been inserted under the eaves, and smiled knowingly.

Song Fuguo arranged for him to go to Hangzhou for training. Cheng Qianfan thought carefully and acted cautiously, and there was no possibility of being exposed to the Secret Service.

The trip to Hangzhou is expected to be a training, it should not be a trap.

However, this incident was too sudden and disrupted his plan.

Although the identity of 'Zhu Yuan' has not been fully ascertained, there are various indications that this person has serious problems, and this matter is always a hidden danger.

According to Lao Mo's account, the herbal medicine shop on Xiafei Road and the Huichang Teahouse in Chenghuang Temple should be the cover for Rite.

Because he lost contact with the organization, he was unable to report this information to the organization in time.

In addition, he has successfully entered the Secret Service and is about to go to Hangzhou for training. This situation should also be reported to the organization and put on record.

Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples, he felt tired and lonely now.

Now he is a soldier fighting alone in the enemy's lair. Not only does the sinister environment make him feel like walking on thin ice, but the most important thing is that this sense of loneliness is tormenting him all the time.

Comrade 'Bamboo Forest' once said that the hardest thing about working underground is that in the endless darkness, you must always dream of light in your heart.

Cheng Qianfan now understands the meaning of this sentence more and more.

……

Xue Huali Road, the duty room of the central patrol room.

The patrolling officers were still discussing the shooting in Yandri, and they all sighed that Xiao Cheng's luck was so good that such an ambush was able to escape the disaster.

"Xiao Cheng really has a big life."

"Yeah, I saw the scene, there are bullet casings all over the floor."

"Are you saying that the Russians are crazy?"

Old Huang suddenly rushed in with a panicked face.

"Old Huang, are you drinking too much again?" Liu Bo asked with a smile.

"Lao Mo, Lao Mo..." Lao Huang said while bending over, panting.

"Lao Huang, didn't I tell you to see Lao Mo?" Ma Yishou asked with a frown, "You haven't gone yet?"

"Lao Mo..." Lao Huang's face turned red, and he finally recovered, and shouted in panic, "Lao Mo is dead!"

Everyone was stunned.

"What?" Liu Bo exclaimed directly.

"Old Huang, did you get dizzy before noon?" Ma Yishou frowned and patted the table.

"Matou." Lao Huang waved his hands again and again, "I didn't talk nonsense, Lao Mo really died, I went to his house, the door was locked, I called Lao Mo, Lao Mo, no one answered me."

"No one answered, and it's not dead." Big head Lu said.

"Listen to me." Lao Huang was anxious, "I tried to look at the crack of the door, and I saw a person hanging from the beam, looking like Lao Mo."

Everyone was shocked, and finally realized that Lao Huang was not drunk and talking drunk, [-]% of the old Mo really had an accident.

It's just that Lao Mo hanged himself?

Everyone shook their heads, that bastard will hang himself?Impossible.

The scourge has lasted for thousands of years. In these years, only a bad and watery guy like Lao Mo has lived the most nourishing life. Is he willing to hang himself?

……

Cheng Qianfan went out again. He called a rickshaw and took a long detour to a pastry shop.

The green dumplings of this shop are time-honored and well-known far and near.

Many old men would rather suffer on the soles of their feet, and they must come to buy a copy every year before and after the Qingming Festival to satisfy their appetites that have been waiting for a year.

Carrying the food box, Cheng Qianfan strolled down the street.

Suddenly, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

　Ask for collection, ask for recommendation ticket, ask for monthly pass, ask for reward, thank you very much.

　
(End of this chapter)