My years of espionage

Chapter 4 Plan ahead
Anfuri has arrived.

"Inspector Cheng, you gave too much." The rickshaw driver said quickly.

"you know me?"

"Look at what you said, who doesn't know you."

Hearing the coachman's flattering words about knowing himself and being humble, Cheng Qianfan showed a reserved and slightly smug expression, and laughed, "I'm happy today, I'll reward you for more."

"Thank you Nong! Thank you Nong!" The coachman is very grateful.

……

This is a private house on No. [-] Anfuli, and the entry and exit are deep.

"Brother Zhikang!" Before entering the door, Cheng Qianfan raised the appetizer in his hand and shouted, "I made a detour to buy your favorite Wan's pig trotters."

"Haha, Brother Qianfan, come here as soon as you come, why are you spending so much money?" Su Zhikang didn't fake it, and took the food and drink, "Aiya, Brother Yu, I'm going to slap your teeth today."

"I'm carrying bricks and eating jade." Cheng Qianfan raised the sorghum wine in his hand, "I know my brother has new good wine here."

"You kid!" Su Zhikang laughed.

Cheng Qianfan smiled and followed Su Zhikang in.

Su Zhikang was the inspector of Mailan's arresting house.

Monarch Mengchang, known as the French Concession, can be friends with him whether he is a colleague on patrol, a businessman, a trader, a pawn or a member of the Green Gang. It can be said that he has contacts with all three religions.

Cheng Qianfan came to Su Zhikang for a drink, which was reasonable and would not arouse suspicion.

Showing his face on the platform, he didn't know whether he was noticed by the enemy, and he could only eliminate possible hidden dangers to the maximum extent.

In addition, Su Zhikang is quite loyal, and has a lot of energy in the French Concession. It is naturally a good thing to have a good relationship with such a person.

Full of wine and food.

After Cheng Qianfan left, Su Zhikang stood at the door and smoked a cigarette. After watching it vigilantly, he threw the butt of the cigarette and stepped on it hard.

Close the door on the tether.

He went up to the second floor.

……

"Brother Fu Guo, it's me." Su Zhikang gently knocked on the door.

Lu Jingqian put away his gun and gently opened the door.

Looking at the half plate of fried chicken and half of the roast chicken brought by Su Zhikang, he fondly stroked his palms.

Seeing Lu Jingqian's happy appearance, Su Zhikang also smiled knowingly. He has received many cadres from Nanjing, and some of them came to Shanghai thinking that they were here to enjoy themselves, and they indulged in all kinds of sensuality.

This brother Fu Guo is good to serve.

"Smelling the fragrance downstairs, my tongue is swallowing hard." Lu Jingqian said, frying one bite at a time, and asked with a puffed mouth, "Who is it?"

"Cheng Qianfan, a patrol officer in the French Concession, a very good young man, came to me for a drink."

"It's him..." Lu Jingqian's eyes flickered.

"Is there a problem?" Su Zhikang asked immediately, alert.

Lu Jingqian is the head of the intelligence team in the French Concession Area of ​​Shanghai District of the Secret Service, and now he goes by the pseudonym Song Fuguo.

Su Zhikang couldn't help but be wary of the people he was following.

Lu Jingqian quickly finished eating the raw fry and wiped his mouth, "The people below recommended this person to me two days ago. I have been recovering from your injuries these two days, and I haven't had time to investigate."

Su Zhikang breathed a sigh of relief and was a little relieved.

What he was most worried about just now was that Cheng Qianfan had something to do with Rite, so Su Zhikang had no choice but to doubt the purpose of Cheng Qianfan's contact with him.

……

"Tell me about this person in detail." Lu Jingqian lit a cigarette and said.

"Cheng Qianfan is innocent," Su Zhikang said.

This first sentence made Lu Jingqian a little happy.

The arrogance of the Japanese invaders became more and more arrogant, and the situation of the War of Resistance became more and more severe.

The slaughter between the Secret Service and the Japanese became more intense and cruel.

The Shanghai District of the Secret Service started to expand in all directions after the new district chief, Wu Xinheng, took office last winter.

In addition to the original four intelligence teams of Nanshi Group, Huxi Group, French Concession Group and British Concession Group, newly established Hongkou, Zhabei, Hunan hidden groups and other hidden groups that even Lu Jingqian did not know about Group.

The internal and external staff in the Shanghai area has expanded from more than 100 people to the current 400 people.

Lu Jingqian was just transferred from Nanjing last month to be the head of the intelligence team in the French Concession in Shanghai.

Everyone is recruiting troops, and Lu Jingqian, who has just arrived, is anxious to expand his strength.

It's just that he is more cautious, and the scrutiny is extremely strict when recruiting members.

The principle that Lu Jingqian insists on is that underground work and intelligence work should not be flawed in the slightest, and that it is better to lack than to overuse.

Therefore, Lu Jingqian is naturally very interested in Cheng Qianfan's innocence and the rightful identity of the patrolling arrest.

"It's just that such a good seedling, why was no one robbed before?" The next second, Lu Jingqian, who was habitually suspicious of things, frowned.

"This is Brother Fu Guo, you are lucky." Su Zhikang said with a smile.

……

The 'drunk' Cheng Qianfan sat on the rickshaw.

Humming the tune of Zhejiang Opera for Tea Picking.

"stop."

After passing a grocery store, Cheng Qianfan took out a few yuan in French currency and asked the driver to buy two bottles of wine.

to the door.

Cheng Qianfan got out of the car and was about to leave.

"Inspector Cheng, car money, car money." The rickshaw driver hurriedly shouted.

"Car money? Didn't I give you a few dollars?" Cheng Qianfan frowned, "No need to look for it."

As he spoke, he directly unlocked the door and closed the door with a bang.

The rickshaw driver stood there, wanting to continue begging for money, but he didn't dare.

Cheng Qianfan was on patrol, and if he angered this person, there were means to make him unable to survive.

The driver picked up the blackened towel on his shoulders to wipe off the sweat.

Staring at Cheng Qianfan's house, he wanted to scold but didn't dare to scold.

He could only helplessly pull the rickshaw away, before he dared to spit on the ground.

"Pooh!"

But his eyes lit up. When he looked down, he saw two two cents coins on the seat. He quickly picked it up and carefully put it into his pocket.

Then he spit in the direction of Cheng Qianfan's house, "Deserving it!"

This section of the road car costs two cents, and he also picked up two cents for nothing.

……

Cheng Qianfan returned home, and after a few minutes, when no sound was heard outside the door, he couldn't bear it any longer:
She covered her face with her hands, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

He couldn't cry out.

Gritting his teeth desperately.

Teeth rattled.

Cheng Qianfan placed eight bowls on the table.

Every bowl is filled with wine.

Old Liao and his in-laws, three sons and two daughters, each one has a bowl of wine.

And a bowl of wine is his own.

Cheng Qianfan knew that today was the anniversary of the death of the youngest member of the Lao Liao family, and he had specially bought sorghum wine for Lao Liao before.

Now, he wants to accompany Lao Liao's family to drink and see them off.

Sprinkle the wine from the seven bowls on the ground in turn.

Cheng Qianfan picked up his bowl, spilled half of it on the ground, and poured the remaining half of the bowl of wine into his mouth.

"Old Liao, respect your family."

Cheng Qianfan only knew that his name was Lao Liao. His original name and surname were unknown. He was a native of Shenyang. After the September [-]th Incident, he brought his whole family to join the Anti-Japanese Federation. All seven members of his family, except him, died in the white mountains and the black waters.

Lao Liao was injured and was seriously ill at the same time. The organization arranged for him to come to Shanghai for treatment.

Because Lao Liao's relationship is simple and no one knows him in Shanghai, for safety reasons, Lao Liao was temporarily arranged by Comrade 'Zhulin' to serve as Cheng Qianfan's liaison officer during the treatment period.

In the room with the lights turned off, Cheng Qianfan stood in front of the window, facing north, and he whispered 'March of the Volunteers' for Lao Liao Zhuang.

"...We brave the enemy's artillery fire and advance..."

Cheng Qianfan felt that this was a battle song belonging to the old Liao family.

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