My years of espionage

Chapter 56 Are you a (National Party) party member? (Ask for a collection recommendation ticket)
Cheng Qianfan glanced at Kawada Yongji with a strange expression, "Kawada-kun really hasn't gone back for a long time, Mr. Wuwu died five years ago, and the master of the temple later raised a Mr. Xiaowu."

"So it is." Kawada Yongji nodded, "I have been away from my hometown for too long, I really miss it."

As he said that, he smiled, "Miyazaki-kun, goodbye, I hope next time we meet, you and I can have a good time with each other."

"Kawada-kun, I also look forward to this day." Cheng Qianfan bowed slightly, "Take care."

"Take care." Kawada Yongji bowed in return.

Cheng Qianfan carried the suitcase and quietly watched Kawada Yongji leave surrounded by the crowd.

Mr. Wu Wu is a civet cat.

It is the god cat of the Ersong Temple, and the locals in Fukushima like it very much.

Mr. Wu is also a civet cat.

Imai told him about it as an interesting story.

There was fine cold sweat on his back. Kawada Yongji's cautiousness and cunning exceeded his imagination. Fortunately, he knew about it.

At this moment, the young man in the tunic suit he had seen before trotted over and whispered, "Mr Miyazaki, Kawada-kun asked me to tell you that if you have any difficulties in Hangzhou, you can take this business card to Japan. The concession is looking for Major Okada Toshihiko."

With that said, he handed a business card to Cheng Qianfan.

"Kawada-kun has a heart, thank him for me." Cheng Qianfan took the business card with both hands and said.

Cheng Qianfan waited for Kawada Yongji and his party to board the car to greet them, and then picked up the business card to read.

'Manchurian Jingzhimaru Chamber of Commerce - Kawada Yongji'.

from the northeast?
Cheng Qianfan moved in his heart.

……

He put the business card in his pocket, carried the suitcase out of the platform, reached out and called a rickshaw, "Go to Zhijiang University and find a clean and fresh inn near the school."

Hangzhou's market is very lively, bustling with people.

The peddler carrying the load to sell the goods shouted along the way.

The children gathered around the candy man's stand, drooling with their fingers twitching.

There is a facade with a sign of the Youth Christian Association, and a billiard table is placed at the door. Several young people in suits and sunglasses are smoking cigarettes and chatting and laughing wanton.

"Sir, this Yunlong Inn is the best here." The rickshaw driver stopped at the entrance of an inn.

Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, and the attentive driver wanted to help carry the suitcase, but Cheng Qianfan politely refused, sneered, and led the way in front.

"keep the change."

"Thank you, thank you, sir, kindhearted."

Cheng Qianfan paid the fare and watched what the rickshaw driver and the innkeeper were saying in a low voice. The innkeeper threw out two nickels. The driver was happy to catch it, and smiled and bowed at Cheng Qianfan, and then happily pulled the car. left.

"Sir, this shop has A, B and C third-class rooms, you are—"

"One room, I don't like liveliness, be quiet."

"Okay, come with me."

Cheng Qianfan didn't do anything in the room, covered with a quilt and fell asleep.

About two hours later, he got out of bed and opened the suitcase, which contained some changes of clothes.

There is also a wooden box.

He opened the wooden box, which contained a brand-new Mauser pistol and a full-loaded spare magazine.

After careful inspection, Cheng Qianfan picked up the wooden box, wrapped it in kraft paper, and put it into a cloth bag with books.

Shi Shiran left the room, said hello to the shopkeeper, and left the inn.

After turning around several times, he came to a remote alley a few streets away from the inn. He used a dagger to pry open the bricks of the dirt wall, dig out the dirt inside, make a hole in the wall, and stuff the gun box inside. Go, refill with blue bricks.

After taking two steps, he picked up the dog feces on the ground and pasted them on the green bricks without caring.

Then I went to a small river to wash my hands and called a rickshaw.

First, we went to the lively Royal Street which is quite far from here.

After walking around for a while, I came out of another alley and called a rickshaw.

"Go to Xiongzhen Tower."

……

Sitting on the rickshaw, Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

He didn't know if Kawada Yongji believed him and whether he would continue to send people to follow him after he left the station, so he didn't dare to go directly to Xiongzhen Tower.

No matter how the other party acts, he himself must be cautious enough.

"Okay, come here."

Cheng Qianfan got out of the car and paid for the car.

After walking dozens of meters, I came to the gate of the courtyard with a sign.

"Stop, who?" a guard with a medium-sized rifle on his back scolded.

Cheng Qianfan was about to take out his 'letter of introduction' when he saw three men approaching, one of whom was 'Nagging'.

"Someone has come to pick me up." Cheng Qianfan pointed.

'Nagging' greeted the guard, the guard waved his hand, and Cheng Qianfan stepped in.

……

"Mr. Cheng, why are you here so late?"

"Sorry, something has been delayed." Cheng Qianfan said with his fists folded.

After walking for a while, Cheng Qianfan's expression changed, "Nagging, what do you mean?"

The three had formed a triangle formation to double-team him.

"Mr. Cheng, Deputy Director Yu has a request, please hand over your gun." Nagau said with an expressionless face.

"It's not like asking me over, it's more like escorting." Cheng Qianfan said angrily.

"Please hand over your gun." The man on the left suddenly pulled out a '10-year pistol' and aimed it at Cheng Qianfan.

Cheng Qianfan looked at the other party coldly, and was about to take out the Mauser pistol at his waist.

"Don't move." The man shook the pistol.

Cheng Qianfan raised his hand, and the man on his right came up, pulled out the Mauser pistol on his waist, touched his body again, and pulled out a dagger from the bottom of his trousers.

"Please, Mr. Cheng." Nag said with his left hand to lead the way.

"Humph!"

Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, and moved forward in silence under the 'escort' of the three.

He is thinking fast.

Is it a trap?
Has his identity of the Red Party been exposed?

Not too possible.

He himself denied the speculation.

So the only possible reason...

Nagging reported the incident on the train, and this person was dissatisfied with the behavior that he had suppressed by ordering, and he would add fuel to it, or even suspect that he had an affair with Japan.

After figuring out the joints, Cheng Qianfan's heart calmed down.

On the way here, he figured out how to report and explain the matter.

……

He came to a small white building that was heavily guarded.

A young man dressed in a national army uniform with the rank of lieutenant came out.

He looked at Cheng Qianfan coldly, and seemed a little surprised by his handsome face.

"Cheng Wufang?"

Cheng Wufang was a temporary pseudonym obtained by Song Fuguo for him.

Before Cheng Qianfan could speak, two soldiers came up, touched him again, took out wallets, business cards, notes and other items from his pocket and put them on a tray.

"Mr. Cheng, please."

Cheng Qianfan stood still, straightened his suit, and straightened his crooked tie before following him in.

"Report."

"what's up?"

"Report to Deputy Director Yu, brought by Cheng Wufang."

"Come in."

"Mr. Cheng, please." The young officer opened the door.

Cheng Qianfan strode in, and a soldier followed him with a tray in his hand. Someone inside took the tray. The soldier saluted, turned and left, and closed the door.

……

Cheng Qianfan looked at the environment in the room.

Behind the central desk, a man in a Chinese tunic suit was sitting at his desk, writing. The desk was full of various documents.

There were also two young men in tunic suits with the 'Leader' badge on their chests.

One of them stood respectfully on the right side of the desk, not looking sideways.

The other person placed the tray lightly on the corner of the desk and was examining it carefully. He picked up Kawada Nagayoshi's business card and looked at it with a strange look.

"Are you a party member?" The man writing at the desk suddenly asked without raising his head.

"Report to Deputy Director Yu, the subordinate is a party member." Cheng Qianfan replied respectfully, "In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, I joined the party at the Central Army Military Academy."

"Huh?" The man picked up a page of paper on the table, looked at it carefully, raised his head, and showed a look of surprise, "Central Army Military Academy? Which issue?"

　Thank you very much for the rewards of [The Soul of the Night Demon], [Happy Little Douzi], and [Jiangnan Luluo].

Ask for collection, everyone thinks it's okay, don't forget to collect.

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Ask for a monthly pass.

Many thanks.

　
(End of this chapter)