With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming's head was buzzing. He never expected that Wang Huilin was actually an old enemy spy who had been lurking there.

When the country was first founded, many members of the Kuomintang stayed in the mainland, and most of them changed their appearance and lived a normal life.

Some of them were unwilling to accept defeat, so they went undercover as spies, trying to overthrow the newly established government.

Wang Huilin is one of them. He started as an ordinary citizen and gradually rose to become a salesperson in a department store.

Once, the enemy spy group had an internal conflict and the other side slandered him for betraying the organization.

Wang Huilin was forced into a corner, so he cut off the first joint of his left middle finger, swore an oath on the finger, and regained the old general's trust.

"Xue Ming, based on Wang Huilin's confession, we have already figured out his whereabouts.

He is at the lowest level, there are three levels of leadership above him, and the highest level leader is the old general. "

Bi Zhengfang was in a good mood and lit a cigarette for himself: "In addition to the old general, we have secretly monitored two other enemy spies."

Xue Ming became interested: "Who are the other two levels? Tell me and I'll have some fun."

Bi Zhengfang sneered: "You'd never guess that a cleaner and a maintenance worker in People's Park are his superiors."

"Haha, you said I can't think of it, then I can't think of it." Xue Ming immediately remembered the cleaning lady he met in the park when he was just dismissed from his job.

Next, the public security will conduct a secret investigation and wait for the enemy spy chief, the old general, to surface before catching them all in one fell swoop.

Xue Ming didn't want to pay attention to these things, and stared at Bi Zhengfang: "I just want to know who the old general is? Did Wang Huilin confess?"

“No.” Bi Zhengfang waved his hand and said, “The old general is very mysterious, and Wang Huilin doesn’t know who he is.

But I guess that the old neighbor must be an official who has infiltrated our inner circle, and he may hold a high position."

"Okay." Xue Ming shook his head and said, "I came here today to tell you that we have the possibility of winning over Qian Dahuan. Do you want me to give it a try?"

Bi Zhengfang was stunned, then frowned and lit another cigarette for himself.

There was more and more smoke in the room, and the smell of smoke was getting stronger and stronger. Xue Ming got up and opened the window.

Looking at the sun in the western sky, the sunset glowed on his body, as if he was wearing a suit of golden armor.

"The sunset is beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Uncle Bi, after completing this mission, I want to return to a normal life."

"Oh, you still have the mood to recite poetry?"

Bi Zhengfang smiled and said, "When the mission is over, the organization will reinstate your position, and you will still be the first director of the Transportation Department."

"Uncle Bi, it doesn't matter if you are the director or not." Xue Ming turned and looked at him: "The life I want is to not let people like Shen Xiaoli affect my normal life. Can you do that?"

"Yes!" Bi Zhengfang stood up and walked to Xue Ming, patting his shoulder. "By then, your father-in-law will be reinstated to his original position, and your life will return to what it was before."

Xue Ming nodded, turned around and walked out of the house, standing at the door and said: "I hope you will keep your word."

He strode away from Bi's house, as if it were a deserted place, took out his bicycle from the space, and rode home.

During the journey, I kept looking behind me to make sure no one was following me.

When I got home, my mother had already prepared dinner, and Niu Guoxing and Xue Ling were also there.

"Haoyu, let your father hug you." Xue Ling handed Xue Haoyu to Xue Ming to hold.

Xue Ming walked into the kitchen carrying his son. Seeing his mother still cutting vegetables, he handed his son to her.

"Mom, go outside and have some rest." Xue Ming picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting the cucumber into shreds.

"Xiao Yu, grandma's good grandson." Liu Yue'e moved a stool and sat in the yard, putting her grandson on her lap and teasing him.

Zhao Xue walked out of the main room and looked at her husband who was cooking in the kitchen. She felt that he seemed to be worried about something.

"Mom, give the child to me." Zhao Xue took the child from her mother-in-law and secretly winked at her.

Liu Yue'e also noticed that something was wrong with her son, so she got up and went into the kitchen.

"Child, if you have something on your mind, tell me."

"Mom, you and Wang Huilin must have a very good relationship. What do you usually talk about?"

"We didn't talk about anything, just some family matters."

Liu Yue'e helped her son wash vegetables and said with a smile: "Our counters are next to each other, and we usually chat about some family matters.

He is a grown man, but he likes to listen to this and can chat with us female comrades. "

Xue Ming added oil to the pot, and when the oil was hot, he started to cook. Wisps of smoke came out of the pot.

"Apart from family matters, don't talk to him about work, such as my work."

"No, he knows everything about our family, and I don't understand your job, so I won't talk about this topic."

Xue Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't talk about work, he wouldn't reveal too many secrets.

Liu Yue'e suddenly frowned: "Child, why are you suddenly talking about Wang Huilin? Is there something wrong with him?"

"It's okay." Xue Ming tried to speak in a normal tone, "Mom, don't mention me outside anymore.

"I don't want to tell anyone outside what I say or do at home, okay?"

"Okay!" Liu Yue'e suddenly became nervous and asked in a low voice: "Child, what happened?"

"It's okay. Just don't mention me to anyone else. Don't mention Guoxing or the Transportation Department either."

Xue Ming put the fried cucumber on a plate and said, "Bring it to the main room. I'll make some soup."

At the same time, Ma Dazhuang, the air-raid shelter blaster, visited Qian Dahan and put two pounds of millet on the table.

The two of them were smoking in the house and chatting about things on the construction site.

Ma Dazhuang said: "Lao Zhou wanted Xue Ming to take your place, but Xue Ming refused directly."

"Oh? What did he say?" Qian Dahan frowned.

"He said he didn't know anything about blasting and didn't want an outsider to command professionals, and he also said that this would affect the progress of the project."

Ma Dazhuang sighed and said, "Old Qian, I think Xue Ming is not bad, and he is not unreasonable."

Qian Dahan frowned and fell into deep thought. After finishing his cigarette, he lit another one for himself.

"Old Qian, what do you think of Xue Ming? Can we make friends with him?" Ma Dazhuang asked.

"I don't know either. You decide for yourself." Qian Dahuan smiled and waved his hand: "Let's not talk about him. Tell me about your work."

"There's not much to do at work, except hard work and fatigue. I'm exhausted every day."

"Comrade Lao Ma, of course the work is hard. How is Lao Zhou feeling recently? Has he mentioned me?"

The two chatted for a long time, and finally Ma Dazhuang stood up to say goodbye, and Qian Dahan saw him out.

When Qian Dahan couldn't sleep at night, he began to think about his future and whether he had a better way out.