A different kind of Lou Chun - "The Pretender" colleague

Minglou Secretariat.

Ah Cheng frowned, and was staring at a newspaper of the day in a daze.On that familiar page, a strange notice was printed:

Our store's purchase of high-quality celadon unearthed in the Ming Dynasty at a high price has been temporarily shelved due to the sudden illness of the shopkeeper.Please wait patiently for those who are interested, and discuss the follow-up in detail one by one after recovery.We apologize for the inconvenience.

Signed: Zhenjiang Chunlai Antique Shop.

Who wrote this?What's the meaning?

I hurriedly sent an email to inquire about the organization, but the organization had no clue, so I just asked him to observe silently.All sorts of chaotic guesses flashed through Ah Cheng's mind, and his heart was beating so hard that he couldn't figure it out.He never believed that this was just a simple commercial notice.So, what is the deep meaning beyond its literal meaning?

Ming dynasty celadon...wait patiently...Zhenjiang spring comes...

The more Ah Cheng thought about it, the more nervous and excited he became, he grabbed the coffee prepared for Ming Lou in a panic and drank it down, and then he frowned even more tightly due to the bitterness.No, he can't wait.He must go to Zhenjiang as soon as possible, he must find out!

But what should I tell my brother?

Ah Cheng glanced again at the newspaper that had already been memorized backwards, folded it up and threw it into the trash can.He knows very well that it is more cruel to have hope and then to be disillusioned than to never give hope.The eldest brother's body and mind, which was riddled with holes, could no longer bear such stimulation and blows.He couldn't tell Minglou about it until he was [-]% sure what happened.

Fortunately, Zhenjiang is very close to Nanjing, so finding an excuse to go to Nanjing on business can solve the problem.

Ah Cheng made up his mind, felt more at ease, and went to Minglou's office with a new cup of coffee.

The good news is that over the past week or so, as the weather has warmed up, Minglou's health has improved significantly.The fever subsided, and the coughing and shortness of breath gradually subsided. Although people were still busy day and night, their demeanor was no longer as frightening as before, as if they would fall to the ground at any time.

And the new secretary, Tong Xuehong, who caused Ah Cheng quite a headache, for some reason, has calmed down a lot recently.She no longer deliberately approached Minglou to seduce him in every possible way, instead she worked hard and quietly, and became a standard model secretary.

As for whether she retreated despite the difficulties and gave up the mission assigned to her by Fujita, or planned to find another way to find out their details from other places, it is not known.But at least the eldest brother doesn't have to face that unmistakable face, endure the inner torment and resist her temptation/temptation.

Ash let out a long sigh of relief.

The early morning light shines through rows of large glass windows, reflecting a golden path in the corridor.Ah Cheng walked in this bright stream of colors, feeling that the spring day, which was late this year, had finally arrived.

However, when the door was pushed open, the gloomy and coldness of the room rushed over.Minglou's office is large and has many windows, but at this moment, the warm morning sun outside seems to be unable to penetrate the thin silk curtains, and cannot drive away the man who is meditating at the desk. Quiet as snow.

Ah Cheng walked over silently, put the coffee on the table, took the open aspirin bottle cap without any trace, and called softly: "Brother."

Minglou slowly raised his head, watched Ah Cheng walk away and opened the curtains one by one.The warm sun that suddenly came in stung his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his brows and close his eyes.

The radiant light and shadow gilded his frosted temples into dazzling gold, and the deep black and blue around the eyes and the pale and tired face could not be hidden for a moment.Minglou opened his eyes again, met Ah Cheng's tearful expression of love, and covered his forehead with his hand, and forced himself to get to the point:

"Ah Cheng, do you still remember that Colonel Kawashima who was with General Nakamura, the head of the Mei Agency, at the Japanese army's celebration of the Jiyuan Festival?"

Acheng thought for a while: "You mean Jiro Kawashima? The chief staff officer of the War Guidance Section, the senior military advisor of the Nanjing government?"

"Yes, that's him. There are rumors that he is a popular candidate for the next head of the Special Advanced Course."

"he?"

Ah Cheng was a little surprised: "I heard that he and Nakamura are mentors and apprentices, and the two have a close personal relationship. But he is in the special high school...he is not familiar with the situation in Shanghai."

"We also don't know enough about him."

Ming Lou ordered: "Think of a way, I need to get the detailed information of this person as soon as possible."

"Yes, brother. I'll get to it right away."

Minglou nodded, and asked again: "Last time I asked you to pay attention to the matter of sending prisoners of war to Hangzhou. How is the investigation going?"

"Liang Zhongchun said that hundreds of people have been smuggled there, and they are still being transported. Jianqiao Airport and the aviation school have announced that they will build a pharmaceutical factory to increase front-line rations. The surrounding guards are very strict, and China is not allowed within a radius of ten miles. And that Kumamoto came back from the inspection in Hangzhou and has been holding secret meetings at the Nanjing Central Army Hospital, and has never shown up in public. Our people have heard that they are frequently contacting the Kwantung Army Command, but we don’t know the specifics.”

Ah Cheng spoke in a heavy voice and looked at Minglou worriedly: "I think, brother, your previous guess is correct. Ishii's troops are going to send people here. Hangzhou will become their new base for bacterial testing and production. But the problem is, The level of secrecy in this plan is too high, and it is difficult for us to obtain more specific information."

Minglou's eyes were full of anger, he clenched his fists and pondered for a moment, then said decisively: "We must ask the Japanese Communist Party to assist us in this matter. Go to Mr. Akita immediately, explain the situation, and ask him for help."

"This...doesn't conform to the procedure?" Ah Cheng reminded in a low voice.

After Sister Manchun's accident, the Central Committee has not yet arranged for a new special commissioner to come.It stands to reason that in their capacity they cannot contact the Japanese Communist Party without authorization.

"The situation is urgent, so I don't care so much. According to what you said, the germ warfare troops sent by Ishii are likely to have gone or are preparing to go south. We must get accurate information, act quickly, and wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

Ah Cheng nodded.

Minglou continued: "I will report all the situation to the Southern Bureau when the organization is there. We will discuss the specific details of the operation when we get further information."

"Yes."

Ah Cheng responded, and took the opportunity to say, "Brother, I want to take some time to go to Nanjing in person and see if I can find out anything else."

Minglou thought about it for a while, and agreed, "Okay, I'll leave in the afternoon after finishing the work on Akita."

As he spoke, he took out a file from the pile of documents on the table and handed it over: "Just say to the outside world, I will send you to submit this newly drafted economic reform plan to the officials of the Ministry of Finance for review."

"Okay." Ah Cheng took the document, secretly happy.

"Also," Minglou noticed his expression, and exhorted very worriedly:

"Remember, don't rush forward. It doesn't matter if you can't find anything, you must protect yourself."

"Got it, big brother."

Ah Cheng's eyes were hot, and he suddenly felt sad and tearful: "Brother, take care too, don't be too tired. I'll be back soon."

"Ah."

Minglou responded lightly, with the usual reassuring smile on the corners of his lips.Soft as the spring breeze, warm as the rising sun.

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