Chapter 1 Question (Seventh)

"Idiot." Ma Hansan raised his hand and wanted to hit him. Seeing Peng Xuewen's look gloomy, he lowered his arms again. "You said you, a smart person, why is this so stubborn? Not to mention that he and your sister have never gotten married at all. Even if they have children, they won't be like this. You old Peng family have only one daughter in this generation. So many brother-in-law want to take care of you. Besides, if you do something in our industry, you have to make up your mind and refuse to recognize your relatives."

"Disciple, I've caused trouble for the master." Peng Xuewen lowered his head and continued to apologize in a low voice. Fatty Zhang had already become the guerrilla captain of the Eighth Route Army. He was the tentacles of the Eighth Route Army extending to Chahar. He was the second-ranked figure of the Central Commission for Chasui Branch. He wanted to control the entire Chahar and Suiyuan for the party and the country. In this life, the day when the two of them met sooner or later. In the past, he deliberately made an appointment to restrain himself and prevented himself from thinking about such a long-term thing. But today, when Ma Han Sanyi mentioned it, all kinds of thoughts could no longer be suppressed and poured out like springs.

"Forget it, you have done it anyway, and you have encountered the same thing again. Just think about it more." Ma Hansan hugged her neck and then hugged Peng Xuewen's shoulder tightly. "Maybe he can make a good relationship. Who knows which company will fall back to the future world? Forget it, let's not talk about these things. We both have finally met each other. Don't talk about these troubles, sit down and have a tea together. We both have not sat together for some days."

"Thank you, Master." Peng Xuewen slowly sat on the chair, picked up the teapot, and filled Ma Hansan again, "Master, drink it, it's hot, drink more medicinal tea to make the fire."

"Yes!" Ma Hansan took the tea bowl and drank a heavy gulp, his throat full of happiness and sweetness, "You are back. I have something to help you with the staff. Boss Dai called me to go back to Chongqing quickly. You said, I'll leave now, and I'd better delay for a few days to see the movement."

"Chongqing, what happened to the Chongqing headquarters?" Peng Xuewen's face immediately became solemn, put down the teapot and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either. We are masters and apprentices, so far away from Chongqing. When the news comes, the daylily will be cold." Ma Hansan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He has a lot of freedom to be a webmaster outside and has many opportunities to make contributions. However, there is a very unfavorable problem that the news is too closed and cannot grasp the changes in the situation at the headquarters. The military commander has fought hard recently. If you are not careful, you may be tripped, fall to a blue face, or even be charged with the crime of communist or communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist communist comm

"Then, what happened recently? Have you violated the taboo of Boss Dai?" Unable to get enough information, Peng Xuewen thought for a while and had to settle for the second best.

"No." Ma Hansan continued to smile bitterly, "Your master, I have been following Boss Dai since I joined the Military Control Commission. My future is on Boss Dai for the rest of my life. How could I have the courage to offend him?"

"It was the boss who pleaded for me."

"Impossible, you are my apprentice. He knows, and I have fully abide by the internal rules of the Military Control Commission. For so many years, he will not blame me for such a trivial matter."

"The Military Control Commission wants to rectify the situation. In Chongqing, weren't we mentioning the new life movement some time ago?"

"Bad, there will be no fish when the water is clear. We are not the ascetic monks in Yan'an. If we really want to rectify the situation, no one will be wronged from the arrest of Chairman Jiang."

"Then" a few of them may have been rejected by Ma Hansan. Peng Xuewen had no words anymore. He hesitated and whispered, "Then can you not go back? I just say that there are so many things happening here recently, and the Japanese have new trends."

"How is that possible?" Ma Hansan held up the empty tea bowl and drank the air, and said with a wry smile: "Boss Dai has the kindness of knowing me. If he has something to do, how could I not help him? Besides, you also know that Boss Dai's temper. Once he holds a grudge against him, your master will always be a colonel in your life, and you will never go any further."

"That's better than being confused and causing trouble when you go back." Peng Xuewen shook his head, and he felt one hundred and twenty of his masters were unwilling to go back and get involved in the mess at the headquarters. "You are neither Huangpu nor from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and you are even promoted to the general. You have no share in the top position of the Military Affairs Bureau. Why bother to use your life to bet with them?"

When Ma Hansan heard this, he felt more and more uneasy. He put the tea bowl on the table and said loudly: "Who said it was not? Forget it, let's not worry about it. Anyway, Boss Dai didn't say he wanted to send a special plane to pick me up. The Soviet planes don't pass here every day. When the plane comes, maybe this storm has passed."

His movements were too hard, and the table shaking immediately. The jade objects placed on it almost fell to the ground. He was shocked and didn't care about the safety of this trip to Chongqing. He quickly jumped up and blocked the jade that his disciples respected him with both hands, wiped them carefully, and then slowly hid them in the safe one by one.

With this little episode, Peng Xuewen calmed down instead, thought for a while, and continued to ask: "How is Boss Dai's life doing recently? Is his status stable?"

"How can it be unstable? What our chairman trusts the most is his disciple and fellow villager. As long as the chairman does not fall, who dares to touch our boss?" Ma Hansan didn't even think about it. While continuing to sort out the various jade and jade pieces in his safe, he responded casually.

He has such a hobby. As long as he sees jade and jade, especially ancient jade from some eras, he can't take his eyes away. When he has spare money, he buys it everywhere. People who ask him to do things like him and use these things to bribe him. However, no matter how much he likes, Ma Hansan rarely affects his work because of his hobbies. On the contrary, when he encounters trouble, the warmth of jade and jade can quickly calm his mood and keep his mind calm.

Peng Xuewen slowly poured himself a bowl of medicinal tea, and while savoring it, he whispered, "In the opinion of his disciple, he is eager to call you back. There are only two reasons at present. First, there are important tasks to be assigned to you. Second, his position has been challenged in the bureau. You need to go back and help him strengthen his momentum and express his feelings to him."

"Who dares to provoke him in the bureau? I'm so brave." Ma Hansan curled his lips and disagreed with Peng Xuewen's analysis. "Who else can be trusted by Jiang Jiang so much in the Military Control Commission?"

Halfway through his words, he quickly put down the jade in his hand, locked the safe door, and strode towards Peng Xuewen, "You mean, someone in the bureau dares to challenge the boss's status, that, that Mao Qiwu was pulled by Boss Dai with one hand, how could he be so ungrateful?"

"He is also a fellow member of the chairman and also a Huangpu Group. Although he has not obtained a diploma," influenced by his master, Peng Xuewen did not respect Mao Renfeng, a military commander, in his words. "It is true that he is rich and charming. He has the conditions that Boss Dai has, and he is also very good at being a human being. He is a famous smiling tiger in our military command."

"He dared not." Ma Hansan felt guilty, but refused to believe Peng Xuewen's judgment. "He doesn't have the courage and ability. We, Boss Dai, have many problems, but we, Boss Dai, are not vague when we kill the Japanese. He is Mao Qiwu, is just a gangster. Every day, besides fighting with Zheng Jiemin, he is just a red figure, and is not the material to control the overall situation at all."

"But he has already posed a threat to Boss Dai, or in other words, we Boss Dai feel the threat and plan ahead." Peng Xuewen believed in his judgment very much and continued to whisper.

"Then, then I should go back," Ma Hansan frowned again, his teeth clattering, "Boss Dai is here, our Military Control Commission can do some serious things. If Mao Qiwu changes to the home of the Military Control Commission, I am afraid that the only goal of our Military Control Commission in the future is Yan'an, and we will not have any thoughts on the Japanese."

"Then" Peng Xuewen stood up and wanted to persuade him, but when he saw the resolute expression on his master's face, he slowly sat down. The master was a good assassin and a good agent, but not a good politician. The politician would make a choice, and he would never do it. So instead of wasting his saliva, he should not go back to Chongqing, it would be better to spend more time planning for him what he needs to pay attention to after returning.

"You call Fu Zuoyi's office and ask if they can arrange a plane for me immediately." Ma Zhanshan whispered while packing up the things he needed to carry with him, "We will also help me sort out a work summary for our Chasui Station over the past six months, so as not to see Boss Dai. When he asked, I was not good at it."

"Yes." Peng Xuewen quickly stood up and followed his master to work hard. "Disciple thinks that the reason why Boss Dai chose you is because you are neither from Zhejiang nor from Huangpu, and you will never threaten his status. Therefore, after you go back, you must emphasize this point, especially in front of Mao Renfeng and Zheng Jiemin, you must keep these words on your lips so that they know that you will not threaten anyone at all."
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