Cheng Qianfan already had a preliminary plan in his mind, but the details still need to be further crafted.
Fang Muheng has been monitored by secret agents of the Party Investigation Department. If Fang Muheng is used to rescue Yang Ximei, you must be careful.
Before getting off work, Cheng Qianfan went to the "Certificate Department" and obtained his ID card for Haozi.
In order to avoid suspicion, Cheng Qianfan "returned to his old business" and helped more than ten people from other places to Shanghai to apply for their ID documents. In this way, the "Haozai"'s ID is hidden in it and will not attract attention.
In the worst case, even if the future Haozi is exposed, Cheng Qianfan will not be suspicious or implicated because of this ID card.
It is very reasonable to use people's money to do things with others.
The heavy rain is still falling, without any intention of stopping.
Cheng Qianfan changed into casual clothes, put on his raincoat, borrowed a bicycle from a Huakui who was on duty tonight, and rushed into the heavy rain.
The place where I made an appointment with Song Fuguo was not in Fugui Restaurant.
Fugui Restaurant is the stronghold of the French Concession Intelligence Group of the Secret Service, and Cheng Qianfan is not suitable for appearing here again.
...
lightning.
thunder.
rainstorm.
It cannot stop the people who go out and work hard.
Working a day and having a day of meals.
If you stop working for a day, you will go hungry.
A rickshaw driver who was running in a heavy rain slipped under his feet and fell to the ground, and the guest also fell down.
The angry guest kicked the driver with a pointed leather shoe. The driver with a blue nose and a swollen face knelt on the ground with his head in his arms begging for mercy.
Police Annan, wearing a raincoat, hid under the eaves to shelter from the rain, pointing fingers and laughing.
Cheng Qianfan rode his bike closer, got out of the car, and suddenly attacked, kicked the hitter to the ground with a fierce kick, quickly got on the bike, and disappeared quickly in the heavy rain.
He recognized that the hitter was an employee of Aoki's uniform on Honolulu Road, and the owner was Japanese. The employee was Chinese. He served the Japanese job and was just like a Japanese.
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Baliqiao Road, Shen Dacheng pastry shop.
The clerk chatted bored behind the counter, and looked at the heavy rain outside from time to time, praying that there would be more customers after the rain.
Dingling.
The door curtain moves and the wind chimes ring.
Two female clerks looked up and saw a man in a raincoat coming in, dripping water stains all the way.
A fat clerk frowned and wanted to say something.
"Hello, come three jin of barbecue cake." The man raised his head and said with a smile.
Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dignified appearance, and elegant trees are in the wind...
These words in the novel of the master Huanzhu Lou appeared in the minds of two female clerks with average education.
A flower-like smile appeared on the fat clerk's face, "Okay, sir, please wait."
"Please wrap a few more layers of oil paper," said Cheng Qianfan.
This is what I bought for Boss Xiao Tao’s daughter.
After receiving a call from Song Fuguo, Cheng Qianfan remembered this incident and remembered Xiao Tao's daughter.
After the last time he parted with Xiao Tao, Cheng Qianfan noticed the oil paper bag in Xiao Tao's hand. He smelled it was the smell of the tip cake from Shen Dacheng pastry shop.
Xiao Tao, who was striding away from meteors, shook the tip cake in her hand, which was a father's doting and love for his daughter.
The pastries in Shen Dacheng's pastry shop are expensive. Cheng Qianfan could guess that this was something that Xiao Nannan had been pestering Xiao Tao for a long time, so Xiao Tao was willing to buy for her daughter.
Boss Xiao Tao's daughter never had the chance to pester her father to buy her head cake for her.
...
"Sir, I'll pack it for you." The fat clerk handed the pastry to Cheng Qianfan. Seeing the handsome young man taking out a stack of banknotes, the smile on the fat clerk's face became even more intense, "Sir, do you want to buy some more mung bean cakes?"
Cheng Qianfan was slightly surprised. He hadn't eaten Shen Dacheng's mung bean cake for several years.
Sister Shaoyao loves to eat mung bean cake.
Every time she buys, she buys three copies, one by herself, one by Cheng Qianfan and one by Xiaoye.
Later, I bought four copies and gave one extra for my brother-in-law.
Cheng Qianfan was very resistant to his brother-in-law at first, not the kind of resistance he was snatched from his love, but the sister who loved him was married and couldn't bear to leave him.
Sister Shaoyao is five years older than him, and her brother-in-law is six years older than him.
In the 20th year of the Republic of China, Shanghai was covered with bloody storms and the Shanghai Red Party organization suffered a nearly devastating blow, and countless people disappeared almost overnight.
There has been no news about these people since then.
No one can be seen in life, no one can die, no corpse can be seen.
Sister Shaoyao and her brother-in-law are among these people.
Sister Shaoyao, who loves her extremely, and although she has not known each other for a long time, gradually admires Cheng Qianfan and makes him feel the absence of news from his brother-in-law, whom he loves, is something that Cheng Qianfan has never let go of over the years.
"No, I don't like to eat mung bean cake." Cheng Qianfan smiled and shook his head.
After leaving the store, another thunder sounded in the sky.
Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly. Ruolan was most afraid of thunder. She must be very scared now.
...
31 Abbott Road.
This is the temporary residence of Song Fu Kingdom, or the residence that Song Fu Kingdom is willing to let Cheng Qianfan know. The two men secretly agreed to meet here.
Cheng Qianfan was riding on his bicycle and knocking on the door. The knocking sound was not noticeable amid the clamor of the heavy rain. However, the door opened quickly, and it was obvious that Song Fuguo had been waiting for a long time.
Cheng Qianfan set up his bicycle and entered the threshold. Song Fuguo looked around alertly and quickly closed the door.
After not seeing each other for more than a month, Song Fu Kingdom looked a little tired and old.
"Qianfan, you can check these documents first, and I will convey the order from the Nanjing headquarters." Song Fuguo threw a stack of manuscripts directly to Cheng Qianfan.
"Zhou Huaigu." Cheng Qianfan was shocked as soon as he opened the first page, "It turned out to be him."
After reading the first page, Cheng Qianfan turned the page and continued to read it, and asked Song Fuguo carefully, "Section Chief, I heard that this person is fighting with the Japanese. Is this true?"
"That's right." Song Fuguo said in a deep voice, "Director Dai asked us to kill him."
As he said that, Song Fuguo lowered his voice, "The commission also felt that this guy had crossed the line, and the old man issued a killing order."
"What's this old guy doing with the anger of heaven and the others?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
Zhou Huaigu was once a subordinate of Sun Chuanfang, a direct warlord, and later served as the commander of the Anguo Army. After September 18th, this person repeatedly raised his eyes for the Japanese, saying that the Japanese were not here to invade, so don’t panic.
"Zhou Huaigu has been very dishonest recently, jumping up and down, criticizing the State Government, claiming that the State Government should recognize the puppet Manchukuo." Song Fuguo said.
"The scum who forgot his ancestors!" Cheng Qianfan cursed angrily.
"What's this? This old guy also advocates asking the National Army to withdraw troops from Peking and Tianjin and allow the Japanese army to enter, saying that this move can ease tensions between China and Japan."
Cheng Qianfan was shocked. Even though he had heard of many shameful behaviors of traitors, he still felt incredible when he heard about this. How shameless people could speak such traitors openly.
"Zhou Huaigu is coming to Shanghai?" Cheng Qianfan turned to the third page. This was a telegram. He asked in surprise. This person was not staying in the north where the Japanese invaders were powerful and arrogant, and he was actually coming to Shanghai?
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Baliqiao Road, Shen Dacheng pastry shop.
The wind chime sounded.
A woman entered with a black umbrella.
"Hello, two kilograms of mung bean cake." The woman put away her umbrella and said.
The fat clerk looked at the woman in surprise and exclaimed in his heart that this woman is so beautiful, it’s really strange. On this rainy day, a very handsome young man first came, and another beautiful and charming woman who looked like a mature one.
Chapter completed!