"Do you think there is something wrong with this Meng Fanyu?" The weather was too hot, and Lao Huang fanned Cheng Qianfan with a fan.
"This person's designation is not simple, he is not a pure businessman." Cheng Qianfan said his previous analysis.
"It makes sense." Old Huang nodded and sneered, "It was the first time I heard that I had taken a Red Party as a gift."
As he said that, he looked at Cheng Qianfan and smiled, "It seems that your image as a red-hate executioner is deeply rooted in the eyes of outsiders."
"In addition, this person appeared too suddenly, and it is not ruled out that the enemy was deliberately testing me." Cheng Qianfan said.
"I really have to be careful about this." Old Huang nodded, "And, after hearing what you said, I always feel something strange."
"Let me tell me." Cheng Qianfan said.
...
"You said this man patted his chest and said he was going to make up for the gift from the Red Party." Lao Huang said, "I think this guy has found something. I'm using a long line to catch big fish."
Cheng Qianfan thought about it and felt that what Lao Huang said made sense.
However, the two of them had been calculating for a long time, but they could not figure out what Meng Fanyu had found.
"This matter is strange, and it is not easy to warn the organization through 'abacus'." Cheng Qianfan said with a frown.
Lao Huang also nodded with a serious expression.
Because we have to be careful of the enemy's temptation, this matter is indeed not easy to warn.
The comrades who posted the slogans were targeted by the enemy. Strictly speaking, it is not an emergency. The most important thing is that if such a "small thing" is a warning, if it is really a test of the enemy, it is the most likely that "small thing" will happen.
"But one thing, Meng Fanyu came to you, not to mention what his intention was, this matter must be vigilant, otherwise you will only have more chances of facing the organization in the future." Old Huang thought and said.
"After a while, let comrades in the "Abacus" meet with comrades from local party organizations. He would say that he would give the sinful "Mr. Xiao Cheng" a little color." Cheng Qianfan said.
"Yes!" Old Huang nodded and smiled, "I scared this 'Xiao Cheng' who was cut into pieces."
Cheng Qianfan glared at Old Huang.
...
A few days later.
Haozai reported to Brother Fan, "Brother Fan, Meng Fanyu has come again. He said he has met the Red Party who posted slogans."
"Oh?" Cheng Qianfan raised his eyebrows and showed a hint of joy. "I didn't expect that this guy would make up for the gift."
"Where is that Red Party?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"Meng Fanyu said he would report to you in person." Haozai said.
"Where are others?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"It's outside the booth." Haozai said.
Cheng Qianfan tapped the table with his fingers, "Please come in."
"yes."
...
After a moment, Haozai brought Meng Fanyu in.
As soon as he entered the door, Meng Fanyu took off his hat and bowed slightly to Cheng Qianfan, "Mr. Cheng, fortunately, I have made up for the gift."
"Sit down and talk." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
Meng Fanyu felt relieved when he saw Cheng Qianfan's attitude. It seemed that his plan was right. Cheng Qianfan really hated the Red Party.
"I have been thinking about this all the time. It's a coincidence that I met a young man on the street today. When I looked at him, it was the Red Party with the slogans." Meng Fanyu said, "I followed him quietly and followed him to the door of this man's house."
Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly and signaled Meng Fanyu to continue speaking.
"That man is Han Lin, who lives in No. 31, Dachengfang." Meng Fanyu said.
Han Lin?
Cheng Qianfan's heart moved. He knew that Comrade Qin Di had a good friend named Han Lin, and that Qin Di's home was also in Dachengfang.
He immediately knew that Han Lin, whom Meng Fanyu reported, might be really his comrade.
...
"But you see it right?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"Really." Meng Fanyu said, "I am afraid of making a mistake. I also asked. Han Lin often participated in so-called anti-Japanese rallies and parades when he was in school, and he was definitely the Red Party."
"Haozi." Cheng Qianfan looked at Haozi, "Take a few people, take Mr. Meng to Dachengfang to recognize people, and capture Han Lin."
After pausing, he pondered, "Secretly arrested in the name of making friends with bandits."
"I understand." Haozai nodded.
"Mr. Cheng." Meng Fanyu suddenly said.
"What?" Cheng Qianfan looked at Meng Fanyu, "What else does Mr. Meng have to say?"
"Mr. Cheng, as I see, the Red Party that posted slogans is mostly just a small role. Mr. Cheng might as well arrange for someone to secretly monitor it. Maybe he can use a long line to catch big fish." Meng Fanyu said.
"Are you teaching me to do things?" Cheng Qianfan looked gloomy and stared at Meng Fanyu.
"I dare not, I dare not." Meng Fanyu said quickly, "If you want to catch thieves, Mr. Cheng is definitely a professional. I just made immature suggestions."
Cheng Qianfan pondered and stared at Meng Fanyu.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "What Mr. Meng said makes some sense."
He looked at Haozai, "You take Mr. Meng to Dachengfang, first recognize people secretly, and then arrange for reliable brothers to secretly monitor them."
"I understand." Haozai nodded, and he looked at Meng Fanyu, "Mr. Meng, please."
Meng Fanyu got up, picked up the hat, bowed slightly to Cheng Qianfan, put on the hat, and followed Haozai away.
...
Cheng Qianfan's face was gloomy and uncertain.
He is now 80% sure that Meng Fanyu was sent by the enemy to test him.
The suggestion this guy just made was not like a businessman at all, but more like a spy who had been engaged in spy work for a long time.
After thinking for a while, Cheng Qianfan walked downstairs and came to Lao Huang's medical room.
"Can't be saved!" Lao Huang said with a serious expression, "Our task is not to do such ordinary 'little things'."
"This is the life of a comrade, and it even involves many comrades, not a 'small thing'." Cheng Qianfan said.
Then, looking at Lao Huang's serious face, he sighed himself. How could he not understand what Lao Huang said? It's just that he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.
...
"Now we can basically judge that these comrades have been targeted by the enemy for a long time." Lao Huang said, "People cannot save them, and the enemy cannot say that they are staring at your every move now."
He asked Comrade 'Flame', "Which side do you think is testing you?"
"It shouldn't be a Japanese." Cheng Qianfan thought, shook his head slightly and said, "In the Japanese side, I am 'Kentaro Miyazaki'. Even if the Japanese suspect that I am cooperating with the enemy, they will probably suspect that I was bribed because of money and other interests. They should even suspect that I was bribed by Chongqing, rather than testing me with the Red Party."
"That's Jisifei Road." Old Huang pondered.
Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly, and he also tended to recognize Lao Huang's judgment.
"It is very likely that it is the sequelae brought by the 'Yu Lang' case." Cheng Qianfan thought, "The agent headquarters has basically determined that 'Yu Lang' is the Red Party. It is possible that they are suspicious of me, so they are testing."
"Then you can't move even more." Lao Huang said.
"Now I can only expect Comrade Han Lin to be alert enough to find danger." Cheng Qianfan said.
The two looked at each other speechlessly, and the strong sense of powerlessness swallowed the hearts of the two Bolsheviks in the warriors.
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Dachengfang.
Han Lin was reading newspapers at home, and he was excited and nervous.
The victory of the Eighth Route Army's attack on Zhengtai Road in North China inspired him and his comrades.
At the same time, I was even more anxious to leave Shanghai and go to the team.
He had previously applied to the organization to go to the New Fourth Army, but the organization did not approve it.
This time, the organization decided to take advantage of the Zhengtai Road news publicity as an opportunity to strive to organize patriotic youths to join the New Fourth Army.
Han Lin applied to the organization again to go to the team with the team. After Minister Tan, who was in charge of military transportation, learned about his situation, he finally let go and said that he would seriously consider his request for battle.
Putting down the newspaper, Han Lin decided to find Comrade Wu Han and Comrade Cao Zhibin. He and Comrade Cao Zhibin were comrades-in-arms of the Anti-Japanese Propaganda Office of the French Concession in Shanghai. Comrade Wu Han was the introducer of him and Comrade Cao Zhibin. This time he and Comrade Cao Zhibin submitted an application to the organization, hoping to go to the team and fight with the enemy with real swords and guns. After Comrade Wu Han learned about the situation, although he was reluctant, he chose to respect their decision.
...
"Brother Hao, the person is out." Diao Yiming whispered to Haozai.
Haozi turned his head and looked at Meng Fanyu, "Is this the person?"
"Yes, it's him." Meng Fanyu nodded.
Haozi turned his head and kept following Han Lin who had left home without hesitation with two plainclothes looking into her eyes.
...
"A Bin." Han Lin came to Liao's grain and oil store and found Cao Zhibin who was keeping the accounts.
"Wait a minute, I'll finish this account." Cao Zhibin glanced at Han Lin and said with a smile.
A few minutes later, he greeted the people in the store and led Han Lin into the backyard of the grain and oil store.
"I was just talking about going to find you, it seems that you have received news," Cao Zhibin said to Han Lin excitedly.
"What?"
"It seems you don't know yet." Cao Zhibin smiled, and he said in a low voice, "Minister Wu has approved our application for a fight, and the organization decided to send us two to Maoshan."
"Really?!" Han Lin was overjoyed.
"This is fake." Cao Zhibin nodded.
"That's great." Han Lin clenched his fists and waved them, "This time we can meet the Japanese invaders with real swords and guns."
He said to Cao Zhibin with anticipation, "I have to kill two Japanese devils with my own hands to be able to achieve success."
Cao Zhibin glanced at Han Lin and patted his comrade-in-arms on the shoulder.
He knew why Han Lin said that killing two Japanese devils was enough. Comrade Han Lin had always thought about killing Japanese devils and avenging Comrade Qin Di.
...
"I'm alone, I'm not worried." Cao Zhibin looked at Han Lin and said, "You have thought about why you told your uncles and aunts."
"In times of crisis in the family and country, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved at the same time." Han Lin was silent for a moment and said, "I will leave a letter to inform the two elders."
As he said that, Han Lin looked at the sky, "If I could live by chance when the War of Resistance Against Japan is victorious, I will come back to honor the two elders."
"If you sacrifice," he sighed, then raised his head, looked at Cao Zhibin, and smiled, "The horse's body is wrapped in a corpse, and it can be regarded as not insulting the ancestors. The grace of the two elders will be repaid in the next life."
Cao Zhibin didn't say anything, but just patted Han Lin on the shoulder.
Yes, at this time of crisis in the family and country, our men can only sacrifice their lives and entangle them in the horse and wear them. As for the others, they can't care about them.
...
"You wait for me here. I'm done with work. In the afternoon, we will see Comrade Wu Han and say goodbye to him." Cao Zhibin said.
"I'm going to have a walk around, and my youngest girl kept talking about eating Shen Dacheng's bar cake." Han Lin smiled, "When my brother left, I don't know if I can come back, so I have to satisfy my youngest girl's little wish."
"Okay." Cao Zhibin nodded, "Come to find me when you finish your work."
"OK."
...
A car parked outside the Liao family’s grain and oil shop, across the road.
"Mao Rui, see clearly, is it him?" Wan Haiyang asked, staring at Cao Zhibin who was returning to the counter from the yard.
A young man with a bruised nose and swollen eyes and a dissatisfied look through the car window, then lowered his head.
"Speak." Wan Haiyang snorted coldly and said.
"Yes." Mao Rui sighed and said, "His name is Cao Zhibin, and he is the deputy leader of our propaganda team."
He was very upset and even more ashamed.
The great victory of Zhengtai Road has caused heated discussion among Shanghai citizens.
There was a neighbor, an old Ker, who didn't believe it and said that the Eighth Route Army did not have this ability. It depends on the fight against the Japanese, and it was Chongqing.
He was resentful for a moment and argued with him.
With the words of ruthlessness, he even said that the slogan was posted by them, which was a real good news.
Then, that night, he was secretly arrested by the people from Jisifer Road.
Mao Rui thought he could face the torture instruments without changing his face, but when he whipped off a whip stained with salt water, he felt so painful that he realized that he was determined to face the torture instruments. It was really difficult and difficult.
He gritted his teeth and persevered, constantly telling himself that he could survive.
However, seeing the whip did not make him surrender.
Then, the agent on No. 76, in front of him, tortured a person who had been tortured to death with a soldering iron. Then, when the soldering iron came into contact with his skin, a huge pain and burnt smell spread. He could not bear it after all, and shouted "I'll say"!
...
"Who is that person?" Wan Haiyang saw a man coming out of the grain and oil shop, greeted Cao Zhibin and asked immediately.
Mao Rui was stunned.
Wan Haiyang was delighted and asked sternly, "Say!"
"Han, Han Lin." Mao Rui grabbed his hair vigorously, looked at Han Lin's back and whispered, "The staff member of the propaganda team."
Wan Haiyang was overjoyed. He turned his head and said to the agent in the co-pilot, "Luo Xing, follow up and stare at this person."
"Yes." Luo Xing, the co-pilot, nodded, got out of the car, then waved his hand, and several people followed without a trace.
"Huh?" Wan Haiyang frowned in the car. He saw two people sneakingly following Han Lin.
He said to his subordinates in the cab, "Tell brothers, be careful, catch them together, and don't overturn the ship in the gutter."
"I understand." The driver nodded, got out of the car and smoked, made a gesture, and immediately a special agent followed behind him.
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