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MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 4 Prepare for a rainy day
Chapter 4 Prepare for a rainy day
Ampholi is here.
"Inspector Cheng, you gave too much." The rickshaw driver said quickly.
"you know me?"
"See what you said, who doesn't know you."
Hearing the driver's flattering words of knowing himself and humility, Cheng Qianfan showed a reserved and slightly smug expression, and laughed, "I'm happy today, and I'll reward you if I have more."
"Thank you, Lennon! Thank you, Lennon!" The coachman was very grateful.
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This is a private house in Anfuli No. 3, which is very deep.
"Brother Zhikang!" Before entering the door, Cheng Qianfan raised the appetizers in his hand and yelled loudly, "I deliberately took a detour to buy your favorite Wanshi pig's trotters."
"Haha, brother Qian Fan, you come here as soon as you come, what are you spending so much money for?" Su Zhikang didn't lie, and took the food and wine, "Oh, brother Yu, today you are honored to have a tooth-beating ceremony."
"I'm eating jade with a brick." Cheng Qianfan raised the sorghum wine in his hand, "I know that brother has a new good wine here."
"You boy!" Su Zhikang laughed.
Cheng Qianfan smiled and followed Su Zhikang into the room.
Su Zhikang is the inspector of the Mailan hunting house, he is very cosmopolitan, has a wide range of friends, is hospitable, and has a good relationship with Cheng Qianfan.
He is known as Mr. Mengchang of the French Concession. Whether he is a police officer, a businessman, a traveler, a trafficker or a member of the Youth Gang, he can become friends with him. It can be said that he has contacts with all kinds of people.
Cheng Qianfan came to drink with Su Zhikang, which was reasonable and would not arouse suspicion.
Showed his face on the platform, he didn't know if he was noticed by the enemy, he could only eliminate possible hidden dangers to the greatest extent.
In addition, Su Zhikang is quite a loyal person, and he has a lot of energy in the French Concession. It is naturally a good thing to have a good relationship with such a person.
Full of wine and food.
After Cheng Qianfan took his leave and left, Su Zhikang stood at the door and smoked a cigarette. After observing vigilantly, he threw the **** of the cigarette and stomped it hard.
Close the door and hitch it.
He went up to the second floor.
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"Brother Fu Guo, it's me." Su Zhikang gently knocked on the door.
Lu Jingqian put away his gun and gently opened the door.
Looking at the half plate of raw pan fried and half roast chicken brought by Su Zhikang, he clapped his hands happily.
Seeing Lu Jingqian's happy look, Su Zhikang also smiled knowingly. He has received many cadres from Nanjing, and some of them came to Shanghai, thinking that they came to enjoy the blessings, and indulged in all kinds of sensuality.
This brother Fu Guo is easy to serve.
"Smelling the scent downstairs, I swallowed hard." While speaking, Lu Jingqian took a mouthful of raw fried food, and asked with his mouth puffed out, "Who is it?"
"Cheng Qianfan, a policeman in the French Concession, a very good young man, came to drink with me."
"It's him..." Lu Jingqian's eyes flickered.
"Is there a problem?" Su Zhikang was alert and asked immediately.
Lu Jingqian is the leader of the intelligence team of the Shanghai French Concession Area of the Secret Service, and his current alias is Song Fuguo.
Su Zhikang couldn't help being vigilant for the people he followed.
Lu Jingqian quickly finished eating the fried rice, and wiped his mouth casually, "The people below recommended this person to me two days ago, and I have been recuperating here for the past two days, so I haven't had time to inspect it yet."
Su Zhikang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved.
What he was most worried about just now was Cheng Qianfan's relationship with Rite, so Su Zhikang had to suspect Cheng Qianfan's purpose for contacting him.
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"Tell me about this person in detail." Lu Jingqian lit a cigarette and said.
"Cheng Qianfan is innocent." Su Zhikang said.
The first sentence made Lu Jingqian a little happy.
The arrogance of the Japanese invaders became more and more arrogant, and the situation of the war of resistance became more and more severe.
The fighting between the Secret Service and the Japanese became more intense and cruel.
The Shanghai District of the Secret Service began to expand in all directions after Wu Xinheng, the new head of the district, took office last winter.
In addition to the original four intelligence groups of Nanshi Group, Huxi Group, French Concession Group, and British Concession Group, Hongkou, Zhabei, and Hunan Latent Groups and other hidden intelligence groups that even Lu Jingqian did not know about were newly added. Group.
The internal and external staff in the Shanghai area has expanded from the original more than one hundred people to the current three or four hundred people.
Lu Jingqian was just transferred from Nanjing last month to be the leader of the French Concession intelligence team in Shanghai.
Everyone is recruiting, and Lu Jingqian, who has just arrived, is anxious to expand his strength.
It's just that he is more cautious, and the censorship is extremely strict when recruiting members.
The principle that Lu Jingqian insisted on was that underground work and intelligence work should not be done in the slightest.
Therefore, Lu Jingqian is naturally very interested in Cheng Qianfan, who is innocent, and who is also a young man with a protective identity like a police officer.
"It's just that such a good seedling, how come no one snatched it before?" The next second, Lu Jingqian, who was habitually skeptical about things, frowned.
"This is brother Fu Guo, you are lucky." Su Zhikang said with a smile.
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The 'drunk' Cheng Qianfan was sitting in a rickshaw.
Humming a Zhejiang song tea-picking ditty.
"stop."
Passing by a grocery store, Cheng Qianfan took out a few French dollars and asked the driver to buy two bottles of wine.
Arrived at the door of the house.
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car and was about to leave staggeringly.
"Inspector Cheng, fare, fare." The rickshaw driver hurriedly shouted.
"Car money? Didn't I give you a few dollars?" Cheng Qianfan frowned, "There's no need to look for it."
As he spoke, he unlocked and entered the door, and closed the door with a bang.
The rickshaw driver stood where he was, wanting to continue asking for the fare, but dared not.
Cheng Qianfan is on patrol, if this person is angered, there are plenty of ways to make him unable to survive.
The driver picked up the blackened towel on his shoulders and wiped off his sweat.
Staring at Cheng Qianfan's house, he wanted to scold but didn't dare.
He had no choice but to drag the rickshaw far away before he dared to spit on the ground.
"Bah!"
But his eyes lit up, and when he lowered his head, he saw two dimes on the seat. He quickly picked them up and carefully put them into his pocket.
Then he spit again in the direction of Cheng Qianfan's house, "You deserve it!"
The car cost 20 cents for this section of the road, and he picked up 20 cents for nothing.
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Cheng Qianfan returned home, and after a few minutes, when he didn't hear any sound outside the door, he couldn't help it anymore:
Hiding his face with his hands, the tears couldn't stop flowing.
He couldn't cry.
Gritting his teeth desperately.
Teeth clenching.
Cheng Qianfan placed eight bowls on the table.
Every bowl is filled with wine.
Old Liao, his parents-in-law, three sons, two daughters, each with a bowl of wine.
There is also a bowl of wine that is his own.
Cheng Qianfan knew that today was the anniversary of the death of the youngest member of Lao Liao's family, so he specially bought sorghum wine to bring to Lao Liao.
Now, he wants to drink with Lao Liao's family and see them off.
Sprinkle the wine in the seven bowls on the ground in turn.
Cheng Qianfan picked up his own bowl, sprinkled half of it on the ground, and poured the remaining half of the bowl into his mouth.
"Old Liao, I respect your family."
Cheng Qianfan only knows his name is Lao Liao, whose original name and surname are unknown, from Shenyang. After the September 18th Incident, he took his whole family to participate in the Anti-Union Alliance. The seven members of his family, except him, died successively between Baishan and Heishui.
Lao Liao was injured and seriously ill at the same time, the organization arranged for him to come to Shanghai for treatment.
Because Lao Liao had a simple relationship and no one knew him in Shanghai, out of safety considerations, Lao Liao was temporarily arranged by comrade 'Zhulin' to act as Cheng Qianfan's liaison officer during the treatment period.
In the room with the lights off, Cheng Qianfan stood in front of the window, facing north, and he whispered the "March of the Volunteers" for Lao Liao Zhuangxing.
"...we braved the enemy's fire, advancing..."
Cheng Qianfan felt that this was a battle song belonging to Lao Liao's family.
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