My Spy Years Chapter 319

  Chapter 319 Comrade Farmer

  "Boss Zhou, please do me a favor. I must keep the second volume of that book." Peng Yuou stood at the entrance of Fenfa Bookstore and repeatedly urged Zhou Hongsu, the owner of the bookstore.

   "Definitely, definitely." Zhou Hongsu arched his hands and said with a smile, "No matter what, I can't let you read the first volume and keep reading the second volume. That's not what people do."

   "It's good that you know." Peng Yuou sighed, "You don't know, the pain of not being able to see the follow-up after watching halfway through."

   "Boss Zhou, remember."

  The professor of the Chinese Department of Fudan Public School shook his head, got into a rickshaw, and did not forget to poke his head out to tell the bookstore owner.

  Peng and Ou have no class in the afternoon.

   went straight home.

   Shao's mother is not at home.

   At this time, I should go to the dead mailbox of Huiya Bookstore on Honolulu Road to get information.

  According to the agreement, go to collect information every morning and evening.

  Maybe there is intelligence, maybe there is no intelligence.

  However, Shao's mother had to go to check twice a day.

  This can ensure the timeliness of intelligence in the case of non-adventurous meetings.

  Peng and Ou went upstairs to their study, and took out a box of treasured tea from the cabinet.

  Looking at the tea jar with some reluctance, he finally smiled and muttered that he was a 'stingy man', and then put the tea jar in the bag.

   Pulled out another wooden box from under the bed, and there was an unopened cigarette in it, and another one had been unpacked, leaving only five packs of cigarettes.

  He directly put the unopened cigarette into the bag.

   Carrying the bag, he went downstairs.

   Just in time to see Shao's mother coming home.

   "Mother Shao, I'm going out tonight and won't be eating at home." Peng Yuou said.

   "Mr. Peng, information." Shao's mother took out a note and handed it to Peng and Ou.

  Peng and Ou took the note with a serious expression on their faces.

   "As soon as Cao Yufu was released, he was arrested by the special high-level class. He immediately treasoned and confessed in full. It is recommended that comrades in the party and patriotic friends Cao Yu knows should evacuate Shanghai immediately. Urgent!"

  After reading the words on the note, Peng and Ou suddenly realized.

  Cao Yu's disappearance was not caused by the national government to beat him up. It turned out that he was captured by the Japanese.

   Now that I have figured it out, I have an explanation for the government.

  The Red Party members have done nothing wrong, but being bitten by the other party is always a troublesome thing.

  The urgent information of 'Huo Miao' was like timely rain, which resolved Peng and Ou's confusion and anxiety.

  Peng and Ou came to No. 21, Rue de Foch, carrying pork head meat, edamame, a bottle of sorghum wine, tea leaves and a pack of cigarettes in their bag.

   This is a new style Shikumen residence with brick and wood structure with two floors facing south and two floors at the bottom.

   Knocked lightly on the door.

   Soon, footsteps came, and someone inside asked softly, "Who?"

   "Yixing's big cousin."

   "Sir, you are mistaken, my husband has no relatives in Yixing."

   "No mistake, your husband is from Taizhou, and I used to be from Taizhou."

   With a creak, the door opened.

  Peng and Ou entered the door, nodded with the young comrades who had just spoken, and went straight upstairs.

Upstairs in the study room, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was writing at his desk. When he heard a voice, he sniffed his nose and said, "Little Ouyang, I'm just greedy. I just said that I haven't seen meat for a month. You really want to buy a pig's head." Meat, our allowance is not enough."

  Peng and Ou laughed without saying a word, put the things on the chair, and unscrewed the wine bottle directly.

  He even deliberately fanned it with his hands.

"Wine?" The middle-aged man sniffed his nose, his face changed, he almost jumped up, and reprimanded him, "I said, little Ouyang, there is wine and meat, this day is really too bad? Drink the northwest wind next time! "

   Then he turned his head and saw Peng Yuou smiling at him.

   "Ouch! Lao Peng!" The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and then walked over, his right leg was knocked down by a chair, and he couldn't care less, he came up and hugged Peng Yuou directly.

   Then, the two looked at each other.

   "Comrade Peng Yuou, you have lost a lot of weight!"

   "Comrade 'Farmer', you have also hacked a lot."

   The two laughed and hugged again!

   "Why do I smell cigarettes?" Comrade 'Farmer' sniffed his nose.

   "You, you, no wonder Xue Yingzhen scolded angrily, saying that your nose is smarter than a dog!" Peng Yuou said with a smile.

As soon as he took out the cigarette from his bag, Comrade "Farmer" took it over, quickly tore open the package, took out a pack of cigarettes, unpacked it, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took out the match, and scratched it. I lit a match and took a breath happily.

  Looking at the way Peng Yuou looked at him, Comrade Farmer laughed, "We've been out of food for two days!"

   As he spoke, he puffed out the smoke ring and squinted his eyes comfortably, "It's just you, Peng Fuyu, who just brought a cigarette. In the Northwest, teachers don't have such wealth."

   "I'm not so rich." Peng Yuou said, "This is comrade 'Huo Miao' helping me."

Seeing the expression of the 'farmer' became serious, Peng Yuou explained with a smile, "Don't look at me with that look, of course I know the discipline of the organization, I never took money from Comrade Huo Miao, Lao Peng, Two, I didn't ask for anything. Of course, I only got two cigarettes in total. Comrade Huo Miao knew that I was out of food, so he gave me credit, and I have already paid back the money for one cigarette.”

  Comrade 'Farmer' picked up the cigarette, looked at the package, and confirmed that it was the most common golden brand cigarette on the market, and then nodded.

   It's not that he's unreasonable, it's not a big deal for comrades with good living conditions to give away two cigarettes.

  However, when it comes to Comrade Huo Miao, this is no small matter.

  Any item from Comrade Huo Miao appears in the hands of Peng and Ou, and you must be extra vigilant, and you must avoid items that are directional and should not appear in the hands of Peng and Ou.

   "How is that little fellow now?" Comrade 'Farmer' asked.

   "Hey, let's talk about that kid." Peng Yuou ate a small piece of pork head, "It's so majestic."

  He took a sip of his wine, "In Shanghai, especially in the French Concession, everyone knows about Inspector Cheng."

   As he spoke, he pointed to Comrade Farmer, "It's you old farmer. If you encounter trouble in the French Concession, just call the name of Inspector Cheng, and the other party will give you three points of face."

   Comrade 'Farmer' laughed loudly when he heard the words. After laughing, he let out a long sigh, "It's hard for this child."

  Peng and Ou are also silent, and he is naturally very aware of how complicated and cruel the environment Cheng Qianfan is in, and how much pressure this young man is under. It can even be said that "Huo Miao" has to keep his eyes open even when he sleeps!

   Two people were smoking, a plate of pork head meat, a plate of bad edamame, and drinking wine.

  Drinking and chatting.

   Chatting and drinking.

  Smoking hands are trembling, eyes are red.

  Many names that appeared in the chat between the two, so many familiar names, are gone... Their blood stained the earth red!

  Hongkou District belongs to the British and American public concessions, but many people have begun to get used to calling Hongkou District the Japanese Concession.

  In the second year of Tongzhi in the former Qing Dynasty, the British and American concessions merged to form the so-called public concession.

  In the 25th year of Guangxu, the public concession further expanded its territory.

   At this stage, Japan's influence in Shanghai is also rapidly expanding.

They have had the ambition to covet China's territory since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895. They have been deliberately and unscrupulously expanding their sphere of influence in China, and have their own concessions in other cities in China. Naturally, it is impossible not to be tempted by Shanghai. Shanghai established a real Japanese Concession.

  However, in the end they still failed to obtain an officially recognized concession license in Shanghai.

Of course, this is not because the former Qing Dynasty dared to reject Japan's coercion. The reason is that when the Anglo-American public concession was expanded in the 25th year of Guangxu, the Qing government had an agreement with the foreign powers: except for the French Concession, which had already been a fait accompli, all other countries would join the public concession in the future. There is no longer an exclusive concession.

   This is naturally a countermeasure adopted by the established imperialists to protect their own vested interests and limit latecomers from grabbing the "cake".

  The established imperialists headed by the United Kingdom opposed Japan's establishment of a Japanese concession in Shanghai.

  The Japanese know that their strength at this time is not enough to fight the old imperialism, so they can only endure it.

  Since everyone has a share in the International Settlement, Japan turned to attempt to establish its own sphere of influence within the International Settlement (Hongkou).

  In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu (1900), there were only about 800 Japanese in Shanghai.

  By now, there are nearly 80,000 Japanese in the entire public concession.

The Japanese not only set up shops and factories in Hongkou, set up schools, hospitals, theaters, shrines, and organized Japanese clubs, but also built barracks, set up military playgrounds, stationed troops, established the Marine Corps headquarters, and even set up sentries and armed patrols at will. .

   It can be said that once the Second Songhu Battle broke out, Hongkou District would be a deadly nail that the Japanese army placed in the hinterland of Shanghai!

  Diswell Road.

  A black Nissan car parked on the side of the road.

  In the back seat, Cheng Qianfan, disguised as a middle-aged bearded man, sat quietly, playing with a Weber Lescott revolver in his hand.

   On his lap, there was a Chicago typewriter quietly.

   There is a special violin case at his feet.

   In case of interrogation, this Chicago typewriter can be disassembled and put into a violin case in a flash.

   "Did you change the license plate?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "I changed it, I changed it when I went out." Li Hao in the driver's seat said.

   "Is the gas tank full?" Cheng Qianfan asked again.

   "It's full." Li Hao said, he turned his head and said to Cheng Qianfan with a wry smile, "Brother Fan, I'm not a novice anymore."

  He saw that before Brother Fan got into the car, he went around the car, looked at the license plate, and checked the fuel tank and tires.

   Now let me ask again.

   "I hope you can be as cautious as a novice, and go through all the details in your head before every action." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression, "Haozi, remember what I said."

   "Understood." Li Hao nodded.

  Cheng Qianfan gently lifted the car curtain and looked outside.

  This is one of the busiest streets in Hongkou District, known as 'Oriental Street'.

   Throughout the street, Japanese shops can be seen everywhere, including Japanese food restaurants, raw fish shops, pastry shops, clog shops, silk shops, kimono shops... colorful and full of oriental atmosphere.

  Cheng Qianfan's expression was gloomy. The name 'Dongyang Street' made him feel angry and ashamed.

  Just as he doesn't like the names of the French Concession's Petain, Joffre, Terrasse Road, Lafayette Road, etc., these are the shame imposed on the Chinese by imperialism.

   No, to be precise, it is the imprint of shame that imperialism branded on the land of China and on the Chinese people!

He and his comrades-in-arms threw their heads, shed their blood, and joined the red wave in order to wash away these shameful imprints and establish a country that truly belongs to the people. There will be no more foreign names that represent shame, let alone The so-called Oriental style street like "Oriental Street" on Deswell Road!

   "Brother Fan, why didn't you tell the little Taoist priest that we will cut off his heir on Diswei Road." Li Hao asked.

   "The enemy is very powerful, we must grow up quickly, and bloodshed and sacrifices are inevitable in the process of growing up." Cheng Qianfan said, "I hope everyone can grow up quickly!"

   Said, Cheng Qianfan looked at the watch on his wrist, it was still a quarter of an hour before Zhuo Yun's action started.

  The situation of the target of this trip, 'Qingtian Dress', appeared in his mind.

   This is a Japanese clothing store. The owner, Kazuo Aota, is a Japanese with a very good temper. The craftsmanship of the clothing store is quite good and he is quite famous.

   Kazuo Aoda is very polite to everyone.

  For the Chinese beggars passing by the door, he will be very kind and offer a bowl of rice.

  Liu Mingfei, the president of Wenyousha, once wrote an article: "Mr. Kazuo Aota whose soul is shining brightly", in order to praise the kindness of the Japanese and to cheer for the Japanese.

  Kazuo Qingtian's wife, Mrs. Qingtian, is also very kind. She will give old clothes to poor Chinese neighbors, and she will give leftovers to beggars. She once ate leftover rice **** from their family.

  Even Chinese who hate the Japanese very much will give a thumbs up when they mention Kazuo Qingtian and their dress shop.

   About ten minutes passed.

   "Let's go, drive forward five hundred meters." Cheng Qianfan said.

  Li Hao started the car, drove forward for about 500 meters, and stopped on the side of the road again.

  Cheng Qianfan raised the curtain slightly, and saw the signboard of "Qingtian Western Clothes". At the entrance of the store, Kazuo Qingtian was in a suit and leather shoes, holding a measuring tape in his hand. His beautiful wife wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  The male owner smiled and talked with his wife, then put down the measuring tape, and lowered his head to record in the notebook.

  At this time, a customer came out of the store, and Kazuo Qingtian quickly put down the pen and paper in his hand, and bowed enthusiastically to see him off.

  Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart, a trace of cruelty flashed across his eyes.

  I'm afraid no one knows that the Japanese shopkeeper praised by everyone is actually a ruthless executioner with Chinese blood on his hands.

  Kazuo Qingtian, senior torture agent of Shanghai Super High School.

  Cheng Qianfan accidentally found out the identity of this person from Sanben Jiro half a year ago. However, in order to avoid suspicion, he never touched Kazuo Aota.

  As for Mrs. Qingtian, although there is no evidence that she is also a Japanese spy, but, like this kind of Japanese husband and wife partner, the wife at least knows the identity of the husband, and will cover up his espionage operations, at least as an accomplice.

  Today, Zhuo Yun led the second operation group to start an operation in Cherry Lane near Diswei Road.

  Cheng Qianfan decided to support here.

  Kazuo Qingtian and his clothing store are the props in Cheng Qianfan's hands at this time. If necessary, he will decisively destroy this prop.

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