My Spy Years Chapter 858

  Chapter 858 Zhao Yi

at dusk.

  A Ford car passed the checkpoint of the Waibaidu Bridge, continued for about two miles, and then stopped on the side of the road.

  The co-pilot's door opened, Zhao Yi hurriedly got out of the car and ran to a grocery store.

   "A pack of golden smoke."

   "Sir, the golden yellow is sold out, do you want Marlboro?" The shopkeeper of the grocery store asked with a flattering smile on his face.

  He could see clearly, there was a Japanese plaster flag hanging on this car, which was not to be offended.

   "Give me a pack." Zhao Yi nodded triumphantly.

   Throw down a banknote, "Don't look for it."

   "Scare Nong, scare Nong."

  Amid the shopkeeper's thankful voice, Zhao Yi trotted back into the car, "Editor-in-Chief, there are no more golden cigarettes, okay, Marlboro?"

   "Barely enough." Tang Hao took the cigarette and nodded reservedly.

   It's not that he likes to take advantage, what he enjoys is the feeling of his subordinates running errands and being filial.

   "Be smart tomorrow." Tang Hao lit the cigarette, took a puff happily and said, "If there is a chance, I will show you in front of Mr. Wang."

   "That's great." Zhao Yi was overjoyed, showing a look of reverence, "Editor Tang is talented, and he is a well-known pen writer in Shanghai. Even a big man like Mr. Wang will be favored."

   "It's not that exaggerated, it's not that exaggerated." Tang Hao looked happy and waved his hands, "Bo is just famous."

  The driver always had a smile on the corner of his mouth. Even though Zhao Yi was young, he was known as a man of the door, and he managed Editor-in-Chief Tang's temper firmly.

  The car was driving unhurriedly on the road in the late spring of the 28th year of the Republic of China.

   This day is the sixteenth day of the third month in the lunar calendar. It is said in the almanac that "don't use big things". Weddings and funerals are forbidden.

  Editor-in-Chief Tang is used to believing in fortune-telling and Feng Shui, so he is not in a good mood today.

  At the entrance of an alley, Zhao Yi got out of the car and waved goodbye to Editor-in-Chief Tang.

   "Rickshaw." He called another rickshaw to go home.

  Actually, he didn't go on the same way home with Chief Editor Tang, but he pretended to use the car of Chief Editor Tang.

  A lot of information is obtained from the gossip of Editor-in-Chief Tang in this way.

   "Sixteen Shop." Zhao Yi said.

  Zhao Yi's family lives in Shiliupu.

  Shiliu Shop is outside Xiaodongmen.

  Xiaodongmen was originally named Baodaimen.

  There are different opinions about the origin of the place name Shiliupu.

  Some say there are sixteen famous shops.

  Some say that it is divided into sixteen sections along the river from the big pier to Baodaimen, and each section is called a shop, and the sixteenth shop is exactly the sixteenth shop.

  Zhao Yi likes to study geography and customs. He often thinks that if it wasn't for the Japanese invasion, he would graduate from university, save money to buy a camera, and take his wife to visit various places and record it with photos and words. It would be extremely beautiful.

  When he was training in Hangzhou Xiongzhen Building, he once told his friends about his dream in the same room, and the roommate said he was too idealistic:

   You don't need to go too far, just tens of miles away from a big city, water bandits and mountain kings will teach him how to behave.

  Zhao Yi was in a daze, thinking of his roommate.

  He successfully graduated from Xiongzhen Building, but this roommate failed to graduate.

At that time, Xiongzhenlou was investigating the traitors of the Red Party. A doctor in Xiongzhenlou was found out to be the Red Party. Afterwards, the Secret Service dug out many Red Party members, and his roommate was found out to be the Red Party's dispatched secret agents. The spy inside the office was stubborn after being tortured, and it is said that he was finally executed.

  Rickshaw drivers are running hard, sweat dripping down their dark shoulders. Shanghai in early May is not too hot, but some rickshaw drivers are already wearing vests to pull carts.

  The business of Shiliupu is prosperous.

  Before the concession was opened, there was a large piece of farmland to the north of Shiliupu, and inside and outside the city, people followed the crowd, which is the essence of Shanghai.

Shiliupu enjoys convenient water and land transportation, with sand ships from the north and south along the coast, the Yangtze River and ships from the mainland coming in one after another. When the railway was not opened and the cargo capacity of land transportation was limited, the goods were naturally transported along the river. Therefore, Shiliupu has owned by virtue of its geographical advantage. A century of good luck.

   "Mr. Zhao, are you off work?"

   "Off work! Mr. Qiu didn't go to work today?"

   "That's not it! Why did you forget? My boss's family has something to do, and this business is, uh..."

  Mr. Qiu said with a sigh, he twisted his neck subconsciously, and then saw the big stupid guy next door, the joy on his face faded a bit.

The stupid guy works as a bodyguard, and now it is said that he has joined the footsteps of Inspector Cheng Haitao in the French Concession. Now he works as a thug in a gambling stall of the Green Gang, showing off his Mauser pistol to the neighbors all day long .

  Glancing at Mr. Qiu, the "silly big man" pretended to touch the Mauser pistol on his waist, which made Mr. Qiu bow his head in fright, and he smiled triumphantly.

   Then he glanced at Zhao Yi, with another smile on his face, "Has Reporter Zhao eaten?"

   It is said that Reporter Zhao is a Japanese worker. Now Shanghai and even most of China are dominated by Japanese people. Reporter Zhao can eat Japanese food. This kind of person is naturally enviable.

   "Let's go home now." Zhao Yi said with a smile, "Did Aaron go to the stall today?"

  'Big Stupid' has a surname named Lun.

   "I was tired at night, my elder brother took care of me and let me go home to rest." Feng Lun said.

  Zhao Yi nodded, bid farewell to the two neighbors and rushed home.

  Feng Lun glared at Mr. Qiu again, then patted his waist triumphantly, and returned home.

Mr. Chou looked at Zhao Yi's back, and then at the closed door of the neighbor's house. After closing his own door, he spit on the ground and cursed angrily, "One is a traitor, the other is a traitor." You son of a bitch, be so arrogant!"

   "The head of the house, keep your voice down, and be careful not to be overheard." The mother-in-law was frightened when she heard it, and quickly persuaded her.

   "Scared!" Mr. Chou said bitterly, "These **** who have forgotten their ancestors will make a list sooner or later."

   "The head of the family, please don't say a few words." The mother-in-law was very anxious, "Then Mr. Zhao deals with the Japanese all day long, and our family will be ruined if he can ask the Japanese to toss with a single word."

   "He dares!" Mr. Qiu snorted coldly, then sighed, and finally dared not complain any more.

   "Ah, Fusheng, what are you doing here? Go away." Zhao Yi drove away the kid who was playing in the mud at his door, and knocked on the door.

  Fusheng took a look at the **** that he had just recovered, feeling a little bit reluctant.

   "Get lost!" Zhao Yi cast a disgusted glance and cursed.

  Fusheng ran away crying, and soon heard a woman from the next door pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, saying something like 'it is designated not to have a son'.

   "Aren't you looking for death!" Zhao Yi cursed.

   The scolding is gone.

   Entering his own house, seeing his wife with a big belly and unable to move around, Zhao Yi hurried up to help her, "Yun Hong, how do you feel today?"

  Tao Yunhong, his wife, they got married at the end of last year, and now the woman is pregnant with Liujia.

   "It's okay, just keep vomiting, but it's much better than a few days ago." Tao Yunhong said.

   As she spoke, she frowned.

   "What's wrong?" Zhao Yi asked nervously.

   "Brother Yi, the neighbors talk nonsense, don't take it to heart." Tao Yunhong said.

   "This group of people, you must be ruthless to them, otherwise you will not be bullied by them when I am not at home at work." Zhao Yi shook his head and said.

  Because of the nature of Zhao Yi's work, their family was often gossiped and stared at by neighbors behind their backs.

  Tao Yunhong has always disapproved of him working in the pro-daily office, let alone working for the Japanese.

  On weekdays, he also persuaded him to be kind to others.

  However, Zhao Yi is very clear about his identity, a quasi-traitor who is waving the flag for "Japan-China Friendship".

   "Fusheng is just a baby." Tao Yunhong persuaded.

  Her husband bullies even children, especially when she hears Fu Sheng's mother scold their family for not being able to have a son, which makes Tao Yunhong feel very uncomfortable.

  Zhao Yi is the only child in the family, and Tao Yunhong hopes that the first child will be taken care of, so that she can relax a little bit.

   "Don't think I don't know, that **** child scolded you." Zhao Yi said with a frown.

   I don't know which vile and smoldering person taught it. The children in the alley sang behind Tao Yunhong's back, about something like 'the traitor's mother-in-law should be damned'.

   "Going back to my hometown next month, I'll go to my aunt's." Tao Yunhong changed the subject and said softly.

  Because of Zhao Yi's current job, the aunt was very angry and said that she would not recognize Zhao Yi as a nephew. Tao Yunhong has always kept this matter in mind.

   "Don't go!" Zhao Yi's face changed, "They said they don't recognize me as a nephew, why should I come here?"

"How can there be?" Tao Yunhong persuaded, but she made up her mind in her heart that she must pay a visit when the time came. It was really broken.

Moreover, considering her husband's job, she still hopes that her husband can communicate with relatives. With these blood relatives, her husband is still a Chinese. .

Zhao Yi glanced at his wife, Yun Hong is virtuous, he knows that the two families have a long-established marriage, if it wasn't like this, no matter how weak and weak his wife is, she would never agree to marry a Quasi traitor.

  He also understood what his wife was thinking, sighed and said nothing.

Jingle Bell.

ring tone.

   "I'll answer the phone." Zhao Yi helped his pregnant wife sit down, and went upstairs to answer the phone by himself.

  A few minutes later, Zhao Yi came downstairs.

   "The meal is ready." Tao Yunhong said quickly when she saw that her husband seemed to be going out.

   "You can eat first, there is business coming, I'll go out for a while." Zhao Yi winked at his wife, pretending to be happy and looking forward to it.

  Seeing her husband open the door and leave, Tao Yunhong's eyes flashed with worry and sorrow.

  She knew what her husband was talking about.

Because Zhao Yi worked in the pro-daily office, he was able to get in touch with some Japanese, and he was proficient in Japanese, so some business travelers who were arrested by the Japanese or had their goods seized would find Zhao Yi and ask him to help intermediary them from Japan. Where people redeem people and goods.

   This is a matter of accumulating yin and virtue, but Tao Yunhong often hears outsiders scolding her husband, saying that Zhao Yi is ruthless, and every time she will open her mouth to blackmail business people.

well!

  Tao Yunhong sat at the dining table, looked at the dishes on the table, and sighed. She lost her appetite even more because of morning sickness.

  Shiliupu was originally a very narrow street.

  After the Northern Expedition, Lujiazhai Lane and Jisi Street were opened up as a main road, which is the open Dongmen Road.

  Many shops for food, clothing and housing have been opened on Dongmen Road.

  For example, the three major cloth stores, the Dachangxiang Silk and Satin Bureau, the Dexing Museum, and the Chaozhou Bangfaji run by Chaozhou people, etc.

  The destination of Zhao Yi's trip is Chaozhou Gangfaji.

   "Room A No. 3, it's been booked." Zhao Yi said to the waiter.

   "Mr. Zhao, please come inside." The shop clerk naturally knew this reporter Zhao, so he said quickly.

  Zhao Yi entered the private room, told the shopkeeper not to disturb him if he had nothing to do, and then waited with peace of mind.

  After the waiter left, Zhao Yi left the door open, and stared at the No. 7 private room diagonally opposite.

   Then he saw Zhong Guohao leaving the private room lightly and walking straight.

   "Leader, over there..." Zhao Yi locked the door and said.

  Zhong Guohao is the leader of the second intelligence team of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Unit, and he is the deputy team leader.

   "Don't worry, the arrangements are made." Hao Zai knew what Zhao Yi was worried about, and said.

  In the private room A Zi No. 7, he had already arranged for the dishes to be served, and the shopkeeper should not disturb him. At the same time, the two hands were punching and drinking. Unless he opened the door to investigate, he would never find that he came to Zhao Yi's place quietly.

   "The team leader called me so urgently, what happened?" Zhao Yi asked.

   "Brother." Hao Zai took a deep look at Zhao Yi, he sighed, for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

   "It's okay if the team leader has something to say." Zhao Yi's heart skipped a beat. He already had a bad feeling. Could it be that he has a very difficult task to complete?

  However, even so, he could only bite the bullet and ask.

   "Chongqing call." Hao Zai said in a deep voice, "There is a mission, the bureau chief personally ordered your general."

  Zhao Yi was silent. Although Zhong Guohao hadn't said what the mission was, but it was conceivable how difficult and dangerous this mission would be if he was able to get Dai Juzuo from Chongqing to order the general himself.

   "Leader, what is the task?" Zhao Yi looked up at Hao Zai and asked.

  After listening to Zhong Guohao pass on the action order from the headquarters, Zhao Yi fell silent.

  About half a minute later, he looked up at Zhong Guohao and murmured, "Brother Hao, I will... tomorrow... this is life and death."

   Haozai was silent.

   "Is it okay not to go?" Zhao Yi asked.

   Haozai opened his mouth, and before he could shake his head, Zhao Yi gave a wry smile, shook his head and said, "It should be impossible, I'm going to be the general."

  Then, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette with a trembling right hand, struck the match three times, and the match stick was broken.

  Suddenly, there was a cluster of flames in front of him.

   Haozai held a lit match in his hand, the flame was so weak and beating.

  Zhao Yi could feel his heart beating. With a cigarette in his mouth, he leaned forward and lit the cigarette.

  He leaned back against the back of the chair.

  He took several deep puffs of cigarettes in a row, then looked at Hao Zai in a daze, and sighed, "Brother Hao, my mother-in-law is pregnant."

   As he spoke, his nose got sour, and he turned his head, "I'm not afraid of death, but I just think about not being able to see my baby, orphans and widows..."

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