Anfuli arrived.
"Inspector Cheng, you gave me too much," the rickshaw driver said quickly.
"you know me?"
"Look what you said, no one knows you."
Hearing the coachman's flattery about knowing himself and being humble, Cheng Qianfan showed a reserved and slightly proud expression, and laughed, "I'm happy today, and I'll reward you for the extra."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The coachman expressed his gratitude.
…
This is a private house at No. 3 Anfuli, with a deep entrance.
"Brother Zhikang!" Before he entered the door, Cheng Qianfan raised the snacks in his hand and shouted loudly, "I took a detour to buy your favorite Wan's pig's trotters."
"Haha, brother Qianfan, you can come as soon as you come, why are you spending so much money?" Su Zhikang didn't lie, and took the food and wine smoothly, "Oh my, Brother Yu is taking advantage of you today, and I'm going to give you a toothpaste."
"I am carrying bricks to eat jade." Cheng Qianfan waved up the sorghum wine in his hand, "I know that my brother has got good wine here."
"You kid!" Su Zhikang laughed.
Cheng Qianfan smiled and followed Su Zhikang inside.
Su Zhikang is the inspector of Mailan Fang. He is a well-connected person, has extensive contacts, is hospitable, and has a good relationship with Cheng Qianfan.
Mr. Mengchang, who is known as the French Concession, can be friends with him whether he is a patrol colleague, a merchant traveler, a trafficker, or a member of the Youth Gang. It can be said that he has contacts with all three religions and nine streams.
Cheng Qianfan came to Su Zhikang for a drink, which was reasonable and would not arouse suspicion.
After showing his face on the platform, he didn't know if he had been noticed by the enemy. He could only eliminate possible hidden dangers to the greatest extent.
In addition, Su Zhikang is a very loyal person and 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 said goodbye and left, Su Zhikang stood at the door and smoked a cigarette. After observing carefully, he threw the butt of the cigarette away and stepped on it hard.
Close the door and fasten it.
I went up to the second floor with a bang.
…
"Brother Fu Guo, it's me." Su Zhikang knocked on the door gently.
Lu Jingqian put away his gun and gently opened the door.
Looking at the half plate of fried chicken and half of the roasted chicken that Su Zhikang brought, he clapped his hands happily.
Seeing Lu Jingqian's happy look, Su Zhikang also smiled knowingly. He had received many cadres from Nanjing. Some of them thought they were here to enjoy themselves when they came to Shanghai, and indulged in all kinds of sensuality.
This brother Fu Guo is easy to serve.
"Smelling the fragrance downstairs, I swallowed hard." As Lu Jingqian spoke, he took a bite of fried fish and asked, "Who is it?"
"Cheng Qianfan, a very outstanding young man who patrols the French Concession, came to see me for a drink."
"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 French Concession Area in Shanghai District of the Secret Service, and his current pseudonym is Song Fuguo.
Su Zhikang couldn't help but be wary of the people he paid attention to.
Lu Jingqian quickly finished the fried food and wiped his mouth casually, "My subordinates recommended this person to me two days ago. He has been recovering at your place for the past two days and hasn't had time to investigate yet."
Su Zhikang breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.
What he was most worried about just now was that Cheng Qianfan had something to do with Rite, so Su Zhikang had to doubt Cheng Qianfan's purpose of contacting him.
…
"Tell me more about this person." Lu Jingqian lit a cigarette and said.
"Cheng Qianfan has a clean financial background," Su Zhikang said.
This first sentence made Lu Jingqian a little happy.
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 increasingly fierce and cruel.
After Wu Xinheng, the new district chief, took office last winter, the Shanghai District of the Secret Service began to expand in all aspects.
In addition to the original four intelligence groups of Nanshi Group, Huxi Group, French Concession Group and British Concession Group, the Hongkou, Zhabei, Hunan latent groups and other hidden groups that even Lu Jingqian did not know were newly added. Group.
The number of internal and external support staff in Shanghai has expanded from more than one hundred to the current three to four hundred.
Lu Jingqian was just transferred from Nanjing last month to head the French Concession Intelligence Team in Shanghai District.
Everyone is recruiting troops, and Lu Jingqian, who has just arrived, is even more anxious to expand his strength.
It's just that he is more cautious and is particularly strict when recruiting members.
Lu Jingqian adheres to the principle that there should be no flaws in underground work and intelligence work.
Therefore, Lu Jingqian was naturally particularly interested in young people like Cheng Qianfan who had an innocent family background and a legitimate status of being a patrol officer with a protective nature.
"It's just, how come no one has snatched such a good idea before?" The next second, Lu Jingqian, who was accustomed to being skeptical about things, frowned.
"Brother Fu Guo, you are lucky." Su Zhikang said with a smile.
…
A 'drunk' Cheng Qianfan sat on the rickshaw.
Humming a tea-picking tune from Zhejiang opera.
"stop."
Passing 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 started to stagger away.
"Inspector Cheng, fare, fare." The rickshaw driver shouted quickly.
"Travel money? Didn't I give you a few dollars?" Cheng Qianfan frowned, "No need to change."
After saying that, he unlocked the door and went in, closing the door with a bang.
The rickshaw driver stood there, wanting to continue asking for the fare, but he didn't dare.
Cheng Qianfan is a patrol officer. If he angers this person, he has many ways to make his life miserable.
The driver picked up the darkened towel on his shoulder and wiped the sweat.
Staring at Cheng Qianfan's door, he wanted to scold but didn't dare.
I had no choice but to pull the rickshaw away, and then I dared to spit on the ground.
"Pooh!"
But his eyes lit up, and when he lowered his head, he saw two two-cent coins on the seat. He quickly picked them up and put them into his pocket carefully.
Then he spat again in the direction of Cheng Qianfan's house, "You deserve it!"
The fare for this journey was 20 cents, and he still picked up 20 cents for free.
…
Cheng Qianfan returned home. After a few minutes, when no sound was heard outside the door, he couldn't bear it anymore:
Covering his face with his hands, tears couldn't stop flowing.
He couldn't cry out.
Gritting his teeth desperately.
His teeth gritted loudly.
Cheng Qianfan placed eight bowls on the table.
Every bowl is filled with wine.
Mr. and Mrs. Liao, three sons and two daughters, each had a bowl of wine.
There is also a bowl of wine for himself.
Cheng Qianfan knew that today was the death anniversary of the youngest of the Liao 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 bowl, spilled half of it on the ground, and poured the remaining half of the bowl into his mouth.
"Lao Liao, I respect your family."
Cheng Qianfan only knew that his name was Lao Liao, and his original name and surname were unknown. He was from Shenyang. After the September 18th Incident, he took his family to join the Anti-Japanese War. All seven members of his family except him died in the white mountains and black waters.
Lao Liao was injured and seriously ill at the same time, so 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, for safety reasons, Lao Liao was temporarily arranged by Comrade "Zhulin" to serve as Cheng Qianfan's liaison during his treatment.
In the room with the lights turned off, Cheng Qianfan stood in front of the window, facing the north. He whispered the "March of the Volunteers" in memory of old Liao Zhuang.
"...We braved the enemy's artillery fire and advanced..."
Cheng Qianfan felt that this was a war song belonging to Lao Liao's family.
