"Yes, go to Hangzhou." Song Fuguo nodded, "Go to a training class."
"Brother Cheng, do you know that this training class has already started?" Boss Tao said in a low voice, "It was the team leader who specially asked Shangfeng to allow you to join the class."
Cheng Qianfan's heart moved when he heard a hint of envy in Boss Tao's words.
"Thank you, team leader, for your cultivation." He glanced at Song Fuguo with gratitude in his eyes.
"Qianfan, I'm very optimistic about you." Song Fuguo smiled and nodded, "The nature of the work of the Secret Service is different from that of patrolling, and the dangers are even different. To improve yourself is not only responsible for your own safety, but also for the organization. I I hope you can take advantage of this opportunity.”
"Qianfan saves you." Cheng Qianfan nodded seriously, "If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools."
"As long as you understand." Song Fuguo nodded happily.
"It's just that as a patrol officer, it might be difficult for me to go to Hangzhou for training..." Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly.
"Don't worry, we have our own arrangements." Song Fuguo said, "Someone will cooperate with you and create a legitimate reason for you to go to Hangzhou."
"I understand." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
"Officer Cheng, I'll leave this matter alone." Song Fuguo suddenly raised his voice and said with clasped fists.
Cheng Qianfan also reacted immediately, pretending to be in deep thought, tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes flickering, "Boss Song, Cheng can only say that he will try his best, but there is no guarantee whether it will succeed..."
Song Fuguo glanced at Boss Tao, and he understood. He took out a few bills from his wallet, gritted his teeth, took out all the French currency in his wallet, and placed it gently on the table.
Cheng Qianfan stroked the banknote skillfully and quickly and put it into his waist pocket with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, Boss Song, this matter will be taken care of by Cheng."
"Xiao Tao, go and pay the bill." Song Fuguo ordered.
After Boss Tao left the private room and went downstairs to pay, Song Fuguo took out a four-finger-wide piece of paper from his body, which was densely written with words.
"Qianfan, this is about your plan to go to Hangzhou, as well as your subsequent contact information and passwords." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "From today on, you will be directly under my leadership. No one can contact you except me. , don’t even believe it.”
After Cheng Qianfan read it carefully, he took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, rolled the paper on the cigarette with his saliva, lit it, and took a puff.
"Remember everything?" Song Fuguo asked in surprise.
"Remember, I have a good memory." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
The sounds of Boss Tao and the restaurant owner laughing and chatting could be heard downstairs.
"Brother Tao?" Cheng Qianfan asked with his heart moving.
"Xiao Tao will not have any contact with you in the future. He has another mission."
"Brother Tao can't be trusted either?" Cheng Qianfan hesitated again and again and finally asked.
"I believe in Xiao Tao, and I am willing to believe in every comrade." Song Fuguo shook his head gently, "But I don't believe in torture instruments."
Cheng Qianfan looked surprised. Under Song Fuguo's gaze, he nodded silently and did not ask any more questions.
Boss Tao came back after paying the bill.
"Cousin."
"Let's go." Boss Song said politely, "Officer Cheng, I'll take care of everything."
"Boss Song, please relax, Cheng will help you handle this matter soon."
"Thank you."
Boss Tao turned around and left after Song Fuguo, but stopped at the door and clasped his fists at Cheng Qianfan, "Brother Cheng, the girl liked the gift last time. Thank you."
"As long as you like it." Cheng Qianfan smiled and said, "Since my niece likes it, I will buy it next time."
"Brother Cheng, take care." Boss Tao smiled, without saying anything else, clasped his fists and turned to leave.
Seeing Boss Tao holding an oil paper bag in one hand and following Song Fuguo away with striding steps, Cheng Qianfan had an inexplicable intuition that it might be difficult for him and Boss Tao to see each other again this time.
…
Cheng Qianfan first went to the dim sum shop on the street and bought two dim sums.
I went to the Zhibao store again and bought ingots.
When I got home, I saw that wicker sticks had been planted under the eaves, and I smiled knowingly.
Song Fuguo arranged for him to go to Hangzhou for training. Cheng Qianfan thought carefully and decided that he would act cautiously and there was no possibility of being exposed to the secret service.
The trip to Hangzhou was indeed a training exercise, not a trap.
However, the incident was too sudden and disrupted his plan.
Although the identity of 'Zhu Yuan' has not been fully identified, there are various signs that there is something wrong with this person, and this matter has always been a hidden danger.
According to Lao Mo's explanation, the Baicao Ingredients Shop on Xiafei Road and the Huichang Teahouse in the Chenghuang Temple should be Rite's cover bases.
Because he lost contact with the organization, he was unable to report this information to the organization in a timely manner.
In addition, he has successfully infiltrated the Secret Service and is about to go to Hangzhou for training. This situation should also be reported to the organization and filed.
Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples. He felt tired and lonely now.
Now he is a lonely soldier fighting in the enemy's lair. Not only does the dangerous environment make him feel like he is walking on thin ice, but the most important thing is that this feeling of loneliness tortures him all the time.
Comrade 'Bamboo Forest' once said that the most difficult thing about underground work is that when you are in endless darkness, you must always dream of light in your heart.
Cheng Qianfan now understands the meaning of this sentence more and more.
…
Xue Huali Road, the duty room of the Central Patrol Room.
The police officers were still discussing the shooting case in Yendli, lamenting how lucky Xiao Cheng was to be able to escape such an ambush.
"Xiao Cheng is really lucky."
"Yes, I saw the scene. There were bullet casings all over the floor."
"Do you think the Russians are crazy?"
Lao Huang suddenly rushed in with a panicked expression.
"Old Huang, are you drunk again?" Liu Bo asked with a smile.
"Old Mo, Old Mo..." Lao Huang bent over and panted.
"Old Huang, didn't I ask you to go see Lao Mo?" Ma Yishou frowned and asked, "You haven't gone yet?"
"Old Mo..." Old Huang's face turned red. He finally regained his breath and shouted in panic, "Old Mo is dead!"
Everyone was stunned.
"What?" Liu Bo exclaimed in surprise.
"Old Huang, did you get drunk before noon?" Ma Yishou frowned and patted the table.
"Ma Tou." Lao Huang waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not lying. Lao Mo is really dead. I went to his house and the door was locked. I called Lao Mo, Lao Mo, but no one answered me."
"No one responded, so he's not dead." Da Toulu said.
"Listen to what I have to say." Lao Huang said anxiously, "I leaned hard against the crack of the door and looked, and saw a man hanging from the beam, who looked like Lao Mo."
Everyone was shocked and finally realized that Lao Huang was not drunk and talking drunkenly. It was almost certain that something had really happened to Lao Mo.
But, Lao Mo hanged himself?
Everyone shook their heads, would that bastard hang himself? Impossible.
The scourge has lasted for thousands of years. Nowadays, a bad guy like Lao Mo has the best life. He is willing to hang himself?
…
Cheng Qianfan went out again. He called a rickshaw and took a long detour to a pastry shop.
The Qingtuanzi in this store is a time-honored brand and is famous far and wide.
Many old men would rather suffer the soles of their feet, so they come here every year before and after the Qingming Festival to satisfy their cravings after waiting for a year.
Carrying the food box, Cheng Qianfan strolled down the street.
Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
