Cheng Qianfan glanced at Kawada Nagakichi with a strange expression, "Kawada-kun really hasn't been back for a long time. Mr. Wuwu passed away five years ago. The master of the temple later raised a little Mr. Wu."
"That's it." Kawada Yongji nodded, "I've been away from my hometown for too long, I really miss it."
As he said that, he smiled and said, "Goodbye, Hayao Miyazaki. I hope that next time we meet, we can have a good time over wine."
"Kawada-kun, I am also looking forward to this day." Cheng Qianfan bowed slightly, "Take care."
"Take care." Kawada Yongji bowed in return.
Cheng Qianfan carried his suitcase and watched quietly as Kawada Nagakichi left surrounded by everyone.
Mr. Wuwu is a civet cat.
It is the sacred cat of Futatsu Shrine and is very popular among Fukushima locals.
Mr. Xiao Wu is also a civet cat.
Imai told him it as a funny story.
There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his back. Kawada Yongji was more cautious and cunning than he imagined. Fortunately, he knew about it.
At this time, the young man in Chinese tunic suit he had seen before ran over and whispered, "Mr. Miyazaki, Mr. Kawada asked me to tell you that if you have any difficulties in Hangzhou, you can take this business card to Japan." Searching for Major Toshihiko Okada in the concession."
With that said, he handed a business card to Cheng Qianfan.
"Kawada-kun is interested. Thank him for me." Cheng Qianfan took the business card with both hands and said.
Cheng Qianfan waited for Kawada Nagakichi and his entourage to board the car to greet them, then he picked up the business card and read it.
'Manchuria Kyonomaru Chamber of Commerce Director - Kawada Nagakichi'.
From the Northeast?
Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
…
He put his business card away in his pocket, carried his suitcase and walked out of the platform. He called for a rickshaw and said, "Go to Zhijiang University and find a clean and refreshing inn near the school."
The market in Hangzhou is very lively and bustling with people.
Vendors carrying burdens selling goods shouted along the way.
Children gathered around the candy seller's stall, wiggling their fingers and drooling.
There was a facade with a sign of the Young Men's Christian Association, and a pool table was set up at the door. Several young people in suits and sunglasses were smoking cigarettes and chatting and laughing wildly.
"Sir, this Yunlong Inn is the best here." The rickshaw driver stopped at the door of an inn.
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, and the attentive coachman asked to help carry the box, but Cheng Qianfan declined politely. He laughed sarcastically and led the way.
Keep the change, please.
"Thank you, thank you, kind sir."
Cheng Qianfan paid the fare and watched as the rickshaw driver and the innkeeper bowed and said something in a low voice. The innkeeper threw out two nickels, and the rickshaw driver happily caught it, smiled and bowed to Cheng Qianfan, and then happily pulled the rickshaw. left.
"Sir, our hotel has third-class rooms A, B, and C. Are you——"
"One room, I don't like the bustle, I want it to be quieter."
"Okay, come with me."
Cheng Qianfan did nothing in the room, covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.
About two hours later, he got out of bed and opened his suitcase. There was some change of clothes inside.
There is also a wooden box.
He opened the wooden box, and inside the box was a brand-new Mauser pistol and a spare magazine full of bullets.
After checking it carefully, Cheng Qianfan picked up the wooden box, wrapped it in kraft paper, and put it into a cloth bag filled with books.
Shi Shiran walked out of the room, said hello to the shopkeeper, and left the inn.
After walking around for several times, he came to a remote alley a few blocks away from the inn. He used a dagger to pry open the bricks of the earthen wall, dug out the soil inside, made a hole in the wall, and stuffed the box with the gun inside. Go and refill the green bricks.
After taking two steps, he picked up the dog poop on the ground and smeared it on the bricks without caring.
Then we went to a small river, washed our hands, and called a rickshaw.
First, we went to the lively Royal Street which is quite far away from here.
After wandering for a while, I came out of another alley and hailed a rickshaw.
"Cast the emaciated body."
…
Sitting on the rickshaw, Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
He didn't know whether Kawada Yongji believed him or whether he would continue to send people to follow him after he left the station, so he did not dare to go directly to Xiongzhen Tower.
No matter how the other party acts, he himself must be cautious enough.
"Okay, let's get over here."
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car and paid the fare.
After walking a few dozen meters, we arrived at the entrance of the courtyard with a sign.
"Stop, who are you?" shouted a guard carrying a medium-sized rifle on his back.
Cheng Qianfan was about to take out the 'letter of introduction' when he saw three men approaching, one of whom was 'Nagging'.
"Someone is here to pick me up." Cheng Qianfan pointed.
'Nagging' said hello to the guard, who waved his hand, and Cheng Qianfan stepped through the door.
…
"Mr. Cheng, why did you come so late?"
"Sorry, something delayed me." Cheng Qianfan said with his fists clasped.
After walking for a while, Cheng Qianfan's expression changed, "Nagging, what do you mean?"
The three of them had already formed a triangle formation to double-team him.
"Mr. Cheng, Deputy Director Yu has asked me to hand over your gun." Nagging said expressionlessly.
"It's not like inviting me over, it's more like being escorted." Cheng Qianfan said angrily.
"Please hand over your pistol." The man on the left suddenly pulled out a '10-year-old pistol' and pointed it at Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the other party coldly and was about to take out the Mauser pistol from his waist.
"Don't move." The man shook his pistol.
Cheng Qianfan raised his hand, and the man on his right came up, pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist, touched his body again, and pulled out a dagger from his trousers.
"Please, Mr. Cheng." Nagging said with his left hand, leading the way.
"snort!"
Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly and walked forward in silence under the escort of the three people.
He was thinking quickly.
Is it a trap?
Has your identity as a red party member been exposed?
Not too possible.
He himself rejected this speculation.
So the only possible reason...
Nagging reported the incident on the train, and this person was dissatisfied with the behavior suppressed by his order. He might add fuel to the fire, or even suspect him of having an affair with Rite.
After figuring out the joints, Cheng Qianfan calmed down.
On the way here, he thought about how to report and explain the matter.
…
Arriving in front of a heavily guarded small white building.
A young man wearing a national army uniform with the rank of lieutenant came out.
He looked at Cheng Qianfan coldly, seeming a little surprised by his handsome appearance.
"Cheng Wufang?"
Cheng Wufang was given a temporary pseudonym by Song Fuguo.
Before Cheng Qianfan could speak, two soldiers came up, touched him again, took out his wallet, business cards, notes and other items from his pocket, and placed them in a tray.
"Mr. Cheng, please."
Cheng Qianfan stood still, straightened his suit, straightened his crooked tie, and then followed the other person in.
"Report."
"What's up?"
"Report to Deputy Director Yu, Cheng Wufang will bring him."
"Come in."
"Mr. Cheng, please." The young officer opened the door.
Cheng Qianfan strode in, and a soldier followed him in holding a tray. Someone inside took the tray. The soldier saluted, turned and left, and closed the door.
…
Cheng Qianfan looked at the environment in the room.
Behind the desk in the center, a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit sits, writing at his desk. The desk is piled with various documents.
There were also two young men wearing Chinese tunic suits with 'leader' badges on their chests.
One of them stood respectfully on the right side of the desk, not squinting.
Another person placed the tray gently on the corner of the desk and was inspecting it carefully. He picked up Kawada Nagakichi's business card and looked at it with a strange expression.
"Are you a party member?" The man who was writing at his desk suddenly asked without looking up.
"Deputy Director Yu, I report that my subordinate is a member of the Party." Cheng Qianfan replied respectfully, "In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, I joined the Party at the Central Army Military Academy."
"Huh?" The man picked up a page on the table, looked at it carefully, raised his head, and said with a look of surprise, "Central Army Military Academy? Which period?"
