"Go to Guangci Hospital."
Cheng Qianfan hailed a rickshaw.
Sitting on the rickshaw, he lit a cigarette and forced himself to calm down.
He knew he had lost his cool because of his impatience.
Both He Guan and Fang Muheng came from well-off families.
The two people live a comfortable life, but they have kindness towards the poor people, and their blood is warm.
This is extremely difficult.
Compared with many arrogant carnivores who take pleasure in exploiting the working people, whether it is He Guan or Fang Muheng, such a passionate young man is worthy of admiration.
They are not yet comrades within the party, so they inevitably have many shortcomings. As long as they are guided correctly, they may become strong red fighters in the future.
Therefore, Cheng Qianfan decided to stay away from these two guys.
He didn't want to have any working intersection with the two of them until they became real red warriors.
The nature of his work determines that his comrades and partners must be agents with high abilities.
Cultivating and training hot-blooded young people is a matter for local red organizations.
Before Comrade Zhulin died, he had given him special instructions. For an ace agent like him, hiding yourself and doing your job well is the only creed.
Never try to surround yourself with revolutionary partners, this will only increase the risk of his exposure, and this is not what he should do.
Therefore, despite having a very close relationship with He Guan, Cheng Qianfan would never reveal any red thoughts in front of He Guan, let alone consider developing He Guan into his revolutionary partner.
Even if He Guan later grew up to be a qualified Red soldier, he would immediately stay away from He Guan before he received an order from the organization to allow the two people to have working contact.
Revolutionary work is not about playing house, there is a strict division of labor, and extremely strict organizational disciplines and principles of conduct. This is an experience and lesson forged with blood.
In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, Comrade Quan Shui, a senior agent of the Red Party who was lurking in the Shanghai Police Station, was quickly captured by the Party Affairs Investigation Department because he had no work experience and was not rigorous in his actions because he was developing revolutionary partners among his colleagues. In the end, he could not survive the torture and confessed many comrades, including Comrade "Quanshui".
In the end, five comrades lurking in the Shanghai Police Station, including Comrade Quan Shui, died heroically.
This is a bloody lesson.
The nature of the work of ace agents has a completely different division of labor and characteristics from that of ordinary underground party organizations.
Except for your own upline and downline, you must not reveal your political leanings in front of anyone else.
…
The sun is a bit strong.
Cheng Qianfan put down the rickshaw shed.
He took out a pencil stub from his pocket.
He reached into his right pocket with his right hand. There were two matchboxes inside. He took out the matchbox into which he had dropped two drops of candle.
Inside the matchbox is a small blank piece of paper.
Cheng Qianfan placed the piece of paper on the matchbox, quickly wrote a line of crooked words with his left hand, and put the matchbox back into his pocket.
He still couldn't sit back and watch his comrades fall into the trap.
He couldn't risk meeting Peng and Ou either.
You can only write down the information first and try to act according to the situation without exposing yourself.
If there is no chance, the information in this matchbox can only be destroyed and never appear.
My blood is hot, but sometimes I have to painfully force myself to be cold-blooded!
…
There was a smell of salted fish in the air.
People who like salted fish will love it to death, but people who don't like it will cover their noses and run away quickly.
"This smells delicious." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
He likes to chat with rickshaw drivers. These people walk around the streets. There is nothing they don't know about the market. Some of the words they say unintentionally may be valuable.
"Officer Cheng, you also like to eat salted fish." The rickshaw driver pulled the car hard and asked after taking a breath.
"I grew up eating snacks." Cheng Qianfan said, "I think there is a Dafa Food Market nearby."
"Officer Cheng is an expert," said the rickshaw driver. "Lao Zhan from Dafa Market is famous for his salted fish."
Seeing that Officer Cheng from the patrol room was willing to chat with him, the rickshaw driver was very happy and continued, "Last time, Ala pulled over Xiang's wife from the home of Chen Dazhuang (lawyer). Xiang's wife said that Chen Dazhuang used to like to eat Lao Zhan's food. Salted fish, I just can’t eat it now.”
"Why can't you eat now?"
"The wife of Chen Dazhuang's family came back from the West and can't smell salted fish." The rickshaw driver was indignant and seemed to be complaining about the salted fish. "Last time, I saw a real foreign devil coming to the market to eat porridge and salted fish in the morning. , but the fake foreign woman won’t eat it.”
Cheng Qianfan couldn't help laughing when he heard the pride in the rickshaw driver's tone when he said that foreign devils eat salted fish.
He habitually thinks about things.
Come to the market in the morning to eat porridge and salted fish.
This shows that this Westerner's residence is not far from here.
The high-end residential area close to Dafa Food Market is most likely the Western-style house area on Masinan Road.
Westerners from Masinan Road come to Dafa Food Market to taste Chinese snacks.
It's interesting.
Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
Masinan Road?
Masinan Road!
…
Westerners come to Dafa Market to eat porridge and salted fish, but what about Professor Peng Yuou who also lives on Masinan Road?
Won't.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head inwardly. There was a Shao mother in Peng and Ou's family who used her identity as a maid as a cover.
If there is a maid at home, the maid will basically buy and cook breakfast and dinner, otherwise it will arouse suspicion.
Dafa Food Market is the largest food market in the area.
If Shao Ma wanted to buy groceries, the most appropriate, normal, and least suspicious choice would be Dafa Food Market.
Cheng Qianfan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
He knew the usual working hours of maids in 'rich families', and most of the ingredients for dinner were purchased after lunch.
Many families on Masinan Road have maids. If Shao's mother was 'social', she would probably follow the crowd and come to buy groceries at this time.
"Stop at the entrance of Dafa Market." Cheng Qianfan said.
"okay."
Cheng Qianfan got off the bus, paid an extra dime for the fare, and said, "Wait for me here for a quarter of an hour. I'll be back soon."
Fifteen minutes, he told himself, only fifteen minutes.
Cheng Qianfan believes in redism. He does not believe in ghosts, gods, or fate.
However, at this moment, his heart was scratching like a bug. These fifteen minutes were the life of the comrade from the Shanghai organization who might be sent to the slum area.
Within fifteen minutes, Shao's mother appeared, and this comrade was saved.
Shao’s mother didn’t show up…
…
Of course, Cheng Qianfan couldn't wait idlely. He wandered around several stalls at the entrance of the vegetable market.
He always had to buy something before he could make sense.
Dr. Zhao Wenhua is a well-known person in Shanghai. He has been interviewed by a reporter from Shenbao before. He admits that he is a gourmet, especially river fish.
Cheng Qianfan has read this issue of the newspaper.
It has become an anecdote that Zhao Wenhua likes to eat river fish.
Cheng Qianfan stopped over and bought some river fish at the vegetable market to take as a meeting gift to express the young man's respect for this famous doctor in Shanghai. It was not shabby or obtrusive, and could even be called an elegant thing.
This makes sense.
Cheng Qianfan has already targeted river eels at a fishing stall. Zhao Wenhua likes to eat river fish, especially river eels.
However, he pretended that he had not decided which one to buy. He looked at this one and that one.
Cheng Qianfan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. There were only five minutes left.
He knew he couldn't keep pretending, so he picked three river eels, asked a fish stall owner to sell him a wooden barrel, paid the money, and prepared to leave with the wooden barrel filled with live fish.
The river eels in the barrel were very alive, swimming around without any idea of the fate they were about to face.
Cheng Qianfan's face was filled with joy of returning home, but a ray of sadness deep in his heart tortured him.
At this moment, he heard the voices of several women talking behind him. He did not turn around to look, but walked over and asked the fishmonger to add more water to the barrel, just so he could observe with his peripheral vision...
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