Cheng Qianfan was in an extremely good mood when he learned that the drunk doctor Lao Huang in the patrol room's medical room was his comrade-in-arms "Yuchang".
His heart was extremely happy.
For a time, he thought he was a lonely ghost.
Although I got in touch with the organization last year and returned to the organization.
However, after the large-scale manhunt the year before last, comrades sacrificed their lives and lost contact with each other.
Cheng Qianfan was lonely in his heart. There were so many comrades in Teco, but he was the only one left.
He is the only one left!
He buried his loneliness and tears deep in his heart.
At this moment, after learning the news about 'Yuchang' and confirming that he was indeed alive, Cheng Qianfan's inner excitement was beyond words.
"Great, great, great!" Cheng Qianfan took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.
Peng and Ou watched the young and experienced old comrade's fingers tremble slightly and took a deep breath, but he choked and coughed repeatedly.
Seeing Cheng Qianfan's excitement, Peng Yuou was extremely moved. He could understand Cheng Qianfan's excitement.
After April 12, he was so excited when he learned from time to time that some comrades were lurking and still alive.
This is the most sincere revolutionary friendship and comradeship!
At the same time, there is still a trace of the elders' love for the younger ones in his heart. Comrade "Huo Miao" has always been so calm and cautious. This is a lurker who dances in front of the enemy wearing a mask. It is only with him, with him. Only in front of you can you be emotionally released.
After leaving this room, Cheng Qianfan will put on his mask again and devote himself to the cruel and dangerous hidden work.
…
In the cruel struggle situation, the two did not have too much time to 'waste' on their 'personal feelings'.
Cheng Qianfan and Peng Yuou had a careful discussion on how to arrange for "Mr. Miao" to enter the Terracotta Road Police Hospital for examination.
Peng Yuou told Cheng Qianfan that Comrade "Farmer" had criticized "Yuchang" for being connected with Huo Miao, so he planned to arrange for "Yuchang" to "get acquainted" with Cheng Qianfan during this operation.
Cheng Qianfan thought carefully and objected to this proposal.
He suggested postponing the time when he would set up a line with Comrade Yuchang.
"I'm not sure whether Lao Huang's emotions will fluctuate after he learns my true identity." Cheng Qianfan said, "This operation is crucial and there must not be any clues that can easily arouse suspicion."
"Okay, I'll just do as you say." Peng Yuou glanced at Cheng Qianfan.
Whether it was his previous plan to arrange for the two of them to get on the line, or Cheng Qianfan's objections, the two of them made the right choice, they just had different starting points for considering the problem.
What Peng and Ou considered was that after Lao Huang and Cheng Qianfan met, the two would become comrades who could trust each other, which would be more conducive to action.
The reason for Cheng Qianfan's objection is straightforward: he doesn't trust 'Yuchang'.
It's not that I don't trust Yuchang's loyalty to the party, or even that I don't trust Yuchang's professional ability.
To be more precise, 'Huo Miao' only believes in himself!
If other comrades had such thoughts, Peng Yuou would definitely criticize them severely.
However, facing the 'wrong' idea of 'Huo Miao', Peng and Ou chose silence, or to be more precise, they acquiesced.
Peng and Ou believe that if necessary, "Huo Miao" will not hesitate to sacrifice his life to save his comrades.
The thought of 'Flame' is not selfish.
Only such a 'flame' can survive until now!
"One more thing. The radio battery of the comrade who escorted 'Mr. Miao' to Shanghai is broken. I need your help to get a battery." Peng Yuou said.
"No problem, I'll take care of it." Cheng Qianfan said solemnly.
As one of the most prominent black marketeers in the French Concession, this was not a problem for him.
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"Old Huang, Old Huang." Qin Di, who had returned from patrolling the streets, wiped the sweat from his forehead and knocked on the window of the medical room and shouted.
"What are you knocking for?" Lao Huang opened the window and said angrily, burping while talking.
"It's so hot, let's take some Rendan." Qin Di said.
"Take it." Old Huang glanced at him, then rummaged through it, and after a while he handed a paper bag from the window, waving his hand, "Don't disturb my sleep."
After Qin Di left, Lao Huangzui's sleepy eyes became serious.
There were black stains between the nails of Qin Di's right index finger and middle finger.
This is the ink that has not been washed away.
Because of the poor quality of the ink, there is still a trace of odor left.
This smell was all too familiar to him.
Only our party’s printed materials and leaflets will use this low-quality ink in large quantities.
The reason is straightforward: no money.
The upright and kind-hearted Qin Di is a bit of an anomaly in the patrol room, and Lao Huang has long been secretly paying attention to this young man.
He is now very confident that Qin Di is a comrade of our party.
However, in the eyes of 'Yuchang', Qin Di is too immature and lacks experience in underground work.
This is now the second time that the National Red Party has cooperated. Although the national government has not stopped pursuing the Red Party in private, it has restrained itself on the surface and there is no strict and cruel round-up like in the past.
Otherwise, Lao Huang concluded that Qin Di would never be able to escape the big manhunt.
"This old man!" In the arresting hall of the patrol room, Qin Di opened the paper bag and took the Rendan to eat, only to find that the Rendan had become damp, and his fingers were sticky after being contaminated, and the gaps between his fingernails were also contaminated.
Qin Di had no choice but to wash his hands, but he was slandering Lao Huang in his heart.
…
"Old Huang!"
Lu Dazhang was carrying a paper bag in his left hand and a bottle of wine in his right hand, and kicked the door of the medical room with his foot.
"Hey, Inspector Lu." Lao Huang opened the door and locked his eyes on the wine bottle in Lu Dazhang's hand, "Why do you have time to come here? Please come in!"
As he said that, he took the bottle directly.
"The medicine you prescribed to my boy a few days ago is indeed effective." Lu Dazhang said with a loud voice. He walked in, put the oil paper bag on the table, took a look at it, and said, "Isn't this what I have at home?" Po asked me to bring something to see you."
While speaking, Lu Dazhang knocked his heel and closed the door.
"I'm here as soon as I come. What else do I need to bring?" Old Huang rubbed his hands, but he was about to unscrew the wine bottle.
"Don't mention it." Lu Dazhang pointed to the oil paper bag and said in a low voice, "This is the authentic Shaoxing old Hao family flower carving. It has to be paired with Wan Zhenxing's pork head meat. It's so comfortable."
Lao Huang's expression changed, he put down the bottle with a sneer, rubbed his hands, and looked at Lu Dazhang, "Old Hao's family at Dadongmen, Shaoxing?"
"No, it's the old Hao family from Xiaowumen." Lu Dazhang said solemnly, "His flower carvings are the most authentic."
The two just looked at each other.
Lao Huang rubbed his hands again, opened his mouth, and rubbed his face again, "I only drink wine brewed by Hao Laoliu himself."
"I made it from Hao Laowen, and his fish intestine rice is one of a kind." Lu Dazhang replied.
"Central Special Branch, red team, 'fish intestines'." Lao Huang's facial muscles twitched, looking at Lu Dazhang in front of him, and said word by word.
"Central Special Branch, Intelligence Branch, 'Feiyu'!" Lu Dazhang grinned, with tears in his smile.
Lao Huang's eyes widened.
"Comrade 'Fish Gut'!"
"Comrade 'Flying Fish'!"
The two hands were clasped together heavily.
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