"Looking for someone: Mr. Wu, your third uncle from your mother's family is here to help you. Come to the Xinyi Hotel outside the North Station. Your third uncle is waiting for you."
Fenbao is a local newspaper in Shanghai, and it also uses Shanghai dialect. Workers on the covert front used newspapers as a communication tool, mostly local tabloids. Nothing else, the main reason is that it is cheap, and no one will ever think of using declarations to find people.
And when newspapers convey news, they don’t necessarily need to find people. You can also write articles, tell stories, and even agree on the title of which news on which page, or different punctuation marks at the end. The key lies in 'agreement', which is human wisdom.
Wang Yan was wearing a dark green gown, trousers, and trousers. His shoes were also British carved leather shoes made of genuine leather, and his hairstyle was a generous slicked-back hairstyle. Wearing an expensive Swiss watch on her wrist, on her thumb is a full-green thumb ring inscribed by the Emperor Qianlong, a serious combination of Chinese and Western styles.
He crossed his legs and ate breakfast lavishly as usual in the breakfast shop he frequented. Among the piles of newspapers, such news suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Without lingering for even a single glance, he put down the local tabloid and turned to other newspapers.
At this time, another week had passed since the move to the prince's residence. There was still no movement in the joint operation between the Loyalty and Salvation Army and the Red Party guerrillas. He had nothing serious to do. The Japanese reduced the import and export tariffs, allowing him to follow the French. The business has returned to its previous pace, and with the compensation from the Japanese, they are still making a lot of money selling popular medicines.
In fact, during this period, as long as you have the ability to transport goods from overseas, whether it is dumping in large quantities or hoarding, you can make money no matter how you sell it, the difference is just how much you make. Many compradors today are engaged in hoarding and frantically squeezing the wealth of the people in Kuomintang-controlled areas and Soviet areas. Those who make a lot of money are the upper echelons of the Kuomintang, the compradors and foreigners.
In comparison, Wang Yan is truly conscientious. He withstood the strong greed of the French. Although the price of the goods was still high, he did not raise the price too much. This indirectly caused many compradors in Shanghai to criticize him, because Wang Yan's actions were price reductions and made them less money. A lot.
But it's a pity that they don't have the courage to cause trouble with Wang Yan, because they will really die. Now the big boss of the Green Gang has defected to the Japanese. He has tens of thousands of brothers under his command. Zhang Xiaolin, who controls all walks of life in Shanghai, does not dare to push Wang Yan too hard. Who are they?
This is why it is said that that damn old guy Lin Hongyuan betrayed Wang Yan, because if he did not bring the Japanese to Wang Yan, then the Japanese would never be able to see Wang Yan and talk to him. It is not that the Japanese have not visited Wang Yan before, but there is no doubt that they all received a rejection. Even if they sat across from Wang Yan, there was no room for them to speak. It was Lin Hongyuan who used his identity as Wang Yan's old man and Wang Yan's reputation for loyalty in Shanghai to force him to agree. In this case, if Lin Hongyuan doesn't die, who will?
In addition, we have been delivering supplies to the Soviet area. A large amount of food, cotton cloth, steel, medicine, etc. have flowed into the Soviet area. The Japanese turn a blind eye to these things. After all, when doing business in China today, no matter who you do business with, there are only two final buyers, either the Kuomintang or the Red Party. Compared with many national capitalists and red capitalists who engage in small tricks secretly, Wang Yan's aboveboard behavior is actually better. …
And on the other hand, their Japanese products are also being dumped. It is no different from a hundred years later. Even now, the voices calling for a boycott of Japanese goods are louder, fiercer, and more intense. At this time, the money spent on buying Japanese goods will really become the guns that kill the soldiers who are fighting bloody battles on the front line.
But in fact, whether it was the Kuomintang-controlled area or the Soviet area, there were Japanese goods, and the sales were pretty good. The only difference is that there are more Kuomintang-controlled areas and very few Soviet areas. There is no other reason than that the Kuomintang-controlled areas are larger and richer, while the Soviet areas are all poor places.
This is really a very sad thing, but you still have to use it. You really don’t have it, and even if you do, you won’t be competitive...
Inspector Wang is greedy for money and lustful. He makes a lot of money during the day and doesn't waste time playing with women at night. In addition to maintaining a deep friendly relationship with Wang Manchun, he will still go to various dance halls in Shanghai to have fun with dancers who want to sleep with him. Of course, it's not just the dancers, there are also some rich widows, and other wealthy ladies who have fun.
Originally, when the moral education was flourishing, it did not stop men and women from having sex. Now, under the impact of Western ideological trends, the divided Shanghai beach has naturally become even more chaotic. This is the curiosity-seeking nature of men and women, and it cannot be controlled by any rules.
Wang Manchun was put to sleep, and she had a mission, so she didn't need Wang Yan to contact her. Every one, two or three days, she always had to communicate in depth, and there was no lack of guidance in her words to find out the news. Wang Yan also Some of them just said a few random words, but they were not critical. In fact, he did not know any key information. He really didn't inquire about it. They were just scraps of information he heard during ordinary chats.
Wang Manchun didn't care very much. Yoko Minami said that even if there is no information, it is very necessary to maintain close relationships and work hard. Her purpose is to enjoy the ultimate comfort, whether there is grass or not, she can hug it. It's good to have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it.
Although Wang Yan was eating and reading the newspaper, his mind was obviously not here at all.
His brain was running at high speed, recalling everything that happened when he came in, trying to find any useful information from the clues. Thinking of why it took so long, the Shanghai underground party organization took the initiative to find him through emergency contact.
But he really hadn't thought about what changes and losses the Shanghai underground party had suffered recently. Because of the silence, although there are actions, the overall activity of each intelligence line is not as good as before. The less you do, the less you make mistakes. Therefore, in the past half month, there has been no substantial progress in the special high school. Some people arrived, but none of them were key personnel, and they were all stronger than Xia Changguo. They tenaciously endured the torture and when the organization discovered the retreat and transfer, they successfully broke the intelligence line in the underground interrogation room of the Super High School.
The Shanghai Intelligence Station of the military command has been relatively peaceful recently. In addition to the daily sanctions against a few lackeys and traitors, there is no news that the special high school has captured any key figures. Besides, the military command has nothing to do with the Red Party. Even if the Shanghai station was completely wiped out, the Red Party would only remember and lament the difficulties of fighting behind enemy lines, and absorb the experience and lessons. It is even less possible to contact him urgently because of military affairs. …
After thinking about it, I didn't expect that there was something important that I needed to contact urgently recently, so I didn't think hard about it anymore and just waited for the detailed discussion in the evening.
Although Qi Si is a young man with a big appetite, his eating style is not elegant at all, and he has already devoured everything. Across the way, he was holding a cigarette and picking up the newspaper Wang Yan had read and flipping through it. He doesn't read anything else, only tidbits and stories. He doesn't care much about other national affairs.
Wang Yan finished the meal, wiped his mouth with a napkin, smoked a cigarette leisurely after the meal, drank some tea, picked up the newspaper he had not read yet: "Eat, let's go."
Qi Si sighed, straightened his suit, and put on his now fashionable nylon hat. Wang Yan bought this for him. Everyone from the rich young master on the beach to the little red guy who lives on the streets prefers this kind of hat, and he is no exception. The eldest brother was so generous that he bought seven different styles in one go and asked him to change one every day.
He trotted out and opened the back door first. It wasn't until Wang Yan got in the car that he ran to the driver's seat and got in. In fact, before the formal process of getting into the car, he had to check whether the car chassis had been planted with bombs. But because they were sitting by the window just now, he had the car all the time and did not find anyone suspicious staying for a long time.
It can be said that Wang Yan is quite safe now. He is trusted by the French, has an ambiguous relationship with the Japanese, and maintains a good relationship with the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station. Although his identity as a Red Party member is unknown, he has never offended the Red Party. At the same time, he was doing business openly with both parties. Except for the courageous comprador in Shanghai who had some business disputes, he was a friend everywhere. Normally no one would have a reason to kill him, just being cautious for safety reasons.
In fact, with his intuitive sense of danger, he could sense that a fatal bomb was planted in the car. This is the result of hundreds of years of martial arts training, and it is also the result of adding more energy. It has a mysterious and mysterious feeling, a divine and enlightening feeling. It can be understood as a sixth sense that has been strengthened countless times, is very sensitive, and is passively triggered. If we talk about it in terms of religious practice, then he has developed magical powers.
Qi Si started the car and did not drive away immediately. He watched from the rearview mirror as a group of beggars ran to the door of the store and waited. After a while, the store owner took out various packaged breakfasts and delivered them to them. The little beggar jumped and disappeared under the warm sunshine of the spring morning.
No one dared to delay Inspector Wang's kindness. After every extravagant meal, except for a small portion that was taken away by the waiter, the rest was handed over to the little beggar. And this group of beggars has always been the same group that Qi Si once led.
Wang Yan said with a smile: "Why, do you feel uncomfortable?"
"A bit, they are too young and their ideas are too simple. Now except for the older ones who understand things, the rest of the younger ones are all scolding me for not being a thing and forgetting about them when I have a future. . Those older ones, I think, also have that thought, but they are just trying their best not to let me see it. They are all small and heartless. How do they know my difficulties..."
“Go to the arresting house!.”…
In this era, many people are born at the wrong time and cannot help themselves. Xiao Jiujiu, a group of begging children, is obviously not worth it.
Wang Yan went to the capture room to learn about the situation on a daily basis, and held meetings with his three captains to keep in touch with each other. Of course, the main ones were Fang Yuantu and Zhang Xian, and he was slowly studying them. The main reason is that it is still not determined who is the Japanese.
Before Chen Jiangliu abdicated, he went to ask again. He was very sure that Chen Jiangliu asked several people about their attitudes towards the Japanese out of emotion. He did not call Lin Hongyuan afterwards, let alone tell the Japanese directly. Whose attitude is what. Therefore, the problem must lie with Fang Yuantu and Zhang Xian, who were both captains at the time.
He wanted to separate this person, and then slowly kill him, purify his team, and gain control over both teams. As for the remaining one, it is innocuous.
After holding a small meeting with his subordinates, Wang Yan went to the warehouse to learn about the business operations and met several cooperative businessmen. The day passed just like that. I received a call from Wang Manchun in the evening. This girl said that she was having menstrual cramps and that she would see her again after a while.
After another extravagant dinner, when Qi Si inquired about where to spend the night, Wang Yan replied, Qi Si drove home disappointed.
Ever since he started having sex and went out to play with Wang Yan, he could never get permission to play for one night in a week. Eat the marrow and know the taste, but young people just don't know how to exercise moderation. If they are thinking about it, they want to enjoy the gentle caress of their close sister.
In the evening, after everyone had gone to bed and there was no movement in the palace, Wang Yan, who had washed up and gone to bed for a healthy sleep, quietly got up, took out his clothes, changed them, packed them neatly, and quietly climbed out of the window on the third floor. Go down, use the cover of trees and pavilions, avoid the men who are keeping watch at night, jog to help, climb the edge of the three-meter-high wall with both hands, and then just rely on the strong arm strength to face the barbed wire on the high wall, He pushed himself up the wall in an ugly posture, leaving no footprints on the wall.
He didn't stay too long at the top of the wall. He jumped up directly and jumped over the barbed wire. With his excellent balance, he controlled his body and jumped down from the three-meter-high wall lightly without even making much noise.
He clung to the darkness next to the wall and sneaked all the way to Jing'an Temple Road in the public concession. He entered a top-floor apartment, changed into clothes that were for mass consumption rather than high-end custom-made clothes, and then quickly looked in the mirror. Put on makeup, change your appearance and features, put on gold-rimmed glasses, take out a hat and put it on your loose hair, use the polite hat brim shadow to cover your face, wait until everything is done , he took out a cheap broken watch from the space, adjusted the time against the clock in the room, fastened it on his wrist, and simply left the apartment.
When I got downstairs, I took a bicycle very politely, and then pedaled back to the French Concession. I drove on Foch Road, parked the bicycle in a corner, and observed no one along the way. In the alley, we came to the back door of Fuxing Pawn Shop.
Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong, two short, two long, and two short knocks on the closed wooden door. The difference was that this time he did not leave. …
Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps, and the closed door opened. Wang Yan quickly stepped in and silently followed Lu Boda to the study room where only one desk lamp was lit.
"Comrade Pei Min, we finally meet today after two years." Lu Boda stretched out his hands and held Wang Yan's big and gentle hands that could be called delicate, but gave people a sense of strength.
"Hello, Comrade Jingzhe." Wang Yan responded, turning to look at Liu Qiulan who came in with tea, and said, "Hello, sister-in-law."
Liu Qiulan nodded repeatedly: "You tell me, I'll go and watch."
Seeing Liu Qiulan leaving, Lu Boda extended his hand to invite him: "Come, Comrade Pei Min, sit down and talk."
Wang Yan nodded, sat on the sofa behind the lamp, and lowered the brim of his hat. From the moment they entered until now, neither Lu Boda nor Liu Qiulan could see Wang Yan's face clearly.
Lu Boda understood better that not being able to see the faces was a protection for both parties. He pushed the tea forward, cleared his throat and said: "I know it may be inconvenient for you, so I will keep the story short. It's like this, Comrade Pei Min, we have received news that a group of anti-Japanese elements will be executed collectively in the Special High School. Among them, there is a comrade who was responsible for confidentiality work of the former JS Provincial Committee of our party. His name is Feng Zhaochun. Unfortunately, he was secretly captured by the Japanese last year. He was later secretly transferred to the Shanghai Consulate and secretly interrogated by the Shanghai Special Higher Education School. Comrade Feng Zhaochun has a He was a tough guy, unyielding, and refused to surrender. He endured all kinds of torture. In the end, the Japanese invaders had no choice but to put him on the list of collective executions this time.
We cannot just watch the execution of such a tested communist fighter. Therefore, after research, the organization decided to implement a rescue plan. The Central Committee and the JS Provincial Party Committee also issued instructions to try their best to rescue. In addition, I have also contacted Comrade Enlai and requested that you participate in this operation to support our comrades and improve the success rate of the rescue. The reply I received was to let you make your own decision based on the situation. You can go back and contact us to verify this yourself. Comrade Pei Min, what do you think? "
Lu Boda is also a veteran. The underground party organization in Shanghai is the Shanghai Municipal Committee, which can basically refer to the status of Shanghai later. As the first secretary of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, Lu Boda's level is there.
Wang Yan lowered his voice and changed his voice: "Are you absolutely sure that Comrade Feng did not rebel?"
"Yes, there are comrades of ours among the enemy agents. The information he risked his life to convey can be completely trusted."
"When will the collective execution be carried out? Where are the people being held now? What kind of defense force? Where will they be sent to be executed? And what kind of defense force is it?"
"At noon next Wednesday, there are still five days. Now the person is being held in the prison in Hongkou of the Special High School. There is always a squadron of nearly 200 people guarding there. It cannot be attacked by force. The person will be sent to the shooting range of Hujiazhai , there were a total of twenty-three people on the execution list this time, including the Kuomintang, our people, and patriots. They were escorted by three detachments of military police.
This section of the road in the middle is a good time for us to take action. Regardless of success or failure, we can retreat calmly. This time the rescue operation is to save as many people as possible on the basis of ensuring the rescue of Comrade Feng Zhaochun. Among these people, not only Comrade Feng Zhaochun, but also others are all good and strong-willed men. In addition, when we act, we will be supported by guerrilla comrades, so there is no need to worry about firepower. The generation of guerrillas operating in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai may be the team with the best weapons and equipment and the strongest combat effectiveness among our party's armed forces. "
After Lu Boda finished speaking, he heard no reply and was not in a hurry. He lit a cigarette silently and looked at the unclearly visible Comrade Pei Min behind the dim light, which represented mystery and power.
"If we take action during the day, my identity does not allow me to participate in the action. And..." After pondering for a moment, Wang Yan slowly said, "I suspect this is a Japanese special trap to lure us into action..."
