Zhang Anping's family moved.
After his cousin became successful, he never forgot about his cousin and cousin-in-law who had taken him in in Shanghai. Not long after Zhang Anping went abroad, he brought them to Nanjing and found a money management job for his father.
However, the house where I once lived in Shanghai was bought by my father, probably as a memory.
The cousin asked Zheng Yao to drive Zhang Anping to the former residence he bought first, but he did not go up:
"I won't go up there as I have something else to do. You stay in Shanghai for a few days first, and then go to Nanjing with me when I'm done."
Of course Zhang Anping agreed: "Okay."
Zheng Yao first proposed to send Zhang Anping up, but Zhang Anping waved his hand and refused.
After watching his cousin leave, Zhang Anping put away the smile on his face and went upstairs while recalling the conversations he had with his cousin along the way. He felt at ease after making sure that there was no omission in the slightest.
There is no way, my cousin's reputation is too great. Although he is not very famous now, he will be an existence that scares countless people in the future. He is still a little fox, so he cannot be careless in the slightest.
Saying hello to the neighbor, he went upstairs and opened the dusty hut.
There was no musty smell, and judging from the traces, it had only been cleaned recently.
My cousin should have hired someone to clean it.
Zhang Anping smiled. He was so lucky to have his current status. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to get the care of this king of agents?
The future famous Juntong Sixth Brother is now working part-time as a driver!
If I didn't have this level of family status, let alone going to the United States to get gold, my survival in the chaotic Republic of China would be a problem.
She spread out the mattress that her mother had specially left behind, and lay on the bed with peace of mind, waiting for dark.
It finally got dark. After Zhang Anping simply changed into a set of clothes, he took his bag and left the house.
In the restroom of a hotel, he finished changing his clothes, put on a beard, and disguised himself before walking out again. Then he found a rickshaw and said in a slightly aged voice:
"The dormitory of Tongji Affiliated Middle School."
He is going to find someone to report to Tongji Affiliated High School.
This person is our party agent Cen Anyan who he rescued from "Zheng Liang".
The "Communist Party" Zheng Liang, whom Zhang Anping reported before leaving four years ago, was actually coming for him - the other party organized countless patriotic students as patriotic youths to carry out various activities, with the purpose of bringing this code-named The agents of "Yuhua Stone" found out.
However, Zheng Liang's luck was bad. He met Zhang Anping, a time traveler with his own system. According to the system's prompts, Zhang Anping secretly followed and determined the identity of Zheng Liang's agent from the special agent headquarters.
Cen Anyan saw that Zheng Liang led his students to act in accordance with my style, but the obviously ignorant people were fearless and did not pay attention to strategies, so they deliberately recruited them into our party. At the critical moment, Zhang Anping appeared to stop the "Yuhua Stone" action and said It was definitely confirmed that the other party was an agent from the Secret Service Headquarters.
Although Cen Anyan escaped the disaster, he did not trust Zhang Anping who helped him, but instead took the initiative to cut off contact with the organization.
Because Zhang Anping was going abroad soon, he was not in a hurry to contact Cen Anyan and confess.
However, after he made money from selling patents and doing business in the United States, he provided a huge sum of money to Cen Anyan every month in the name of the "people". This process lasted for more than three years.
This large amount of activity funds made Cen An, who had planned to evacuate from Tongji Affiliated Middle School, hesitate.
A mysterious remittance of at least 8,000 US dollars per month. Assistance of this scale can greatly enrich the organization's activity funds. When unable to contact the other party, Cen Anyan can only go into silence, except for transferring funds to the organization every month. , do not have lateral contact with anyone in the organization.
Now that Zhang Anping has returned to China, of course he has to find Cen Anyan to get in touch with the organization.
Dormitory area of Tongji Affiliated Middle School.
Cen Anyan was reading a book leisurely in the dormitory.
The book is the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but the person reading the book did not turn the pages for a long time - obviously he was absent-minded.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the dormitory door.
Cen Anyan's instinctive surprise was not the usual knocking method used by emergency contacts.
After calming down his anxiety, he said in a calm voice: "Who is it?"
"I have something to do with Teacher Cen."
Cen Anyan stepped forward to open the door. Unexpectedly, he was greeted by a man who looked to be in his thirties.
He looked at the other party, mentally judging who the other party was, and was about to ask, but the other party took the initiative to walk in, closed the door of the room and sat down.
Zhang Anping looked at Cen Anyan.
Dressed as an intellectual in his forties, facing his "rude" behavior, his face is full of displeasure, confusion, and a bit of vigilance - interpreting the reaction of a normal person when faced with the rude intrusion of a stranger. incisively and vividly.
Zhang Anping was the first to speak: "Teacher Cen, after four years of separation, you still have the same style!"
"Who are you?"
Zhang Anping smiled slightly, took off his hat and began to remove his makeup, quickly revealing his true face.
Cen Anyan's eyes flashed with shock, and then was replaced by doubt: "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
He recognized Zhang Anping. Although Zhang Anping's appearance had changed a lot in the past four years, he still recognized him.
Four years ago, it was Zhang Anping who stopped him from his risky attempt to contact Zheng Liang. When the organization confirmed that Zhang Liang was a spy from the secret service headquarters, Cen Anyan was shocked, frightened, and even more curious about Zhang Anping.
But Zhang Anping did not return after going abroad, and he had to keep silent because of the mysterious remittance, so he could only keep the matter in his heart.
But now, Zhang Anping appeared next to him in disguise.
For safety reasons, he could only pretend not to know him.
Of course Zhang Anping understood that Cen Anyan deliberately failed to recognize him.
It is not easy to gain the trust of underground workers.
Fortunately, he was prepared.
He took out a stack of remittance receipts from his bag and placed them one by one on the table.
Although they were all in English, Cen Anyan could tell at a glance that these were the receipts for all the remittances he had received in the past four years.
Cen Anyan was shocked, but the instinct of the underground party made him full of doubts. He looked puzzled and said: "What do you mean?"
"Teacher Cen, you should have confirmed Zheng Liang's identity as an agent, right?"
Cen Anyan continued to wonder: "What are you talking about? Zheng Liang? Zheng Liang is... I remember, the Zheng Liang you said is..."
None of this works?
The vigilance of the underground party is higher than I thought!
Zhang Anping reluctantly took out a book: "Teacher Cen, I remember that this was the book you took when we last met, right?"
"For the first 12 numbers I sent, the first number was minus 7, the second number was minus 1, the third number was minus 8, and the fourth number was plus 1. The resulting numbers were in pairs. Add 1 to each set of numbers - you can find the answer by looking in this book."
Minus 7 minus 1? Add 8 plus 1?
71, 81?
Cen Anyan already believed it when he heard this.
Because these two numbers are meaningful to the Communists.
But he still verified it.
Zhang Anping remitted a total of more than 30 sums of money, and he kept the figures in mind.
After quickly calculating the answer, Cen Anyan flipped through the book to find it.
I, Zhang, An, Ping, I, want to, join, the Communist Party!
Faced with the answer, Cen Anyan's last doubt was finally gone.
But Cen Anyan immediately became more confused - how could a student who was only 20 years old get nearly 300,000 US dollars in four years?
"Mr. Cen, are you surprised about the origin of this money? Don't worry, I earned this money in the United States -" Zhang Anping saw Cen Anyan's doubts and handed over a Citibank deposit certificate. Take it out and put it on the table:
"This is US$50,000, which is the largest amount of funds I can spare during this period."
Cen Anyan couldn't hide his excitement: "Classmate Anping, what are you..."
"I want to say this is party dues - but I am definitely not qualified." Zhang Anping laughed at himself: "Money cannot represent my attitude, but it is my heart after all."
After Zhang Anping finished speaking, he took out a few pieces of paper: "This is the source of my funds - the capital I started with was from selling patents, and then I made investments and opened super stores. The Americans have the Chinese Exclusion Act. , direct information cannot trace me, but based on this clue, you should be able to trace me."
"This is my current resume - my resume in the United States is also written, you can take a look."
"This is my family composition list. I have listed all my relatives who serve in the National Government. You are welcome to check it out. In a word, I yearn for the Communist Party of China and want to be a part of her like you!"
Zhang Anping became serious at the end.
He didn't lie. Anyone who comes from later generations is full of yearning to join this great organization - the predecessors who created New China are a group of the purest people.
Who wouldn't want to fight side by side with such a person? !
Cen Anyan could feel Zhang Anping's deep sincerity.
He took a rough glance at Zhang Anping's family list, but when he saw a line of words, he couldn't help but become stunned.
My cousin, whose surname is Dai Chunfeng, is currently the director of the second division of the JSWYH Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.
This military command was not yet the famous military command in the future. It was just a collective name that combined the Party Affairs Investigation Section and the Fuxing Society Secret Service.
But Cen Anyan is an underground party member, how can he not know his name?
He was stunned and said: "Your cousin..."
The psychological quality of underground party members is excellent, but when the thunder is big enough, it can still make them lose their temper.
Just like Cen Anyan now.
Before Cen Anyan could finish speaking, Zhang Anping said solemnly: "Yes."
Cen Anyan's heart was filled with thunder.
That nephew actually took the initiative to join our party!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Cen Anyan explained: "I have to report your situation to the organization before I can approve it. Also, joining our organization requires review and inspection. It is impossible for you to join just because you say you want to."
"I know a little bit, because I know your party very well. Teacher Cen, I will visit you again in three days."
After Zhang Anping said his goodbyes, Cen Anyan did not hold back. After Zhang Anping finished putting on makeup, he sent him away. As he watched Zhang Anping go away, Cen Anyan's finally calm expression became wonderful again.
The "people" finally showed up, but their true identity was even more shocking. Looking at the $50,000 deposit certificate in his hand, Cen Anyan's heart slowly calmed down.
Regardless of whether it’s a scam or not, the money is real!
