The car drove through the gate of Taiyuan National Middle School unknowingly. Zhou Wen asked: "Lao Qiao, where do you live? Give me directions, why are you so dazed."
Peng Feng finally came to his senses, looked at Zhou Wen and said warily: "You want to go to my house? No, no, no, no, no, the humble house cannot accommodate a great god like you. I will get off the car here. Also, thank you Zhou Wen for today." Director, really, thank you from the bottom of my heart."
Zhou Wen looked at him and said meaningfully: "Lao Qiao, think about it before you speak. There will be no store like this after passing this village."
Only then did Peng Feng realize that he had once again made the mistake of subjectivism. The funds and medicines urgently needed by the organization could only fall on this person. At this time, regardless of whether he was a capitalist or a reactionary, he had to win over the talent first. , How could he push the God of Wealth out of the door?
But what I said before was too full and too hasty, so it didn’t end well.
At that moment, Peng Feng had a quick wit and said with a dry smile: "Hehe... Look at what Director Zhou said, wasn't I just kidding? How could the savior not invite him in to sit down when he arrived at the door? Just like the one in front of him. Row houses.”
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That afternoon, the sky in Taiyuan was still windy and snowy. At the door of a bookstore called Qingjing Bookstore on Fuxi Road, a middle-aged scholar with a mustache strode forward, it was Peng Feng.
Due to the wind and snow, most people would not choose to go out at this time. Naturally, there was little business in the bookstore, which just fulfilled the name of the bookstore - Qingjing. The clerk in the bookstore was dozing off little by little with his head on the stove next to him.
The thick curtain was opened, and a scholar with a mustache walked in with the sharp cold air outside.
The bookstore clerk couldn't help but shuddered. When he saw the person coming, he hurried forward and said, "Sir, what do you need?"
Peng Feng smiled and said, "Is there any Cicada Wing Pi Xuan?"
The clerk said: "Sir, you are joking. The cicada-wing skin was exclusively used by the imperial court in the past. There is no such high-end product on the market now."
Peng Feng asked: "Is there any rice paper with special clean skin?"
The waiter replied: "Yes, yes, but the price is not cheap."
Peng Feng continued: "I'm not afraid of the price, but I'm afraid you don't have it."
The waiter nodded and said: "Then please come in. This kind of rice paper needs to be negotiated after seeing the goods."
Peng Feng nodded and walked straight into the back room of the store. As soon as he entered, he saw a middle-aged man dressed as a shopkeeper coming over. He looked at him and said seriously: "Old Peng, why are you here by yourself? Where is Xiao Zhao?”
It turns out that the shopkeeper of this bookstore is also an underground worker of the Red Party, and his position is not low. He is one of several standing committee members of the Taiyuan Municipal Party Committee. His real name is Xia Boyan, and he is also Peng Feng's direct superior.
Under normal circumstances, Peng Feng could not come here directly. Any news and intelligence would be delivered through his messenger, the guard Xiao Zhao. This time Peng Feng came directly to the door, which meant that something major had happened.
When Peng Feng was exchanging passwords with the guy who was also a member of the underground party outside, he heard it, so he waited at the door of the back room.
Peng Feng first picked up a tea cup on the table and drank it in one gulp. Then he wiped his mustache and said, "The situation is urgent and quite complicated. I can only report it in person."
Peng Feng said: "Let me take a breath first and have a cigarette." After that, he poured himself tea and drank two cups in a row, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief. He took the cigarette that Xia Boyan handed over in annoyance, picked up the match he sat on and lit it, and took a puff before saying: "What happened today is like a dream. Guess who I met?"
Xia Boyan has been working with Peng Feng for more than a year, and he naturally knows his temper. Seeing this guy's confident attitude, he knew it wouldn't be bad news, and his tense heart relaxed and he was impatient. Di urged: "Look at what you are capable of, tell me quickly, who did you meet?"
Peng Feng then told everything about his encounter with Zhou Wen this morning. At the end, he said: "This is the young officer who made me lie dormant for half a year. Didn't I entrust you to find out his identity last time?" Really? Now it seems that this guy is very rich. He is not just a security chief. But he showed that he is very rich in everything he said to me. He just didn’t paint it directly on his forehead. It’s really It’s just a fat sheep.”
Now it was Xia Boyan's turn to sit still, and he lit a cigarette. After thinking for a moment, he said: "It's a bit weird. I already know your true identity, but I still have no taboos about you, and I don't have any respect for you." It’s hard to say what kind of hostility and bad intentions, fat sheep or something, but at least it doesn’t look like a wolf, otherwise you would have been caught a year ago and the radio station wouldn’t be able to save it.”
After thinking for a while, Xia Boyan suddenly raised his head and said, "What did you say he called you just now?"
"Old Qiao, I have obviously told him that my surname is Huang, but he still calls me Lao Qiao, Lao Qiao, and he doesn't explain...wait a minute."
At this time, Peng Feng also reacted. He looked at Xia Boyan with wide eyes and said, "Qiao... Bridge, is it a bridge?"
"That's right!" Xia Boyan slapped his thigh and said, "This means to establish a connection with the organization through you. He can't be one of ours, right? But judging from his age, he doesn't look like it. According to you It is said that he was not yet twenty years old, and his family lived in Lishi, Shanxi. If he was from us, would he have been developed in junior high school? How old was he then? He was fifteen or sixteen years old. This is illogical. "
Peng Feng chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter what kind of person he is, I was exposed in front of him anyway, but we don't know how to explain it. Everyone pretends to be confused, so I just have to deal with him. Anyway, this fat sheep has money and medicine, so we won’t kill it until we kill it.”
"Hey, at least they are friendly people who sympathize with us. How can we call them fat sheep? In the future, we can try it out to see if we can pull people over." Xia Boyan said.
Peng Feng rolled his eyes after hearing this: "You're still pulling me here, how? What means are you using? Let me tell you, this guy talks about one thing after another. When it comes to the level of revolutionary theory, I think he is on par with you." You have to fight hard to understand everything. If it weren't for his age, I would suspect that he is a hidden old fox. No, he is even more clever than an old fox."
Xia Boyan was unhappy and said seriously: "Old fox, how can I let you know that he is a fat sheep if he is an old fox?"
Peng Feng said: "This is what I'm confused about. Normally, this kind of person should keep everything secret, but he just hinted to me clearly, 'I'm just a fat sheep, come and kill me.' You said Isn’t this a bit of a shame? Or that kind of...how should I put it? A bitch of a fat sheep."
