After hearing Li Liangyuan's words, Xie Xuan and Captain Imamura looked at each other, and both of them saw the desired result in each other's eyes.
Xie Xuan muttered:
"We need you to provide information on all aspects of Jiangsu. In addition, we need to equip you with a radio station so that you can keep in touch with the mountain city at any time."
Li Liangyuan hesitated and said: "This..., is it progressing too fast?"
Xie Xuan said: "Don't worry, we will protect your safety. No one will know about your cooperation with us. Tomorrow morning, I hope to get the Japanese and puppet army's plan to clear the countryside in southern Jiangsu."
Li Liangyuan said: "I will try my best."
Xie Xuan said: "Then we won't disturb you. I will come to Mr. Li's office to pick it up at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
Li Liangyuan said quickly: "Ten o'clock is too early, let's go to twelve o'clock."
Xie Xuan said: "Okay."
Isn't it just to let him be the director for two more hours? He can still afford to wait for this time.
"Xie Sang, why didn't you reveal your identity just now?"
After leaving Li Liangyuan's home, Captain Imamura couldn't wait to ask.
Li Liangyuan has made his attitude clear. With all the witnesses and material evidence, he can be arrested.
Xie Xuan explained: "We can't completely confirm his identity now. What if we catch him and he bites him in turn and says he wants to fish? We have to give him time and make him speechless tomorrow."
Captain Imamura smiled and said, "Yoshi, you should consider everything comprehensively."
At night, Suzhou is silent on the surface. In fact, electromagnetic wave signals are everywhere in the sky.
Xie Xuan was sending reports, Yang Zhiyi and Han Suigu were also sending and receiving reports, and Li Junshi was also sending reports to Wang Mingzhao in Nanjing.
Xie Xuan had no involvement in the CCP case being investigated by Suzhou Station. He only heard from Li Junshi that Shi Senlin was investigating the CCP case. If he inquired from other channels, it would easily attract others' attention.
He just asked Yang Zhiyi's radio station to tell the Jiangsu Provincial Committee that the Suzhou station was investigating the underground party. In addition, Yang Zhiyi was also asked to tell the New Fourth Army headquarters that the Japanese and puppet troops would "clear the countryside" east of Jinpu Road and the Su, Chang, and Tai areas in southern Jiangsu in the near future. All traffic arteries, including villages and villages, Roads and strongholds will be added to make the New Fourth Army more vigilant.
"Lao Yang, our guess is correct. Sure enough, there is something wrong with the Suzhou underground party."
After Han Peigu got the translated telegram, he handed it to Yang Zhiyi.
They left the Suzhou hotel at noon today and rented a house on Pingjiang Road.
Yang Zhiyi was familiar with the situation around him in the afternoon, and Han Pungu set up a radio station in the room. Sure enough, he received another telegram from the ophthalmologist in the evening.
Yang Zhiyi smiled and said: "It's not our guess, it's your guess. Xiao Han, you have really grown up now. Compared to the time you were in Shenpu, you are completely like two different people."
He received the telegram and subconsciously believed that there was a problem with Shenpu.
Han Peigu believed that there might be a problem with the Suzhou underground party.
Han Pogu said worriedly: "We are in Suzhou, so the chance of problems here is higher. I am a little worried about that comrade now. Will this matter involve him? The telegram last night was too urgent. His time at that time It must have been rushed.”
Yang Zhiyi comforted: "He obtained this information. From his deployment, it can be seen that he acted very cautiously. Moreover, we interrupted the communication with the Suzhou Municipal Committee in time, and his safety will not be a problem."
Han Pogu shook his head: "He already knows that there is a problem with the Suzhou underground party, how can he just stand by and watch?"
Han Suigu's worries are justified. Xie Xuan will indeed not stand idly by.
But right now, he can't do anything.
He is conceiving a plan, but he also needs some information from the Suzhou underground party.
But he cannot have horizontal contact with the Suzhou underground party. What he can do now is to inform them of the situation he has learned in a timely manner.
In a brown hemp rope shop on Hengjie, Suzhou, several leading comrades of the Suzhou Municipal Party Committee were also studying work in a room in the backyard.
Geng Wenzhi, secretary of the municipal party committee, was holding a hookah pole in his hand and smoking.
He was wearing a double-breasted piece of coarse cloth. Because he was making brown hemp rope, his palms were thick and had a thick layer of calluses.
Who would have thought that this small businessman who looked sincere was actually the secretary of the Suzhou Municipal Party Committee.
Sitting opposite Geng Wenzhi is a young man in his early twenties. His name is Geng Sicheng. He is Geng Wenzhi's son and an organizational member of the Suzhou Municipal Party Committee.
Sitting next to Geng Sicheng was a handsome woman named Zhu Hongmei, a propaganda committee member of the Suzhou Municipal Party Committee.
Geng Wenzhi took a drag on his cigarette and said softly: "The provincial party committee instructed that Shen Pulai's radio station was withdrawn because it was discovered that the Suzhou Station of the Secret Service was secretly investigating us."
Zhu Hongmei asked: "Uncle Geng, did you find anything at Suzhou Station?"
Geng Wenzhi shook his head: "I don't know."
Geng Sicheng said: "No wonder there has been no news from the contact station, and no one has come to collect the information from the dead mailbox."
Zhu Hongmei asked: "Comrade Shen Pu, you are right to be careful. But, where did we go wrong?"
Geng Sicheng said: "It seems that all the lines are fine."
Zhu Hongmei said: "It's impossible. There must be something wrong somewhere, but we just didn't find it."
Geng Wenzhi said: "Hongmei is right, something must have gone wrong. From now on, all comrades must be more vigilant, and there must be no horizontal connections between the lines."
Zhu Hongmei patted Geng Sicheng's arm and chuckled: "You see, Uncle Geng also supports my view."
Geng Sicheng asked: "Then the contact station and the dead mailbox will be cancelled?"
Geng Wenzhi shook his head: "That's not necessary."
The comrades of the municipal party committee are all tested. He did not realize at this time that there was actually an internal problem.
Zhu Hongmei said: "Uncle Geng, I suggest you cancel the dead mailbox first. Comrades in Shenpu have discovered the problem and will not contact us for the time being. The dead mailbox has lost its function. As for the contact station, it is estimated that it will not be used. Can we How about doing something interesting here?"
Geng Sicheng joked: "You haven't read many books, but you can still write articles?"
He and Zhu Hongmei were junior high school classmates. They were exposed to new ideas in school. Under the leadership of Geng Wenzhi, they participated in the revolution together, secretly joined the Communist Party, and worked underground in Suzhou.
Although they are young, they both have rich experience in underground work.
"Humph, you are looking down on people. I just want to confirm that there is no problem with the contact station."
"Hongmei, tell me what you think."
Zhu Hongmei said: "First transfer the people at the liaison station. No matter whether they are exposed or not, go to the base to rest for a while. Then send new comrades to the liaison station. At the same time, please ask the superiors to provide us with more intelligence. If there is any The Secret Service’s intelligence couldn’t be better.”
