"Sir, are you here to make connections to find people?" the rickshaw driver asked as he ran, tilting his head and wiping his sweat with a dirty towel tied to his shoulders.
"Hey, how did you see it?" Cheng Qianfan asked with a smile.
"It's not obvious." The rickshaw driver said with a smile, "Come out of that little red building..."
"Yes, yes." Cheng Qianfan laughed.
The Little Red Building as mentioned by the rickshaw driver is a small building at the back entrance of Laohuqiao Model Prison, which is usually used as a guest house.
Yes, Wang Quanhai and his party came to Nanjing in secret to hold secret talks with the Liang Hongzhi regime, the Nanjing reform government. However, Wang Quanhai, who had already been frightened by the repeated assassinations, was now a shadowy figure.
It was believed that the accommodation provided by Liang Hongzhi's party was unsafe.
In the end, Wang and his party chose the former National Government Model Prison in Laohuqiao as their secret stay.
The reason why we chose this place is because Laohuqiao Prison has always been heavily guarded. If you want to attack the prison from the outside, you must break through eleven lines of defense. This can be said to be impregnable.
Of course, there is another point, that is, no one would have thought that Mr. Wang would be committed to Laohuqiao Prison.
Before the government moved the capital to Chongqing, Nanjing had four major prisons, one of which was the Capital Model Prison located in Laohuqiao.
The other is the Capital Reflection Institute in Xiaozhuang.
There is also the Ninghai Detention Center at No. 19 Ninghai Road.
The other one is the Central Military Prison at Sanchahe outside Jiangdong Gate.
Among them, Laohuqiao Prison and the Central Military Prison are the most "famous". In addition to imprisoning ordinary criminals, the biggest role of these prisons is to detain prisoners Zheng Zhi, who are dissidents who oppose the rule of the Kuomintang.
Wang Chuanhai led others to temporarily live in Laohuqiao Prison. He even joked to himself, "Chang has always been cruel to dissidents. I'm afraid he has long thought of imprisoning Wang Chuan here. Now, Wang Chuan
He was thrown here to serve the Chinese nation, the Kuomintang, and the country. When Chu Mingyu and others heard this, they were moved to tears and bluntly said that China has Mr.
Thousand years of luck!
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"It's not easier to get people now than it was before," said the rickshaw driver.
"Well." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "It's difficult."
"After the Japanese came," the rickshaw driver lowered his voice, "the prison collects money better than before."
"Oh, it seems you have been working as a laborer around here for a long time." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
But the rickshaw driver shook his head, "I came to Nanjing last year. I used to pull rickshaws around here, but you couldn't see any of them."
After saying that, the rickshaw driver sighed heavily.
Cheng Qianfan suddenly fell silent. He understood what the rickshaw driver meant.
Then, he discovered that the rickshaw driver had taken a detour.
From the Model Prison to Yihe Road, the shortest way is to take the Dashiqiao, then turn right into Danfeng Lane, keep going, and go northwest at the intersection of Dongyu Temple and Anren Street, passing the Chinese Girls' School.
It's far to Yihe Road.
The rickshaw driver, on the other hand, passed the Dashiqiao, turned left into Danfeng Lane, and then turned right at the next intersection, passing the Ching Sutra Building and Huangnigang line.
Of course, this detour is not too far, and the passengers will not really quarrel even if they notice it. The rickshaw driver has grasped this degree very well.
The reason why Cheng Qianfan immediately noticed that the rickshaw driver had taken a detour was simple. He was very familiar with the roads nearby.
The route that the rickshaw driver took now was the one he often took before, because this route passed through the gate of the Central Army University.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the streets and buildings around him, which seemed familiar yet a little strange.
What was familiar were the streets, what was unfamiliar were the people coming and going, and he couldn't see a familiar face anymore.
Passing by the entrance of the Central Army University, a Japanese military plaster flag was hung at the gate, and Japanese military police stood guard at the door with a fierce look.
Cheng Qianfan showed admiration in his eyes, looking at the majestic Japanese sentry, but his heart was bleeding.
He once saw a photo in the archives of the Special Higher Education Department. It was a photo of the Japanese invasion of Huangpu Road two years ago. The vicious Japanese soldiers were driving tanks, carrying rifles on their shoulders, and holding sabers in their hands, showing off their power on the campus of Central Army University.
Take a group photo inside as a souvenir.
Passing by the entrance of Army University, perhaps because of the Japanese sentry, the rickshaw driver couldn't help but slow down and stoop even lower.
After leaving near the entrance of Army University, the rickshaw driver let out a deep breath.
"Why, are you afraid of the Japanese?" Cheng Qianfan suddenly smiled and asked.
"Afraid, don't you be afraid?" said the rickshaw driver, "I'm lucky today, but if I'm unlucky and encounter Japanese soldiers coming out, I have to bow."
"What will happen if you don't bow?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"The good ones will be kicked with their feet, and the unlucky ones will be hit on the head with the back of a knife." The rickshaw driver said, "That's how Lao Xu was beaten to death."
"Sir, it's not far ahead. Let me pull you two more steps to save you from getting tired." The rickshaw driver said quickly.
"Okay, that's it." Cheng Qianfan got out of the car and threw a banknote directly on the ground, "I'll reward you with more."
As he said that, his leather shoes happened to step on the banknotes, and then he walked away with a smile.
"Thank you, sir, thank you." The rickshaw driver hurriedly bent down to pick up the banknotes, without disdain at all, and he was grateful.
humiliation?
They were all soaked in bitter water, not to mention living in a precarious situation, with the whole family waiting to buy rice to cook wild vegetable porridge to satisfy their hunger. Nan Asheng wished to experience such humiliation every day.
Nan Asheng was so happy that he was rewarded by such a generous guest. He pulled the empty cart to the shade of a tree and wanted to take a breath when he saw two men in black shorts and sunglasses surrounding him.
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"You two gentlemen, we are eating from Mr. Jiao Liu, please be patient." Nan Asheng quickly clasped his fists and said in a low voice.
Mr. Jiao Liu is the leader of the rickshaw group here. Everyone gets a cut every month from Mr. Jiao Liu, who ensures everyone's safety.
"What's Jiao Fuliu? I don't know." A shorter man said, raising his coat as he spoke, revealing the short gun attached to his waist.
"Hey, boss, we can't see the truth." Nan Asheng gave himself a big mouth and said hurriedly, "Boss, if you have anything to say, you can give me orders."
"What did you say when you pulled that person just now?" Another man wearing a sun hat said, "Don't miss a word, say it all over again."
"Let's think about it." Nan Asheng said again and again, sweating profusely. He thought about it for a while, and then he said it while thinking and recalling.
The man in the sun hat saw that he was speaking intermittently, so he had to interrupt at any time to ask questions.
"Team leader, it doesn't sound like there's anything unusual." The short man said as they walked aside.
Tong Xueyong frowned slightly and looked at the uneasy rickshaw driver not far away.
Then he walked over and asked, "Is there a detour?"
"No! Absolutely not!" Nan Asheng swore pointing to the sky, "Nan Asheng is famous for his honesty."
"Fart!" The short man stepped up and kicked him, "You coward, how dare you say that there is no detour. From Laohuqiao to Yihe Road, you have to take Huangnigang?"
Nan Asheng was frightened.
"Don't be so rude." Tong Xueyong glared at the man who was rationing him in Nanjing. He walked over, bent down, squatted, handed a cigarette to the rickshaw driver, and placed the cigarette case with half a pack of cigarettes on it.
On the ground beside the coachman, "Don't be afraid, honestly, I'll give you this pack of cigarettes too."
As he said that, he pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist and put it on the other side. "If you are not honest again, I will reward you with a peanut."
"Hey, yeah, tell me, tell me, we took a detour, we took a detour." Nan Asheng said quickly.
"Did that person see that you were taking a detour?" Tong Xueyong asked.
"No way." Nan Asheng said in a daze, "If you find out, you can spare us."
Tong Xueyong nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay, you're quite honest." He patted the rickshaw driver on the shoulder, "Remember, you haven't seen us today."
"What, what are you talking about? I'm sorry, we accidentally fell asleep just now. Do you want to use the car, sir?" Nan Asheng said with a smile on his face.
"Smart." Tong Xueyong chuckled, stood up and patted his butt, "Ai Heng, let's go."
"Hey, team leader, you go first, I'll be right back," Ai Heng said.
Tong Xueyong ignored his men and left with his hands behind his back.
Here, Nan Asheng was about to get the half pack of Marlboros on the ground, when a leather shoe stepped hard on his hand.
"Ah!" Nan Asheng screamed, but he didn't dare to resist.
"You bastard, I call you dishonest!" Ai Heng stood up on tiptoes and kicked the driver to the ground. He bent down to pick up the half pack of cigarettes and spit on the driver's head.
He spat, "Like a dog!"
Then he took it directly from the coachman's waist pocket.
Nan Asheng, who had been silent just now, finally resisted. He knelt on the ground and howled, "Boss, boss, you can't, you can't, the six people in the family will starve to death if they wait for rice to be cooked."
"You bitch!" Ai Heng punched and kicked the rickshaw driver until he rolled on the ground. Then he accepted the driver's "filial piety" and walked aside to overturn the rickshaw before leaving.
Nan Asheng's face was ashen, and he sat slumped on the ground. His face was covered with blood. What he was thinking about now was not even his mother at home, his wife and children waiting to eat. What he was thinking about was whether he should give Master Jiao Liu a share of the money today.
I don’t know my whereabouts... Also, my car is broken down, I have no money to repair it, I need to borrow money, and I owe more money...
Oh my God.
The more Nan Asheng thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and finally he burst into tears.
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No. 39, Yihe Road.
Ideal car dealership.
"Is Manager Pang here?" Cheng Qianfan raised the door curtain and shouted.
"Who are you?" asked a young man who was repairing a Ford car with a wrench in his hand.
"I called two days ago. He's from Tianjin and is a friend of Manager Pang." Cheng Qianfan said.
"Mr. Gong from Tianjin?" the young man suddenly realized and asked.
"It's down there."
"Brother Pang, Mr. Gong from Tianjin is looking for you." The young man shouted towards the inside.
As the wind chimes on the facade inside rang, a man of medium height and well-built walked out, "Mr. Gong?"
"Manager Pang?" Cheng Qianfan glanced at Pang Yuanju.
"Please tell me inside the house."
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Pang Yuanju led Cheng Qianfan into the reception room. After telling his men not to disturb him, he closed the door and entered the inner room of the suite.
"Why did Mr. Gong come to the car dealership to find me?" Pang Yuanju said while pouring tea with the customer, "Didn't I agree that I'm still looking for the car you want. I'll let you know when the car arrives in two days.
You."
"What I want is Stypunk, and I don't like other cars." Cheng Qianfan said.
"This car is not easy to find." Pang Yuanju frowned, "Didn't I say it will take time."
"At worst, I'll pay the deposit in advance." Cheng Qianfan said, taking out a diary from his briefcase, taking out half a banknote from the diary, and placing it gently on the table.
"This deposit..." Pang Yuanju's eyes flashed. He said wait a moment, turned around and took out a file from the office drawer. He took out the other half of the banknote from the file, and gently pushed it on the table.
Half a banknote 'magically' merged into a complete banknote.
"Mr. Amber." Pang Yuanju's face showed an expression of relief, "I am a honey badger."
"'Honey Badger'?" Cheng Qianfan was surprised. He didn't expect the other party to have such a strange code name. However, he didn't say anything more and nodded, "I'll call you Manager Pang."
"Okay." Pang Yuanju nodded, and he immediately looked serious, "Mr. Gong, why did you come to the car dealership to meet me? Didn't I agree that I would ask you to come out to meet me in two days?"
He looked at Cheng Qianfan and said, "Mr. Gong, what you are doing is against the rules, and it is very likely to bring safety risks to my place."
"I called to rent a car and couldn't wait, so I came to the car dealer to urge me. This is normal." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said. Seeing Pang Yuanju's gloomy face about to speak, he quickly explained, "I have no choice but to
, Brother Pang, don’t be impatient, listen to me in detail.”
Pang Yuanju extended his invitation with his right hand, meaning you can tell me.
"I suspect that the phone call I made two days ago was monitored," Cheng Qianfan said.
"Has it been monitored?" Pang Yuanju's face changed, followed by a look of anger. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and said, "'Amber,' you exposed Xingzang, but you came to me!"
He was really angry.
Why did the commander send such an idiot to contact him? He was clearly being targeted by the enemy, but he actually came directly to this traffic stop to see him.
Pang Yuanju was so filled with hatred that he wanted to kill this stupid guy with a knife.
Buggy ducks down, which is simply stupid.
"Don't be nervous." Cheng Qianfan looked at the nervous and angry Pang Yuanju. He seemed to find it interesting and even laughed out loud. It was not until he saw that Pang Yuanju's anger seemed uncontrollable and was about to explode that he hurriedly
He explained, "I am now in a key department, and everyone will be under internal surveillance. This is normal operation, not under suspicion."
"Really?" Pang Yuanju asked.
"It's true." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "It's more real gold than gold."
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