"However, this behavior is still too risky." Cheng Qianfan said to Song Fuguo, "Old sir, you must not take risks again in the future."
"Actually, I didn't have any doubts about them." Song Fuguo said, "It's just that after this incident happened and I analyzed it carefully, my suspicions increased."
He also knew that Cheng Qianfan cared about him, so he smiled and said, "You are right, I will pay attention to it in the future."
"Is it safe to speak here?" Song Fuguo suddenly asked.
"Mr. Song, you can rest assured that this Zen room is one of the secret safe houses of our Special Situation Department. You don't have to worry about anyone eavesdropping," Cheng Qianfan said.
Song Fuguo nodded with relief,
…
Suddenly, Song Fuguo's face turned solemn, "Lieutenant Colonel Cheng Qianfan!"
"My subordinate is here!" Cheng Qianfan stood at attention respectfully and saluted.
Song Fuguo glanced at Cheng Qianfan, and then continued, "Jun Order."
With a snap, Cheng Qianfan stood at attention and took a breath.
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Cheng Qianfan of the National Revolutionary Army. He delivered strategic intelligence during the major victory of the Changsha Battle in the 28th year of the Republic of China. His contribution is extremely great and he is specially commended." Song Fuguo said.
He paused, glanced at Cheng Qianfan, and continued, "Lieutenant Colonel Cheng Qianfan."
"My subordinate is here."
"Honorary order." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "The National Government will award Lieutenant Colonel Cheng Qianfan of the National Revolutionary Army, who has the merits specified in Article 4 of the Army, Navy and Air Force Honors Regulations, a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal."
"Lieutenant Colonel Xicheng Qianfan, keep up your efforts, cooperate sincerely, and serve the party and the country with fearlessness, bravery, and loyalty!"
"National Government Military Commission, Chairman, Chang Kaishen."
"This order!"
"Don't be afraid of sacrifice, endure hardships, be loyal to the leader, and loyal to the party and the country!" Cheng Qianfan saluted and said loudly with a serious expression.
…
Song Fuguo put away the serious expression on his face and said with a smile, "Because you are in an occupied area and surrounded by enemies, I will verbally convey the commendation and order this time."
"Boss Dai will keep your medals and certificates for you." He patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder, "After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, we will hold a grand ceremony to enjoy the applause and honor that should belong to you."
"The committee favors me, Boss Dai loves me, and my senior officer cultivates me." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression. He sighed and said with emotion, "My subordinates are also looking forward to that day coming soon."
He said to Song Fuguo, "Mr. Song, you don't know that the first time I wore the uniform of a senior officer of our army was when I went on stage to receive the medal and sword from Wang Qianhai."
"What's going on?" Song Fuguo asked in surprise.
Cheng Qianfan honored himself as an outstanding trainee of the Central Army Officer Training Corps from Wang Chuhai, and went on stage to receive the medal from Wang Chuhai. He told Song Fuguo about the sword ribbon.
"In Chu Mingyu's office, when I saw the officer's uniform for the first time, I was shocked." Cheng Qianfan sneered and said, "Wang can be said to have completely copied the military uniform of my Central Army, except for the collar badge and
There are just some differences between hat stars."
As he spoke, he shook his head and said with a smile, "I have long been looking forward to one day wearing the uniform of our National Revolutionary Army and returning to the Nanjing Military Academy, but I never expected..."
"There will come a day." Song Fuguo said, and then he asked with a serious expression, "Can you tell Boss Dai about this?"
"Mr. Song is very thoughtful. How could I make such a mistake?" Cheng Qianfan nodded and said with a smile, "Afterwards, I reported it to Boss Dai and asked him to speak to the principal and obey the authority in urgent matters so that he would not be angry.
.”
"That's very good, very good." Song Fuguo nodded.
While he breathed a sigh of relief, he was filled with emotion, but he was worried in vain. Cheng Qianfan is the grandson of the party and state elders. After the martyr, he is a junior member of Boss Dai's small rural party. I heard that he is also popular with the chairman of the committee.
Appreciation can be said to be 'Jane is in the Emperor's heart'. Speaking of which, Cheng Qianfan's background is even richer than that of an old officer like him.
…
He looked at Cheng Qianfan and said jokingly, "Right now, standing in front of me is a party-state elite who holds the Medal of the Blue Sky and the White Sun and the third-class Medal of the Baoding. I am truly lucky."
"Old gentleman, you are wrong." Cheng Qianfan shook his head gently, "I also have a second-class Yunhui Medal."
Song Fuguo was shocked for a moment, then smiled, "It's just that I'm old and blind."
He once returned to Chongqing to report on his work, and Dai Chunfeng invited him to dinner.
As Cheng Qianfan joined the Lixing Society's Secret Service, it was inevitable for the two of them to mention Cheng Qianfan.
I learned from Boss Dai that he once went to Shanghai alone and awarded Cheng Qianfan the third-class Baoding Medal.
As for the 'Second Class Yunhui Medal' that Cheng Qianfan mentioned, Song Fuguo did not know about it before.
However, Song Fuguo was very happy. The more medals Cheng Qianfan received, the greater his contribution. As the person who introduced Cheng Qianfan into the military command, he felt a greater sense of accomplishment and pride in his heart.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at Song Fuguo. His second-class Yunhui Medal was awarded to him by Qi Wu himself. At that time, he also snatched Sheng Shuyu's military uniform to wear, but Song Fuguo knew nothing about it.
, this shows that the relationship between Chief Song and Director Qi can only be said to be average.
This is normal. Director Qi’s relationship with many people is ‘normal’.
"Okay, Yunhui Medal, okay." Song Fuguo patted Cheng Qianfan's shoulder again, his eyes flashing with excitement.
Cheng Qianfan didn't say anything. He knew why Song Fuguo felt deeply about the Yunhui Medal. Boss Xiaotao also had a Yunhui Medal:
Second Lieutenant Lu Weiran of the National Revolutionary Army, who fought against traitors in Qingdao in the 25th year of the Republic of China, died heroically for his country, and was awarded the fourth-class Yunhui Medal.
…
"Boss Dai asked me to come to Shanghai this time. One of the tasks is to read out the awards for you. This task has been completed." Song Fuguo said, "The other task is still long and arduous."
Cheng Qianfan knew what the other job Song Fuguo was talking about.
Boss Dai handed over the task of uncovering the 'Ring Ruler' to Song Fuguo, or to be precise, to Song Fuguo and him. However, Song Fuguo received an order with strict instructions, and on his side,
Mainly to assist Song Fuguo, there is actually no mandatory order that must be fulfilled.
"As I just said, the 'Jie Ruler' has been hidden for many years and is very deep. Unless this person actively makes mistakes, it will be very difficult for us to find this person." Cheng Qianfan thought.
He handed a cigarette to Song Fuguo, "And this person is very cunning and cautious. It will be difficult for him to make mistakes on his own initiative, unless..."
"Unless what?" Song Fuguo took the cigarette, glanced at it, and smiled. He knew that when Cheng Qianfan was an inspector, he usually liked to smoke three forts. Later, when he became an inspector, he stopped smoking three forts. He liked it.
Smoking Marlboro, Hardman, and now the cigarettes Cheng Qianfan handed over were actually thin Fairy brand cigarettes.
"This smoke is actually pretty good." Cheng Qianfan smiled and said, "It's no worse than the Third Fortress."
Song Fuguo smiled and said, "Then I want to have a taste of it."
Cheng Qianfan knew that he liked to smoke Sanbaotai, but because of the safety of the joint and just in case, in order to confuse the enemy, he deliberately chose women's cigarettes.
Song Fuguo lit a match, lit the cigarette, and took a puff.
"Go on." Song Fuguo blew out the smoke and said, "Unless what?"
"Unless there is important information that would tempt this 'ruler' to take action," Cheng Qianfan thought, "Moreover, this information must be special and help us identify and target suspects in a timely manner."
Then, he saw a smile on Song Fuguo's face.
…
Cheng Qianfan instantly understood Song Fuguo's thoughts.
He shook his head decisively, "Absolutely not!"
"I didn't say anything, why can't I do it?" Song Fuguo said.
"I don't understand you yet, sir?" Cheng Qianfan frowned and said, "Let me make my attitude clear first. If you are thinking of using yourself as bait, I advise you to give up this idea. I will not agree to it."
"Don't forget, Boss Dai is the one who takes the lead in telegraphing this matter. Your task is to cooperate with me." Song Fuguo said with a smile.
"My old officer," Cheng Qianfan said anxiously, "The news leaked out in Nanjing and you almost had an accident at the dock. It hasn't been stable for two days, and you are doing this again."
"Nanjing has lured four suspicious people." Song Fuguo flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said, "It's impossible for Hangzhou to favor one person over another."
As for the hiding place of the 'Jie Ruler', Song Fuguo highly suspected two places, one was Nanjing Station and the other was Hangzhou Station.
Now there is an initial suspect in Nanjing, but Cheng Qianfan is more inclined to believe that among the four people, there is no 'ruler'.
In this case, it is more likely that the 'Jie Ruler' is over there in Hangzhou.
"Sir Song!" Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression, "I disagree."
"This is an order." Song Fuguo said solemnly.
Cheng Qianfan opened his mouth and was about to say something. Seeing Song Fuguo's determined look, he sighed, "I can accept the order, but the action plan must be carefully negotiated between the two of us. If I think the plan is too dangerous,
, I will refuse to execute it.”
He looked at Song Fuguo and said, "I will call Boss Dai for details."
"You brat, you've learned how to complain." Song Fuguo glared at Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan stared back unceremoniously.
Song Fuguo's heart softened, and there was a warm current of emotion in his chest.
"Okay." Song Fuguo nodded helplessly.
Hearing this, Cheng Qianfan was overjoyed, "That's right. Listen to others' advice and eat enough."
"Monkey, beg for a beating." Song Fuguo then lightly hit Cheng Qianfan.
…
Qingdao.
Yipin Liu Dumpling House.
Guan Qide is eating dumplings.
He first asked for a plate from the shopkeeper, then took out most of the dumplings from his dumpling bowl and placed them on the plate to cool.
Then, Guan Qide launched an attack on the few remaining dumplings.
He is not the kind of person who eats in big mouths. Even though his stomach is growling, he still eats in small mouthfuls.
The burly man ate a small amount of dumplings and sighed with satisfaction.
It was at this time that a diner next to him caught his attention. To be precise, it made him salivate.
This diner finished eating the dumplings, then opened the sesame sesame cakes wrapped in newspaper, ate the sesame cakes, and then took a mouthful of the hot dumpling soup. The taste was so delicious.
Soon, the man finished the piece of sesame seed cake, picked up the big bowl, poured the dumpling soup into his stomach, wiped his mouth, and let out a satisfied sigh.
Guan Qide kept his eyes fixed on this person. Seeing that this person was still sitting there after eating and drinking, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
…
"What are you looking at me for?" the Sesame Shaobing diner noticed Guan Qide's gaze and couldn't help but frown and asked.
"Brother." Guan Qide laughed along with him, "Your newspaper is useless, can you give it to me?"
"For you?" The sesame seed cake eater looked Guan Qide up and down, "Are you literate?"
"No, no, no." Guan Qide quickly waved his hand and pointed to the neatly arranged dumplings on his plate. "The kids at home have been thinking about eating dumplings for a long time. I wanted to put them in my pocket."
As he said this, he pointed to his shabby clothes that were stained with mud even though they were still clean, and he said embarrassedly.
"You want to make dumplings with newspapers?" The man with sesame sesame cakes understood.
Guan Qide nodded quickly, "Eh, eh, eh."
"Here you go." The man with sesame sesame biscuits happily handed over the old newspaper wrapping the sesame biscuits.
Guan Qide hurriedly took it. When the palms of the two people touched, a piece of paper was quickly placed in Guan Qide's palm.
…
Guan Qide got the newspaper and sat down happily. Just before his butt touched the stool, the table happened to cover his pocket. Guan Qide put the note into his pocket without leaving any trace.
Then, he happily looked at the newspaper he had asked for. Seeing that there were still some sesame seeds left on the newspaper, Guan Qide's face showed a happy look. He dipped his fingers in saliva, dipped some sesame seeds and put them in his mouth.
There was a look of satisfaction on his face.
Afterwards, Guan Qide finished the dumpling soup in several mouthfuls. He wrapped the cooled dumplings on the plate in old newspapers and put them in another pocket.
When the diners at the dumpling restaurant heard this man leaving, still saying that he had made a profit today and had sesame dumplings, they all shook their heads and smiled.
…
About two miles away from Yipin Liu Dumpling Restaurant, Guan Qide observed the surroundings vigilantly, and then he took out the note from his pocket and read it.
Guan Qide was shocked.
Comrade Liao Hua was secretly escorted from Qingdao to Shanghai by the enemy!
Thanks to the comrades of the Jiaodong Working Committee of the Shandong Branch who obtained this secret information, otherwise, they would have been kept in the dark and thought that Comrade Liao Hua was imprisoned by the enemy in the Qingdao Gendarmerie and were still trying to find ways to rescue him.
He carefully folded the note and put it back in his pocket.
Guan Qide's stomach growled again.
He has a big appetite, and those few dumplings are not enough to fill his teeth.
He put his hand into another pocket, took out the newspaper, opened it, pinched a dumpling and put it into his mouth. He swallowed it without chewing much.
Guan Qide chuckled. He did not eat anymore, but wrapped the dumplings again and put them back in his pocket.
Heidan, Ermi, those boys, and the girl would jump for joy when they saw these dumplings.
These children are the children of martyrs from the Sixty-fifth Regiment of the Fifth Detachment of the Shandong Column of the Eighth Route Army. Their parents died on the battlefield fighting the Japanese invaders. The organization arranged for these martyrs' orphans to go to the city as relatives' children.
Leave it to the care of the gay family members of Yizhong Cigarette Factory.
…
Turn right ahead and you'll find Tieqiao's home not far away.
Iron Bridge is his traffic officer.
This information must be delivered immediately by iron bridge to Comrade Zhu Minxi. Comrade Zhu Minxi fell seriously ill and was fired from the capital of the cigarette factory. He is now recuperating in the countryside.
We have already seen the front door of Tieqiao's house.
Guan Qide rubbed his hands, and he was about to stride forward and knock on the door, but he suddenly stopped.
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