French Concession, a courtyard outside the eastern suburbs.
In the main hall, beside the dim oil lamp, the eyes of several young people were flashing with eager bright light.
"The rails, stations, bridges, culverts, water towers along Zhengtai Road were all destroyed, and important enemy and puppet strongholds along the route, such as Niangziguan, Yangquan, Dingxian, Gaobeidian, etc., were all conquered."
"Tongpu, Pinghan, Deshi, Beining and other railways were cut off, and several major highways were also destroyed, causing the enemy's major traffic in North China to be paralyzed." Cao Zhibin excitedly read the handwritten information in his hand.
"On September 6, our 129th Division ambushed the enemy in the Shuangfeng area northwest of Yushe, surrounded the Yongye Brigade of the 36th Division, and basically annihilated it."
"On the same day, our Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region troops were north of Yuxian, surrounded more than 200 enemies advancing south from Shangshe, annihilated most of their troops, and only more than 40 people fled back to Yuxian."
"When my 120th Division troops conquered Kangjiahui, an important stronghold on the Jingle Highway in Xin County, all 50 defenders were wiped out." Han Lin snatched the paper from Cao Zhibin's hand and read excitedly.
"That's great." Several young people applauded happily, "This continuous battle has exerted the momentum of my anti-Japanese military and civilians, and greatly hit the arrogance of the Japanese invaders."
"Sound down." Han Lin pressed his hands and reminded several comrades.
He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, "It's getting late, write slogans quickly and post them while the night is falling."
"It's right, we must announce this victory to the Shanghai citizens as soon as possible." Cao Zhibin said happily.
...
In the early morning, the night is still deep.
The noisy Xiafei Road is already quiet at this time.
Han Lin was holding a paste bucket in his hand, skillfully and quickly brushing a handful of the wall, then took out the slogan from the cloth bag and quickly pasted it.
After a busy night, he posted the last slogan. He looked at the slogan on the wall, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a look of joy and pride on his face.
These slogans that tell me the good news of the anti-Japanese war are the daggers that stabbed the Japanese invaders, and are the clarion call to inspire the people of the occupied areas!
Meng Fanyu hid in the dark. He had long studied that Xiafei District, as one of the most prosperous streets in the French Concession, would never let the Red Party post slogans here.
These days he has been waiting in secret, and has not gained anything for many days. He thought his plan was lost, but he did not expect that the emperor would pay his respects and finally let him wait.
He quietly followed the young man who posted the slogans and saw this man enter a Shikumen house in the central district and secretly recorded the door number.
...
That morning, Meng Fanyu came here again and asked in secret.
The family's surname is Han. The owner of the family works as an accountant in the vegetable market. He has three children. The eldest daughter is in her twenties and is already married. The youngest daughter is only over 10 years old. There is also a son who is now 23 or 24 years old.
At this moment, the door opened and a young man came out of the house.
Meng Fanyu immediately recognized this person as the young man who posted the Red Party anti-Japanese slogan at night, and was also the only son of this family, Han Lin.
Meng Fanyu was overjoyed. He did not choose to follow Han Lin, but left quietly.
When he returned to the apartment, Qiao Xiaohui was already out and thought she was going out to play cards again.
Meng Fanyu sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and thought carefully.
After discovering the traces of the Red Party, he was hesitating whether to report to Sakura Umezuzu or to use this as an opportunity to get involved with Cheng Qianfan.
After thinking for a while, Meng Fanyu pushed the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and he had already made a decision in his heart.
The Japanese are not trustworthy!
Although the Japanese's big pie was painted big and round, he could see clearly that the Japanese were trying to squeeze out the last trace of his surplus value, and hoped that the Japanese would keep their promises and give him some money and send him to Citiland.
If you think about retirement, you will feel that the possibility is extremely low.
On the contrary, the 'Xiao Cheng', he valued not only Cheng Qianfan's power and power in the French Concession, but most importantly, this person's business is big, and Jiujiu Trading has frequent business dealings with overseas business. If he had to do it with Cheng Qianfan
If you have a good relationship, you may not be able to fulfill your wish to escape abroad and enjoy the rest of your life.
Making up his mind, Meng Fanyu did not hesitate anymore. He went to wash himself, changed into a straight suit, thought about it, took some money, and left in a hurry.
...
"Brother Fan, someone asks for a visit." Haozai entered the office and said to Brother Fan.
"Who?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
He was in a very good mood. The latest war situation in the north had already been reported. Our Eighth Route Army and the Japanese army were severely injured. Cheng Qianfan's mood was as comfortable as drinking ice dew during the dog days of summer.
"It's the Meng Fanyu I met at Shi Department Store last time." Haozai said.
"Is it him?" Cheng Qianfan raised his eyebrows, "Have you checked that beautiful foreign company?"
"I checked it, it's just an empty shell." Haozai said, "I just registered at the Industrial Department."
Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly.
"Brother Fan, do you want to see me?" Haozai asked.
"Just say I don't have time now," Cheng Qianfan said, "Let him come again after lunch."
"clear."
After a moment, Haozi left and returned, "Brother Fan, Meng Fanyu said that he would hold a banquet at Chunfeng Deyi Building and invite Brother Fan's host at noon."
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"How many benefits have you collected?" Cheng Qianfan asked with a smile.
"Two hundred yuan." Haozai smiled, "This man is generous."
"Two hundred yuan?" Cheng Qianfan shook his head slightly, "It's enough to get the money."
"Will Brother Fan go at noon?" Haozai asked.
"Then see you." Cheng Qianfan said, "You go and arrange it."
"I understand." Haozai nodded. This person obviously has no clear origin. It is okay to see him, but he must do a good job in protecting Brother Fan.
...
The entrance of the Spring Breeze and Desire Building.
As soon as Cheng Qianfan got off the car, he saw Meng Fanyu who was waiting at the door.
"Mr. Cheng is here, I am lucky to have three lives." Meng Fanyu said with his fists.
Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly.
Meng Fanyu is diligent in leading the way.
However, Haozi took people to follow him, went upstairs, came to the door of the private room, rushed in, and carefully checked.
"Brother Fan, safe." Haozai nodded at Brother Fan and said.
Then Cheng Qianfan said lightly at Meng Fanyu, "There are many enemies, Mr. Meng, don't be surprised."
"If there is nowhere, Mr. Cheng has a noble status, so he naturally has to be careful of being a little slut. I have taken the initiative to invite you this time. It should be, it should be." Meng Fanyu said with a smile on his face.
After entering the private room, the other bodyguards stepped back. Meng Fanyu glanced at Haozai who was staying in the private room and wanted to invite him out, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't say this.
During this period, he has been inquiring about Cheng Qianfan's situation. He recognized that this person was Cheng Qianfan's confidant Zhong Guohao.
Cheng Qianfan was obviously very afraid of death, and he took the initiative to invite him, so it was reasonable to keep someone by his side.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the table full of wine and food, but ignored Meng Fanyu's attentiveness and did not move his chopsticks. He glanced at the other party, "Mr. Meng may as well say something."
"I am abrupt." Meng Fanyu smiled and said, "Mr. Cheng, I have discovered the thug and I will report it to Mr. Cheng."
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