"There is a hierarchy of learning, and there is a specialization of skills." Peng Yuou looked at the young comrade and sighed, "Comrade Cheng Qianfan, you taught me a good lesson."
Cheng Qianfan waved his hands repeatedly.
"You don't have to be humble." Peng Yu'ou said with a serious expression, "For me, such a report is just an ordinary report. It is difficult to take these things into consideration."
Peng Yuou is a senior leader of the Shanghai Red Party. His strengths lie in management, leadership, and organization of revolutionary work. For latent work, his policy is to be cautious and reasonable.
Normally, this is pretty good.
However, at this moment, listening to Cheng Qianfan's analysis of the matter, he deeply felt the power of Ace Agent's analysis of the problem.
At the same time, Peng Yuou realized that we have ace agents like Cheng Qianfan on our side, and the same goes for the enemy. This made him constantly remind himself to be more cautious and vigilant in his future work.
Moreover, Peng and Ou had to admit that although what Cheng Qianfan just said was just speculation, it was reasonable and well-founded.
He thought about it carefully and began to agree with Cheng Qianfan's thoughts:
Comrade Cao Yu's writing of this article is indeed problematic.
This is not to say that there is something wrong with Comrade Cao Yu, but at least the matter itself is questionable.
…
"Your analysis makes sense." Peng Yuou nodded, "I will keep this matter in mind and arrange for someone to investigate."
"It's best to conduct a side investigation." Cheng Qianfan said, "Besides, don't stop Comrade Cao Yu from criticizing the patrol room. Just pretend you didn't notice it."
"Do you still suspect that there is something wrong with Comrade Cao Yu?" Peng Yu'ou asked in a deep voice.
"Until this matter is investigated clearly, I will remain skeptical," Cheng Qianfan said.
The habit of doubting everything is almost engraved in his bones.
It can even be said that at present, except for Peng Yuou and Shao Ma, two comrades with whom he has direct contact, within the Shanghai Red Party, he will not easily trust other people unless the organization arranges for them to come into contact.
Peng Yuou glanced at Cheng Qianfan and said nothing more.
In his position, he not only has to screen and investigate within the organization, but he also has to maintain an attitude of trust in every comrade until the results are obtained.
However, Comrade Huo Miao is different.
It is precisely because of this skeptical attitude that the latent comrades on the inside can survive.
Cheng Qianfan raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Secretary Peng, it's getting late, I should go back."
"Wait a minute." Peng Yuou told Wu's mother to get some homemade oil fruits and ordered Cheng Qianfan to take them with her.
Cheng Qianfan stayed here for about twenty minutes, taking some things back with him, which could be used as evidence that Peng and Ou stayed with him to drink tea, and the two talked happily.
…
"I'm back." Cheng Qianfan returned to the teacher's home and handed the fruit to the maid Wu Ma.
"Why did you bring something back?" the teacher's wife asked curiously.
"Professor Peng was very enthusiastic and took me to drink tea. When he came back, he even brought some nuts." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "Where is the teacher?"
"It's in the study room, you go ahead." Mistress smiled and said, "Don't hinder us women from talking."
"Master's wife, you have a daughter-in-law and have forgotten your son." Cheng Qianfan said, and when He Xuelin was about to hit someone, she laughed and went upstairs.
"You're back?" Xiu Gongshen was practicing calligraphy at his desk and said without looking back.
"Well, it's my first time to meet a university professor. I thought Professor Peng would be an old master, but I didn't expect him to be a very talkative and interesting person." Cheng Qianfan came up and watched Xiu Gongshen practice calligraphy.
"Professor Peng is a great talent." Xiu Gongshen said, "It's just..."
"Just what?" Cheng Qianfan observed carefully and said, "The teacher's handwriting has become more refined. When I took it out and said it was written by Mr. Li Shutong himself, some people believed it."
"It's nothing. These professors and literati will always say some outrageous things." Xiu Gongshen said casually, "As long as you don't pass the line, it will be fine. The country still needs the blood of literati."
"Master Hongyi's calligraphy is not that high-spirited style. It is very quiet and comfortable. His calligraphy can be meditative." Xiu Gongshen put down his brush and glanced at Cheng Qianfan, "You can also do it when you are fine.
Practice.”
"Yes, teacher." Cheng Qianfan nodded and said.
Seeing Cheng Qianfan's insincere expression, Xiu Gongshen knocked his head angrily, "You are young and energetic, you must remember to take tranquility as a warning and discipline as a teacher."
"Yes Yes Yes."
…
April 5th, Qingming Festival.
Cheng Qianfan brought Bai Ruolan and Xiaobao to the cemetery to visit his parents' graves.
"Dad, Mom." Cheng Qianfan took his wife and Xiaobao and knelt down.
"Are you okay over there?"
"Is my sister naughty? She's going to look like a little girl soon."
Cheng Qianfan had a sore nose. His mother, Su Zhifu, was pregnant with Liujia when she died. His parents often said that he would have a younger sister. Cheng Qianfan also often dreamed that his parents brought a beautiful little girl and looked at him with a smile.
.
When I woke up, my pillow was wet with tears.
It's just a dream.
"Ruolan is a good girl, and her son is married now, so you can rest assured."
"Dad, Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of Qianfan on your behalf." Bai Ruolan kowtowed to Cheng Qianfan and said softly.
Xiaobao also quickly kowtowed and called "Mom and Dad".
During this year's Qingming Festival, Cheng Qianfan did not take Xiaobao to the mass grave to pay homage to Ms. Luo Huijuan.
His identity is now more hidden and important, and he needs to be extra careful in everything.
The baby is one year older and no longer cries and makes trouble looking for his parents.
However, Bai Ruolan told him that Xiaobao still secretly drew pictures. In the paintings, a man and a woman were smiling and holding a little girl in their hands.
He secretly looked at the painting. Xiaobao had forgotten the looks of Comrade Zhulin and Ms. Luo Huijuan. The painting showed the appearance of her parents in her imagination.
The next day, the Shanghai media enthusiastically reported on the front page that representatives from the national and red parties jointly paid homage to the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.
Just yesterday, Red Party representative Lin Gong, Kuomintang government representative Zhang Ji and people from all walks of life attended the ceremony to honor the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.
The two parties, which have been fighting for ten years, at the most critical moment for the Chinese nation, the descendants of Yan and Huang once again joined hands to worship the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.
This is also the first time after the Xi'an Incident that senior leaders of the two parties have made a public appearance together, sending a strong signal to the outside world.
…
More than a month later.
At the end of May in the 26th year of the Republic of China, Shanghai media reported an explosive news.
In order to further understand the situation of the Red Army, the Central Committee of the Kuomintang delegation visited northern Shaanxi.
The inspection team visited the Red Army garrison in Yanzhou, Guandong, and eastern Gansu, and was warmly welcomed by Comrade Xiang Wu, Ye Gong and other senior Red generals.
This was the first time after the 16th year of the Republic of China that important members of the Kuomintang entered the red armed base area in a peaceful manner.
Subsequently, the national and red parties started the Lushan talks.
The Shanghai Red Party also received a telegram from the central government and discussed with the Shanghai government the release of the "zheng-zhi prisoners" in custody.
June 1st.
Longhua Prison.
After the unremitting efforts of the Shanghai Red Party, five "zheng-zhi prisoners" in extremely poor physical condition were agreed to be released first.
The skinny Ge Cuimin walked out of the prison gate with the support of her comrades, holding a thin and small baby tightly in her hands.
"Siming, do you see it?" Ge Cuimin pointed to the clear sky, "That's the sun."
This was the first time in his life that Xie Siming, a young boy who was born in prison and grew up in a damp, dark, bloody prison, saw the sun.