Cheng Qianfan stood on the street, holding a black umbrella in his hand. It was approaching Qingming Festival, and the rain in Shanghai kept falling.
He likes rainy days for this kind of unknown appointment.
Rainy days will cover a lot of things, and you can also bring weapons reasonably.
This umbrella is an inconspicuous weapon.
His right hand drew a trace in the air and shouted "rickshaw".
A rickshaw stopped beside him. Cheng Qianfan put away his umbrella, got on the rickshaw, and said to the rickshaw driver, 'Maggie Road, Fugui Restaurant.'
The rainy day did not restrain people from going out. The streets were bustling and lively.
There was a charming woman wearing a beautiful cheongsam, sitting on a rickshaw, passing by him.
The woman did not use the tarpaulin tent of the car, but held up a small orange umbrella. There was a faint smell of perfume in the air, the fragrance of peony flowers.
Cheng Qianfan sniffed it greedily, as if he wanted to inhale the fragrance into his lungs and lock it tightly. There was a patch of peony planted behind his childhood house to remind him of his nostalgia.
…
Lighting a cigarette, Cheng Qianfan was thinking about the upcoming meeting.
He knew that once he nodded to join the Secret Service, his situation would be even more dangerous, and could even be described as perilous.
Lurking in the patrol house, even though he is also in the enemy camp, the patrol house is not a spy agency after all, and the colleagues around him are not the same as professional spies.
I can hide myself very well in the patrol room. If I were lurking in the secret service, facing these professional and ruthless spies, I might not be able to hide my identity for a long time.
Thinking of this, it was not that he was shrinking back, he was just reminding himself of the more cruel fighting environment he was about to face, and that he could not be careless in the slightest.
After receiving a call from Boss Tao, Cheng Qianfan felt nervous and even more excited.
After completing the task of rooting out the traitor Lao Mo, he felt empty in his heart.
Breaking into the secret service was an order given by Comrade Zhulin before he was arrested. I thought this task would end without any problem, but this time Boss Tao's invitation started the task again.
For Cheng Qianfan, who had lost contact with the organization, his whole heart was once again filled with fiery passion at this moment. This fervor dispelled the loneliness in his heart.
…
"Stop." The aroma of bread wafted in the air.
"Wait for me here, I'll buy something." Cheng Qianfan first handed the driver a one-yuan French currency, and the driver happily took it.
After a while, Cheng Qianfan returned with two portions of bread, one large and one small, wrapped in oil paper bags, "Let's go."
The Fugui Restaurant on Maggie Road has arrived.
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, held up a black umbrella, and handed over another one yuan of French currency, "No need to look for it."
The driver took the money and bowed happily.
"Sir, your bread," the coachman called, and a small portion of bread dropped into the carriage.
"I'll give it to you. Let's go back and give it to the child to try." Cheng Qianfan didn't look back, waved his hand, held an umbrella, opened the door, and walked into the restaurant.
"Thank you, thank you." The coachman thanked him profusely.
Gudong, the coachman swallowed and smiled happily.
He picked up the old towel hanging on his shoulders and carefully wrapped the bread. Such good bread was worth a lot of money. The baby had never eaten it before, so he must be very happy.
"Mom, happy birthday." Cheng Qianfan said in his heart.
Today is the birthday of his mother, Su Zhifu. In her memory, her father would personally cook a table of meals and a large bowl of noodles. Her mother would specially put the meals in enamel bowls and give them to the street children, she said.
That makes sense.
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From the window seat on the second floor, Boss Tao whispered to Song Fuguo, "Team leader, he's here."
He didn't understand why Song Fuguo suddenly appeared half an hour ago when he had no intention of taking action personally.
Cheng Qianfan went up to the second floor under the guidance of the waiter, and saw Boss Tao and a middle-aged man in a robe and mandarin waiting.
"Brother Cheng, Mr. Tao is a little disappointed." Boss Tao greeted him warmly with his hands clasped in fists.
"Qianfan is late. Brother Laotao has been waiting for a long time." Cheng Qianfan cupped his hands, "Who is this?"
"Inspector Cheng, I have long admired you." Song Fuguo stood up and clasped his fists, "I am Song Fuguo, Xiao Tao's cousin. Little Tao has been taken care of by Inspector Cheng. Song Fuguo is deeply grateful."
"It turns out to be Mr. Song." Cheng Qianfan clasped his fists and said with a hearty smile, "Brother Tao and I hit it off right away. Mr. Song was polite."
Boss Tao was a well-rounded man who was always good at talking. With him in the middle, the three of them chatted and laughed happily and quickly became familiar with each other.
…
The wine has passed three rounds, and the food has passed the five flavors.
Boss Tao mentioned that he imported a batch of goods from Hong Kong a few months ago, but the cargo ship was inspected and seized by the Japanese army. It can be said that he lost all his money.
Boss Tao sighed and cursed the Japanese for their despicable behavior.
"Okay, if the goods are gone, they are gone. It's okay if people are fine." Song Fuguo sighed and persuaded, "The national situation is difficult. The Japanese invaded our land and killed my compatriots. We and other people can only stay away and feel bad luck.
, what else can be done?”
"I just feel like a loser. I'm Chinese, but I've been bullied by a little Japanese." Boss Tao took a sip of wine.
Cheng Qianfan's heart moved, and he knew that the drama was coming.
"Inspector Cheng works in the patrol room and has a broad vision. Xiao Tao, you have great respect for me." Song Fuguo stood up and gave Cheng Qianfan a glass of wine. "Inspector Cheng, what do you think of the situation in Shanghai today?"
Cheng Qianfan politely took the jug and poured Song Fuguo a glass of wine before sitting down and saying, "After the 128th War, the national army withdrew in grief and anger. Shanghai, as the economic center of the national government, our own land, did not
It would be a great shame and humiliation to allow the garrison."
Boss Tao's expression changed and he was about to say something, but Song Fuguo stopped him with a hidden look.
"Yes, the great government is so useless." Song Fuguo sighed and said angrily.
"Mr. Song's words are wrong." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "Qianfan has no intention of complaining about the government. He is just angry that the Japanese invaders are ambitious. The country is in dire straits. Local forces have their own agendas and do not want to work together to overcome the difficulties. Only then can we
Give the Japanese an opportunity to take advantage of. If we, the Chinese people, are united as one, there will be no opportunity for the Japanese aggressors to show off their power."
"Inspector Cheng is referring to the Red Party?" Song Fuguo said with a slight smile.
"Hongfei?" Cheng Qianfan snorted, "If it weren't for the constant banditry and the national army being tied here, how could a large area of the country be lost?"
As he spoke, Cheng Qianfan drank a glass of wine and said with emotion, "The banditry is not clean, Zhang Hansheng is incompetent, and the dignified China was insulted by the Japanese pirates!"
Hearing this, Song Fuguo was overjoyed. He had long heard that this man had a bad attitude towards the Red Party members in the patrol room. This was indeed the case.
"Inspector Cheng, be careful." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "General Zhang is a senior general of our army. We always respect him. I also ask Inspector Cheng not to embarrass us."
"Highly respected?" Cheng Qianfan sneered, then showed hesitation, looked at the two people opposite, and his expression changed, "Mr. Song, you, you——."
As he spoke, he stood up, stared at the other party with his eyes, gritted his teeth and asked, "Mr. Song, who are you?"