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Chapter 317 Comrade Farmer (asking for monthly votes)

"Boss Zhou, please keep the second volume of that book for me." Peng and Ou stood at the door of Fenfa Bookstore and repeatedly told the bookstore owner Zhou Hongsu.

"Definitely, definitely." Zhou Hongsu arched his hands and said with a smile, "No matter what, I can't let you read the first volume and keep reading the second volume. That's not what humans do."

"It's good that you know." Peng Yuou sighed, "You don't know the pain of not seeing the follow-up after watching it halfway."

"Boss Zhou, remember this."

The professor of the Chinese Language Department of Fudan Public School shook his head and got into a rickshaw, not forgetting to stick his head out and give the bookstore owner a warning.

Peng and Ou have no classes in the afternoon.

Went straight home.

Shao's mother is not at home.

At this time, you should go to the dead mailbox at Huiya Bookstore on Honolulu Road to get information.

As agreed, we will collect information every morning and evening.

Maybe there is information, maybe there is no information.

However, Shao’s mother had to go and check twice a day.

This can ensure the timeliness of information in the absence of risky meetings.

Peng and Ou went upstairs to their study room and took out a box of treasured tea leaves from the cabinet.

He glanced at the tea can reluctantly, finally smiled, muttered that he was really a "stingy person", and then put the tea can into his bag.

Then he pulled out a wooden box from under the bed. There was one unopened cigarette inside, and another one that had been opened, leaving only five packs of cigarettes.

He directly put the unopened cigarette into the bag.

I picked up my bag and went downstairs.

I happened to see Shao’s mother coming home.

"Shao Ma, I'm going out for a night and won't have dinner at home." Peng Yuou said.

"Mr. Peng, information." Shao's mother took out a piece of paper and handed it to Peng and Ou.

Peng Yuou looked solemn and took the note.

"As soon as Cao Yufu was released, he was arrested by the Special Higher Education Section. He immediately committed treason and confessed completely. It is recommended that all party comrades and patriotic friends known to Cao Yu should evacuate Shanghai immediately. Urgent!"

After reading the words on the note, Peng and Ou suddenly understood.

It turns out that the disappearance of Cao Yu was not caused by the government, but that he was captured by the Japanese.

Now that we have it figured out, we have an explanation for the government.

The Red Party members did nothing wrong, but it was always troublesome to be bitten by the other party.

The urgent information from the ‘Flame’ was like timely rain, resolving Peng and Ou’s confusion and anxiety.



Peng and Ou arrived at No. 21 Duofuli, Foch Road, carrying pig head meat, bad edamame beans, a bottle of sorghum wine, tea leaves and a carton of cigarettes in their bag.

This is a new-style Shikumen residence with brick and wood structure facing south, with two floors and wing rooms at the bottom.

Knocked lightly on the door.

Soon, footsteps were heard, and someone asked softly, "Who?"

"Yixing's eldest cousin."

"Sir, you are mistaken. My husband has no relatives in Yixing."

"It's true, your husband is from Taizhou, and I used to be from Taizhou too."

With a creak, the door opened.

Peng and Ou walked in, nodded to the young comrade who had just spoken, and went straight upstairs.

In the study room upstairs, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was writing at his desk. When he heard a voice, he sniffed and said, "Little Ouyang, I'm just greedy. I haven't seen meat for a month. Why are you really buying a pig head?"

We’ve run out of meat, and our allowance isn’t enough.”

Peng and Ou smiled without saying a word, put the things on the chairs, and unscrewed the wine bottle directly.

He even fanned himself with his hand.

"Wine?" The middle-aged man sniffed his nose, his expression changed, he almost jumped up, and reprimanded, "I mean, little Ouyang, you really can't live your life with wine and meat? Let's drink the northwest wind next time!

"

Then he turned around and saw Peng Yuou looking at him with a smile.

"Ouch! Lao Peng!" The middle-aged man was stunned at first, then walked over directly. His right leg was hit by a chair, and he didn't care anymore. He came up and hugged Peng and Ou directly.

Then, the two looked at each other.

"Comrade Peng Yuou, you have lost a lot of weight!"

"Comrade 'Farmer', you are also a lot of shame."

The two laughed and hugged again!

"Why do I smell cigarette smoke?" Comrade 'Farmer' sniffed his nose.

"You, you, no wonder Chang Guangtou angrily scolded you, saying your nose is sharper than a dog!" Peng Yuou said with a smile.

As soon as he took out the carton of cigarettes from his bag, Comrade "Farmer" took it over, quickly tore open the package, took out a pack of cigarettes, opened the package, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out a match, and opened it.

I lit a match and took a deep breath.

Seeing the way Peng and Ou looked at him, the 'farmer' laughed, "I've been without food for two days!"

As he said that, he blew out a smoke ring and squinted his eyes comfortably, "You, Lao Peng Fufu, just brought a cigarette. In the northwest, teachers are not so generous."

"I'm not that generous." Peng Yuou said, "Comrade Huo Miao helped me."

Seeing the 'Farmer's' expression become serious, Peng Yuou smiled and explained, "Don't look at me like that. Of course I know the organizational disciplines. Lao Peng and I never took money from Comrade Huo Miao.

Second, I didn’t ask for anything. Of course, I only got two cigarettes in total. Comrade Huo Miao knew I was out of food and gave them to me on credit. I already paid back the price of one cigarette.”

Comrade "Farmer" picked up the cigarette, looked at the package, and confirmed that it was the most common Golden Brand cigarette on the market, and then nodded.

It’s not that he is unkind, it’s not a big deal to give two cigarettes to comrades with good living conditions.

However, when it comes to Comrade Huo Miao, this is no small matter.

If any item from Comrade Huo Miao appears in Peng Yuou's hands, he must be extra vigilant and avoid items that are directional and should not appear in Peng Yuou's hands.

"How is that little guy doing now?" Comrade 'Farmer' asked.

"Hey, talking about that kid." Peng and Ou ate a small piece of pig head meat, "He's so majestic."

He took a sip of wine and said, "In Shanghai, especially in the French Concession, everyone knows about Inspector Xiao Cheng."

As he said that, he pointed at comrade 'farmer' and said, "As an old farmer, if you encounter trouble in the French Concession, if you call Inspector Xiao Cheng's name, you will be given three cents of face."

Comrade "Farmer" laughed heartily when he heard this. After laughing, he sighed and said, "This kid has suffered a lot."

Peng Yuou was also silent. He was naturally very aware of how complex and cruel the environment Cheng Qianfan was in, and how great the pressure was on this young man. It could even be said that Huo Miao had to keep his eyes open even when sleeping!

The two of them were smoking cigarettes, eating a plate of pork head, a pile of bad edamame beans, and drinking wine.

Drinking and chatting.

Chatting and drinking.

His smoking hands were shaking and his eyes were red.

Many names that appeared in the chat between the two, so many familiar names, are no longer there... Their blood dyed the earth red!



Hongkou District belongs to the British and American Public Settlement, but many people have become accustomed to calling Hongkou District the Japanese Settlement.

In the second year of Tongzhi in the former Qing Dynasty, the British and American concessions merged to form the so-called public concession.

In the 25th year of Guangxu's reign, the public concession further expanded its territory.

At this stage, Japan's power was actually expanding rapidly.

They have been coveting Chinese territory since the Sino-Japanese War. They have been deliberately and unscrupulously expanding their sphere of influence in China, and have their own concessions in other cities in China. Naturally, it is impossible not to be tempted by Shanghai. They also want to expand their territory in China.

Establish a real concession in Shanghai.

However, in the end they were unable to obtain an officially recognized concession permit in Shanghai.

Of course, this is not because the former Qing Dynasty dared to reject Japan's coercion. The reason is that when the British and American public concessions expanded in the 25th year of Guangxu's reign, the Qing government made an agreement with the great powers: in addition to the French Concession in Shanghai, which has long been a fait accompli, all countries in the future will join the public concessions.

, there will no longer be an exclusive concession.

This is naturally a countermeasure adopted by the old imperialists to protect their own vested interests and restrict latecomers from grabbing the "cake".

The old imperialists, led by Britain, opposed Japan's establishment of a Japanese concession in Shanghai.

The Japanese knew that their strength at this time was not enough to compete with the old imperialism, so they could only endure it.

Since everyone has a share in the public concession, Japan has turned to its plan to establish its own sphere of influence within the public concession (Hongkou).

In the 26th year of Guangxu's reign (1900), there were only about 800 Japanese in Shanghai.

Now, there are nearly 80,000 Japanese in the entire public settlement.

The Japanese not only opened stores and factories in Hongkou, set up schools, hospitals, built theaters, shrines, and organized Japanese clubs, but also built barracks, built military playgrounds, stationed troops, established Marine Corps headquarters, and even set up sentries and armed patrols at will.

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It can be said that once the Second Battle of Songhu breaks out, Hongkou District will be a fatal nail placed by the Japanese army in the hinterland of Shanghai!

Deesway Road.

A black Nissan car was parked on the side of the road.

In the back seat, Cheng Qianfan sat quietly, playing with a Weber Lescoto revolver in his hand.

On his lap lay a Chicago typewriter quietly.

At his feet lay a special violin case.

If there is an interrogation, this Chicago typewriter can be disassembled and put into a violin case in an instant.

"Have the license plates been changed?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"I changed it. I changed it when I went out." Li Hao said from the driver's seat.

"Is the oil filled?" Cheng Qianfan asked again.

"It's full." Li Hao said. He turned around and said to Cheng Qianfan with a wry smile, "Brother Fan, I'm not a novice anymore."

But he saw that before Brother Fan got into the car, he walked around the car, read the license plate, and checked the fuel tank and tires.

Now let me ask you a special question again.

"I hope you can be as cautious as a novice, going through all the details in your mind before every action." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression, "Haozi, remember what I said."

"I understand." Li Hao nodded.

Cheng Qianfan gently lifted the car curtain and looked outside.

This is one of the busiest streets in Hongkou District, known as "Dongyang Street".

Japanese shops can be seen everywhere on the whole street, including Japanese restaurants, raw fish shops, snack shops, clog shops, silk and satin shops, kimono shops... It is colorful and has a strong Eastern sentiment.

Cheng Qianfan's expression was gloomy. The name "Dongyang Street" made him feel angry and hugely ashamed.

Just like the names of the Pétain District, Joffre District, Trasteve Road, Lafite Road, etc. in the French Concession, this is the shame imposed on the Chinese by imperialism. No, to be precise, it is the empire.

Isism is branded on the land of China, a mark of shame on the Chinese people!

He and his comrades threw their heads, spilled their blood, and joined the red wave in order to wash away these marks of shame and establish a country that belongs to the people. There will no longer be these foreign names that represent shame, let alone those like

The so-called Japanese-style street called 'Dongyang Street' on Dee Siwei Road!

"Brother Fan, why didn't you tell the little Taoist priest that we would cut off his rear at Disiwei Road?" Li Hao asked.

"The enemy is very powerful. We must grow quickly. In the process of growth, bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable." Cheng Qianfan said, "I hope everyone can grow quickly!"

As he said that, Cheng Qianfan looked at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was still a quarter of an hour before Zhuo Yun's action started.

The situation of the target of this trip, 'Qingtian Dress', appeared in his mind.

This is a Japanese dress shop. The owner, Kazuo Aota, is a Japanese with a very good temper. The craftsmanship of the dress shop is quite good and he is quite famous.

Kazuo Aoda is very polite to everyone.

He would be very kind to the Chinese beggars passing by the door and offer them a bowl of rice.

Liu Mingfei, the president of Wenyoushe, once wrote an article: Mr. Kazuo Aota, whose soul is shining, hereby praises the kindness of the Japanese and cheers for the Japanese.

Kazuo Qingtian's wife, Mrs. Qingtian, was also very kind. She would give old clothes at home to poor Chinese neighbors, and would take the initiative to give leftover food to beggars. The patient once ate their leftover rice balls.

Even the Chinese who hate the Japanese very much will give a thumbs up when they mention Kazuo Aoda and his wife and their dress shop.

About ten minutes passed.

"Let's go, drive five hundred meters forward." Cheng Qianfan said.

Li Hao started the car, drove forward about five hundred meters, and stopped on the side of the road again.

Cheng Qianfan slightly lifted the car curtain and saw the signboard of 'Qingtian Suit'. At the door of the store, he could see Kazuo Qingtian in a suit and leather shoes, holding a tape measure in his hand, and his beautiful wife wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The man of the house smiled and talked to his wife, then put down the measuring tape, lowered his head and recorded in the notebook.

At this time, a customer came out of the store. Kazuo Aoda quickly put down the pen and paper in his hand and bowed enthusiastically to see him off.

Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

I'm afraid no one knows that this Japanese shopkeeper that everyone praises is actually a ruthless executioner with Chinese blood on his hands.

Kazuo Qingtian, senior torture agent of Shanghai Special High School Division.

Cheng Qianfan accidentally learned the identity of this person from Sanbonjiro half a year ago, but in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he never touched Kazuo Aota.

Today, Zhuo Yun led the second operation team to launch an operation in Cherry Lane near Di Siwei Road.

Cheng Qianfan decided to provide support here.

Kazuo Qingtian and his dress shop are now props in Cheng Qianfan's hands. If necessary, he will decisively destroy this prop.


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