Chapter 438 Guanhe (please subscribe and ask for monthly tickets)
He Guan wanted to criticize his mother for being too narrow-minded and selfish, and that the country was in trouble, and every man was responsible. However, when he looked at his crying mother, he couldn't speak in his throat.
Huang Xiaolan stood at the kitchen door holding a bowl of chicken soup, taking all this in her eyes.
The little girl was a little helpless. She knew that in terms of theory, He Guan was right and she should support her. However, He Guan was covered in scars and looked like he was in danger. He was so worried and reluctant to let him go.
Looking at the crying mother, He Guan was at a loss. When he looked up, he saw Huang Xiaolan's worried eyes again, or he looked at him and squeezed out a smile.
"Master, I'm suffering when I'm alive. It's better to go find you guys and you guys to avoid being angry to death by this." Mrs. He cried.
"Okay, OK, Mom, I'll listen to you and won't go back to the army." He Guan said impatiently.
"Really?" Mrs. He immediately wiped her tears and asked.
"Really." He Guan said angrily.
On this side, Huang Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, brought the chicken soup and handed it to Mrs. He.
After feeding my son to drink soup, Mrs. He left happily.
"A Guan, you really won't go back to the army?" Huang Xiaolan asked in a low voice.
"I won't go back." He Guan looked at the sunlight outside the window and sighed.
In the entire Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps, nearly 70% of the officers and soldiers were killed. Everyone in the remaining ones were lucky. Most of the wounded soldiers were difficult to survive. He was extremely lucky to be arranged to cross the river for treatment.
The troops are gone, and he can't go back yet if he wants to.
"Xiaolan, please help me if you have something to do." He Guan looked at Huang Xiaolan seriously with his expression.
"What's the matter, you tell me." Huang Xiaolan asked.
"I have a very good comrade in the country who died for his country. He asked me to take care of his family." He Guan said, "I only know that his family is in Shanghai and don't know the specific address. You go to the newspaper office to buy a search advertisement."
"Okay, Aguan, I'll write it down." Huang Xiaolan nodded and went back to find paper and pen.
"My cousin Guan He searched for Zhen Shimin, a cloth merchant in Wangpiwo, Nanshi City, Shanghai. After parting in Nanjing, I miss you very much. I am safe. I hope my brother will come to meet you!" He Guan looked at Huang Xiaolan's writing and corrected, "Guanhe, the river of the river, Zhen Shimin, Li Shimin's citizen, Zhen Baoyu's dream of the Red Chamber, yes."
After Huang Xiaolan finished writing, she looked at He Guan in surprise, "Why is it not He Guan, it is Guanhe?"
"My comrade-in-arms who died in the country is called Guanhe." He Guan said, "If I say He Guan, others don't know who I am."
"He Guan, Guan He, such a coincidence?" Huang Xiaolan muttered.
"It's just a coincidence." He Guan said with a silly smile, "Otherwise, how can we become good friends? It's all fate."
"Okay. I know, so I'll go to the newspaper in the afternoon." Huang Xiaolan said.
"Remember to go to the Shenbao Hall. This Zhen Shimin likes to read Shenbao." He Guan said. Seeing Huang Xiaolan's surprised expression, he hurriedly said, "It was Guan He who told me."
"I know." Huang Xiaolan nodded, but she was still confused in her heart, but she did not show it on her face.
She had a vague guess in her heart that Zhen Shimin might be Aguan’s chief, and it seemed that Aguan would still have to return to the army.
Thinking of this, Huang Xiaolan was both proud and a little sad.
...
Two days later.
Honolulu Road.
Wang Jun, dressed as a teacher, had a stack of books in his arms, observed the surroundings vigilantly, and knocked on Peng and Ou's door.
Ma Shao opened the door and saw Wang Jun.
The two nodded and greeted each other. Wang Jun quickly entered the door. Shao Ma looked outside vigilantly and closed the door.
Peng and Ou were having breakfast, and when he saw Wang Jun coming, his face changed.
"What happened?" Peng and Ou asked.
Today is not a day for a joint meeting. Wang Jun suddenly came to visit, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Secretary Peng." Wang Jun sat down, took out a newspaper from the clipped book and handed it to Peng Yuou. "I saw a joint signal from a comrade from Nanjing in the newspaper."
As he said that, he pointed out a search advertisement to Peng and Ou.
"This is the secret code of the connection agreed by the organization with Comrade Mao Zhipeng in Nanjing." Peng Yuou was shocked, but then he shook his head again, "No, no."
The search advertisement says, "My cousin Guanhe searches for the cloth merchant Zhen Shimin, Wangpiwo, in Nanshi City, Shanghai. After parting in Nanjing, I miss you very much. I am safe. I hope my brother will come to meet you."
The secret code agreed by Comrade Mao Zhipeng in the organization was his cousin Peng Zhi.
Comrade Mao Zhipeng's original organizational relationship was in Shanghai, but later the organizational relationship was transferred to Nanjing. This connection signal was a long time ago.
In addition, Comrade Mao Zhipeng is now the deputy head of the Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps, and they have learned the exact news that Comrade Mao Zhipeng has sacrificed heroically in the battle against Japan.
"My analysis is that this Guanhe is a comrade who was secretly developed by Comrade Mao Zhipeng. Before his death, Comrade Mao Zhipeng informed this comrade Guanhe with a secret code." Wang Jun analyzed.
"In addition, considering that Comrade Mao Zhipeng died on the Songhu front line, my guess is that this Comrade Guanhe should also be an officer or soldier of the Security Corps."
"It should be so." Peng Yupei pondered for a moment, "According to previous information, the Jiangsu Provincial Security Force suffered heavy casualties on the Songhu front line, most of which were killed and the rest of the soldiers were dispersed. Therefore, this comrade Guanhe should have been dispersed, and now he is in Shanghai, so he can only find the organization in this way."
After pausing, Peng and Ou said cautiously, "Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the spy deliberately set up a trap when he learned about this joint code."
"Well, according to Secretary Peng's opinion?" Wang Jun asked.
"No rush to respond for the moment." Peng Yuou said in a deep voice, "I will contact Nanjing in person to confirm the authenticity of this comrade Guanhe."
"Okay." Wang Jun nodded. Peng and Ou's decision was extremely safe and he had no objection.
...
French Concession, Betton District.
A teahouse.
"Sitting?" Cheng Qianfan exclaimed.
He received a telegram from the Nanjing headquarters, and an important person from the Nanjing headquarters came to Shanghai to meet him secretly.
He came here to join the meeting at the agreed time and place, and saw Sheng Shuyu, who was in charge of watching the wind at the entrance of the teahouse private room.
Cheng Qianfan and Sheng Shuyu nodded and greeted him. He speculated in his heart that it was most likely that Qi Wu was here in person.
However, when I opened the door, I saw Dai Chunfeng drinking tea.
"Here, sit down." Dai Chunfeng nodded with a smile.
Cheng Qianfan responded, but did not sit down, but stood respectfully and asked anxiously, "Sitting, the situation in Shanghai has deteriorated and danger is everywhere. Why are you here in person?"
"What? Shanghai is my land of China, I can't come." Dai Chunfeng said in a deep voice.
"I don't mean that, I'm just worried..." Cheng Qianfan said hurriedly.
"Hahaha." Dai Chunfeng smiled, "Okay, I know you are worried about my safety. This French Concession is the territory of your Viceroy Xiao Cheng. With you there, my safety is fine."
"Swear to defend the seat to the death." Cheng Qianfan paused and saluted.
Dai Chunfeng nodded in approval, pressed his hand and said, "Do it."
"Yes!" Cheng Qianfan sat down, but he only sat half his butt, his upper body straightened, his hands on his knees, and sat upright.