Hangzhou, Yujie, the residence of Fang Jinghua, a senior official of the Red Party Hangzhou Municipal Committee.
"Secretary Fang, I want to know the name of the comrade who died." Gao Lan said with a sad expression.
It was the unknown comrade who sacrificed his life as a warning that allowed them to escape.
Fang Jinghua shook his head, he couldn't tell Gao Lan.
This seems a bit cruel. The names of these comrades who sacrificed their precious lives will only be recorded in the files, and some are not even recorded in the files.
What they did and who they were will not be known.
Even comrades within the party cannot know what they should not know.
This is organizational discipline.
After Gao Lan left, Fang Jinghua remained silent.
Sadness lingered in his heart.
This was a comrade he was not very familiar with. He even only knew his name was Meng Qiang, and he didn't even have any impression of his appearance.
Holding back his sadness, he was thinking.
Why did the Kuomintang agents appear at Maiyuqiao Pier?
Are they going for Gao Lan and the others?
Why did the agents know that Gao Lan would show up there with someone?
How did Meng Qiang know that there was a spy ambush there?
Who told Meng Qiang?
Was it ‘Huaishu’ who informed Meng Qiang of this urgent information?
Everything was just a guess. Fang Jinghua rubbed his temples. He had a severe migraine and a severe headache.
…
"Bang Bang."
There was a knock on the door.
"who?"
"Uncle, it's me."
A young man wearing a black cotton coat came in.
"Have you heard about it?" Fang Jinghua asked eagerly.
"I asked." The young man picked up the water ladle, scooped water into the water tank, took two big sips, and continued, "My neighbor Grandma Lu said that the couple was fighting. The man went out and the woman was beaten. She took the child back to her hometown.
Got off."
"Going back to the countryside?" Fang Jinghua confirmed again.
"That's what he said."
"Mancang, I have a mission for you," Fang Jinghua said.
"Uncle, tell me."
"You quietly go and find out where the woman took the children, and you must find them." Fang Jinghua's expression was extremely serious, "Remember, you must be careful, and you must protect yourself as well as them.
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"Uncle, I understand." Mancang nodded vigorously and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Uncle, is this how you found me and my mother back then?"
Fang Jinghua was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and just patted Mancang on the shoulder.
…
Luo Liu was extremely anxious.
He urgently wanted to see his superiors and report to the leaders of the municipal party committee what happened at the Maiyuqiao Pier during the day.
However, I don’t know what considerations the leader of the action team, He Qichen, had or what happened.
He Qichen suddenly ordered the entire team to be under martial law. No one was allowed to leave the station or make phone calls. This would violate military law.
Luo Liu was trapped in the station like this.
Did Gao Lan and others successfully escape?
Can the woman and their children escape safely?
Why would people from the Party Affairs Investigation Division set up an ambush there?
So many question marks were swirling in Luo Liu's mind, making him unable to feel at ease.
Just when he was in a state of despair, martial law was lifted in the area.
Luo Liu was very happy.
However, he did not go out immediately. Instead, he shouted and dragged several brothers to a restaurant near the station for a lively meal and drink.
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No. 30, Xiongzhen Building.
"Director, I would like to take a leave and go to the hotel to get my gift back." Cheng Qianfan found Yu Ping'an.
"Okay." Yu Ping'an nodded. Kawada Yongji and his entourage were caught in one sweep. Cheng Qianfan could naturally go back to the hotel to pick up his things.
"Do you know how to remove makeup?" Yu Ping'an asked with a smile.
"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. In fact, he would, but at this moment, he must not.
"Go to Amei and ask him to remove your makeup. Leave through the side door, where there are fewer people."
It turns out her name is Amei.
"Thank you, director." Cheng Qianfan saluted and said, "I will take my leave."
"Go ahead."
…
I felt a burning heat on my face.
"Go, wash your face." Amei, who was wearing a mask, had a hoarse voice and an impatient tone.
Cheng Qianfan washed his face, and a strange reaction occurred between the cold water and the burning heat on his face - he shivered.
He walked back again and leaned in front of the dressing table to take a look at himself.
Although the light is not too bright, you can still see a handsome young man.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"Why don't you go away and stay here?" Amei asked.
"Thank you." Cheng Qianfan didn't mind Amei's attitude and thanked her sincerely.
This woman cannot be messed with.
If you can do this job, if nothing else, you will definitely be the director’s confidant.
This director is not deputy director Yu Ping'an, but Dai Chunfeng, director of the Lixing Society's Secret Service Department and director of the Hangzhou Special Training Class Office.
Leave through the side door.
He did not go directly to the inn, but first found a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and ate some hastily.
Then ask the store owner to pack up the unfinished meals.
He then returned to Yunlong Inn with the packed meals.
"Housekeeper, bring me a pot of hot water later." Cheng Qianfan did not quietly go upstairs, but said to the innkeeper who was bowing his head to settle accounts.
"Okay." The shopkeeper nodded, "Have you finished eating and are you back?"
"Yes." Cheng Qianfan nodded, muttered that the food in this restaurant was a bit salty, and went upstairs.
The shopkeeper smiled and said nothing.
He was still mumbling just now about why he never saw the guest in the upper room. Now that Cheng Qianfan came back generously with packed meals, the little strangeness was gone subconsciously.
Naturally, the shopkeeper would not be at the counter all the time. He would subconsciously think that it was a coincidence that Cheng Qianfan was not at the counter when he went up and downstairs.
It is extremely unlikely that the innkeeper is an agent of the Japanese special forces or other forces. However, Cheng Qianfan is still very careful. He does not relax in the slightest just because this is Hangzhou, a national territory, and he is an agent of the Secret Service.
Being able to avoid arousing the suspicion of passers-by is the first motto for an agent to survive!
This is not what others taught him, it is his own understanding.
…
Yu Ping'an knew that Cheng Qianfan had been working hard today, not only had to keep an eye on him, but he also participated in the operation.
Therefore, he allowed Cheng Qianfan to rest one night at the inn and return to the team the next morning.
This is exactly what Cheng Qianfan wants.
This night, he must pass on the information about the traitor Wen Changjian to the Hangzhou Red Party.
On the way back, Cheng Qianfan thought of a way to pass on information. This is also the only way he can currently contact the local Red Party in Hangzhou:
Luo Liu, a member of the Hangzhou District Action Team of the Secret Service, had been his partner for half a day.
But, how to deliver this information?
What is the content being transferred?
This should be carefully considered.
Especially the latter.
At Yang Wanwan's residence, Cheng Qianfan personally interrogated Wen Changjian. Naturally, he knew the inside story extremely well.
However, because of this, he was even more unable to tell the whole story.
There were four people at the scene: Yu Pingan, deputy director of the special training class commissioner's office, Wan Delong, leader of the special training class action team and instructor, Yu Pingan's absolute confidant, adjutant Zhao Yansheng, and him.
If detailed information is passed on, and once this matter is later detected by the Kuomintang secret service, it will be almost obvious who leaked it and who is the red party hidden in the secret service.
Therefore, how to word it can allow the Red Party to generally understand what happened and take it seriously without making people suspect that the source of the intelligence was at the interrogation scene of the Yang Mansion. This is what Cheng Qianfan needs to think carefully about now.
Yes, getting information, how to deliver it, and what to say require even more care than obtaining the information itself, and are even more risky.
He must be careful.
Even the wrong word used in the information may lead to his exposure.
Intelligence is the most direct evidence!
It is ironclad evidence that can reflect and trace back many details!
