"Mr. Yu, Tan wants to have a chat with Fang Shi Nephew alone. Is it convenient?" Tan Pinggong looked at Liu Bo.
"It's all right." Liu Bo smiled and nodded, stood up and walked away, staring at the hanging oil painting.
"My nephew resolutely left home to fight against Japan, and he has no shame in serving the country. But I don't know if you Red Party members have a small family in your heart?" Tan Pinggong asked.
"Without a country and a family, we are just slaves who have subjugated our country. Having a country and a family is what the Red Party members of our generation are working hard for." Fang Muheng said with a serious expression, "In this process, countless Red Party members have abandoned their homes and careers. We are not ruthless. We will do it."
Only then can more people live and work in peace and contentment in the future."
Tan Pinggong was silent.
He looked at the young man in front of him.
He was quite familiar with this nephew of the Fang family.
The son of a wealthy family, he came from a privileged background, graduated from a prestigious domestic school, and studied abroad at American University.
He could have stayed in the United States on the other side of the ocean and enjoyed a stable and prosperous life.
After the first Songhu Anti-Japanese War, Fang Muheng resolutely returned to China from Citigroup and campaigned for the Anti-Japanese War.
If that's all, that's all. This nephew can also go to the rear area, which is the Kuomintang-controlled area.
However, Fang Muheng joined the Red Party and the New Fourth Army.
Those who do business have heard about the difficult situation in the New Fourth Army. Not to mention anything else, just looking at Fang Muheng's current thin figure, which seems to be due to long-term lack of enough food, and his prominent cheekbones, you can tell that this person
My nephew has suffered a lot.
It was such a man who could have been a well-off and well-fed young man for the rest of his life, but he did not choose to be a high-ranking young man with no worries about food and clothing, and chose an extremely difficult and dangerous path that even saw no future.
"Nephew Mu Hengxian, your road is not easy to walk on," Tan Pinggong said.
"We are fighting through thorns and thorns, and the road is blue." Fang Muheng's expression was extremely serious, and his eyes were shining. "Today, the land of China is full of smoke. We, the Chinese people, are covered in pools of blood under the enemy's bayonets and bullets. We fight to the death. We, the Red Party members,
Do your part.”
Looking at Tan Pinggong, Fang Muheng clasped his hands and said with a smile, "Muheng was born into a wealthy family. He can indeed be a well-dressed young man. Even if his motherland falls, he can take refuge overseas."
His head was held high, and his eyes were filled with sincerity, "However, the mountains and rivers are broken, there are internal and external troubles, and the people are in dire straits. This is the suffering motherland. This is the motherland with five thousand years of civilization. This is the most critical moment in China's five thousand years. What Mu Heng can do
I, and all my comrades, live towards death, that’s all!
Tan Pinggong looked at Fang Muheng and just stared in silence.
After a while, he sighed. From the bottom of his heart, just based on the impression of these Red Party members he had come into contact with, he had great admiration.
It is precisely because of admiration that I feel even more emotional.
Japan is strong, it resists Japan, it resists Japan. I don’t know if we can see the day when the resistance against Japan is successful in this lifetime.
According to Tan Pinggong's opinion, Fang Muheng and others are very likely to sacrifice their lives for the country in this extremely difficult anti-Japanese process.
However, precisely because of this, the determination of people like Fang Muheng to risk their lives gave Tan Pinggong a huge shock and the slightest expectation of victory.
"I remembered something Pan Ming said." Tan Pinggong said.
"What did Comrade Pan Ming say?" Fang Muheng asked in a deep voice.
"I asked him, will there be a day when the Anti-Japanese War will be won?" Tan Pinggong said, "Pan Ming said that he believed that the Anti-Japanese War will be won. He said that as long as there are still people alive and not dead, China will not perish!"
With that said, he bowed to Fang Muheng.
"Uncle Shi, no." Fang Muheng was shocked.
"Uncle Fei pays homage to his nephew, but Tan pays homage to those who fight for the country." Tan Pinggong shook his head and said, he took out a seal from his body and handed it to Fang Muheng, "Brother Pan asked me to do this, and Tan was lucky enough to live up to my mission.
"
Fang Muheng did not take the seal immediately, but solemnly bowed to Tan Pinggong and saluted:
"Mr. Gao Yi."
The three of them discussed the specific strategy of escorting Mrs. Tan and the young master out of Shanghai. Liu Bo and Fang Muheng urged Tan Pinggong to leave Shanghai together, but Tan Pinggong declined.
"Tan is the vice president of the Yuyao Chamber of Commerce. If he stays in Shanghai, he can contribute to the anti-Japanese war." Tan Pinggong smiled heartily and stopped Fang Muheng's persuasion. "The only thing you worry about is your family, your eldest brother, second sister and children.
In the Kuomintang-controlled area, everything is safe, and the only people you worry about are your aunt and Ming'er. I feel relieved that mother and son are safe."
"I'm in the concession. Unless the Japanese dare to enter the concession and start a war with Britain and France, my safety will not be seriously affected." Tan Pinggong took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. "It's getting late. I can't stay longer. It's windy in Shanghai. Let's say goodbye."
."
"Uncle Shi, take care."
"Take care, Mr. Tan."
When saying goodbye, Tan Pinggong glanced at Fang Muheng and said, "My dear nephew, Mu Heng, do you have a message to bring home?"
"Uncle Shi, please tell me..." Fang Muheng said, but shook his head again, "That's all, my news may bring danger to the family. It would be better if there is no news."
…
Masinan Road.
"Come back early in the evening." Mrs. Zhou stuck her head out of the window and warned her husband.
"I have some entertainment tonight, so I might not come back." Zhou Wenrui yawned, waved his hand, and got in the car.
"Social entertainment?" Mrs. Zhou snorted coldly, wondering which vixen she was spending the night with.
Seeing the courtyard door open and the car slowly driving out, Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but curse, "Don't ever come back."
"Team leader, this is Zhou Wenrui's car." A subordinate said next to Qiao Chuntao.
Taozi frowned.
According to their previous inquiries and investigations, Zhou Wenrui had not left home until after three in the afternoon in the past few days, but today he suddenly went out more than an hour earlier.
"Is Zhou Wenrui in the car?" he asked.
"Confirmed."
Qiao Chuntao immediately stood up and dusted herself with the newspaper in her hand.
Upon seeing the signal, many operators immediately prepared.
Close.
Close.
Two bicycles were riding fast in front. They were Zhou Wenrui's bodyguards.
On both sides of the car, there were two bodyguards standing on guard. They had short rifle holsters on their waists.
When the two bicycles reached a section that was about to go uphill, Qiao Chuntao pulled out a short gun from his waist.
Turn off insurance.
Pull the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang!
The two bodyguards on bicycles got out of the car at the sound, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Taozi's gunshot was the signal to take action.
Bullets hit Zhou Wenrui's car like dense raindrops.
The bodyguards on both sides were shot first and screamed before falling to the ground.
The firepower then focused on the person in the back seat.
About thirty seconds later, Qiao Chuntao glanced at the car covered with bullet holes, put away the short gun, and handed it to the men beside him. The latter ran away with the pistol and turned into the alley.
The vendor selling flower porridge was already waiting.
The short gun with gunpowder smoke still hanging from the muzzle was thrown directly into the porridge bucket.
Here, Taozi took her time and put on her sunglasses at first.
Then, he picked up the half-read newspaper, bent down, smiled, and trotted rhythmically, submerging himself into the screaming and chaotic crowd.
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