Dong Zhengguo did not immediately answer Li Cuiqun's question.
He thought about it seriously, and after recalling it, he continued, "When reading the Daily Translator, Cheng Qianfan had a disgust expression on his face. By the way, in addition to disgust, there was also a hint of sneering."
"Sneer." Li Cuiqun nodded thoughtfully and signaled Dong Zhengguo to continue.
"When reading the Sino-US Daily, Cheng Qianfan looked even more angry and his face became more gloomy, just like, just like that," said Dong Zhengguo.
"It's like what?" Li Cuiqun asked.
"It's like suppressing anger, and that feeling may erupt at any time." Dong Zhengguo thought for a while and found the expression he thought was appropriate.
"Repressing the Anger" Li Cuiqun nodded. He opened the drawer and threw a box of cigarettes to Dong Zhengguo, "Continue."
Dong Zhengguo took the cigarette in his hands and carefully placed it on the coffee table beside him. He thought for a while and continued, "I just felt that Cheng Qianfan's attitude was like being hostile to the Red Party and looking down on the Red Party. Instead, he paid more attention to newspapers close to Chongqing."
Li Cuiqun nodded slightly, and he felt that he had grasped Cheng Qianfan's psychological changes:
Hostile to the Red Party is both vigilant against the Red Party and despising it. This is indeed in line with his understanding of Cheng Qianfan.
When I read the Sino-US Daily, I showed a gloomy and angry look, which was a desire to cover up, and this was a subconscious desire to show that I had no connection with Chongqing, which just shows that Cheng Qianfan and Chongqing were connected.
It is normal to have contact, but it is abnormal if there is no contact.
Li Cuiqun smiled on his face. His junior was a cunning guy, but no matter how cunning he was, he still saw through his mind.
"Director, should you send someone to stare at Cheng Qianfan in secret?" Dong Zhengguo asked, "I still think Cheng Qianfan is suspected."
"At present, the general view is that Xiao Mian, the troops of the Shanghai Special Information Group, rescued Lu Xingge. Why do you insist that it was Cheng Qianfan's actions?" Li Cuiqun asked with great interest.
"The Military Command Xiao Mian is a mystery, and his subordinates are not particularly clear about his situation." Dong Zhengguo said seriously, "However, if you have the ability to rescue Lu Xingge in the French Concession, Cheng Qianfan will definitely be among them."
He paused for a moment, looked hesitant, and finally said, "If Cheng Qianfan really values ​​love and friendship, he has no reason to refuse to save his sworn brother."
"It makes sense." Li Cuiqun nodded, and when he saw Dong Zhengguo showing joy on his face, he shook his eyes.
Head, "Your temptation today has already caused Cheng Qianfan to be unhappy, and it is not appropriate to anger him again."
"Subordinates can send capable personnel"
"No." Li Cuiqun said in a deep voice.
He had a premonition that if someone was sent to monitor Cheng Qianfan at the agent headquarters, his junior
I really dare to kill someone.
The office door was knocked.
"Deputy Director Li, it's me."
The sound of Tang marlin came from outside.
"Director, if you have nothing else, please go out first?" Dong Zhengguo said.
Seeing Li Cuiqun nodding, he turned around and walked over to open the door, and saw Tang Luo. The two nodded to greet him.
Seeing Tang Wenlao immediately close the door after entering the room, Dong Zhengguo's face was a little gloomy, and he quickly returned to his calm face and left.
"What are you getting?" Li Cuiqun asked.
Tang Wenlao shook his head.
"Have you encountered a tough guy?" Li Cuiqun became interested and asked with a chuckling.
"Reporting to the director, it's not a tough guy." Tang Wenlao smiled bitterly, "A few whips down, Shan Fangyun screamed, and tears were heard. He admitted everything he asked, and then he didn't know."
"Are you caught the wrong one?" Li Cuiqun asked with a smile.
He admires Tang Wenlao quite well. This young man is good at using his brain and smart enough. He is also a graduate of junior high school and has ink in his stomach. This is very rare inside No. 76
Most of the educated and educated people in the agent headquarters surrendered to Chongqing. There are not many educated people like Tang Wenluo who have been absorbed from the market. "Maybe I'm too sensitive," Tang Wenluo said, "Shan Fangyun may indeed have some carpenter skills, but he is not very skilled, so he doesn't abide by the rules and habits of carpenters, so he speaks like that."
"Are you going to release someone?" Li Cuiqun asked curiously.
"Don't let anyone go." Tang Wenluo shook his head. Seeing Li Cuiqun's inquiring gaze, he stood up and raised his voice and said, "My agents' headquarters do not need evidence to arrest people. My subordinates say he has a problem, he has a problem, and" 1
“And what?”
"And my subordinates arranged for brothers to stare at Fangyun Ri Mixed Store to see if there was any gain." He told Li Cui.
The group said, "Although Shan Fangyun seems to be fine, my subordinates always think this is
It’s just that I can’t explain clearly, and my subordinates still want to try again.”
"Well." Li Cuiqun nodded. He was just a shopkeeper of a Japanese miscellaneous store, either grabbing, putting or killing him. He was mainly concerned about this matter and examining the ability of Tang Wenlao in school.
Li Cuiqun waved his hand and signaled that Tang Wenyao should be removed.
Tang Wenluo left the deputy director's office and went straight to the torture room.
His subordinate Guo Han is interrogating Shan Fangyun.
"Tell me honestly, who is your online line and who are offline?" Guo Han was fierce and held his gun against Shan Fangyun's forehead and cursed: "It seems that he is honest, but he dares to touch my doorstep."
Shan Fangyun's top was taken off, the person was tied to a wooden frame, and his skin was whipped and his flesh was whipped.
He was crying in pain, his nose, tears and blood mixed together, "I purchased the goods from Wang Ji, and I was just a little guy in my hand. You all know this, sir." "Do you admit that Wang Ji is your online?" Guo Han asked immediately.
"Ah." Shan Fangyun was stunned for a moment. When he looked up at the person, he seemed to have touched the wound. He shouted in pain, "It hurts so much, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
Guo Han was overjoyed and ran to Tang Wenluo with a gun to report the good news, "Brother Luo, this guy has made a move, Wang Ji, it's Wang Ji."
As he said that, Guo Han rubbed his fingers.
"My brain is gone." Tang Wenluo pulled Guo Han aside, lowered his voice and scolded, "Wang Ji is Cheng Haitao's shop in the French Concession, can we move?"
As he said that, he dripped in Guo Han's ear.
That night, Tang Wenluo sent his subordinates to monitor Fangyun Rimei Store to report. There was nothing unusual about the Rimei Store. Except for the little tailor of the tailor next door who passed by and said a few words to the guy, no one else got close to him.
"Is there something wrong with that little tailor?" Tang Wenlao asked.
"The little tailor is greedy and likes to cheat children about food. It looks like there are sesame cakes that you want to cheat the guy."
"Where is that guy?" Tang Wenluo asked.
"I ate a sesame cake in the afternoon. The seven or eight-year-old boy was so hungry that he could drink water. His stomach was so round and thin that he drank in the middle of winter." The subordinate said with a smile, "I'm just a fool."
"Ce's mother." Tang Wenluo cursed in disappointment, and said to his expectant subordinates, "Go and tell Guo Han that the meat is gone, so drink some soup."
"Okay." The subordinates left happily. The meat was delicious, but the process of eating meat was in danger.
It's dangerous, and it's much safer to drink soup.
Soon, news came from the torture room, and Shan Fangyun confessed that he was bewitched and tempted by anti-Japanese elements, and took the other party ten dollars a month, stared at the agents' headquarters for them, and told them that they were the owner of Parker Nonglihua's grocery.
When Shan Fangyun confessed, Cheng Qianfan was having fun in Hongxi Tower.
Today is Lu Jiufan’s old mother’s birthday.
Lu Jiu flipped over Hongxi Building to hold a birthday wine, and the brothers who were not on night duty in the Central Police Station came to pay their birthday.
Deputy General General Cheng Qianfan gave his decent subordinate a very good face and personally came to his position. The old lady was sleepy and had already arranged to go home to rest.
The police continued to drink and enjoy the wine.
There are all kinds of meat and vegetables, and there are enough wine and water pipes. These people are already drinking with great enthusiasm.
Especially Lao Huang, who is good at drinking, came in a hurry about half an hour ago. Perhaps because he came late, he delayed drinking. Lao Huang had to find a way to make up for it. He didn't need to drink wine at the root, so he himself punished three cups of himself and then made another round.
Now, Lao Huang was so happy that he actually burped and sang Silang Tanmu. You can't say that, what Lao Huang sang was quite like, which made everyone applaud.
Cheng Qianfan also pointed at Lao Huang and said with a smile, "Ce's mother, this old drunk cat is crazy." But his heart skipped a beat.
Lao Huang came late today, and he guessed that something might have happened.
As expected.
After Lao Huang came, it was difficult to communicate with him privately in front of everyone. As Shangguan, Lao Huang Cheng Qianfan didn't stay in such an occasion for a long time. After dealing with the scene, he could leave in a while. In this way, the two of them had no chance to talk today.
In desperation, 'comrade piano actually thought of using the method of singing an opera to send him a message.
Cheng Qianfan suspected that Lao Huang had already thought of this trick on the way he came, so after he came, he pretended to drink a glass of wine and prepared for the alcohol and sang opera.
Just now, what Lao Huang sang was a passage from Yang Yanhui worshipping Old Lady She.
Yang Yanhui cried and sang:
To be continued...