Chapter 63 Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains!
On the third floor of that high-rise building is the cafeteria.
Yang Qingyun was wearing an apron and was constantly stir-frying the vegetables. Before taking them out of the pot, he also added a handful of minced garlic, saying that it would produce the aroma of garlic. Several of the waiters from the south were very puzzled by what he was doing. As a result, after several protests
After getting no results, they all admitted it.
Although their organization does not have a name yet, it has very strict requirements. They are not allowed to go out to eat, buy anything on the street, or hang out... In short, no one is allowed to go outside unless necessary.
Outcrop, so these people basically live in this building.
"Section Chief."
When Yang Qingyun walked out of the kitchen with a vegetable basin and the chef behind him, Xu Mao came over to say hello.
When Yang Qingyun saw it was him, he smiled and waved: "Hurry, today is all about meat and vegetables. When those wolf cubs come over soon, you may not be able to grab them."
"Miki's trial date has been set."
Yang Qingyun was slightly stunned and asked: "Is there a notice?"
"It's out on the 13th of this month."
"A public trial is held in the gendarmerie, but no media or ordinary people are allowed to watch."
Bang.
Yang Qingyun directly threw the vegetable basin full of vegetables on the table, causing oil stains to splash.
"What the hell is a public trial called?"
"Why not transport Miki, the butcher and executioner with blood-stained hands in Beiman, directly back to their little island?"
"Section Chief, please don't get excited. Although the Japanese do not allow citizens and reporters to enter the gendarmerie, they allow people to wait for news outside the gendarmerie and promise that once the public trial is over, the news will be made public as soon as possible."
Yang Qingyun was trembling with anger: "Do I need him to tell me the result?"
"I can tell you the result now. Miki committed a heinous crime and was sentenced to imprisonment in Japan."
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at Xu Mao: "Do you still have something to say?"
Xu Mao nodded: "The Japanese notice also said that they have invited local celebrities in Harbin and international friends to participate in this public trial. This is also to ensure the fairness of the trial. The celebrities they invited include Hui
Hailou’s boss, Sun Wanwan; and international friend, Chekov.”
Hearing this, Yang Qingyun looked at Xu Mao for a long time and said in a deep voice: "Everyone knows that this interrogation is a trap, right?"
Xu Mao: "Yes."
"Our people have just received news that Sun Wanwan, who killed the four tigers of the Xu family, has defected to the Japanese in order to survive and occupy Harbin's territory. Is this correct?"
"That's right."
"Then the relationship between Little Japan and Lao Maozi hasn't gotten better for a day. Isn't this just nonsense?"
"Then what do they mean by setting up this fascination array?"
"Let the traitors and their Japanese enemies sit in the auditorium and watch the interrogation. What do these people want them to see? Do you want to see how Japan behaves like a scoundrel on this land?"
Of course Xu Mao knew what this sentence meant, but he knew even more that he should not have said it.
"Then I want to show all the old men and traitors that no one in Japan dares to do anything to them even if they act like scoundrels in this land!"
"At that time, the things reported in Soviet newspapers will definitely be more authentic than what the Japanese said personally. The Japanese just want to use Lao Maozi's mouth to announce to the world that even if they send Miki to
Back home, there is no resistance in China."
"Is that what you mean?"
Yang Qingyun pinched his nose and inhaled hard, his eyes fixed on the table in front of him. The steaming food seemed to have completely lost its aroma at this moment.
The next second, people who came in to get food appeared. These aspiring young people were carefully selected after rigorous training. They were all vigorous and energetic.
They lined up and walked up to Yang Qingyun, half-jokingly shouting: "Section Chief, what's wrong with you? The sky is falling? Are you getting food?"
Yang Qingyun looked up and saw that the place in front of him was completely crowded, and he immediately started to move.
That hand, holding the spoon steadily, reached into the vegetable basin full of braised pork, and poured a whole spoonful of braised pork into the bowl of the young man in front of him.
The young man was startled and said quickly: "Section Chief, we can't eat so much. This is enough for the two of us, so it's a waste."
Yang Qingyun glared and said, "Eat more!"
He didn't explain anything extra.
Xu Mao was watching from the side, watching as these people finished the dishes and walked to the table to eat suspiciously. When no one was around, he returned to his previous position and looked at Yang Qingyun: "Section Chief..."
"Apply for a grant."
"Section Chief..."
"After checking, 80% of these people have never married a wife."
"Section Chief..."
"You take them to visit the Flower Street and Liuxiang in Harbin at night..."
"Yang Qingyun!"
Yang Qingyun lowered his head, supported the table with both hands, and kept his head calm.
At Xu Mao's roar, everyone in the dining room turned around to look at the scene in front of them.
Xu Mao swallowed: "Section Chief, let's go to the office and talk."
Yang Qingyun did not move.
Someone stood up and asked: "Section Chief, Team Leader Xu, is there something wrong?"
Yang Qingyun came out, with raised eyebrows and staring eyes. He stretched out his hand and was about to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.
He was not afraid of someone leaking it, nor was he afraid of someone being timid, but he was afraid that once he said these words, someone would carry out the mission under pressure, causing the mission to fall short.
Because Yang Qingyun knew that the Japanese had set a trap in the gendarmerie, but he still had to send people to attack. He couldn't let the whole world think that China... was dead.
If they want China to stay alive, they have to let the Soviets paint a wonderful picture vividly, and the colors in this picture are rendered with the blood of their own people, and those are human lives!
The young Japanese man was personally forcing Yang Qingyun to push these energetic young men in their twenties onto the guillotine to face the hail of bullets.
That's the gendarmerie there.
"Have a meal."
These were the last two words Yang Qingyun said. After saying that, he left the dining room.
When I quickly returned to the office, my first action was to open the safe and take out all the yellow and white things inside without feeling any distress.
"Xiao Xu, this is a gold bar and a bag of silver dollars. They are my little savings over the years."
"You take them to find a place at night, just say, just say..."
Xu Mao answered: "I'm going to be promoted, please have a good time."
"Alright."
Yang Qingyun waved at Xu Mao: "In a word, when you go there, you are children, and when you come back, you have to be men. Do you understand?"
