In the secret contact point of Shanghai Naval Reunification Station, Shanghai Station Director Li Changchun (pseudonym) was stunned when he looked at the notice he had just received in front of him.
After all, he had been in Shanghai for two or three years. He had been here during the Anti-Japanese War in Shanghai, but now he discovered that there was such a crazy laboratory here.
Looking at the telegram, he fell into deep thought and daze. After all, such a terrible laboratory was the biggest enemy of the frontline soldiers.
As an old man at Shanghai Station, how could he not know how scary the virus is?
Sitting behind his desk, he unconsciously took out a cigarette and started smoking. Even his expression became a little ferocious, even much more fierce.
This sitting lasted about half an hour, and he didn't even feel that time passed quickly. On the contrary, he only felt that time passed very slowly.
The secretary standing next to him also had a serious face at this time. After all, he didn't know why the webmaster had such an expression. Even if he failed to pick up the person, it didn't make him so nervous.
After a while, the secretary finally opened his mouth and called out a few words in a low voice.
"Webmaster, Webmaster!"
Perhaps the cry interrupted Li Changchun's train of thought and forced him to come back to his senses, but there was still a terrifying majesty and momentum on his face.
But his eyes never left the telegram.
"Webmaster, Webmaster, what's wrong with you?"
At this time, Li Changchun looked up at the secretary opposite, and then said calmly: "It's nothing, just some things. You don't have to think about it too much. Please inform Contact Point No. 5. If anyone comes to contact me, please contact me as soon as possible."
Report, and if someone from Contact Point No. 5 comes to ask for help, the whole station must cooperate."
"yes!"
Secretary Xiao Peng was also a little surprised. After all, contact point No. 5 was a backup contact point. Apart from him and Li Changchun, no third person knew that such a situation had occurred.
"Webmaster, this..."
"Don't say any more, I understand, those are instructions from superiors and must be implemented!"
"yes!"
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The No. 5 contact point is not in the concession, but in an area under Japanese jurisdiction at Beizhakou in SH City.
This is a small bookstore, only about thirty square meters. There is a middle-aged man and a young woman who manage various book boxes here.
Of course, there cannot be any illegal books here, otherwise the Japanese would have taken care of them long ago.
Moreover, some Japanese people often come here to buy books, and the ones who come forward are usually this young woman. As the boss here, the middle-aged man is quite interesting.
"Xiaomeng, how is your income today?"
"Boss, a total of forty-three books and forty-five triangular legal currency were sold today." Jin Meng over there did the math, then walked over with the accounting book and handed it to the boss.
At this moment, a young man walked in from outside and started looking around in the bookstore.
After a while, I saw this young man walking to the front of the counter holding a book about medicine.
There were not many people in the whole store at this time, only three or four people, but it still seemed a bit crowded in this small bookstore.
It seemed that this young man loved reading. He read as he walked, and when he reached the counter, he put the book on the counter.
"Boss, how much does this book cost?"
The boss looked at a book handed over by the young man in front of him, then took it and flipped through the price, then spoke to the young man with a smile on his face.
"Hello, sir, this book costs 1 yuan and 30 cents in total. Let me split it up for you. One yuan and 20 cents will be enough. Do you think that's okay?"
"Ah, it's so expensive, but I don't have enough money. Do you think it can be a little less?"
When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"Ah, this..." The boss was also stunned. This kind of situation happens often, and he also has a good way to deal with it.
"Here, sir, look at how much money you have. If it's not enough, you can send it over next time. Do you think that's okay?" The boss said very politely.
"Let me see!"
The young man seemed to have thought of something, and then he said sheepishly: "I have one dollar and a half, but this is a week's food expenses. Even if I save a little, I can save up to 8 cents and 8 cents. You see, this price can
?"
When the boss heard the price, he was stunned, but immediately a glint came through his eyes, which was more inexplicable than usual.
After all, this is a set of numbers that looks like a bargain, but it is a code for their connection, and he has also received a notice from above that if anyone comes to contact him, he must report it.
Even all kinds of needs need to be conveyed by him.
"Sir, I'm sorry, this price is too low. Can you think of a little more? After all, I can't lose too much here, right?"
The boss still pretended to be bargaining with the young man.
"How about I write you an IOU? I'll pay you back when I have the money. Do you think that's okay?"
"this!"
The boss thought for a moment, nodded, and said to Jin Meng beside him: "Xiao Meng, I will accompany this gentleman inside to write an IOU. You can take a look here."
"Okay, boss!"
Jin Meng didn't say much, but responded with a faint smile, and then went to entertain other guests.
The boss directly led the young man inside and said politely: "Sir, please!"
"OK!"
The young man walked directly in and saw that the inner room was only seven or eight square meters. In addition to a table with various snacks on it, there was also a simple small bed.
The boss walked behind and closed the door directly.
"The conditions are simple, sir, please don't be offended."
With that said, he handed over a piece of paper and asked him to prepare to write something on it.
"Tomorrow at twelve o'clock, meet with Stationmaster Li at the Paris Café!"
The middle-aged man looked at the words above and was stunned. After all, not just anyone could meet with Station Master Li because of their unequal status.
"Okay, sir, just write the IOU. I'll wait for your news!"
The boss took the note in his hand, then picked up a match, lit it directly, and put it into the tea cup. When it was all burned, he drank it directly into his stomach.
After all, this kind of thing should be kept confidential.
Then, the young man took another piece of paper and wrote a new note saying that he owed one dime and two cents. He also wrote a strange name on it.
As for the name, of course it is fake.
"It turns out to be Mr. Jia. It's a dime and two cents. If you come more often in the future, I welcome you to come here often!"
With the note in hand, the boss opened the door and sent the young man out with a smile.
Then he went back to the counter, carefully put the note into a folder, and put it away. This was used as evidence, and he could pay it back later. There was already a lot of writing paper here, so obviously
It's all owed by others.
There seemed to be at least twenty of them, all of which cost a few cents or cents.
"Xiaomeng, please send this gentleman off."
"Okay!" Jin Mengwang sent the young man out the door without thinking much. When the young man got outside, he randomly chose a direction and left the bookstore directly.
This chapter has been completed!