Ying Zuo read the information about Zhang Tianhao again, and felt a burst of anger in his heart, but he also ignited the determination to fight Zhang Tianhao.
After all, he never loses to anyone, especially a Chinese.
But what really made him feel helpless was this Zhang Tianhao. It seemed that no one outside had ever known his true identity or even who he was.
This question is also something he has been thinking about.
"Come here, send a telegram to the Special Higher Education Department in Xinjing and request that a copy of all Zhang Tianhao's materials be sent to us!"
He called out to the secretary outside, and then sat down again to re-evaluate Zhang Tianhao, a particularly dangerous person.
He almost concluded that this was definitely done by Zhang Tianhao. After all, only Zhang Tianhao had such ability. As for the method, he didn't know.
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Zhang Tianhao didn't know that Ying Zuo already knew his identity. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. After all, there are not many people who want to know his true identity.
Except for a few of his personal bodyguards, no one else knew his current identity at all.
He was sitting at home, looking at the telegram in his hand, and the expression on his face was a little strange. After all, he had received a telegram that he had never expected.
It turned out to be a telegram from Yan'an, and he was directly transferred to underground party comrades in the Yangtze River area.
He was also given a call sign for the radio station. Apparently, Minister Li did this because he had determined that he had the ability.
He could only smile bitterly a few times, and then take a rest. If he went this way, he would have to prepare a large amount of supplies, and then transfer them out of Shanghai and hand them over to comrades in various places along the way.
It sounds simple, but in fact he knows that doing this is quite difficult and full of dangers.
But why don't you do it if there is danger? This is not his style, nor is it his character. He still has to do it, even if he has to sacrifice everything, he still has to do it.
Thinking of this, he sighed. Therefore, he had to prepare the supplies here and contact the underground party here, and then transfer some supplies out.
It functions as a transportation line, but this transportation line is too difficult for underground party comrades.
The comrades of the underground party provide materials, and he is responsible for the transportation here, and he also has to prepare a large amount of materials and send them there together.
How could he just ask all the comrades in the underground party to collect supplies?
Thinking of this, he felt excited for a while, but he soon thought about it. It was not difficult to use his transport ship. The only thing was to do it more secretly.
All work must be done by trustworthy people, and it must not be disclosed to the outside world. Even Qianzhong Wuteng must be properly concealed and cannot be known to outsiders, and the less known, the better.
Looking at the call sign of the radio station, he knew that it was an underground call sign of a gay man in Shanghai. It was not that difficult. The only thing was to communicate with him.
Especially now that the situation is very tight, he slowly began to think about it, and then began to think of ways. After all, he still had to work hard to solve some things. If it was just a difficulty, it would still be a big problem if it was not solved.
It's not his character to shrink back.
"By the way, one more thing is to transport some supplies to Chongqing. Smuggling is still possible. Especially luxury goods."
Thinking of this, he drafted a telegram and went upstairs again.
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"Hey, this is a new telegram. Do we really have our comrades in Shanghai?"
While Xiaomeng was deciphering the telegram, she looked at the telegram in front of her with some surprise, her hands trembling a little.
It's just that they are not on the same line, and now they have to communicate with Lao Zhang.
She quickly received the contents of the telegram, and then directly copied the contents of the telegram in code. It turned out that she had also burned the telegram directly to prevent leaving evidence to the Japanese.
Picking up the legal currency that was secretly written just now, she carefully put it together with the other legal currency, and then put it into her small wallet.
I looked at the weather outside and realized that it was getting dark again before I knew it, and it would be nine o'clock soon.
At this time, relatively speaking, it is quite safe, even if it is not a concession.
Carrying the small bag, she simply put on makeup, put on a hat, an ordinary long windbreaker, and her little leather shoes, and then went downstairs.
There were not many people outside at this time. Most of them had gone home after dark. People who had been busy all day rarely enjoyed the warmth of home.
And Xiaomeng had no chance to enjoy it. Her home had been destroyed in the war, and her relatives died in the war. It can be said that her hatred for the Japanese was deep in her bones.
But she survived with determination, and the person who helped her was Lao Zhang. She was also developed by Lao Zhang as a downline, and was even slowly trained into a telegraph operator.
Lao Zhang taught her almost step by step to become a qualified underground worker and an outstanding warrior.
She worked hard to walk into the shadows. At this time, the waist of her windbreaker had been tied up, and she looked quite delicate. However, no one was admiring it this night. On the contrary, she did not care about her appearance.
What she cares about is whether the telegram sent by her superiors can complete her superiors' tasks.
Half an hour later, she successfully arrived at Lao Zhang's antique shop. At this time, Lao Zhang's antique shop was closed under normal circumstances, and there was only Lao Zhang in the antique shop.
As for the guys, they had already left and gone home.
She stood at the door of Lao Zhang Gu's house, looked around and found that there was no one around, then she reached out and knocked on the door below.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
As the rhythmic knocking on the door sounded, that familiar and special knocking sound, she still looked around cautiously to prevent anyone else from appearing around her.
After all, the spies are so rampant now that almost the whole of Shanghai is shrouded in white terror.
Lao Zhang, who was resting upstairs, also heard the knock on the door downstairs. He couldn't help but frown. After listening carefully for a few times, he became a little confused.
He was too familiar with the knocking on the door outside. This was a special technique he had taught him.
"Damn it, don't you know what time this is? The Japanese and agents are going crazy. They come here in the middle of the night." She couldn't help but cursed secretly, and then she didn't even turn on the light, and didn't even put on her shoes.
Go directly downstairs.
When he got outside, he opened the door directly and pulled Xiao Meng into the store. Then he looked around and saw the light of a flashlight not far away. He was also stunned and closed the door.
Likewise, in the darkness, no one knows if there are other agents around who are watching him. After all, once he is targeted, he will be in quite a lot of trouble.
After entering the house, Lao Zhang also stood at the door, pressing tightly against the door. Listening to the movement outside, he heard bursts of footsteps not far away. It was obvious that someone was passing by him.
Although he couldn't see clearly now, he still glared at Xiaomeng fiercely. He had the urge to curse, but he also knew that this was not the time to curse. He wanted to wait for the person to leave before he could ask properly.
Little Dream.
This chapter has been completed!