September 27, 1939.

In the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China, it was the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most important festival for Chinese people besides the Spring Festival.

Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

Today, the Shanghai District Headquarters of the Military Unification Bureau deliberately left work an hour early.

A few close friends, buy some food, and have a good time.

Wait until night, eat moon cakes and admire the moon, and maybe you can see Chang'e.

Yu Yanchu, who belongs to the internal radio team, has made an appointment with Ye Rong, the field operations team, and Qi Xuezhen, the intelligence team, to have dinner and drink together in her dormitory today to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

She bought four cold dishes and made four hot dishes.

The table is placed on the terrace.

Three bottles of wine, white.

Usually they hardly drink, and they have to be ready for any tasks at any time.

But today is different.

No matter what, you have to drink to your heart's content...

…

Wu Jingyi prepared six cold dishes and eight hot dishes.

Today we are not only celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival with Meng Shaoyuan, but there are also other guests.

Sophia, Gracie, Butler Qiu.

There are only four people eating on such a large table?

Too much.

This was normal for Meng Shaoyuan and Butler Qiu, but it was an eye-opener for Sophia and Gracie.

At Zheng Min Road, two batches of goods have been delivered, and there is still the last batch left.

They were transported openly and openly under the noses of the Japanese.

The remaining batch will be shipped tomorrow.

Tomorrow is also a special day:

The decisive battle between Meng Shaoyuan and Hahara Koichi!

The first glass of wine was given to Gracie.

It was her first credit that Zheng Minlu's treasure could be transported out so smoothly.

Butler Qiu was a little sad.

I don’t know how my wife is doing in Chongqing.

"Come, let's all raise a toast."

Meng Shaoyuan raised his cup: "First of all, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we have to drink. Secondly, tomorrow I will compete in the ring for the first and only time in my life. I wish me success!"

…

"We wish Master Meng to come back alive and safe tomorrow!"

The three women clinked their wine cups and drank them all in one gulp.

The bottle of wine in front of each person was already half full.

This woman is far more open-minded than men when she drinks too much, you can tell.

There is nothing they dare not say.

No one else can hear it anyway.

First they laughed at each other for not even having a boyfriend, and then they complained about themselves and complained about the special nature of this job, which gives people no freedom at all.

Where can I find time to find a boyfriend?

Speaking of sadness, the three women hugged each other and cried.

But after crying for a while, I don’t know who mentioned Master Meng first.

As a result, the three women became very excited at once.

Good guy, if there is a man around now, he will be dumbfounded when he hears it.

Let me start with the fact that Master Meng is so carefree and shows mercy everywhere.

Then he asked, can Master Meng handle it in bed?

Especially that foreign woman Sophia, they all say that foreign women are powerful and will never let a man go without spending half a day in bed.

Master Meng is not allowed to get out of bed lying on his stomach.

"Hey, I heard that there is something most powerful about foreign women..."

Ye Rong spoke mysteriously.

Then, a burst of unbridled laughter spread in the night sky.

The sentry who was still on duty in the alley downstairs was startled.

What's going on?

Why are people laughing so wildly in that building?

"Who is in the building opposite?" a person asked secretly.

"From the headquarters office or from the field, what do you want to do to figure out so much?"

"Hey..." the secret whistle sighed in envy: "If I could be with them, touch their hands, smell their faces, I would be willing to die."

"Look at your worthless look..."

The captain scolded him, but then he looked like he was almost drooling just thinking about the scene.

…

"Tomorrow's arrangement is..."

Just when Wu Jingyi opened her mouth, Meng Shaoyuan said: "We won't talk about work today, we will just drink and have fun. Damn it, if you drink today, you may not be there for next year's Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Don't say anything unlucky."

Wu Jingyi picked up a chopstick and handed it to him: "You can always find a way."

"You can always win." Sophia followed their example and raised the cup: "Meng, you are the best."

Damn it, the young master is the best in bed.

"Dry!"

"Done!"

Four cups touched together.

Gracie had a limited amount of wine, so she put it in the cup without saying a word.

For her, whether the master goes to the ring tomorrow or does something else, it has nothing to do with her.

All she has to do is to do the things assigned to her by her master.

She won't ask too much about other things, nor will she care about them.

"Master..." Butler Qiu hesitated: "The ladies are still waiting for you in Chongqing. Remember, come back alive."

So rare.

Butler Qiu would actually say such caring words.

Damn, that's not right.

Meng Shaoyuan remembered that in movies and TV shows, whenever someone said, "Promise me to come back alive," that person would most likely have to receive a box lunch.

Bad luck, bad luck.

Meng Shaoyuan knew that Gracie could not understand Chinese. He was silent for a while and said to Wu Jingyi: "Tomorrow, if I am really beaten to death, let Gracie's children go and give her some money to let her go."

Let her leave China."

But Wu Jingyi said calmly: "I won't do it. If you want to do it, you can come back and do it yourself."

…

"Keke, I didn't, you just slept with Master Meng."

Yu Yanchu laughed so hard that her branches trembled: "But when he sees me, he always looks lewd and takes advantage of me whenever he finds an opportunity. Xuezhen, you are Master Meng's student. Tell me honestly, has your teacher ever eaten it?"

Your tofu.”
To be continued...