"Boss Zhou, good luck, I will keep the second volume of that book for me." Peng and Ou stood at the door of Fenfa Bookstore and repeatedly reminded the owner of the bookstore Zhou Hongsu.
"Sure, certain." Zhou Hongsu bowed and said with a smile, "You can't read the first volume and keep reading the second volume. That's not something that people do."
"It's good that you know." Peng Yuou sighed, "You don't know, the kind of pain that you can't see the follow-up after you see halfway."
"Boss Zhou, remember."
The professor of the Chinese Department of Fudan Public School shook his head and got on a rickshaw. He had not forgotten to poke his head out and reminded the owner of the bookstore.
Peng and Ou had no classes in the afternoon.
Go straight home.
Ma Shao is not at home.
At this time, you should go to the dead mailbox of Huiya Bookstore in Honolulu Road to get information.
As agreed, go to get information once a day morning and evening.
Maybe there is intelligence, maybe there is no intelligence.
However, Ma Shao must check it twice a day without moving.
This ensures the timeliness of intelligence in non-risk meetings.
Peng and Ou went upstairs, came to their study, and took out a box of treasured tea from the cabinet.
I looked at the tea jar reluctantly, and finally smiled, muttered that I was such a stingy person, and then put the tea jar in my handbag.
Another wooden box was pulled out from under the bed, and there was an unopened cigarette inside, and another one had been opened, leaving only five packs of cigarettes.
He put the unopened cigarette into his handbag directly.
He walked downstairs with his bag.
I happened to see Ma Shao return home.
"Mama Shao, I'll go out tonight and I won't have dinner at home." Peng Yuou said.
"Mr. Peng, information." Shao Ma took out a note and handed it to Peng Yuou.
Peng and Ou had a solemn expression and took the note.
"As soon as Cao Yufu was released, he was arrested by the Special High School. He immediately treasoned and confessed in full. He suggested that the party comrades and patriotic friends who Cao Yu knew should immediately evacuate Shanghai, urgently!"
After reading the words on the note, Peng and Ou suddenly realized.
The government was not making a flip-flop when Cao Yu disappeared, but it turned out that he was captured by the Japanese.
Now that I have figured it out, I have also made an explanation for the government.
The Red Party members did not do anything bad, but being bitten by the other party is always a troublesome thing.
The emergency information of "Flame" was like timely rain, resolving Peng and Ou's confusion and anxiety.
...
Peng Yuou came to No. 21, Dofuri, Fuxu Road, with the pork head meat, edamame, a bottle of sorghum wine bought on the road, and a bag filled with tea and a cigarette.
This is a new-style Shikumen residential building with brick and wood structure facing north and south with two floors and two bottoms.
Knocked gently on the door.
Soon, footsteps came and someone asked softly inside, "Who?"
"The big cousin of Yixing."
"Sir, you've made a mistake. My husband has no relatives in Yixing."
"You can't be wrong. Your husband is from Taizhou, and I used to be from Taizhou."
With a creak, the door opened.
Peng and Ou entered the door, nodded with the young comrade who had just spoken, and went straight upstairs.
In the study room upstairs, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was writing at his desk. He heard the sound and sniffed his nose, "Little Ouyang, I'm just greedy. I'll just say I haven't seen meat for a month. You really have bought pork head meat. Our allowance is not enough."
Peng and Ou smiled without saying a word, put the thing on the chair, and directly unscrewed the wine bottle.
He also fanned with his hands.
"Wine?" The middle-aged man sniffed his nose, his face changed, almost jumping up, scolding, "I said Xiao Ouyang, there is wine and meat, this is really a big day? Drink the northwest wind next meal!"
Then he turned his head and saw Peng and Ou who were smiling and looking at him.
"Oh! Old Peng!" The middle-aged man was stunned at first, walked over directly, and his right leg was hit by a chair. He didn't care about it, so he came up and hugged Peng and Ou directly.
Then, the two looked at each other.
"Comrade Peng and Ou, you have taken a lot of money!"
"Comrade 'Farmer', you have also become a lot darker."
The two laughed and hugged each other again!
"How did I smell the cigarette?" Comrade 'Farmer' sniffed his nose.
"You, no wonder Chang bald head scolded him angrily, saying that your nose is more flexible than a dog!" Peng Yuou said with a smile.
As soon as he took out the cigarette from his bag, he was taken over by the "farmer" and quickly tore open the packaging, took out a pack of cigarettes, unpacked it, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out a foreign fire, lit a match, and took a deep breath.
Looking at Peng Yuou's eyes as he looked at him, the 'farmer' laughed, "It's been two days since the food was out of stock!"
As he said that, he spitted out a cigarette ring and squinted his eyes comfortably, "It's only you, Peng Fuyu, just bring a cigarette. In the northwest, the teacher didn't have such a generous hand."
"I'm not so generous," Peng Yuou said, "This is the help of Comrade 'fire'."
Seeing the expression of the 'farmer' becoming serious, Peng Yuou smiled and explained, "Don't look at me with that look. Of course I know organizational discipline. Old Peng, I didn't take money from Comrade Flame, and didn't ask for anything. Of course, I got two cigarettes in total. Comrade Flame knew that I had no food and was on credit, and I had already paid the cigarette money for a cigarette."
Comrade ‘Farmer’ picked up the cigarette, looked at the packaging, and confirmed that it was the most common golden brand cigarette on the market, and then nodded.
It’s not that he is unkind, but that comrades with good living conditions give them two cigarettes, which is not a big deal.
However, it is no trivial to put it on Comrade ‘Flame’.
Any items from Comrade "Flame" that appear in Peng Yuou's hands must be particularly vigilant, and items that are directed and should not appear in Peng Yuou's hands must be avoided.
"How is that little guy now?" asked Comrade 'Farmer'.
"Wow, talk about that boy." Peng and Ou ate a small piece of pork head meat, "It's so majestic."
He took a sip of wine, "In Shanghai, especially in the French Concession, everyone knows about Commander Xiao Cheng."
As he said that, he pointed to Comrade ‘Farmer’, “Even if you are old farmer, if you encounter trouble in the French Concession, you will give you three points of face when you report Xiao Cheng’s name.”
Comrade ‘Farmer’ laughed loudly when he heard this. After laughing, he sighed, “This child has suffered.”
Peng Yuou was also silent. He naturally knew very well how complex and cruel the environment Cheng Qianfan was in, and how much pressure this young man was. It can even be said that "fire" must open his eyes even when he sleeps!
The two were smoking cigarettes, a plate of pork head meat, a stack of edamames, and drinking wine.
Drink and chat.
Chatting and drinking.
His hands were shaking and his eyes were red.
Many names that appeared in the chat between the two, and so many familiar names, were gone... Their blood dyed the earth red!
...
Hongkou District belongs to the British and American public concessions, but many people have begun to call Hongkou District the Japanese concession.
In the second year of Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty, the British and American concessions merged to form the so-called public concession.
In the 25th year of the Guangxu period, the public concession further expanded its territory.
At this stage, the Japanese power was actually expanding rapidly.
They had the ambition to covet Chinese territory before and after the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895. They had been deliberately trying to expand their sphere of influence in China by any means and had their own concessions in other Chinese cities. Naturally, they could not be moved by Shanghai. They also wanted to establish a real concession in Shanghai.
However, in the end, they were unable to obtain an officially recognized concession license in Shanghai.
Of course, this is not the threat of the former Qing dynasty to reject Japan. The reason is that when the British and American public concessions expanded in the 25th year of the Guangxu period, the Qing government and the great powers made an agreement: In addition to the French concession, which had already been a fait-for-fact, Shanghai will join the public concession in the future and will no longer set up exclusive concessions.
This is naturally a countermeasure adopted by the old imperialism to protect its vested interests and restrict later generations from grabbing the "cake".
The old-fashioned imperialism led by Britain opposed Japan's establishment of Japanese concessions in Shanghai.
The Japanese knew that their power was not enough to compete with the old imperialists at this time, so they could only endure it.
Since everyone in the public concession had a share, Japan turned to the public concession (Hongkou) to establish its own circle of power.
In the 26th year of the Guangxu period (1900), there were only about 800 Japanese in Shanghai.
Now, there are nearly 80,000 Japanese in the entire public concession.
The Japanese not only opened shops in Hongkou, set up factories, set up schools, hospitals, theaters, shrines, and organized Japanese clubs, but also built barracks, set up military playgrounds, stationed troops, established Marine Corps headquarters, and even set up posts and held guards at will and patrol in an armed manner.
It can be said that once the Second Battle of Shanghai broke out, Hongkou District would be a deadly nail placed by the Japanese army in the hinterland of Shanghai!
DiSway Road.
A black Nissan car parked on the side of the road.
In the back seat, Cheng Qianfan sat quietly, playing with a Weblezcoto revolver in his hand.
On his legs, there was a Chicago typewriter quietly.
He was standing at his feet a special violin case.
If you encounter a dial check, this Chicago typewriter can be disassembled and placed into the violin case in an instant.
"Have you changed the license plate?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"I changed it, I changed it when I went out." Li Hao in the driver's seat said.
"Is the oil full?" Cheng Qianfan asked again.
"Filled up." Li Hao said, turning his head, smiling bitterly to Cheng Qianfan, "Brother Fan, I'm not a novice anymore."
He saw that before Brother Fan got in the car, he circled around the car, looked at the license plate, and checked the fuel tank and tires.
Now let’s ask again.
"I hope you can be as cautious as a novice, and pass all the details in your mind before every action." Cheng Qianfan said seriously, "Haozi, remember what I said."
"I understand." Li Hao nodded.
Cheng Qianfan gently lifted the curtain of the car and looked outside.
This is one of the most prosperous streets in Hongkou District and is known as the "Dongyang Street".
Japanese shops can be found everywhere on the street, including Japanese restaurants, raw fish shops, dim sum shops, clog shops, satin shops, and kimono shops... They are colorful and rich in oriental style.
Cheng Qianfan's expression was gloomy, and the name "Dongyang Street" made him feel angry and a huge sense of shame.
Just like him, the names of the Bedang District, Xiafei District, Tailas Die Road, Lafide Road, etc. in the French Concession are just like this. This is the shame imposed by imperialism on the Chinese. No, to be precise, it is the shame imposed by imperialism on the Chinese land and the mark of shame on the Chinese!
He and his comrades threw their heads, sprinkled their blood, and threw themselves into the red wave, to wash away these marks of shame and build a country that belongs to the people. There are no more foreign names representing shame, nor are there such so-called Japanese-style streets as ‘Dongyang Street’ on Desway Road!
"Brother Fan, why don't you tell the little Taoist priest that we cut off the rear for him on DiSway Road." Li Hao asked.
"The enemy is very strong, we must grow rapidly. In the process of growth, bleeding and sacrifice are inevitable." Cheng Qianfan said, "I hope everyone can grow rapidly!"
As he said that, Cheng Qianfan looked at the watch on his wrist, and it was still a quarter of an hour before Zhuo Yun's action began.
The goal of this trip, "Qingtian dress", appeared in his mind.
This is a Japanese dress shop. The owner, Kazuo Akita, is a Japanese with a very good temper. The dress shop has a very good craftsmanship and is quite famous.
Ichigo Qingtian is very polite to anyone.
He would be very kind to the Chinese beggar passing by the door and take the initiative to deliver a bowl of rice.
Liu Mingfei, the president of Wenyou Club, once wrote an article: Mr. Kazuo Qingtian, whose souls are shining, uses this to praise the kindness of the Japanese and wave the flag and cheer for the Japanese.
Qingtian's wife, Mrs. Qingtian, is also very kind. She will give the old clothes at home to poor Chinese neighbors and give the leftover food at home to the beggar. She once ate the leftover rice balls from their house.
Even Chinese people who hate Japanese people very much will give thumbs up when they mention the couple of Qingtian and their dressing shop.
It took about ten minutes.
"Let's go, drive five hundred meters forward." Cheng Qianfan said.
Li Hao started the car, drove forward for about 500 meters, and stopped on the side of the road again.
Cheng Qianfan slightly lifted the curtain and saw the sign of "Qingtian Dress". At the door of the store, Qingtian Ifu in a suit and ties was holding a tape ruler in his hand. His beautiful wife wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The male host smiled and talked to his wife, then put down the tape ruler, lowered her head and recorded it on the notebook.
At this time, a customer walked out of the store. Ichifu Qingtian quickly put down the paper and pen in his hand and bowed enthusiastically to deliver it.
Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart, and a trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes.
I'm afraid no one knows that this Japanese shop owner who everyone praises is actually a ruthless executioner with Chinese blood on his hands.
Ichifu Qingtian, a senior torture agent in Shanghai Special High School.
Cheng Qianfan accidentally learned about this person's identity from Sanbenshilang half a year ago, but in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he never touched Qiefu Qingtian.
Today, at Cherry Lane near DiSway Road, Zhuo Yun led the second group of Action to launch the action.
Cheng Qianfan decided to support him here.
Qingtian Ichifu and his dressing shop are the props in Cheng Qianfan's hands at this time. If necessary, he will decisively destroy this prop.
Chapter completed!