"Ruan Zhiyuan committed suicide by treason!"
While Cheng Xuyuan grabbed the telegram, he quickly supported his wife. After he sat in the chair, he picked up the telegram and looked at it.
These seven words came into your eyes, and Cheng Xuyuan's face changed drastically.
In the chilly spring weather, sweat beads oozing from the forehead.
How could this be!
Cheng Xuyuan whispered.
Yesterday, Ruan Zhiyuan led the team to successfully complete the sanction of the traitor Yang Fuyuan, which was a great contribution.
The commissioner's commendation order was immediately on him, and he was waiting to hold a high-level meeting of the Shanghai Station to read out the commendation.
How could I think so, I received a telegram from the headquarters of the Secret Service, saying that Ruan Zhiyuan was in trouble?!
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Cheng Xuyuan's mind was in a mess.
He lit a cigarette, took a few sips, and forced himself to calm down.
"Qianyun, the situation is urgent." Cheng Xuyuan said that Yun'er was his wife's nickname, so he called his wife "Qianyun".
His expression was solemn, "You pack your luggage immediately, bring your radio station, and evacuate with your children."
"Where to withdraw?" Gui Qian finally came to her senses and asked hurriedly.
"The Carnival Hotel in Fuxili Road, Betton District." Cheng Xuyuan took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke, "You and the children go there first, I will go there after I finish the matter."
"Suyuan--" Gui Qian said worriedly.
"Don't worry, I will arrive later." Cheng Xuyuan gritted his teeth and finally said, "If I didn't arrive before twelve o'clock today, you find the hotel owner, the boss's surname is Cha, and you tell him that you are Cheng Jinjie's family, and he will arrange for you to leave Shanghai."
"Suyuan--" Gui Qian showed a terrified expression.
"Remember what I said just now?" Cheng Xuyuan put his wife's shoulder.
"Remember, Fuxili Road, Jiahua Hotel, 12 o'clock, Boss Cha, we are Cheng Jinjie's family, and we are arranged to leave Shanghai." Gui Qian shivered and tears flowed down.
"Okay, just remember, just remember." Cheng Xuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I am alone, even if I want to hide it, there is a place to hide it. The only thing I care about is your mother. I will feel at ease when you are safe."
After saying that, Cheng Xuyuan opened the drawer, took out a Browning pistol, put it directly into his body, and kissed his wife's forehead, "I'm going, remember, pack up and transfer it immediately."
"Xuyuan, I'll wait for you." Gui Qian hugged her husband and sobbed in a low voice.
"There is no time left, pack up quickly." Cheng Xuyuan gritted his teeth, pushed his wife away, picked up his briefcase, took two steps, looked at his wife, and then turned around and left in a hurry.
Gui Qian wiped her tears and quickly cleaned up the radio. She could hear her husband talking to the children downstairs, "Mom takes you out for fun later, so be obedient."
"I know."
"Dad, come back early."
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Heavy snow is flying.
Cheng Xuyuan was in a hurry.
He observed the situation around him vigilantly, and did not see any suspicious people, and his heart was a little calm.
His relationship with Ruan Zhiyuan was relatively average, and Ruan Zhiyuan did not know where he lived, so it was a blessing.
Cheng Xuyuan called a rickshaw.
About half an hour later, it was estimated that it was far away from home, so Cheng Xuyuan paid the fare and got off.
After walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at a telegraph hall.
"Call." Cheng Xuyuan pressed his hat and placed a fiat currency in the window.
"Dialo it yourself." The staff took a look, took the money away, and said slowly.
"Please avoid it." Cheng Xuyuan whispered.
The staff glanced at him again and said impatiently, "What should I avoid? Make a call quickly."
Cheng Xuyuan secretly hated him, but he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only pick up the microphone and ask for an address.
...
This is the residence of Shanghai station manager Zheng Weilong.
Mrs. Zheng answered the phone.
"Sister, it's me, old Cheng." Cheng Xuyuan said in a low voice.
"Old Cheng, what happened early in the morning?" Mrs. Zheng asked.
"Where is Mr. Zheng?" he asked.
"Old Zheng drank too much last night and hasn't gotten up yet," said Mrs. Zheng.
Cheng Xuyuan cursed in his heart, anxious, "Sister, go and call Mr. Zheng to answer the phone."
"If you have anything to tell me, I'll call him later." Mrs. Zheng said.
Cheng Xuyuan took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, and was anxious. He looked at his telegraph office staff vigilantly, "Sister, tell Mr. Zheng that Lao Ruan lost the gambling and was detained, so he asked him to find a way immediately."
This is a secret code. If you lose money in a gambling, it means you are arrested by the enemy and detained by others, which means you are treason and surrendered to the enemy.
"I know, this old man is really crazy about gambling now." Mrs. Zheng complained.
"Sister, the matter is very urgent. You should wake up Mr. Zheng immediately and inform him."
"I know." Mrs. Zheng said.
Cheng Xuyuan hung up the phone. As soon as he looked up, he saw the staff of the Telegraph Department looking at him. He nodded slightly, pressed his hat and turned around and left quickly.
He called a rickshaw and Cheng Xuyuan came to another alley several streets, paid the fare and got off.
After observing the surrounding situation vigilantly, he turned to another alley and ran.
After running for five or six minutes, I arrived at an alley.
Hiding in a hidden place and observing for a while, then I came to a Shikumen house and knocked on the door hard.
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"Who?" Zheng Lijun's voice came from inside.
"I, Cheng Xuyuan." Cheng Xuyuan whispered.
"Old Cheng, why did you come to me at this time?" Zheng Lijun opened the door, "Didn't you make an appointment to meet in the morning?"
"What happened? The Wuhan headquarters called and Ruan Zhiyuan treasoned and surrendered to the enemy." Cheng Xuyuan said anxiously after entering the door.
"What?" Zheng Lijun was shocked, and then stomped his feet and cursed, "I knew, I knew that Ruan Zhiyuan had a problem. How could this fearful thing suddenly take on the task of sanctioning Yang Fuyuan?"
"Captain Zheng, the situation is urgent, and the headquarters ordered us to evacuate immediately."
"Where is the webmaster?"
"Ruan Zhiyuan doesn't know the address where we are waiting. The stationmaster is safe. I have called to warn you."
"Okay!" Zheng Lijun nodded, "No further ado, we will arrange for the evacuation immediately."
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Time goes back.
Zheng Weilong's home.
Mrs. Zheng came to the bedroom and looked at her husband who was snoring loudly.
She wanted to call her husband.
However, Zheng Weilong had a bad temper and was very angry when he woke up. If he was a little unhappy, he would beat and scold her at all times.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Zheng didn't dare to wake up Zheng Weilong.
Mrs. Zheng is not a member of the Secret Service, but an ordinary woman. For Ruan Zhiyuan, Cheng Xuyuan and others, she only thinks she is a shareholder who does business with her husband.
She thought about it and found that it was just a gambling money that was detained, and it was not a big deal. Ruan Zhiyuan was detained for a while, and it was just a long memory.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zheng gently closed the door and retreated. (PS2)
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After a while.
The phone rang in the living room downstairs. Mrs. Zheng picked up the phone and it was Mrs. An next door who invited her to play mahjong.
Soon, she changed into new clothes and dressed in a noble manner. She happily went out to play mahjong with her card friends' house.
More than twenty minutes later, Zheng Weilong finally woke up.
He patted his head, and after the hangover, he felt really a headache.
The Shanghai station successfully sanctioned Yang Fuyuan, but Zheng Weilong felt proud. He was a drunk person and drank a lot last night.
Zheng Weilong shouted a few times, but his wife disappeared, so he guessed that she was going to play mahjong again.
After looking at the time, he knew that he was sleeping late, Zheng Weilong cursed in anger and even broke a teacup.
After putting on his clothes and washing his face casually, Zheng Weilong came downstairs, "Where is the wife?"
"Sir, my wife went to Mrs. An's house to play mahjong," said the maid.
"Do you have a phone call to me?"
"I have a call to ask the gentleman and the wife to answer the call."
"This stupid woman." Zheng Weilong cursed again, but he didn't care much. He tied a scarf, put on a top hat, and hurried out.
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