~.-~     Xiao Lang is a top student in the Civil Engineering Department of Tsinghua University, but he is also an expert in playing **. I thought that when I first met, I personally blew up the reefs in the Huai River, which left a deep impression on Chen Zikun. There is no shortage of passionate men in the guerrilla area, but there are no cultural and skilled intellectuals. I believe that the arrival of Mayor Xiao can greatly improve the backward situation of weapons and equipment...

The meeting did not last long. After just half an hour, they went their separate ways. Xiao Lang entered the mountain and Chen Zikun went to the sea. The two of them said goodbye in the Jiangbei Plain, where the artillery towers were lined with gun towers. April days actually had a desolate atmosphere. The road ahead was long and difficult and obstacles, and they were all in one voice: "Take care."

Chen Zikun had no choice but to go to the sea. The Japanese army implemented a cage policy and divided the Jiangbei into pieces with roads and artillery towers. The team could not get any material support in the Daqingshan Mountains. Not to mention weapons and equipment, eating salt became a problem. Chongqing could not count on it, so it could only take action in person to think of a solution.

After two years of occupation, the enemy-occupied area gradually became calm under high pressure rule. Chen Zikun took a passenger ship arranged by Zeng Jiao to the provincial capital first and took a quick look. The people on the street were all dressed in the face. The former official residence on Songlin Road had become the villa of the Japanese commander. A new iron bridge was built on Huaijiang. It is said that it was designed and constructed by the Japanese. From a distance, the quality was excellent, and the traffic was bustling. The overall atmosphere of the city was even more peaceful than that of Chongqing.

Chen Zikun is not a person who is prone to feelings for the scene, but he can't help but feel sad when he sees this scene. For the common people, no matter who is in power, life must continue. When they get used to this kind of rule, China will slowly perish, just like when the Ming Dynasty died in the Qing Dynasty three hundred years ago.

While he was standing by the river and pondering, Shuangxi was always on the side to watch. This young bandit from Nantai at that time had grown into a capable man in his thirties, and his military rank had been promoted to the school, but he had always served as Chen Zikun's adjutant, working diligently and conscientiously.

Chen Zikun asked him: "Shuangxi, do you think China will perish?"

Shuangxi said: "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. I can't say whether China will perish, but we are soldiers, but no matter how many people die, why do we care about so many things if we die."

This is so bold. If all Chinese soldiers have this kind of mortal attitude, then China will definitely not die. Chen Zikun patted Shuangxi's shoulder and said, "I have been with me for so many years as an adjutant, and I will bury you. When this errand is finished, I will send you down to be a regiment commander."

Shuangxi said: "I'm not that piece of material, it's better to be your adjutant."

Chen Zikun smiled and said nothing.

The tickets from the provincial capital to the sea are not easy to buy. The ticket windows are bustling outside the ticket windows, and people line up to buy tickets with colorful banknotes. The currency in the Japanese-occupied area is very messy, including the Huaxing scroll of the Reform Government, the Lianyin scroll of the North China flows through, and the Japanese military tickets and the fiat currency issued by the National Government. The most strongest one is the fiat currency, while the least recognized one is the military ticket.

This made Chen Zikun very pleased. At least in the eyes of ordinary people, the money of the Chongqing government is easier to use than the money of the Japanese, which means that everyone thinks that the Japanese don’t last long.

After finally buying two boat tickets, I came to the sea and secretly contacted Li Yaoting and met him at a contact point in the French Concession.

"Oh, Brother Kun, why do you look like this?" Li Yaoting looked at Chen Zikun, who was dressed in a beard and dressed in a coolie, and could not believe his eyes.

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "My target is too obvious. It would be bad if I was stared at by No. 76."

Li Yaoting said: "What are the plans for coming this time?"

Chen Zikun said: "I have received the title of deputy commander-in-chief of the Third War Zone to raise food and supplies. I have no authority and Chongqing has no support. I can only find a way for myself. The motorcycles transported from Hong Kong were originally intended to be transported to fight guerrilla warfare, but it is not enough to use the current form. It is better to sell them in the sea, exchange them for machines, and smuggle the medicines back to Jiangbei."

Li Yaoting said: "There is a shortage of gasoline at sea, and motorcycles may not be easy to sell. I think of a solution. The transportation process is difficult. You know, the concession is an isolated island, and the periphery is full of Japanese people. There is no military commander of the military police headquarters. Even if there is a bag of food or a bullet, you can't transport it out. But you can ask your brother-in-law for help. He is now a celebrity in the Wang government."

"Oh, what are Yan Qingyu doing now?"

"How is the Deputy Director of the Propaganda Department of the National Government? It's so great, but you need to add a fake character to the front."

"That's the case, then I'll see him."

...

After secret contact, Chen Zikun and Yan Qingyu met in a cafe in the French Concession. Yan Qingyu's style was indeed different from before. He came in a black sedan with a government license plate and brought two tough and capable entourages.

"Okay, I'll be a high-ranking official without saying a word, Deputy Chief Yan." Chen Zikun teased.

Yan Qingyu said: "The official of the Wang government is uncountable. I, the deputy director of the Propaganda Department, is just like bullshit, just to make up for the numbers. Isn't it just relying on the support of the Japanese and forced into it? Do you know Xu Tingge? Like me, he is a member of the imperial organs and was also stuffed into the Ministry of Justice and became the deputy director. In fact, it is not an insider installed by the Japanese, for fear that the people of the Wang faction will dominate."

Chen Zikun said: "Xu Tingge has also become the deputy chief, which is not bad."

Yan Qingyu said: "You don't know that the chaos in the Wang government, the faction is complicated, and the intrigue has come to an open face. Attorney General Luo Junqiang and the agent director Li Shiqun were disagreeable and wanted to kill him. Li Shiqun also found a group of assassins and plotted against Luo Junqiang all day long. Minister of Interior Mei Siping and Minister of Social Affairs Ding Mo Estate are incompatible. Li Shiqun, who is also the head of No. 76, and Ding Mo Estate, cannot pee in the same pot. On the senior level, Zhou Fohai and Chen Gongbo are also incompatible."

Chen Zikun said: "It's not easy to be an official of the Wang government."

Yan Qingyu said: "Not that. In addition to internal strife, we also have to deal with assassination from Chongqing. At the end of last year, Ding Molei was almost killed by the people from the Central Commission for Transport. It is said that he had made a mistake at the last moment. The girl was in her early twenties and was secretly executed."

Chen Zikun sighed: "The Central Commission for Assassination is not as professional as the Military Commission. However, assassination is not the case after all. The focus of intelligence is to collect information from all aspects of military, politics, culture and economy for decision-making by the Supreme Government. If you are assassinating blindly, you will inevitably lose the worst."

Yan Qingyu said: "It's a pity that Chongqing does not value you. He actually sent him to Jiangbei to fight guerrillas. He is useless. Even the people from the imperial organs say it's a pity and are preparing to instigate you."

Chen Zikun smiled contemptuously: "Suppose I am against me? Should I ask Wang Jingwei to give up the throne to me? I won't mention this matter for now. Tell me about the officials of the Wang government, what else do besides internal strife?"

Li Yaoting said: "The advanced ones are fighting for power and profit, and the middle-level people like Wu Sibao Lin Zhijiang are busy plundering people's wealth. They are determined to control the opium transactions in the sea, but this business has been taken over by our imperial authorities. No. 76 dare not attack the Japanese, so they picked up soft persimmons and assassinated Sheng Wenyi several times. If it weren't for the Japanese military police protecting him, people would have killed him."

Chen Zikun laughed: "It's interesting, it's just a matter of troubled waters, but your deputy director of the Propaganda Department doesn't seem to be very rich. It's better to have powerful departments such as the Ministry of Justice, Police, and Social Affairs."

Yan Qingyu smiled bitterly: "I don't want to do it either, but I am a movie star and I'm in a promotional manner. In fact, I'm just relying on you to make a fuss. If you didn't ask me to make a suggestion, the Japanese wouldn't be respected, and the Mongolian garrison raised the price of Rehe opium too high and the profits were greatly affected. If nothing unexpected happens, Jiangbei soil will definitely squeeze out Rehe soil this time."

Chen Zikun sneered: "Whether the land in Jiangbei can be harvested depends on..."

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came in outside and greeted from afar: "Chief Yan is so elegant."

Yan Qingyu saw the visiting person and stood up to shake hands: "Calent Hu didn't go to the ministry today?"

The man smiled and said, "I went to the newspaper office for lunch and asked a friend from the literary and art world to play bridge at noon. Who is this?" He looked at Chen Zikun.

Yan Qingyu said perfunctorily: "An old friend just came from another place."

Chen Zikun nodded slightly, feeling that the man's eyes were erratic and unsteady, but his temperament was not like a spy.

The man left with a smile, and Yan Qingyu said, "Oh no, it's not a good thing to be seen by him."

"Who is this person?"

"Hu Lancheng, like me, is the deputy director of the Propaganda Department, but he is a real position and also serves as the chief editor of China Daily. It's unlike me that I just had a false title."

"Oh, shameless literati, what's the danger?"

"You don't know that he is very close to the gang of people No. 76, and he is a journalist, and he is very smart and has the ability to remember everything he has. It is hard to guarantee that he doesn't know your face."

After saying this, Chen Zikun was a little nervous. He was not afraid of his whereabouts being broken, but was afraid of having any bad effects on Yan Qingyu. It would be a pity that the Wang government had finally arranged such a level of personnel to be lost.

Yan Qingyu got up and walked over, and came back for a moment and said, "Hu Lancheng is not here, I must have reported the news, let's go."

After leaving the cafe, Chen Zikun took Yan Qingyu's bulletproof car and pondered all the way. After arriving at the destination, he suddenly said: "It will be leaked when you and I meet. When they ask, you will just say that..."

After giving a face-to-face instruction, Yan Qingyu nodded repeatedly.

Sure enough, after Yan Qingyu returned to his residence, he was immediately summoned to the imperial organ for questioning. King Yusu sat opposite him with a smile, holding a cup of coffee and said, "Yansang, where did you go at noon?"

Yan Qingyu said calmly: "I'm going to meet someone."

"Oh, can you tell me who this person is?"

"Of course, I'm just about to report that this person is Chen Zikun, the commander-in-chief of Jiangbei Guerrilla Zone appointed by Chongqing."

"What did you talk about when you met him?" King Yusuo smiled and hid his knife.

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Chapter completed!