"I know that Mr. Lu is the chief secretary and financial director of Lanyishe Shanghai Branch." Mr. Dong said calmly.
"It's good to know, but I can't provide you with any information. I can only tell you to be more careful in everything." Lu Ming said with a bitter smile.
"Understood, completely understood. We have prepared for the worst and made the best preparations," Mr. Dong said with a smile.
He really admired Lu Ming. This young man had too many shining points, but it was a pity that they were not used in the right places and were completely buried or wasted.
Mr. Dong has already sent a message to the headquarters, requesting further efforts to win over Lu Ming. He cannot watch him slide into the abyss. Unfortunately, the headquarters has not called back.
"Mr. Dong, I'm not overly concerned. You are all a group of people living ascetic lives. Funds must be very tight, right?" Lu Ming asked.
"This... I won't trouble you." Mr. Dong shook his head.
"No, that's what I think. If you are inconspicuous by yourself and don't spend money, others won't be able to tell. If my wife comes over and doesn't spend money, it will arouse all kinds of unwarranted suspicions." Lu Ming reminded.
"This... is the same, I..." Mr. Dong didn't know what to say.
"The expenses for two people will definitely increase a lot. You live here and your food, clothing, housing and transportation are not too bad, so I want to give you a job. I don't know if that's okay." Lu Ming said with a smile.
"I'm afraid not. I have to stay in the house every day and receive instructions from my superiors at any time." Mr. Dong calmly refused.
"It's not a contradiction. What I mean is this. I have told the outside world that you are a telegraph operator hired by me. Can you really work as a telegraph operator for me as well? I can pay you a salary of one hundred yuan a month, which is not much.
, this is the salary of a telegraph operator at the telegraph office." Lu Ming said with a smile.
"You still need to send a telegram?" Mr. Dong was surprised.
"I am a special correspondent of the Washington Post. All my articles need to be sent to the newspaper. I just don't know if having you concurrently serve as my telegraph operator conflicts with your work discipline." Lu Ming said truthfully.
"No conflict, no conflict." Mr. Dong said in surprise.
Mr. Dong was sweating profusely as he spoke. He knew that he was excited. He was short of funds. He had stopped working for almost a year.
Funds in the base area are even tighter, and we really can't afford to provide funds to underground workers like them, so we have to let them figure out their own solutions.
Comrades outside can earn living expenses by opening bookstores or small shops, but as a telegraph operator who maintains contact with the headquarters, he can only stay in the house every day and has no income at all.
Over the past year, he has mostly lived on steamed buns, pickles and boiled water. Even so, all his clothes and other valuables have been pawned.
In view of his special situation, the superior department decided to send a female comrade to assist him in his work. In fact, the purpose was to let the female comrade find something to do and earn money as living expenses for the two of them.
"But you gave too much, just give me fifty yuan a month." Mr. Dong knew that Lu Ming was supporting him in disguise.
"It's not much. Even if I look for a telegraph operator outside, I still get this price. You don't have to think too much."
Lu Ming really wanted to give Mr. Dong more money, but this would damage his self-esteem.
Telegraph operators at that time were high-end jobs, and of course they received high salaries. Telegraph operators in the Blue Clothes Club could earn more than 200 yuan a month.
Lu Ming took out a 600-yuan banknote and said it was half a year's salary in advance. Regardless of whether Mr. Dong accepted it or not, he just stuffed it into his hand.
Mr. Dong had no choice but to accept it. He really needed the money. With this money, he could redeem his clothes and a commemorative gold pen.
At this moment, Mr. Dong was almost out of ammunition and food, and Lu Ming's money was like rain after a long drought.
Lu Ming took a code book from the bookshelf, which was the code he used to communicate with Frank, and handed it to Mr. Dong.
"This is the code for sending to the United States. It contains the call sign and frequency of the other party. You will naturally understand these better. These two articles are the articles I want to send. Please help me compile them." Lu Ming handed Mr. Dong two more
An article he recently wrote about Shanghai Observation.
Mr. Dong took it and looked at it.
"Yes, do you know English?" Lu Ming then realized that his article was written in English.
"Do I know English? I have studied in the UK for four years, specializing in British opera. I know the complete works of Shakespeare by heart. Do you want me to recite a whole section of lines for you?" Mr. Dong said proudly.
"No need, you are awesome." Lu Ming gave a thumbs up, sincerely convinced.
The lines in "Shakespeare" plays can be spoken easily, and a whole line of lines can be memorized. Not only must you be talented, but you must also have a strong memory.
He somewhat understood why Mr. Dong was a telecommunications expert. Telecommunications indeed required a very strong memory.
Mr. Dong looked at it for a while and couldn't help but be fascinated. He suddenly said: "Mr. Lu, can I send your article to my comrades to read?"
"Are my observations and some thoughts useful to you?" Lu Ming asked in surprise.
"To laymen, these articles of yours are just Shanghai observations, to insiders they are rare information, and they are all high-quality information. They are certainly useful for us to analyze and judge the domestic and international situations." Mr. Dong said excitedly.
"Then take it and use it. There are many more here. They are all written by me before. Take what you think is useful. My articles are public information and do not need to be kept confidential. Anyone can read them." Lu Ming took another page from the bookshelf.
I took a folder off and kept every article I had ever written in a thick stack.
"That's great, thank you, Mr. Lu." Mr. Dong said excitedly. After getting these things, he seemed to have discovered a gold mine, and he was even happier than he had just received Lu Ming's money.
"By the way, if I want to publish your article, the number of submissions will be huge. Is it unsafe?" Mr. Dong asked doubtfully.
"No problem, just send it. You don't need to put it away after sending it. Just put it on the table. You just need to hide your code book. This radio station is officially approved and will not be monitored."
Lu Ming laughed.
"That's great." Mr. Dong rushed away happily.
Lu Ming was sitting alone in front of the window. He didn't know it when night fell, but the female reporter's voice echoed over and over again in his ears: "Where is your conscience?" "Where is your conscience?" "You
Do you only believe in freedom, equality and democracy?”
He knows where his conscience is, but his conscience is really hurt. Maybe what he did to Mr. Dong is also a kind of self-salvation.
He wanted to find an opportunity to have a good talk with the female reporter from The Times, but what could he talk to her about? That girl had already become his enemy. No, not yet, she looked down on him.
Also, An Gonggen dodged and then disappeared. We had to find him quickly. It was not difficult to explain to him, but it seemed that we couldn't pour beans out of a bamboo tube. Let's tell him everything.
This was so aggrieved that Lu Ming already felt like a spy before he officially started working at the Blue Clothes Club. He could only speak half of what he said and let others guess the rest.
The next day, Lu Ming changed his clothes and stuffed the blue uniform under the bed. He vowed never to wear this rubbish uniform again.
In fact, this blue uniform was hand-sewn from high-grade wool serge fabric and was very expensive. However, when Lu Ming saw this uniform, he thought of fascists and Nazis, and he became angry and wanted to burn it with a fire.
Fortunately, Yuan Mingzhu and Sheng Muyi didn't let him see him wearing this clothes, otherwise they wouldn't know how to laugh at him.
People are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts. If you wear these clothes at night, you will definitely scare the children to tears.
He put on corduroy trousers, a coarse plaid tweed jacket, brown double-layer leather shoes on the inside and outside, a navy blue cashmere coat with a fur collar, and a woolen top hat on his head.
Holding an umbrella or a civilized stick in your hand is the perfect British style.
No matter what the people in the club wear, they like this way of dressing up and acting this way, so let them go whatever they want.
He went downstairs and got into his car. His car had air conditioning. It was said that it was one of the first Cadillacs to be equipped with air conditioning. He didn't know whether it was true or not. He could only believe half of what the smuggler Ning Zetao said.