Fortunately, the rickshaw made it all the way to the post office building in the public concession, and nothing unusual happened on the way.
Seeing the tall postal building, Lao Guo breathed a sigh of relief.
He sincerely hopes that Mu Yi will never be an underground traffic officer in the future. Like him, he hopes that Mu Yi will always be a high-quality source of intelligence, and will not have to live on a tightrope between life and death every day like him.
Even though he has to carry out such a mission every three or two days, walking on the streets with information or orders from the headquarters may lead to light spiritually, but may lead to destruction physically.
His heart was contracting every time. He didn't know how many years he could live, but he certainly wouldn't live long. He estimated that before he was fifty, his heart would be exhausted due to excessive wear and tear.
No matter how hard you are, you can't stand this kind of tossing every day for three days.
"However, maybe the Kuomintang will not let me live past the age of forty. If I really have the next ten years, I will earn them." Lao Guo laughed at himself in his heart.
How could he often walk by the river without getting his shoes wet? He would not be an exception, so he knew that his fate had been decided a long time ago. He might be caught by the enemy one day. If it was too late to commit suicide by taking poison, he would suffer the cruelty of the enemy.
tortured and finally shot to death mercilessly.
It's like a soldier on the battlefield. No one knows which bullet will kill him in which battle, but there will always be one, the one that is destined.
Soldiers always like to say: The bullet to kill me has not been made yet.
This is nothing more than a sign of optimism.
As long as you are a warrior, there is always a bullet made for you. The key depends on your mentality of accepting it. If it is for an ideal, this bullet will make your life noble.
When Lao Guo walked into the postal building, the coachman outside could not come in, so he would not know which mailbox Lao Guo used.
The comrade outside is Lao Guo's bodyguard. He does not know any top-secret information. He has only one task, which is to pull Lao Guo to perform intelligence delivery and collection tasks.
If he was surrounded by spies or police, he would pull out his gun and resist desperately, thus buying Lao Guo one to two minutes to deal with the intelligence on him or the orders from the headquarters.
They can be sacrificed, but the information and orders from the headquarters must not fall into the hands of the enemy.
There were not many people in the postal hall. Some people were handling postal services at the counter, and a few people were opening mailboxes and taking out their own letters or small packages.
Lao Guo took out the key and opened the mailbox No. 95 he rented.
He carefully put the small wooden box containing the information in and locked it. The delivery mission was only completed at this point.
He walked out of the post office building, returned to the rickshaw, and gave an address.
The rickshaw took him to an intersection on Jing'an North Road. Lao Guo did not get off the car, but stopped the car on the side of the road. Then he wrote the word "五" in yellow chalk on a pine telephone pole, which represented the number five.
Delivery point.
He was afraid that someone was causing trouble, so he erased the code, went to an alley, and left the code "五" again on the wall of the alley. After doing this, he took a rickshaw back to his bookstore.
The rickshaw driver pulled the rickshaw back to the narrow alley, then took off his uniform and continued to play the role of the character tester.
Today is not a day for delivering and receiving information, but Mr. Dong suddenly felt uneasy, which may be related to the strange situation in Shanghai.
I was originally planning to receive a telegram from the headquarters today. If there is new information, I should also send it to the headquarters.
He suddenly thought, might other comrades in Shanghai's underground party organization have also obtained information from different channels? If so, the accuracy would be higher if the information from different sources was compared.
The Japanese army is about to attack Shanghai. It can be imagined that the situation in Shanghai during this period must be changing rapidly. He must constantly summarize the intelligence received and send it to the headquarters in a timely manner.
Nothing happened, so he got dressed and went downstairs, found a rickshaw and gave him an address.
This address must pass through Jing'an North Road. When passing by, Mr. Dong felt a little nervous and a little surprised.
Since someone left the code "五" on the pine telephone pole, it means that the information has been deposited at the delivery point. Today is not a normal delivery day, which means that the information is very important.
He got off the bus halfway, then walked across a street and got into a rickshaw and came to the postal building.
He took out the key and opened the mailbox. Sure enough, there was information inside. He took out the wooden box, wrapped it in a scarf, then held it in his arms and walked out of the building.
He changed to a rickshaw again and told an intermediate address. When he arrived at the place, he paid and got off the car and casually entered an alley.
After coming out of the alley, he got into a rickshaw again and gave another address. When he got there, he paid to get off the car. This time he crossed a street and walked through two alleys. He made sure again that no one was following him before walking back.
Wanguo Apartment.
Back in the house, he opened the wooden box, took out the information and browsed through it. He was surprised and smiled bitterly.
What was surprising was that the first part of the information he got confirmed what Lu Ming said yesterday. Of course he didn't know that the source of this information was Lu Ming next door, but he just traveled around half of Shanghai and came back here.
Mr. Dong started to scratch his head after reading all the intelligence contents. After the intelligence was converted into a telegram, it would probably take half the night to be sent, but the content was indeed very important and must be sent as soon as possible for the headquarters leaders to make decisions as a reference.
He knew that once the report was sent for a long time, there was only one result, which was to wait for the Kuomintang agents to knock on the door.
Fortunately, Lu Ming gave him a legal cover, otherwise, he would never have dared to send such a long message.
The message he sent last time was not too long, but he was blocked in the Wanguo Apartment by people from the Telecommunications Investigation Division of the Songhu Security Command.
He was still very grateful to Lu Ming, but he didn't know which side Lu Ming was on. But for now, at least Lu Ming was not on the opposite side, and was leaning towards the Shanghai underground party.
However, the higher-level party organization has clearly issued an order not to promote Lu Ming as an organizational comrade for the time being. Therefore, there is no need to explain certain things to him clearly, and we will wait until the time is right before making a final decision.
"Come on, let's get started." Mr. Dong began to decode the message.
Mr. Dong has money now, and supplies are no longer in short supply, but he is still reluctant to spend money on nutritional supplements, so he brews strong tea in an enamel jar. The tea is Fujian Chong'an Tongmuguan black tea: Lapsang given by Lu Ming yesterday.
Souchong.
He originally planned to send these in-demand supplies back to the base area, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that the cost of transporting these items back to the base area was too high, and they might be interrogated and robbed halfway.
What's more, what the base area needs most is not luxury goods, but medicines, guns and ammunition, and various daily necessities.
If he occupies a very tight transportation channel that was built at the expense of countless comrades to transport luxury goods specifically to the head of the headquarters, it would be a serious violation of organizational discipline.
Being well-intentioned but violating discipline and making mistakes is not consistent with his status as an old party member, so he has no choice but to enjoy it for himself and wait for the opportunity to explain it to the organization in the future.
He took a sip of tea, opened another can of Sanwu cigarettes, lit one, and then began to concentrate on the dispatching work.
To send a telegram, you need to first send a call sign and contact the receiving station. After the other station responds with a signal, indicating that the opposite station has been connected and is ready to receive the telegram, the telegram can be officially sent.
After the message is sent, in order to ensure that there are no errors in the message, the other party will have to send the received message back for verification. The sender will notify the other party after verifying that it is correct. Only in this way can the message sending process be completed.
Turning on the radio and sending signals aimlessly is making up a story, not sending a telegram.
Even so, electromagnetic signals in the air can still be monitored by many monitoring stations, but they can only detect the password. There is no corresponding code book to decode, and what they get is just a bunch of numbers.
After the telegram was translated into code, Mr. Dong began to call the headquarters. After a while, he received a response from the headquarters, so he began to send the message.