After returning to the apartment, Lu Ming knocked on Mr. Dong's door. When Mr. Dong saw it was Lu Ming, he immediately invited him in.
An Yi just said hello to Lu Ming politely, then hid in the inner room and did not show up again.
Lu Ming didn't pay attention and told him about the explosion. He thought that Mr. Dong and his organization would be very happy to know the details of the incident earlier.
Of course, Lu Ming did not say that he planned this incident. He learned all this information from foreign journalist friends.
Mr. Dong was indeed very excited and prepared to convey the news to the headquarters soon.
After Lu Ming left, An Yi walked out of it.
Mr. Dong smiled and said: "How about it? You have heard it, right? Lu Ming is a very stable and reliable source of intelligence for us."
"Who knows what he is worried about? We can easily learn this information without him providing it. The headlines of all newspapers in Shanghai tomorrow will definitely be about the explosion in Hongkou Park." An Yi said disdainfully.
An Yi has firm organizational principles in her mind, making it impossible for her to trust the leader of the Fuxing Society, who is now the number one enemy identified by her superiors.
Mr. Dong said angrily: "Why are you like this? Is it wrong for people to take the initiative to provide us with information?"
"He has provided us with such unimportant information. How can you be sure whether it is bait? Comrade, the enemy is very cunning. When dealing with the enemy, it is not enough to have an eye. You must have eyes all over your body and a mind all over your body.
That's all." An Yi taught.
Mr. Dong was so angry that he shook his head and was speechless. This matter was inherently contradictory and he couldn't explain it clearly.
In fact, a lot of information about Fuxing Society was provided by Lu Ming on his own initiative, and it was based on Lu Ming's information that superiors determined the level of danger of Fuxing Society.
Mr. Dong was unable to determine how much information An Yi had about Fuxing Society, but the information he had could only be reported to his superiors and had no right to disclose it to others.
Therefore, Mr. Dong felt that he was a mute and could not explain the pain of eating Coptis chinensis.
"Comrade Dong Cheng, I really suggest that we should quietly change places. Now we are staying in the tiger's mouth, and sooner or later we will be swallowed by others. Now Lu Ming keeps throwing bait to us, not to catch us, but to pass through
We swallowed the Shanghai underground party organization whole."
An Yi analyzed the current situation seriously. Mr. Dong turned his head and didn't want to talk to her. He really couldn't talk to her.
From a certain perspective, what An Yi said made sense, because Lu Ming had no reliable motive to proactively provide them with information.
Trusting Lu Ming in this situation would of course involve great risks, and this is also an organizational principle.
There is an old saying in China: If you show courtesy for nothing, you will become a traitor or a thief.
Of course Lu Ming would not have these two intentions, but An Yi guessed that Lu Ming wanted to dig out the entire Shanghai underground party organization from him, which was true from a certain point of view.
Mr. Dong doesn't even have this vigilance. If he makes a stupid mistake, won't the head of the headquarters notice it? He also makes the same mistake as him?
This is absolutely impossible. Mr. Dong believes that the organization will not accept Lu Ming's information without reason.
What's more, he only had one radio station and several intelligence sending and receiving bases, so Lu Ming could not get more important information from him.
However, if these intelligence strongholds are cracked by the Kuomintang authorities, they can wait and seize many underground party contacts.
And then if we follow the map, it is really possible to completely uproot the underground party organizations.
Mr. Dong had not considered this possibility at first, but later he chose to believe Lu Ming unconditionally.
The headquarters has already numbered Lu Ming as Mr. A, which means that it fully recognizes him as one of its own. Since the headquarters has already recognized him, why does An Yi still doubt him?
"Comrade An Yi, what is your mission in Shanghai? Are you here to assist me in my work, or is there another assignment from your superiors?" Mr. Dong suddenly became suspicious.
"What I came to Shanghai for, the organization should have explained to you. Why do you ask?" An Yi asked with a sneer.
Mr. Dong felt that An Yi was not here to take care of his life and assist him in his work, but to monitor him and lead him.
"Has the organization lost trust in me?" Mr. Dong couldn't help but reflect.
What An Yi said was her personal decision, or was it really arranged by her superiors?
Mr. Dong took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and after thinking about it, he put it back because An Yi hated the way he smoked.
Mr. Dong shook his head, trying to drive the messy thoughts out of his mind, but the effect was not very obvious.
It’s better not to think about these unanswered questions for the time being, and let’s send out the information first.
Mr. Dong wrote down the information provided by Lu Ming in the shortest and most concise words, then translated it into a code and sent it out. The beginning of the telegram was still: According to the information from Mr. A.
Looking at this man who was wearing a suit and vest, holding a cigarette box in his hand and sending the report attentively, a look of contempt flashed in An Yi's beautiful eyes.
What she despises the most is Mr. Dong's style. She thinks that Dong Cheng has learned badly from Lu Ming, has been corrupted by the bourgeois lifestyle, and has turned into a person who is greedy for enjoyment and has low taste.
I was a bit relieved and didn't think about it. Mr. Dong also studied in England for four years, and this British style has long become his behavioral habit.
Mr. Dong does not pursue a Western lifestyle, but once living habits are formed, it is difficult to change. If he lives in the base area for a long time, he may be able to gradually change.
But he has lived in Shanghai for a long time, so it is normal for him to continue to maintain this lifestyle.
It is not that Mr. Dong is unaware of this, but it is precisely his protective color and a means for him to integrate into Wanguo Apartment.
An Yi was still wearing the half-worn cheongsam she had brought in. At least it had no patches. However, her underwear had been patched several times and had been washed so that the original color could not be seen clearly.
"We must contact the comrades of the Municipal Working Committee as soon as possible to check the situation of Shanghai's underground party. I wonder if there are many people like Dong Cheng. If there are many, it means that there is really a big problem with the Shanghai underground party." An Yi said.
Thinking about it in my mind.
Indeed, as Mr. Dong guessed, An Yi came to Shanghai this time not only to assist him in his work, but also to have a major mission.
Her superiors sent her to Shanghai to convey the latest instructions from the Central Committee, to guide the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee to organize and mobilize the working class, and to take violent action against the enemy when necessary.
In the complicated and cruel struggle against the enemy, some leading comrades at the higher level believed:
Some comrades in the white areas, especially in big cities, are accustomed to a comfortable life, have forgotten their mission, and have relaxed their strong will to fight the enemy. It is very dangerous to continue like this, and something must change.
So it was decided to send a group of people with firm ideas, resolute personalities, and no mercy to the enemy to carry out organizational work in major cities. An Yi was specially sent to guide the actions of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee.
After An Yi met Mr. Dong, she originally wanted to tell him the truth about the situation, but she really couldn't accept Mr. Dong's lifestyle.
Aren't people like Mr. Dong the ones who need to be punished in the organization? The superior organization is really wise and discovered the huge loopholes within the organization in time.
An Yi doesn't think Dong Cheng is untrustworthy, but she also thinks that Dong Cheng's bones are not as strong as before.
Such a comrade must undergo further observation and cannot easily tell him his mission.
After Dong Cheng finished sending the telegram, he turned around and asked: "Comrade An Yi, you haven't answered my question yet."
"Answer your question?" An Yi pretended not to understand what he said.
"The question I asked you just now, are you really here to take care of my life and assist my work, or do you have another mission?" Mr. Dong asked with very clear logic.
"It's best for you to ask your superiors yourself about this question." An Yi pretended to have no comment.
An Yi just said it casually, but unexpectedly Mr. Dong actually sat down and sent a telegram to the headquarters asking whether Comrade An had any other tasks to assign when he came to Shanghai.
He didn't even need to draft such a short message in advance and just sent it off.
"What do you want to do?" An Yi was a little panicked.
"I am asking my superiors for instructions. I must find out what your mission to Shanghai is and whether you are my leader." Mr. Dong said stubbornly.
"How could you do this? It is against work discipline to send telegrams to your superiors casually." An Yi's tone was filled with uneasiness and accusation.
"I know work discipline better than you." Mr. Dong was also a little angry.
"The superiors have so much work to do, and you actually interfere with them over such a trivial matter. Won't you ask me anything?" An Yi said angrily.
"I asked you, but you didn't answer me, and you were unwilling to answer, so I couldn't carry out my work normally." Mr. Dong said very seriously.
An Yi shook her head, looking helpless.
Before departure, her superiors had indeed told her to work closely with Comrade Dong Cheng when she arrived in Shanghai, and to inform Dong Cheng of her mission.
In future work, Anyi and the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee must rely on this secret radio station to get in timely contact with the headquarters.
Now Dong Cheng sent a telegram to inquire about the headquarters, which was tantamount to complaining to her superiors in disguise. She said nothing to Dong Cheng, which was against the instructions of her superiors.
Although An Yi was a little nervous, she insisted on her own point of view:
What I did was not wrong. The situation in the white area is so complicated. It is estimated that the superiors do not understand Dong Cheng's current situation, otherwise they would not trust him so much.