Mr. Dong began to waver. The underground struggle was indeed too cruel.
What An Yi said made sense. From a disciplinary perspective, he shouldn't trust anyone, let alone someone with Lu Ming's status.
However, since moving into Wanguo Apartment, Mr. Dong has gradually forgotten the complexity and cruelty of the struggle and relaxed his revolutionary vigilance.
The question is, starting from the time when the ship of arms was released, did Lu Ming need to put out a long line for several years to catch his small fish?
Thinking of this, Mr. Dong, who was scratching his head, opened the drawer and took out the remaining half pack of Sanwu brand cigarettes, regardless of An Yi's objections.
Mr. Dong was no longer afraid and lit a cigarette in front of An Yi.
An Yi waved her hand to drive away the thick smoke in front of her, and said earnestly: "Comrade, you'd better wake up and don't let the enemy lead you by the nose. Hurry up and turn around."
After saying that, An Yi gestured with his hand like a pistol and "bang" it at Mr. Dong's head.
Suddenly, Mr. Dong felt a little creepy.
Of course he didn't believe that Lu Ming was a bad person, but he didn't dare to deny whether Lu Ming was a spy. This possibility existed.
If Lu Ming really used this method to catch his small fish, he would definitely not be able to escape being caught and killed in the end, and he accepted this.
But because of this, he betrayed the organization invisibly, and all the underground party organizations in Shanghai were wiped out. His responsibility became even greater.
"No, Lu Ming is definitely not this kind of person. He has always been a stable and reliable source of intelligence for us and is recognized by his superiors." Mr. Dong struggled to shake off his random thoughts and shook his head.
"Then why do you think he took the initiative to help our party provide so much information? Is it for money or fame? He is neither for money nor fame, and he still takes huge risks. Why? If his thoughts are different from ours
If they are consistent, that's no problem, but he is not, he is the person standing on the opposite side of us." An Yi said.
"I don't agree with your point of view. I told you that we also have many friends, or allies, in the Kuomintang. They belong to the left or centrist faction of the Kuomintang, like Mrs. Sun, and Mr. Li Jishen, the vice president of Huangpu Military Academy. They are
My friend from the party, Lu Ming, is also such a person." Mr. Dong argued with reason.
"Can you believe that the leader of the Shanghai branch of the Renaissance Society is a leftist or centrist of the Kuomintang?" An Yi sneered.
"The facts are before us. If it weren't for Lu Ming last time, all of us comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee would have been wiped out by the enemy. It was precisely because Lu Ming informed us in advance that all the comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee could evacuate Shanghai unscathed.
.Doesn't this prove that Lu Ming is a reliable friend?" Mr. Dong said.
"That's not necessarily true. Who knows that the enemy is not laying a bigger net? Maybe he is not targeting the comrades of the Municipal Working Committee, but the comrades of the entire Shanghai underground party." An Yi continued to argue.
"You! Unreasonable!" Mr. Dong slammed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, as if throwing a bomb, and his face changed with anger.
"Although the comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee withdrew from Shanghai, they caused actual losses. Now the Shanghai workers' movement has been paralyzed. Didn't the Shanghai Station of the Fuxing Society receive awards and second-class merit because of this?"
An Yi felt her face getting hot as she spoke. This was a bit unreasonable.
She didn't mean to get into trouble with Lu Ming. If Lu Ming wasn't the leader of the Fuxing Society, she wouldn't be so suspicious.
For comrades from the base area, it is absolutely unreasonable and difficult to accept deep down in their minds that the head of a secret service department that specializes in dealing with the Communist Party is actually helping the Communist Party in everything.
Doesn't this harbor a greater evil intention? An Yi believes that this is a matter of the basic stance of the revolution.
"Then tell me, how can we prove that he is a reliable person and our friend?" Mr. Dong asked.
"Of course, join our camp and fight with us." An Yi said firmly.
Mr. Dong shook his head. At first, he did intend to recruit Lu Ming to join the Communist Party, but Lu Ming refused, saying that he would not join any party.
Although he did not join the organization, Lu Ming continued to help him, letting him use the apartment for free, helping him set up a radio station, and using his own identity to keep the radio station.
Not only that, but he was also given a monthly salary of 100 yuan and various supplies, allowing him to hide here and work for the party without any worries.
"So, isn't he willing to join us?" An Yi could see the meaning in Mr. Dong's expression at a glance.
Mr. Dong did not answer. He had never given up the idea of ​​developing Lu Ming, but later his superiors sent instructions prohibiting him from further developing Lu Ming and requiring him to maintain the current relationship with Lu Ming.
This order once puzzled Mr. Dong, and even now he still doesn't understand why the organization made such a decision, but he can't tell An Yi this.
He and An Yi are still on separate lines. He cannot tell An Yi about his mission, and An Yi has not told him about her mission in Shanghai. This is the confidentiality principle.
"Comrade, we and this radio station have been exposed. Now our only way is to escape here quickly, take this radio station with us, escape to a place where Lu Ming cannot find us, set up the radio station again, and contact our superiors." An Yi
said.
"That won't work. We can't act without permission. We must get approval from our superiors before we can leave here." Mr. Dong firmly opposed An Yi's blind actions.
"Comrade, why don't you know how to adapt? What time is it now? It's urgent."
An Yi stepped up and put out the still smoking cigarette butts on the ground, and exerted all her strength with her feet, as if she was competing with Mr. Dong for strength.
"If Lu Ming is that kind of person, there is no point in escaping. The frequency and call sign of this radio station have been registered. No matter where we send the report, Lu Ming can find us unless we give up this radio station." Dong
The gentleman moved out for non-negotiable reasons.
"Did you see that people have unknowingly taken control of our party's most important radio station in Shanghai? The next step is to slowly control you. When they control you too, the Shanghai underground party organization and its headquarters will
He can master all the secret orders, what an insidious person he is." An Yi said with some fear.
"It can't be said that I have no intention of controlling the radio station. On the contrary, if it weren't for Lu Ming, this radio station and I would have fallen into the hands of the Songhu Security Command last time." Mr. Dong defended Lu Ming.
"Then how do you know that Lu Ming didn't attract the people from Songhu Security Headquarters on purpose?" An Yi sneered.
"This... I mean, comrade, are you... too much of a conspiracy theory?" Mr. Dong was so angry that he couldn't continue talking.
"Conspiracy theory? Comrade, when we deal with the enemy, we must be full of vigilance. We must not be careless at any time." An Yi changed his foot and stepped on the cigarette butt again, as if he was afraid of its resurgence.
Mr. Dong snorted in his heart and thought to himself: You are so arrogant that you foolishly went to the black market to buy cigarettes and coffee, and then jumped into the trap.
But he didn't say it out loud, after all, it hurt An Yi's self-esteem too much.
"Since we can't take the radio station with us, let's give up the radio station. We escape overnight and find comrades in Shanghai to help us find a place to stay and then buy another radio station." An Yi said decisively.
"Buy another radio station? Do you think that radio stations are like steamed buns and you can buy them if you want? Furthermore, do you know how much a radio station costs? Do you know that the enemy's control of radio stations is more powerful than control of drugs?"
Mr. Dong wanted to stop the other party's whims with two or three questions.
"I believe that the comrades in Shanghai can always help us solve these problems. Do you believe in your own comrades or in a Kuomintang spy chief?" An Yi put the issue on the line.
"The order I accepted from my superiors is to keep this radio station and to be in isolation from the comrades in Shanghai. I am not allowed to have face-to-face contact with the comrades in Shanghai at any time. If you are worried about this, you can leave and I can find a way to help you contact Shanghai.
Comrade."
Mr. Dong was so excited that his hands were shaking a little. He lit the second cigarette with two matches.
"Why are you like this?" An Yi covered her nose.
Mr. Dong didn't know whether An Yi objected to his opinion or to him smoking. Anyway, he didn't care and continued to smoke hard, causing smoke to fill the room.
It was precisely because he was caught by the police that An Yi's sense of crisis increased unprecedentedly. He always felt that living next door to Lu Ming was like living in a tiger's mouth, and that he might be captured by the enemy at some point.
An Yi was restless and felt like her whole body was covered with thorns.
But if Mr. Dong doesn't leave, she can't leave either. If she insists on leaving, she will be running away.
Her original task was to guide the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee to launch the workers' movement. Now that the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee no longer exists, her task has naturally failed.
The second instruction given to her by her superiors was to help Mr. Dong in his work, which actually meant that she should be on standby.