After Lu Ming left, An Yi said to himself: "If he really helps us get this done, I will really trust him."
Mr. Dong smiled and said: "It seems that it is not easy to gain your trust."
"Of course, we are operating on the enemy's territory, how can we easily trust others, not to mention his identity is still an enemy." An Yi can emphasize.
"An Yi, are you from the security department at the headquarters?"
Mr. Dong couldn't help but open a pack of cigarettes, took one out and put it under his nose to smell it. He probably couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I never said that, how did you know?" An Yi asked with wide eyes.
"My guess is that your vigilance is too high. Most people will not be so vigilant."
Mr. Dong's tone was very calm. I didn't know whether it was a compliment or a criticism, but An Yi took it as a compliment.
"You guessed it right, I am from the Security Department. I fight against the Kuomintang's infiltration externally and eradicate internal spies internally." An Yi said with some pride.
There is a reason why she is proud. People who can enter the security department are carefully selected. It is an honor in itself for a lesbian to enter the security department.
"But sometimes it is not good to be too vigilant. If you go too far, you will look at everyone as an enemy and you will not trust anyone. This is not conducive to unity." Mr. Dong said euphemistically.
"Comrade, you don't know how cunning the enemy is. In recent years, the Kuomintang's secret service has not stopped infiltrating us, and has even sent spies into our interior. Some of our comrades did not fall to the enemy's gunfire, but instead
Sacrificed at the hands of these spies." An Yi said bitterly.
Mr. Dong was speechless, and he was going to fight again, but he finally understood why An Yi misunderstood Lu Ming so deeply.
"Let me tell you, those of us have to keep one eye open when sleeping." An Yi continued.
Mr. Dong had no choice but to get up and take the coffee cups and coffee pot to the kitchen for cleaning.
"This is a woman's job, I'll do it." An Yi hurried to the kitchen and said.
"It's just a few cups. They'll be ready in a moment. No need to fight with me." Mr. Dong said that he had washed the coffee pot and cups and put them in the cupboard.
"Old Director, next time you contact the organization, send me a message. I will do a deep self-examination and request punishment from the organization." An Yi lowered his head and said.
"Why do you want to ask for organizational punishment?" Mr. Dong didn't understand what she meant.
"I made my own decision this time. I didn't listen to your advice and almost caused a big disaster. I have to make a deep review to the organization." An Yi finally became enlightened.
"This matter has been settled. In the future, just be more careful and don't alert the organization. We will review it when we have the opportunity." Mr. Dong was afraid that she would have new ideas.
"But I can't deceive the organization. If I make such a big mistake, I should ask for punishment myself." An Yi insisted.
"Comrade, this place is occupied by the enemy. The time for sending reports is very precious. Your review cannot be used up. You can use other channels to report to the organization." Mr. Dong said coldly.
An Yi knows that the so-called other methods are nothing more than manpower transmitting information, which will be transmitted through several relays and the speed is very slow.
If the situation suddenly changes and she withdraws from her base, maybe her people have arrived but the information has not yet arrived.
The situation is so serious.
An Yi is not a person with low emotional intelligence. Of course she understands that Mr. Dong is trying to stop her tactfully, but Mr. Dong is right. Personal matters are trivial and cannot take up precious time for sending reports.
An Yi fell silent and her eye circles turned red. This was the first time she showed vulnerability since arriving in Shanghai. Mr. Dong saw this and felt a little emotional, so he put the cigarette he had taken out back into the cigarette case.
"You cannot be blamed for what happened this time. I failed to stop it resolutely and made a mistake." Mr. Dong said.
"How can I blame you? It's all my fault. I did bad things with good intentions. We are really short of money." An Yi said.
"You will learn from every experience. The situation in Shanghai is too complicated. The struggle will become more intense in the future. This is the case in Peking, Tianjin, Guangzhou, and Wuhan. You were born and raised in Hankou, so you should have a profound understanding of the complexity of big cities.
I know you." Mr. Dong said.
"I became a peripheral member of the organization when I was fifteen. I have been engaged in student movements in Hankou. After graduating from normal school, I went to the army. It doesn't feel complicated." An Yi said a little naively.
Mr. Dong looked at her and sighed.
Underground work is a special type of work. It is different from the student movement and the labor movement. Being latent for a long time is both an exercise and a test for a person's mind. But in the final analysis, as Lu Ming said, first
The main thing is to survive.
Only when you survive can you talk about fighting. If you can't even pass the survival test, then everything is empty talk.
"Old Dong, do you think Lu Ming can help us get those supplies?" An Yi asked.
"I believe he can do it. If even he can't do it, Shanghai's underground party organization will definitely not be able to do it either. First of all, he has a flexible mind, and secondly, he has social connections that extend in all directions." Mr. Dong said.
Mr. Dong certainly knows that the underground party organization has lurking personnel in various departments of the Kuomintang. However, these people each have their own tasks and cannot communicate horizontally, let alone gather together.
It's not that they don't have the ability, it's just that organizational discipline doesn't allow it.
Since Gu Shunzhang's rebellion, underground party organizations in several big cities have been uprooted. Even the heads of the Central Special Branch are in danger. If Qian Zhuangfei hadn't warned him in time, they might have been caught by the enemy.
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This lesson was so painful that the central government decided that underground parties in major cities must cut off horizontal communication. If a traitor appears on one line, it will not affect the lurking personnel on other lines.
In Shanghai, the only person who can conduct horizontal communication is Mr. Dong. Instructions from the headquarters to the branches of the Shanghai underground party are all issued through this radio station, and he is responsible for transmitting them.
Mr. Dong felt deeply worried about the task assigned by his superiors. Without Lu Ming's help, he could not imagine how he could complete it.
There are many underground parties in Shanghai, but it is impossible for them all to mobilize and buy supplies everywhere. Otherwise, the enemy will definitely be alerted. If the enemy notices them, and they follow the trail of buying supplies step by step, it is possible to infiltrate all the comrades.
Check them all out.
Mr. Dong really couldn't think of a better way, so he had to bite the bullet and ask Lu Ming.
Not only did they have to borrow a large amount of money from Lu Ming, but they also required Lu Ming to purchase scarce and strictly controlled supplies, which almost required Lu Ming to risk his life.
"Is he really that rich? I think he agreed so readily..."
An Yi was a little suspicious of whether Lu Ming had agreed falsely and then forgotten about it.
This is not a small amount of money, but a huge amount of money, not to mention arms, radio stations, medicines and other materials strictly controlled by the Kuomintang. How can Lu Ming get it?
"I don't know how much money he has, but among the rich second generation in Shanghai, he is probably the richest, and of course the most low-key." Mr. Dong said.
"I really don't understand, why can't a person like him be a spy instead of doing business well?" An Yi said confused.
"Didn't he make it clear? The person behind him, Sheng Youde, arranged for him to do this. He had no choice." Mr. Dong said lightly.
"It turns out that he is also a pitiful person, just a pawn in the hands of others." An Yi said with some contempt.
"You can't say that. We were also sent to Shanghai by the organization. Could it be said that we are also pawns of the organization?" Mr. Dong really couldn't stand Anyi's childish thoughts.
"How can he compare with us? We are revolutionaries who want to liberate the working people all over China." An Yi still insists on her base area thinking.
Mr. Dong shrugged. He didn't like the natural sense of superiority that An Yi had when talking about revolutionaries.
Mr. Dong believes that revolutionaries do not have natural superiority. On the contrary, revolutionaries should connect themselves with the lowest level of the people.
In Mr. Dong's mind, the people are the soil of revolution and the mother earth that nurtures them. They are just a tough weed growing on this soil.
But Mr. Dong is really tired today, his head is buzzing, and he doesn't want to argue anymore.