Just when Lao Dong, his wife and Lu Ming were feeling embarrassed, the life-saving phone rang.
When Lu Ming picked up the call, he smiled and said: "You two ladies, I have sent someone to take you back, please go downstairs and hurry up."
"Brother is really good at counting time. It's really disappointing. We haven't had enough fun yet." Mingzhu complained to Ning Xiner.
"That's right. You just happened to be in the mood to pick us up. Otherwise, if we don't go back, let's stay here. I'll sleep in it and you and Lu Ming will share the same bed." Ning Xiner said hurriedly.
"I won't pay attention to you anymore. I want to sleep with you." Mingzhu muttered.
"That doesn't make sense. If you ignore me, why do you want to sleep with me again? I don't want to sleep with you. You obviously don't mean what you say." Ning Xiner smiled.
Just as he was talking, two car horns sounded from downstairs.
Mingzhu and Ning Xiner looked at each other, waved sadly, and went downstairs.
"Sister-in-law Dong, I'll come shopping with you in two days." Mingzhu walked out the door, turned around and said.
"Sister-in-law Dong, if you have time, come to our Cao Gang and I'll take you boating." Ning Xiner also waved goodbye.
After the two left, everyone felt relaxed. Only then did An Yi raise his head, his delicate face also flushed, not knowing what he thought of.
"These two little goblins can't get together. Lu Ming, you don't know. The two of them make the Cao Gang very noisy every day. But the old lady loves her so much that no one dares to take care of her."
Mr. Dong has had a lot of dealings with the Cao Gang and has some knowledge of the Ning Zetao brothers and sisters, not to mention Mingzhu.
"Old Dong, Lu Ming just provided another very important piece of information, which may be related to the life and death of underground organizations in major cities." An Yi calmed down her expression and said seriously.
"Ah, do you have any more information?" Old Dong asked hurriedly.
An Yi simply repeated the information Lu Ming just said in one breath.
"This is very urgent information. No, I have to send a telegram to the head of the headquarters immediately." Old Dong's expression suddenly changed and he said hurriedly.
"Well, I think we have to find a way to inform the comrades in Shanghai quickly. The comrades on the front line are the most dangerous." Lu Ming added.
Mr. Dong and An Yi hurriedly said goodbye and left. Lu Ming arrived at the door and then came back. Then he started brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and getting ready for bed.
After returning home, the old director turned on the telegraph machine, drafted the message and sent it out.
"You must quickly notify the comrades in Shanghai tomorrow to temporarily stop all actions and pay attention to protect yourself." An Yi said.
"We can't decide on this. We have to wait for instructions from the head of the headquarters. I have reported the situation and am waiting for a reply," Mr. Dong said.
The two of them sat in front of the telegraph machine and waited. Mr. Dong smoked cigarettes one after another and drank cups of coffee, while An Yi patiently knitted a sweater.
Although she had bought a lot of clothes, she still couldn't bear to throw away this sweater, let alone knitting socks and gloves with wool.
I waited until three o'clock in the morning before the reply from the headquarters finally came.
Mr. Dong hurriedly translated the telegram, but after reading it once, he was stunned, opened his mouth, and was speechless.
"What happened? How did the headquarters reply?" An Yi asked, yawning.
"Look at it, I even doubt whether this is an instruction from the head of the headquarters. Isn't this a blind command?" Mr. Dong threw down the telegram and said angrily.
An Yi read the telegram once, and all his sleepiness disappeared. He opened his eyes and read the few lines carefully.
Although An Yi was not as angry as Mr. Dong, she still felt that the message was a bit strange.
Instead of instructing the Shanghai underground organizations to temporarily cease operations, the message ordered An Yi to re-establish the Shanghai Municipal Working Committee with the help of the Shanghai Underground Party, and then launch armed worker riots in Shanghai and other big cities at the appropriate time to seize power in the cities.
Try to establish a center to bloom in major cities across the country.
"Look, this is not a blind command. Haven't we learned enough lessons from the failure of the last great revolution?" Mr. Dong said angrily.
"Don't yell blindly. Since it is an order from a superior, there must be consideration from the superior. The head of the headquarters is much smarter than us. We just carry out the order." An Yi was very calm and high-spirited.
"This is too dangerous. I can't let you do this. I want to apply to my superiors for review of this order." Mr. Dong said with a downcast face.
"No, you are disobeying orders. Do you understand disobedience? It is an extremely serious mistake and will never be allowed." An Yi stopped him with a tigerish face.
"But...how could I let you take such a big risk..." Mr. Dong hesitated.
The message sent back by the superior contained not only orders, but also the time, place, and secret code for contact with the Shanghai underground party organization, as well as specific instructions for the reorganization of the Shanghai Working Committee.
All these things must be done by An Yi alone. Mr. Dong cannot intervene, because Mr. Dong's only mission is to protect the radio station and communicate with the headquarters in a timely manner.
"Old Director, my main task when I came to Shanghai was to activate the Shanghai Working Committee. Now that my superiors have given clear instructions, how can I retreat because I am afraid of danger? You should support me." An Yi said with great emotion.
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"How about I go to the joint for you? I am more familiar with Shanghai than you are." Mr. Dong said.
"No, since my superiors have ordered me to make contacts, the comrades in Shanghai should also know it. Your going to make contacts may cause misunderstandings." An Yi said.
"Then I want to go with you. I can protect you. I'm not worried about you going alone." Mr. Dong said.
An Yi thought for a while, although this was not in compliance with the rules, it was safer.
Although she has been in Shanghai for a while, she is really not familiar with Shanghai. She can't even figure out which road leads to which way, and she might get lost.
In addition, An Yi is also afraid of encountering the experience of being arrested by the police in the black market again.
Lu Ming could save her once, but he might not be able to save her a second time. Besides, when she came to work in Shanghai, she could not always expect to be protected by people outside the party. This was not the attitude a revolutionary should have.
"An Yi, are there any major changes in the leadership of the headquarters? I don't feel like this is an instruction issued by the previous leader." Mr. Dong asked alertly.
An Yi hesitated for a moment, and then said: "You have been staying here and you don't understand many things. In the past two years, not only have there been major changes in the leadership of the headquarters, but also in the central leadership. But we cannot take these things lightly.
Discussing and obeying orders is a bounden duty."
The two people were almost holding their heads above each other, whispering to each other, so they didn't have to worry about the walls having ears, and they wouldn't be able to hear them even if they were standing at the door.
The two of them had never been so close to each other, but neither of them felt awkward at this time, but an extremely serious atmosphere enveloped them.
"I suspect that the new leaders have no understanding of the situation in various places and are giving random orders," Mr. Dong said.
"Old Director, what is your attitude? We must believe in the organization and the superior leaders. The superior leaders cannot be questioned." An Yi said seriously.
"Of course I believe in the organization and the party, but I cannot unconditionally believe in certain leaders. Leaders are also human beings, not gods. Even gods make mistakes, let alone humans," said Mr. Dong.
"If you think like this, you are suspicious and distrustful of the organization. If you continue like this, you will make a serious mistake." An Yi reminded.
"No, I think superiors may also make mistakes. As a member of the Communist Party, if I know that my superiors may make mistakes but don't point it out, this is disloyal to the party. On the contrary, if I see that there are mistakes in the superiors' instructions,
If something is inappropriate, point it out in a timely manner and report it. I think this is the attitude a Communist Party member should have."
Mr. Dong's face turned red and he said stubbornly.
"What you said makes sense, but we should still consider it more comprehensively and not act rashly. This will cause misunderstandings about us in the organization." An Yi thought for a moment and said.
"You are right to think so. We should indeed be cautious. If we want to persuade the organization, we must have sufficient reasons and cannot just express our own opinions." Mr. Dong calmed down and accepted An Yi's opinion.
"We'd better contact the comrades in Shanghai first and learn some information from them. If there is anything wrong, we will collect the opinions of Shanghai's underground party organizations and report them to our superiors," An Yi said.
Mr. Dong nodded. He now felt that An Yi was quite cute, and he felt itchy in his heart.
This can be regarded as God’s foresight. Sister An fell from the sky...