"So what do you need me to do?" An Yi asked eagerly, obviously wanting to get a task.
"No need, you are not familiar with Shanghai and there is not much you can do. Just be careful and don't expose yourself." Guo Songtao said in a low voice.
An Yi was a little angry. Isn't this looking down on people? Why are the comrades in Shanghai so timid and afraid of getting into trouble? Can't outsiders do some work?
After a brief silence, Guo Songtao seemed to feel An Yi's displeasure.
Guo Songtao glanced at her sideways, and then said: "Actually, you should contact the comrades of the Municipal Working Committee. They should have a job suitable for you."
"Comrades from the Municipal Working Committee? Why are they still stranded in Shanghai? Isn't this very dangerous?" An Yi said in surprise.
"I have been persuading them to evacuate. They said that Hou Liang could withstand the torture of the enemy and would not rebel, so they still stayed in Shanghai. I couldn't persuade them," Guo Songtao said.
An Yi didn't speak, but thought over and over again in her heart.
Hou Liang indeed withstood the torture and did not confess, but this does not mean that the comrades of the Municipal Working Committee are safe in Shanghai.
"I want to contact the comrades of the Municipal Working Committee. Can you please help me pass on the message? We will meet here again at this time three days later." An Yi said.
"Yes, but they are very busy now and may not have time in three days. You have to be patient and wait." Guo Songtao said.
"Well, then I'll wait for your news." An Yi was a little disappointed, but she had to accept this reality.
"Is your residence safe? If it's not safe enough, I can find a safer place for you." Guo Songtao thought carefully.
"No, my place is safe." An Yi said.
If Wanguo Apartment is not safe enough, then there is no safe place in Shanghai unless it is the consulates of various countries.
Not to mention that they are still under Lu Ming's protection.
However, An Yi did not say where she lived. If she lived somewhere else, she might have told Guo Songtao, but the secret radio station in her residence must not be exposed, so her residence must also be kept secret.
An Yi left a piece of ocean on the table and left.
Guo Songtao continued to drink tea and read a copy of Wen Wei Po. He waited until half an hour later before paying for the tea and walking out of the teahouse.
He first took the tram, got off after two stops, walked through two streets, then took a rickshaw, made a large circle near the bookstore, and finally walked back to the bookstore.
Song Zhenyang was recommending books to a few students in front of the bookshelf. When he saw Guo Songtao coming in, he nodded.
After several students looked at the books on the shelf, they didn't buy them and left laughing.
Song Zhenyang came over and said with a smile: "How's it going? Are you connected?"
Guo Songtao drank the herbal tea from the teapot, nodded and said: "I got it."
"Does your superior have any instructions?" Song Zhenyang asked.
"She is not here to convey instructions, but wants to know our current situation. I suspect that this comrade has also lost contact with her superiors." Guo Songtao frowned.
After the hospital rescue operation failed, they reported to their superiors, but they have not received instructions from their superiors yet.
This time when he saw An Yi's contact request, he thought that An Yi had instructions from his superiors to convey. However, after contacting him, he found out that An Yi wanted to contact him personally to understand the situation in Shanghai.
Guo Songtao didn't ask anything, secretly guessing that An Yi had probably lost contact with his superiors, otherwise it would be impossible not to pass on the instructions from his superiors.
Of course, the Shanghai Underground Party does not only have one radio station owned by Mr. Dong, but has many radio stations. However, the radio station guarded by Mr. Dong is the most secret. It is also the radio station that the Shanghai Underground Party contacts the headquarters at critical moments. It is rarely used in normal times.
Mr. Dong's radio station will be used only when superiors convey the most important instructions, or if comrades in Shanghai have urgent information that needs to be reported to the headquarters immediately, Mr. Dong's radio station will be used.
Once Mr. Dong's radio station is put into operation, it means that the headquarters has new arrangements for Shanghai's work, which can affect the whole body.
Many radio stations in Shanghai are controlled by different departments. There is no horizontal connection between these departments, so only Mr. Dong's radio station can communicate across departments.
"Then what should we do? Just stay here like this?" Song Zhenyang asked worriedly.
"In the absence of instructions from superiors, we act according to circumstances and do whatever we have to do. This is also the principle of underground work. We have independent survival ability, judgment ability and work ability, and we cannot wait for instructions from superiors on everything.
"Guo Songtao said.
This is said, but departments cannot communicate horizontally, and various situations cannot be summarized. In the past, each department reported to its superiors, who would then summarize the information and draw conclusions before issuing instructions to each department.
Now that there are no instructions from superiors, we have to rely on the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee to coordinate the activities of various departments. However, the underground party Shanghai Municipal Committee also lacks this ability. It can only communicate with various departments through various secret communication channels as much as possible, which takes a lot of time.
It's very long and very unsafe.
Although Guo Songtao has a headache, he still has to do the work he needs to do, and he has to race against time. Now every moment is related to the life safety of the comrades in prison, and people who are active in the city are also facing various dangers.
"The enemy doesn't know why they are so crazy, and they are conducting a city-wide manhunt. Our rescue operation should not stimulate the enemy to this extent." Song Zhenyang was a little puzzled, feeling that the enemy was too sensitive and too fragile.
Guo Songtao did not comment. He knew that the action team killed too many agents of the Fuxing Society, causing this large-scale revenge operation.
This also brought great passivity to Shanghai's underground party organizations and increased the difficulty of their actions.
Guo Songtao disapproved of this kind of armed struggle in the city. He believed that the underground party in the Kuomintang-controlled areas should stay underground and do intelligence work instead of fighting the enemy with real swords and guns. That would be enjoyable, but it would bring inconveniences.
necessary casualties.
"In the past two days, we will close the bookstore first, get in touch with comrades from various departments, and find out the situation clearly, and then make next plans." Guo Songtao said.
Of course Song Zhenyang has no objection. He likes to be active outside the most, rather than working as a clerk in a bookstore.
"Did you give that list to Sheng Muyi?" Guo Songtao asked.
"Here you go, Sheng Muyi came to the bookstore to pick it up herself."
"I hope Sheng Muyi's social connections can help us rescue those comrades." Guo Songtao said with a gloomy face.
After Lu Ming gave the list to Dai Li, Dai Li immediately coordinated with the Police Headquarters and the Security Command and released more than a hundred people that day, two-thirds of whom were on the list given to Lu Ming by Sheng Muyi and Du Juan.
Most of them are grassroots leaders or activists of trade unions, student movements, and labor movements.
The Police Headquarters and the Security Headquarters originally wanted to extract some information from these people, but before they could take action, Dai Li asked for their release.
Although the two departments were reluctant, this operation was led by the Fuxing Society and the power to release people was also in the hands of Dai Li, so they had no choice but to release all the people on the list.
After Sheng Muyi and Du Juan received the news of their release, they immediately sent people to the prison gate to greet them. They were relieved to see that they were only a little haggard because of being imprisoned and had not suffered much.
Sheng Muyi and Du Juan wanted to pick them up in person, but Lu Ming warned them that the police would take pictures outside, and anyone who picked these people up would be photographed, so they could only watch from a distance, sitting in the car.
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"It seems that it is good for Master Lu to be the leader of Fuxing Club, otherwise these brothers and sisters would not know what hardships they would have to endure." Du Juan said excitedly.
She came here in Sheng Muyi's car. Along the way, she was still worried about whether the person who was arrested had been tortured. When she saw him, a stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
Sheng Muyi smiled and said: "Actually, it is useful to find other relationships, but it is not so fast or so direct."
"Master Lu brought me out two days ago. I saw that he was also very nervous. He quickly dragged me out after leaving the gate of the security headquarters, for fear that I would be caught again." Du Juan couldn't help but laugh thinking about the scene that day.
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"Du Juan, you should try not to participate in union activities in the future. You don't know that Lu Ming knows that you have been arrested. He is so anxious. I have never seen him like that." Sheng Muyi glanced at Du Juan, her eyes were somewhat jealous.
Du Juan lowered her head shyly and made a low voice in her throat: "I know, Sister Muyi."
The two people looked at the released people outside the car, quickly directed them to get into another car specially designed to pick them up, and then sped away.