Zhang Tianhao returned to the apartment at night. Under normal circumstances, he should rest at this time.
However, he turned on the radio, then sat in front of the desk and listened. At the same time, he looked at the time. He was getting ready to arrive at eight o'clock, and a voice came from the radio.
He listened to the beginning and immediately turned off the radio. After all, Nanjing had not given him the latest instructions, and he still had to lurk here.
As for actions, there are no actions for the time being. The Secret Service Division has just been punished and it is not too late to hide.
He picked up the pen, sat there slowly, and began to think. After all, he had already written the "Awakening" tabloid once, and now he had already thought of preparing a second tabloid.
Two or three months have passed, but "Awakening" still hasn't released the second one. It's not that he doesn't have the idea, but that the article is not that easy to write until now. When I wrote it, I was full of anger, and now I feel angry again.
, only to realize that the inspiration at that time could no longer be found.
He has already written three articles and is planning to write the fourth one, so that he can have a small page and at that time, people can post the whole article.
Just write these!
Soon, he started to pick up the pen and start writing, and the ideas that came to his mind quickly appeared in his pen. A fresh article called "Why China Suffered Such a Danger" was published.
After several revisions, flames slowly rose in his eyes.
Because this article was enough to attract the attention of the Japanese, more people analyzed the source of China's disaster in order to awaken the Chinese people who were still awakening.
Of course, this is an article about the Japanese. Once printed, it will arouse the hostility of the Japanese.
He also needs to think carefully about whether this article will be posted by his own hands, or whether it will be handed over to the underground party boss Hu and others for posting.
As for the current Central President, he estimated that these people would definitely have opinions after seeing it.
As the night got deeper and deeper, the city lights in Zhang Tianhao's room were still on. When he was carving the last word on the steel plate, he just threw away his hand. After all, the engraving of Song-style characters was still very troublesome.
Looking at the second copy of "Awakening" that he had carved, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It would be better to leave such an article to Lao Hu and others, or to use the people trained by Qian Jun to post it.
The next day, he went to work as usual, translated, or drank tea and read newspapers in his spare time, as usual, without any impact.
He picked up the newspaper and read it slowly. Although it was a newspaper from Xinjing, he quickly discovered a piece of missing person information.
"Lao Hu, what do you want from me?"
Looking at the special purchase information above, his heart skipped a beat. After all, Lao Hu and him were not on the same line, but the problem was that it didn't seem reasonable for Lao Hu to find him.
This is the contact information he left for Lao Hu.
He immediately flipped through the newspapers of the past few days and soon found some similar content in the newspapers.
It has been two days and this is the third purchase information posted. If you do not contact us today, we will not post such purchase information again tomorrow.
"Does it mean that Old Hu wants me to help him save people?"
Does he think I am still Dr. Kawaki? Others don't know, but he knows it very well. It's just that the matter of Ichiro Kawaki has been exposed, but no news has come out in Xinjing.
After all, the Japanese still wanted to save some face. They directly blocked the matter of Ichiro Kawaki here, but in Tianjin and other places, it had already been made known to everyone.
He gently put down the newspaper, then picked up the phone and wanted to make a call, but immediately rejected the idea. He didn't want to leave any bad records here.
Sitting there, thinking about the three arrested underground gang members, he felt bad. It was too difficult to save people. After all, they were in the Secret Service Department.
The night before yesterday, after he learned that three underground gangs were arrested because of Zhou Fang, he discussed it with Qian Jun and found out that the matter was not as simple as he thought.
And Lao Hu is the head of the Xinjing underground party. If you want to contact him so urgently, the matter must be very important.
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When he got off work in the afternoon, he came to a small independent courtyard that he rented in someone else's name. It was not far from West Minzhu Road, about two kilometers away.
Looking at the thousand small newspapers in his hand, although there was only one page, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Satisfied, quite satisfied.
Looking at the freshly made newspapers, his eyes lit up. After waiting for half an hour, he collected these mimeographed newspapers, directly tied them into bundles, and put them into the space.
Looking at the discarded newspapers lying on the ground, he smiled even more, then took out a brazier and started burning the useless garbage.
He was relieved when he saw that except for the strong smell of ink, there was no residue left.
Then change clothes and take a shower to directly wash off all the ink smell on your body. There is even a residual scent on your body.
Looking at the time, he found that it was already half past eight in the evening without even realizing it. It took two hours to do this. Although it was within his expectations, he was still quite happy in his heart.
…
"Hello, hello, is this Lao Hushan Goods Store?" He stood in a phone booth, picked up the phone and called.
"Hello, this is Lao Hushan Goods Store, what can I do?"
Lao Hu's voice came over the phone. There seemed to be waves of fatigue in his voice. It was obvious that Lao Hu's complexion was not good, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Hello, my surname is Shen. I have wild ginseng that is over 250 years old that you need. I don't know how to trade it. How much do you plan to pay?"
"Hello, it turns out it's Boss Shen. I'm going to offer you 2,000 yuan in cash. I wonder if Boss Shen can part with me. We are in a hurry to save people. The old man is in poor health and must use wild ginseng to hang on to his life."
When Lao Hu heard this, he immediately understood that this was Comrade Shen Lan's call, and it was also the call he had been waiting for for a long time.
"Okay, we'll wait for you at the cafe opposite Yihe Cinema in a moment. Please be sure to bring enough money to trade on the spot!" After Zhang Tianhao finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
As for whether there were other monitors on the other side, if there were, Lao Hu would have hinted at it on the phone.
At this time, Lao Hu also looked excited. After all, he finally got in touch. He knew exactly what this meant.
Lao Hu stood up excitedly, then walked around the room, and even took out a cigarette and smoked it slowly for a few puffs, and then slowly regained his composure.
After everything recovered, he picked up the two boxes, put them in his bag, and walked outside.
"Xiao Liuzi, I'm going out for a moment. You stay at home and guard the door. Don't let outsiders come in at will, okay?" He glanced at Xiao Liuzi behind him, and then said loudly.
"Boss, I understand, you have something to do."
Xiao Liuzi responded, then turned over and fell asleep again.
Lao Hu, on the other hand, walked out with his bag, not very fast. When he got to the door, he directly called a rickshaw and went to Yihe Cinema, holding his bag in his hand.
