Since there was nothing to do, Zhang Tianhao left the office directly in the afternoon, pushed a borrowed bicycle, and strolled casually on the street.
He wanted to buy a large bag of salt directly on the street. After all, he used his own identity to buy salt. For a Japanese store, he still bought sixty kilograms of salt with the certificate from the office.
As for clothes and the like, Qian Jun can just send them over when the time comes, but salt is subject to restrictions, and Qian Jun still has to go through certain troublesome procedures when buying salt.
It didn't take long before he entered Anda Hutong on West Fifth Street.
In the past two days, it may be due to external events. All the spies and police in Xinjing seemed to have gathered people outside the city to look for people. As for inside the city, no one came to set up cards.
Zhang Tianhao opened the door of the small courtyard and walked in.
"Master, are you here?"
"Well, August, I'll go to the room and wash my face. You guys put down the salt first!" Zhang Tianhao put on his sunglasses and started walking to the hall room. He wanted to take off his makeup.
A few minutes later, Zhang Tianhao walked out after taking off his makeup.
After closing the courtyard door, Zhang Tianhao saw August looking at him, and couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Master, why does it take you so long to wash your face?"
"Don't ask if you shouldn't. Has the food been delivered?"
"It has been delivered. Five big bags, which is probably enough for us to eat for a while. There are also some meats, vegetables and the like. We have moved them downstairs, and there are only a few on top for others to check."
"Well, they're doing great. How are their illnesses?"
"Everything is basically fine. I got caught in the rain and cold that night. There are basically no problems. Apart from feeling a little weak, I think there will be no problems in a day or two."
"Okay, let's not talk about this now. Let's go down below. Training should also be put on the agenda. I have already written the plan. I will go down below and announce it to you."
That night, Zhang Tianhao did not leave, but accompanied them to train. Then it was time for these people to endure hardships. Although he was not there, he did not introduce some punishments to them if they did not train well.
For the first time, just take the right step and emphasize discipline.
Early the next morning, Zhang Tianhao put on makeup and left.
…
"It's me, Miss Ren, record it!"
In a phone booth outside, Zhang Tianhao picked up the phone and called Ren Linglong directly.
"yes!"
Zhang Tianhao's voice is very unique and straightforward, without a lot of nonsense, and not many people know this phone number, only Zhang Tianhao and Qian Jun. After all, Ren Linglong has changed his residence again.
And her original home was only used as a backup reporting point.
"Sir, it's ready!"
"Okay, you record, 4569513562477814..."
Following a series of telegrams, Ren Linglong over there didn't know what they were, but she still recorded them. After all, today is July 9th.
Two minutes later, Zhang Tianhao hung up the phone and rode his bicycle to the west. After all, he had already reached the central square just to make a phone call.
Now he also has to go to work.
After all, it was already past six o'clock, and it was past seven o'clock when he arrived at class.
…
At the Dingjiaqiao headquarters in Nanjing, Xu Zengen did not go home to rest at all last night, but rested directly in a small room at the headquarters.
After all, the July 7th Incident prevented many people from going home to sleep. Instead, they had to work overtime here.
As for the good news, I didn't hear any. On the contrary, it was all bad news.
Before seven o'clock, I washed my face and sat in the office. I started to process the documents left over from yesterday.
"Report!"
"Come in!"
As soon as he heard the report from the people outside, he gave an order, and then saw Ma Ming, the head of the telecommunications section, walking in.
"Director, I just received a call from Xinjing!"
"I just received a call from Xinjing. Is there any news from Xinjing?"
"Director, please read it. I can't believe this is true!" Ma Ming immediately sent the telegram and put it on Xu Zengen's desk.
The content of the message: A sneak attack on Kuanchengzi Airport on the evening of July 6, blowing up 37 aircraft, 97 pilots, about 640 guards, an ammunition depot, and an airport. The remaining troops suffered heavy casualties and had almost no combat power. They just returned to the city today.
, hoping to allocate funds to provoke.
"What, the airport was bombed, how is this possible, how is this possible? There are only so many of them, how could they wipe out so many Japanese at once? You are not kidding me!"
"Director, I suggest you ask. After all, this credit is a bit small. It is an aviation brigade." Ma Ming also couldn't believe it. After all, if this credit is given to anyone, he should be promoted to at least one level.
, that is appropriate.
"I think so too. Now send someone to contact Xinjing immediately to see if they are lying about the military situation. How can this damn boy turn the world upside down with just a few of their people and a few guns?"
Xu Zengen immediately asked Ma Ming to send a telegram to inquire about other people in Xinjing.
In some places, it is possible to send messages in clear codes. They have another set of radio stations that send messages in clear codes, but all inquiries are in code words.
"yes!"
Ma Ming immediately turned around and left the office. He wanted to contact Xinjing, but the result would be known soon.
Less than half an hour later, Ma Ming returned to the office with a wry smile on his face, put the message that Xinjing had just responded to on the table, and said with some helplessness.
"Director, it's really like this. The Japanese airport was bombed!" Ma Ming put the message on the table. There were only four words on it: It's true!
"Damn it, is this guy a Monkey? He killed so many Japanese at once, and he also blew up all the planes and killed 97 of the pilots. What a pervert."
"Director, how should we handle this matter? Should we report it to the committee?"
"Report, we must report. Didn't the Japanese attack our Wanping City? We also attacked their airport in Xinjing. Let me see who is feeling distressed. Hahaha, relieve your anger. Really relieve your anger. I don't know who
What will his expression be like?"
With that said, he immediately picked up the phone and called directly.
"Yunong, it's me, Lao Xu!"
Dai Yunong on the other end of the phone never thought that Xu Zeng'en would call him at this time, and he couldn't help being stunned, and immediately replied: "It turns out to be Ke Jun, why did you call me when you have time? I said why are you so magpie today?"
I kept calling, it turns out it’s your call that’s coming.”
"It's nothing. It's just that our station Zhang Tianhao bombed Kuanchengzi Airport in Xinjing, blew up dozens of planes, and killed hundreds of Japanese troops. I want to ask if you have someone over there in Xinjing who can help.
Let me ask if this is true? Please!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly and couldn't help laughing anymore.
But Dai Yunong over there looked confused and shocked. After all, how could he not know that Kuanchengzi Airport in Xinjing was bombed by that kid? He couldn't believe it himself.
After all, Cheng Zhongcheng over there didn't report to him. An agent bombed an airport and killed hundreds of people. It's almost impossible to talk about it.
But he was certain that it was true. If it wasn't true, Xu Zeng'en wouldn't have called to show off.
"Come here, send a report to Cheng Zhongcheng in Xinjing, asking about the bombing of Kuanchengzi Airport in Xinjing."
