In the evening, Zhang Tianhao stayed at home and didn't go anywhere, but took a good rest.
In fact, he could sleep there, and he began to think about the possibilities in all aspects. After all, at this point, he had to be prepared in all aspects.
Any possible danger must be nipped in the bud, and he would not allow himself to find a loophole for the Japanese.
In the end, he still didn't think of any good solutions. He could only take it one step at a time. Except for the development of the intelligence department, he really didn't think of any good solutions.
"Dong dong dong!"
Just when he was lying on the bed, not even thinking about eating dinner, he saw a knock on the door from outside.
"Mr. Qin, are you at home? I'm Lao Tie. I'll bring you some dumplings!"
His neighbor Lao Tie's voice rang outside the door, which made Zhang Tianhao stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"It turns out to be Lao Tie. Just wait for me and I will open the door for you."
He immediately got up, put on his leather shoes and went to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Lao Tie standing outside with a plate of dumplings.
"Old man, you are too polite. Come on in and sit for a while!"
Zhang Tianhao was not polite, took the dumplings directly, and then let Lao Tie in.
"No, no, my mother-in-law made this. I don't know if it suits your taste. I heard that you are from Shanghai, so I don't know if you like it or not!"
"Thank you so much. I'm from the south, and I still prefer eating dumplings. Let's do this. I have wine here. You can take a bottle back and drink it slowly, or you can drink some with me here. I have dumplings but no wine. It’s a great regret in life.”
Zhang Tianhao laughed out loud, pulled Lao Tie to the lobby, put the dumplings on the table, then took out a bottle of Changle wine from the side and put it directly into his hand.
"I'm so embarrassed!"
Lao Tie is also a person who likes to drink. His family is usually in a tight situation, so he is naturally reluctant to buy wine.
"Ah, this can't be done, it can't be done!"
"You are so polite there, take it, or else you can take this dumpling back!"
When Lao Tie heard this, he felt a little embarrassed. After all, by exchanging a plate of dumplings for a bottle of wine, he really got a big advantage.
"Okay, but Mr. Qin, if you are at home alone and don't want to cook, come to my house to eat! I will ask your sister-in-law to cook it for you!"
"Then I'll go ahead and thank you, old man!"
With that said, he pushed Lao Tie directly out of the house. In his helplessness, Lao Tie could only go back with a bottle of wine.
After closing the door again, Zhang Tianhao looked at the dumplings on the table and sighed, then picked up a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen and started eating.
Chive dumplings, very ordinary dumplings, with a whiff of chives hitting your nostrils.
Suddenly he put down his chopsticks and recalled the conversation with Lao Tie just now. His brows also frowned slightly. After all, Lao Tie just said that he was from Shanghai.
You must know that he is from Shanghai. Except for the office or the special agents, no one else knows. How did this old man know?
He also had countless doubts in his heart, but he immediately understood them.
"This old man was bribed by the Japanese."
Immediately he understood in his heart that it didn't cost much to monitor his every move. This was absolutely cost-effective. However, Lao Tie was not a professional agent, so he accidentally revealed something that should not be revealed.
"It seems that the Japanese are going to tighten their control over Xinjing again."
However, he was not polite and started eating slowly.
Not that he was worried that Lao Tie wanted to harm him. If Lao Tie wanted to harm him, his expression would have already given him away.
It can be seen that Lao Tie was quite sincere when he brought the dumplings.
Thinking of this, he put his heart in his stomach. Once the identity of the agent is exposed, he will have little value.
After checking the time, he held the dumplings and slowly walked out of the lobby. Then he looked outside. It was getting dark and Qian Jun was almost coming back.
Originally, he wanted to inform Qian Jun, but he immediately rejected the idea. Basically, if there were no problems in the morning, he would meet them while eating wontons in the morning, around 7:30.
If Zhang Tianhao has something to do, go early. If nothing happens, he won't go. If Qian Jun has something to do, go early. When the other person passes by, he will find him.
"Forget it, let's eat first!"
He quickly finished the dumplings on his plate and went straight to write a letter. He still had some things to do here. He wanted to write and print anti-Japanese leaflets.
After eating the dumplings, he went directly into the room to write an article. There was not much content, he just wrote some broadcasts on the radio and Japan's brazen invasion war.
This can inspire many people's anti-Japanese passion.
"Japan's Atrocities" and "Resistance under Genocide"...
As he slowly wrote down the document, he then made simple modifications. After all, this was a ready-made article, and he only had to write it down from memory.
Next he began printing in the basement, leaving no clues to himself.
When all the flyers were printed, he looked at them and was stunned for a moment. It was already past eleven o'clock again.
However, this is no longer important. What he has to do now is to distribute leaflets everywhere, but he cannot post them everywhere as usual, he can only scatter leaflets everywhere.
After a short time, he left home and disappeared in this area.
An hour later, he came to the street where the Japanese drove and randomly stole a car.
After all, stealing a car is still too simple for him.
The car started in the DC area, then went to a place where it dropped a handful of leaflets, and then the car quickly disappeared on this street.
More than a thousand leaflets were scattered in the four districts of his city. As for when he discovered them, he almost didn't have to guess. It is estimated that the police would have discovered them as soon as he stepped forward.
When it was past three o'clock in the morning, he returned to the area near his home, put the car away, and then quickly sneaked back home like a cat.
After all, Lao Tie was watching over him, so he had better not make any noise.
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"Jingle Bell!"
At about two o'clock in the middle of the night, while Changji Murakami was sleeping at home, the phone at home suddenly rang for no reason.
He turned on the light, then reached for the phone to answer the call.
"Chief of the village section, something serious has happened. Someone is handing out leaflets everywhere in the city. Now we have organized manpower to start cleaning up, but there are too many, and the whole city is too large."
"Anti-Japanese leaflets?"
"Yes!" Director Qin said directly in a low voice. Obviously, there was nothing he could do if he reported here.
"Baga, immediately collect the reactionary leaflets in the whole city, and at the same time, find them for me, and arrest this damn anti-Japanese element who distributed the leaflets."
"Section Chief, the other party is driving a car. Our people can't catch up. The other party has disappeared."
"Baga, whose car is this? Check it out for me!"
"That was Mitsui's Inoshita-kun's car. We didn't dare to follow it. Our people found that the flyers were thrown out of this car. They didn't even stop on the street and just threw a few flyers.
, and already left." Director Qin also helplessly told the true situation.