Li Changchun also knew what Zhao Yuezhu meant. After all, their group originally had more than thirty people, but now there are less than ten people left.
In the battle between the military commanders and the Japanese, too many people died, and very few students in the same class survived after the Anti-Japanese War.
"Thanks for your hard work!"
In the room, Zhao Yuezhu accompanied Li Changchun and settled him down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Stationmaster, I want to see if I can find another medicine, otherwise your body..."
"Thank you for your hard work. Be careful when you go out. You have been in Shanghai for more than two months." Li Changchun responded. After all, if Zhao Yuezhu betrayed him, he would have died long ago.
"Okay, I'll go out first. I might not come back tonight! If the stationmaster needs something to eat, just call the waiter below."
After saying that, Zhao Yuezhu walked out of the room and walked outside.
She did not leave immediately, but found a place, ordered herself a cup of coffee and drank it.
It was still early and there was no need for her to go to the hotel designated by Zhang Tianhao to meet him. Even if she wanted to meet Zhang Tianhao now, she had to be careful.
Even Li Changchun needs to be more thoughtful.
It seemed unreasonable, but she knew that when meeting Zhang Tianhao, she had to be careful and never be too careful.
There were originally a dozen of her sisters, but now there are only a few left, all of whom came from Xichang and were brought out by Zhang Tianhao.
Time passed slowly while waiting here, and the sky was getting later and later.
…
Zhang Tianhao, who returned to the villa, did not go to work immediately. Instead, he sat there and made himself a cup of tea. He needed to think about it.
He has not been in contact with everyone from Xichang for a long time. It is easy to say, but it has been more than two years since he has not been in contact.
This time is really long enough.
Of course, some of them met two years ago, and some of them hadn't seen each other for several years. He didn't know how they were doing now, so he was still a little worried.
Sun Xinxin also sent a telegram to Xi'an. It was just a clear message and it was sent to a designated person. It seemed very simple.
Has the young master returned home?
Only those under Zhang Tianhao knew about it, and Zhang Tianhao had also placed several personnel in the Xi'an Telegraph Bureau, but these personnel looked ordinary and had no special characteristics.
When the telegram here was just sent, the person receiving the telegram over there immediately knew that it was a message from Zhang Tianhao and others.
After all, the telegram contained special content, which was the young master, and there was no address for receiving the telegram.
At this time, as one of the telegraph operators at the Xi'an Telegraph Bureau, Qiao Xin held the telegram in her hand. Although she did not receive it, she still heard the discussion among her colleagues.
After all, I can’t send it out without an address!
"Qiao Xin, do you recognize this telegram?"
"Sister Luo, this was sent by our former talented man. He was doing business in Shanghai, and he may have sent the young master back, so I sent a telegram to ask. Unfortunately, the master's family has been bombed.
It’s gone, alas!”
"Your master?"
"It's gone!"
Upon hearing this, other people also showed sympathetic eyes. After all, they also knew Luo Xin's life experience.
"Is it Mr. Luo's house?"
"No, I used to study and my master supported me. If you ask me now, I will repay you later. After all, this road is not safe."
"By the way, Sister Luo, please ask for leave for me. I'll go out and make a phone call to ask if the young master is back?" Qiao Xin thought for a moment, but still said a little embarrassedly.
"Okay, there's a phone here, just ask, anyway..."
It's obvious to them that calling here can save some money.
"Okay, let me ask!"
When Qiao Xin heard this, she was not polite. She went to the outer room, talked to the station manager, and then made a phone call.
In the Zhang Mansion, Du Xinran was playing with her two children when she heard the phone ringing on the table, and an old woman helped her pick it up.
After a while, I heard the old woman shouting to Du Xinran: "Miss, someone is calling you!"
"Um!"
She responded, then said no to the two children: "Bao'er, Xue'er, you two are playing here, I'm going to answer a phone call."
After saying that, she walked towards the hall.
At this time, the old woman had left and the phone was placed on the table. She picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hi, hello, who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, are you a young woman? I wonder if the young master has gone home?"
Qiao Xin on the other end immediately asked in a low voice.
"Master, no, what's wrong?"
"I understand. Maybe something happened to the young master on the road. I sent a telegram to ask about it." Qiao Xin explained in a low voice.
"Then let it be like this, I will reply to you now."
At this time, Du Xinran didn't know that Zhang Tianhao had sent a telegram to ask. After all, she already knew that Zhang Tianhao's substitute was coming back, but she just didn't know when.
After hanging up the phone, Du Xinran sat there and became a little silent. After all, she couldn't talk about this matter, or even talk nonsense.
The call was clearly meant for Chen Wanqing, but she knew it was for her.
"This bastard will be gone for two or three years!"
She couldn't help but curse a few times in her heart, and then she put her mind down and continued walking outside, taking a deep breath before going to play with her two children, Bao'er and Xue'er.
As for Bao'er, he was her son. Xue'er was Chen Wanqing's daughter. Now that she knew it was Zhang Tianhao's, she was also angry and wanted to get angry, but in the end, she endured it.
The special nature of her job allowed her to learn a lot. At least her superiors sent someone to contact her and taught her a lot.
The old lady at home, Wu Ma, was also sent here by her superiors. After all, she has a good relationship with Xu Yaoqian. If something happens, she might hear some news and naturally pass it on to Wu Ma and ask Wu Ma to send it out.
She sat on the big chair, looking at the two children who looked like clay monkeys, and finally gave a wry smile.
…
In the villa in the Shanghai Concession, Zhang Tianhao took the telegram sent in by Sun Xinxin. His face turned a little dark because it had not been delivered yet. This was already the fifth day. If it was a train, it would have arrived five days ago.
If delivered by car, it should arrive in two days.
He never thought that it had not arrived yet, so it was obviously an accident.
His stand-in Erniu had suffered for him, and now he was missing, which made him feel a little distressed.
"By the way, send a telegram to my brother in Jiangbei. It seems to be eight o'clock in the evening, right?"
"Yes, at eight o'clock on Wednesday night, if we have something to do, we will send a telegram there. If there is nothing, there is no need to send it."
Sun Xinxin thought for a moment and nodded seriously.
"Well, send them a telegram at eight o'clock in the evening, informing them to find a car and go to Xi'an to check and see how the substitute is doing. Was he killed halfway or was he robbed?
?”
"Robbed? Who dares?"
"There are too many Japanese, or our opponents, who want me dead. It's not surprising at all!" He rolled his eyes directly, and then said calmly,