After a few days of recuperation, Lao Li's injury has improved a lot, and he can now lean on the bed and eat by himself.【】
Others call him Lao Li, but in fact he is only thirty-two years old, the same age as Du Ziyuan. In this way, Lin Xiu has a little problem when taking care of him.
The climate in Nanjing is known as one of the three great furnaces of the Yangtze River. There is almost no spring. People have just enjoyed spring after spending the cold weather, and suddenly, summer is here. It is fine when the sun does not come out, it is relatively cool. As soon as the sun comes out, it is...
It's that humid and hot summer. Nanjing people, or southerners, have to take a shower every evening to eliminate the sweat on their bodies.
So, in the evening, after dinner, Lin Xiu came in with a basin of hot water and wanted to wipe his body. Although Lao Li was thirty-two years old, he had never been married. A lesbian wanted to give him
Wiping his body makes him feel embarrassed.
At this moment, Lin Xiu smiled and said: "Old Li, I am a doctor. I have seen everything. Don't be embarrassed. Rub your body with hot water more often to activate blood circulation and help your injuries recover faster.
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Lao Li had no choice but to raise his hands as if surrendering and let her wipe his body.
When Lin Xiu wiped his body, she had to take care of the injury on his head, and looked up at him from time to time. She found that he was also looking at her. As soon as their eyes exchanged, the two people's hearts fluctuated a little. Later.
They fell in love, but that happened later. At this time, they just had some good feelings.
When Du Ziyuan came, Lin Xiu was sitting by the bed, rolling up washed and dried bandages while chatting with Lao Li about the situation in the Fujian, Zhejiang and Jiangxi base areas. Seeing Du Ziyuan come in, Lin Xiu picked up the bag with bandages and gauze.
Gen Luo went out and closed the door.
Du Ziyuan sat down on the stool where Lin Xiu once sat. The two said a few words about wound recovery, and Lao Li's face became a little serious.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Du Ziyuan asked with concern.
Lao Li hesitated for a moment and finally said: "Lao Du, there is one thing, can you help me?"
"You said, whatever I can do, I will try my best." Du Ziyuan said with certainty.
"It's such a thing." Lao Li said after considering it, "I also have a team in Nanjing. There are not many people, but the work is OK. They got a message that in Nanjing, someone has a batch of arms and is working on it.
Find a buyer."
"You want arms?" Du Ziyuan was a little surprised.
"Yes. If I can find this seller, I want to buy it, and I want to buy it quickly."
"Why?" Du Ziyuan was a little confused.
"Everything else in this batch of arms is easy to say. But according to reliable information, there are more than a dozen radios and accessories in this batch of arms. This is what we urgently need, very much." Lao Li said to him sincerely.
Du Ziyuan stayed silent. What he mainly did in Nanjing was intelligence work and had nothing to do with arms. He was not sure whether he could handle this matter.
"Lao Du, please help me. The situation on the battlefield is different now. Communication is not smooth, and we are at a disadvantage. The equipment we use now is not very good, and sometimes there are problems with the connection with the East China Military Region. We are urgent
We urgently need these radio stations."
Du Ziyuan gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll try to find out if I can find this seller. Don't worry, I will try my best."
Du Ziyuan stood up and was about to leave. He thought, regarding the arms matter, I wonder if Zhang Bowei has any solution. He is a profiteer who does all kinds of black and white business.
Du Ziyuan hurriedly left Lao Li's secret residence with worries on his mind. He called Zhang Bowei on the way and said, "Mr. Zhang, your funds haven't arrived yet. What's going on?"
Zhang Bo understood that this was an urgent matter. He shouted repeatedly, "Manager Du, no problem, no problem, the funds will arrive soon, I guarantee there will be no problem. I have already got the check. I am spinning
Men, are you coming over? I'll treat you to dinner. Okay, let's talk about it when we meet."
They met in the "revolving door" private room. As soon as Zhang Bowei heard about the arms issue, he was a little embarrassed, "I heard that someone has been doing arms business in Nanjing. But who is this person and how to do this business?"
, but don’t know anything about it. Lao Du, do you want me to do this business?”
Du Ziyuan nodded, "This is an additional task. You must be cautious and put safety first."
Zhang Bowei thought about it in his mind. He did know that "Fishbone" had handled the Xiaguan arms case and might have some clues. He should ask her when they meet again.
Du Ziyuan asked about another thing. The traffic line at "Huaishu" has been restored. I wonder what the situation is like at "Yubi". This is a bigger matter.
Uncle Zhang nodded to him, "Don't worry, I have informed Yushu of this matter, and she knows what to do. She is checking the safety of Sophora Tree all the time."
The incident that Du Ziyuan and Zhang Boyei talked about has something to do with Gao Maolin from the Ministry of National Defense Security Office.
Gao Maolin is still doing his own thing in the guard room of the Ministry of National Defense. Sometimes he is very busy, and sometimes he is more leisurely. Now is the time when he is relatively free. He leans on the stage separated from the special inspection team, silently talking to the guard
The door outside the room catches officers or vehicles passing by from time to time.
When his secret work came to a standstill, he felt unhappy. He felt that his value was gradually disappearing and might even be forgotten. He really wanted to do something to change the current situation. But what did he do?
There was nothing he could do or do. He could only wait.
The special investigation team behind him was still busy. They were busy every day. Gao Maolin vaguely heard a phone ringing somewhere, as if it was coming from a far away place. It took him a while to remember that it was from the special investigation team behind him.
In the examination room. He really hoped that someone would call him and inform him, "Gao Maolin, you go to the liberated area and you have a new job." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
He turned back and glanced at the special inspection room. Liu Shouming, who he couldn't let go of, was putting down his phone and walking towards the door. Gao Maolin guessed that Liu Shouming might have something to do and wanted to go out.
But Liu Shouming stopped in front of the small blackboard at the door. He picked up an eraser, erased the words on the blackboard, and then picked up a piece of chalk.
Gao Maolin felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his face, and the scenery in front of him became blurry. Liu Shouming was not in a hurry, and seemed to be thinking about something. Then he began to write on the blackboard.
Gao Maolin tried his best to restrain his excitement. He believed, he believed unbelievably, that this should be a safety signal. This meant that the secret chain connected to his life began to rotate again. The party organization still remembered him and needed it.
he.
Gao Maolin slowly sat down on the chair, clenched his fists, and calmed himself down.
What he has to do next is to wait until he gets off work and then deliver the information.
At this time, the waiting became uncomfortable. The time was very, very long. Such waiting made him doubt himself several times, "Is that really a safe signal?" In order to dispel this doubt, he specially hugged him.
The box of letters went to the special inspection room. When I came out, I looked carefully at the small blackboard and found that it was indeed written by Liu Shouming.
He began to consider whether he should tell Comrade "Huaishu" the news to make him happy. But in the end, he warned himself to calm down, be sure to calm down. He would not be sure until he passed on the information tonight.
It's all true. "Tomorrow, I'll tell him tomorrow."
He finally got off work. At this time, another question came up, how much intelligence he planned to pass on to the outside world. He now has four films and some paper documents. "The more information, the more dangerous it is." He understands this.
Reason. To be on the safe side, it is best for him to only send out one film, and the others will be sent out gradually later. However, information is time-sensitive. Some information, although very important, will be useless once that time has passed.
The value was gone. After careful consideration, he decided to take all the information with him and wait until he got there to act by chance.
In the evening, Gao Maolin didn't have dinner, and he couldn't eat at all. He picked up a cloth bag and left the house.
Inside the cloth bag is a brown paper bag, which contains all the paper items. This cloth bag is very common, and many people who go to work use this kind of cloth bag. If they don't have much, they will roll it up and put it under their arms.
.Only proud company managers use leather bags.
He put the four film rolls into two walnuts and put them in his pocket.
He walked slowly on the road, trying to look like a walker. He had to be extremely careful at all times.
At the entrance of Confucius Temple, there were many pedestrians. Small businessmen and hawkers were also shouting loudly on the roadside. Gao Maolin soon met the young man who shined shoes that he was looking forward to. The man was loudly soliciting customers. Gao Maolin continued to go in.
Go, in that unnoticed corner, he saw the old man guarding the cart.
The old man also saw him and observed the surrounding situation calmly.
Gao Maolin walked over and glanced at the goods on his cart, especially the small box containing two walnuts placed on the outside. He picked up the two walnuts in the box and looked at them carefully. The old man
So she stared at him. When Gao Maolin put it down, he put down the other two walnuts in his hand.
Gao Maolin didn't leave. He noticed a wicker basket placed next to the cart, with some wrapped goods in it. He asked: "Uncle, how much does that facial cream cost?"
The old man was already a little surprised. He put down the feather duster in his hand, pressed it right on the box with walnuts, and stretched out four fingers to him.
Gao Maolin nodded and said, "Bring me a box." Then he took out his wallet from his arms. When he was looking for money in his wallet, he put the cloth bag in his hand into the wicker basket. He took out a few banknotes from his wallet.
, handed it to the old man, took the facial cream, and left without looking back.
Gao Maolin walked behind the corner and turned around casually. He saw the old man putting the wicker basket on the cart, covering it with a cloth, then pulling up the cart and leaving.
Gao Maolin really wanted to follow him for a while, but this was not allowed. He hoped that the old man would have a safe journey.
There were two things that Gao Maolin didn't expect. The first thing he found out after he went to work the next day was that Comrade "Huaishu" went to Shanghai for a meeting. It was said that he was to report to the Chairman of the Committee on the war situation in North China, which would take a few days.
Back. He thought that it would take a few days for Comrade "Huaishu" to know the good news that traffic had been restored. The one who needed to restrain himself was himself, and he couldn't wait to tell Comrade "Huaishu" the good news.
The second thing he didn't expect was that the information he delivered this time would actually be his last.
You Shaoqing's shrewdness is by no means ordinary. She has already smelled the traces of Gao Maolin like a hound. The premonition Gao Maolin had a few days ago is about to come true.
Later, when he sat in the cell, he would often break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he had sent all the information. Otherwise, once these things fell into the hands of the agents, it was very likely that the "Sophora Tree" would be traced.
On his body. He said to himself in his heart, "Fortunately, fortunately!"
