Chen Baoxiang had thousands of words in his heart, and they all came to his throat. He was suddenly blocked and couldn't say a word.
"Boss Chen, don't say it, I know it all. If you say it out loud, it will be worthless."
Gu Lanchun smiled, with small dimples appearing on both sides of his mouth. On both cheeks, there were large and deep dimples.
In the mirror, although she didn't wear a headdress or paint a trace of pastel, she was already an unparalleled beauty.
When Chen Baoxiang looked at her, he really wanted to run into the mirror and grow old together like the two people in the mirror, motionless.
"I won't tell you. As long as you know, I will never tell you."
"You told the sect master that you were willing to die for me. At that moment, I felt that all the ups and downs in the first half of my life were all for someone who was truly worth waiting for."
Although she didn't say that person was Chen Baoxiang, there was no one else but him.
"I won't die. After blowing up the Japanese cargo platform, I will be able to escape unscathed."
Gu Lanchun took a deep breath and began to disguise Chen Baoxiang.
After a while, the disguise ended, and Chen Baoxiang turned into a middle-aged man with a yellowish-black complexion and a sluggish spirit, very similar to the person in the photo.
Someone came in, held up a good citizen certificate, walked around Chen Baoxiang, observed, and then nodded and went out.
Gu Lanchun stopped and looked at Chen Baoxiang in the mirror again: "Okay, disguise yourself like this, sneak into the goods counter, and you can do whatever you want with the rest."
She used a wet towel and gently wiped it on Chen Baoxiang's face a few times. All the disguise items disappeared completely, and Chen Baoxiang returned to his original appearance.
The art of disguise has always been one of the most mysterious mysteries in China. It has appeared in Jinan in the past, but there are very few that are as sophisticated as Gu Lanchun.
The two sat at the table and continued to discuss the big plan for February 2.
"A narrow escape from death."
This is Gu Lanchun's comment on this plan. Even so, I will have no regrets.
Chen Baoxiang doesn't know how he got to this point.
Perhaps, ever since the Japanese invaded Jinan, the days when people were not like humans and ghosts were not like ghosts began.
If you want to return to the past, someone must rise up and split this chaotic world.
"I will adapt to circumstances and not let this plan slip by my side."
Gu Lanchun smiled and stopped talking, just looking at the dusk outside the door silently.
Someone came in carrying a wooden box, placed it on the table, and quickly opened the lid. Inside were explosive packets and miniature models of incendiary bombs, each of which was only the size of a teacup.
Gu Lanchun spread out the map of the goods platform, picked up the models, and placed them one by one in different locations.
"Boss Chen, when the time comes, you place them in this order, light them one by one, and then evacuate. If they are discovered by the Japanese, our other infiltrators will deal with them quickly and will not alert the Japanese army."
Chen Baoxiang understood that the person participating in the operation was not one person, but a group of people, even the main force of Wanhua Tower.
He can disguise himself, and the three people who sneaked in last time can also take action a second time.
Gu Lanchun demonstrated it three times and asked Chen Baoxiang to arrange it again before this session was over.
"When everything is over, I will take care of you outside. After washing off the disguise items, I will take you back to the rice shop."
Gu Lanchun's voice was still calm, but cold sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.
This kind of action is equivalent to walking on a tightrope. If one person makes a mistake, everyone will be killed. If they don't jump into the drainage channel in time, there will be explosions and fireworks flying from the cargo platform, and there will be no way to escape.
Gu Lanchun saw Chen Baoxiang out and shook hands to say goodbye.
Chen Baoxiang walked back quickly and entered Xigendao Street, then slowed down and gently smelled the fragrance on his fingers.
The ancients said that a handshake among thousands of flowers will make my sleeves fragrant for three years.
He had been with Gu Lanchun for two hours, and his body was smeared with Gu Lanchun's fragrance. When he returned to the rice shop, Liu Yue'e was afraid that Liu Yue'e could smell it, so he simply turned north and went to Daming Lake.
At that moment, his chest was filled with heat and he could no longer feel the chill of the lake.
If there were no Japanese devils, there would not be such a brutal killing at night.
Jinan has different scenery throughout the year. Those young men and women who are pregnant with spring go to the lake for a walk in the middle of the night, chanting the wind and the moon, and reading romantic poems.
Chen Baoxiang walked along the lake shore for a while, and the siren in the direction of the cargo platform rang.
This sound was particularly scary in the middle of the night.
Chen Baoxiang frowned and listened. The sirens howled for a while before slowly stopping.
If the cargo platform is blown up, the enemy's searchlight will be useless no matter how bright it is.
Chen Baoxiang felt very excited when he thought that he could destroy so many Japanese military supplies by himself.
The Japanese made great plans to transport all kinds of instruments to Jinan, and their plot behind the scenes was extremely sinister.
What Chen Baoxiang did may be able to save thousands of people, which is a great virtue.
Tired from walking around the lake, Chen Baoxiang sat down and faced the strong wind blowing from Tiegong Temple, with a silent smile on his face.
The thunder is coming, and the heaven and earth are in a state of silence.
There is advancement and retreat, there is a beginning and an end.
After blowing up the counter, he returned to open a rice shop without any worries.
The big hermit hides in the city, the small hermit hides in the wild.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
After doing this, he can be like the "Twelve Heavenly Officials". Although he has retired to the countryside, the legend of Chen Baoxiang still remains in the world.
When he got to the back of the rice shop, he smelled his sleeves again and found that the aroma had faded.
After entering the door, Liu Yue'e was mending clothes under the lamp.
"Head of the family, our family is full of people now. Some neighbors just came to visit and congratulated each other. They all said that you have a blessed face and you should have prospered long ago. Several children are also promising. The father is kind and the son is filial, and the whole family is auspicious..."
Chen Baoxiang sat down and looked at Liu Yuee's face.
On that face, the eyes smiled like crescent moons.
"We wanted to keep a low profile, but Master Feng revealed it to us with just one sentence. You can't blame me for showing off, right?"
Chen Baoxiang laughed. Mr. Feng and the Huang family gave such a generous gift, and there must be other contacts in the future.
Come and go, it's a big expense.
"The head of the family, Xiu'er said when she came back, the teacher at the private school asked her to convey congratulations on her behalf."
"I know, good."
The conversation started by Mr. Feng made Chen's rice shop become a big topic in Jinan city for a while.
For Chen Baoxiang, it is a good thing.
Even if something big happened on the shelf, no one would suspect him.
Given such a good life, who would do such a narrow escape?
He was lying on the bed, staring at the beams in trance.
Zhu Xiaotian and Wu Yixiao had tried their best, but they didn't expect that the "Twelve Heavenly Officials" were hidden in Scissor Lane. Zhu Xiaotian's serial layout was clearly visible under their noses.
Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Zhu Xiaotian was good at calculations, but he could not have predicted that he would die in Jianzi Lane.
"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such..."
Chen Baoxiang fell asleep unknowingly, and everything that happened today became a thing of the past as he closed his eyes.
February 2 arrived as promised. Before dawn, Chen Baoxiang ordered Liu Yue'e to take Chuanwen and Chuanwu to the barber shop on Chasi Street in the morning to get a haircut, shave and clean up.
Last night, he had already asked his two sons and his boss to ask for leave, and also told the family: "I will go out early tomorrow morning to discuss things. I will go to Changqing first, and if necessary, then to Tai'an, and I will come back the day after tomorrow at the earliest."
Chen Baoxiang walked out quietly. When he arrived at the agreed place, someone came in.
Gu Lanchun had been waiting for a long time and immediately started to disguise himself.
Everything is ready, go directly to the goods counter.
The name on the good citizen certificate was "Hu Dachun". When he arrived at the goods counter, he successfully passed the three sentry posts with the good citizen certificate.
This is where Chuanwen and Chuanwu work every day. To the north of the cargo platform is the train track. The sleepers and gravel under the track are dirty and have turned gray-black.
To the west is the car entrance and exit, to the south and east are the storage areas, and the perimeter is surrounded by barbed wire.
The utility room Liancheng Bi mentioned is to the southwest of the cargo platform, and the drainage channel is in the middle of the storage yard to the south. The distance between the two is about twenty steps.
"Beep, beep" twice, blowing the whistle with his head full of anger, the laborers stood in four rows, with ten people in each row.
"Listen, brothers, there are twelve wagons coming from Qingdao today, and they are all boxes. As soon as the wagons arrive, we work as a team to work on one wagon. We have to move quickly and lift it gently, so as not to damage the boxes. I still say the same old saying
, we go out and rely on the strength of our two arms to eat. The more we work, the more money we get. I am not blind, and the imperial army is not blind either. Don’t be cunning..."
Chen Baoxiang listened to the leader's instructions and observed the surrounding situation from the corner of his eyes, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Getting the explosive packs and incendiary bombs from the utility room, placing them, and lighting them is not an easy job. It has to be fast and accurate, just like lighting up firecrackers during the New Year.
If the lighting is slow and the back is not lit yet, but the front has exploded, then the person will not survive.
He took a deep breath, clenched his fists again and again, and slowly released them, keeping his fingers flexible.
"Brothers, Imperial Army Renyi, these two months' wages and rewards have been paid out again and again. No matter how much they are paid, they will go directly into the pockets of the brothers. I am helping and working in vain. Do you understand? Today is the second day of February, when the dragon raises its head.
, starting from tomorrow, everyone will make a fortune together, and the wages will be the same as before. Old workers will get two draws, and new workers will get three draws. Did you hear that?"
No one answered, they all lowered their heads silently.
It's natural to cut your head into pieces.
Every time the Japanese paid wages, they paid it directly to him, and he distributed it to everyone.
Chen Baoxiang looked at the leader. If Chuan Wen worked well at the goods counter and was appreciated, he would be classified as a third leader or a second leader, and the same would happen when the time comes.
"Sucking human blood is not a fucking thing!"
"Draw two and draw three. After working hard all day, you should pay him first with money?"
"Good people don't live long, and disasters last for ten thousand years. Traitors know how to deceive the common people!"
"Have a son without sex, marry a wife and be a cuckold... God will strike him with thunder, you are a blood-sucking dog!"
The laborers cursed quietly, but on the surface no one objected.
Chen Baoxiang saw five Japanese coming from the west, followed by an interpreter in a floral suit.
Their focus was on a large pile of boxes on the shelf, covered with grass-green canvas, twenty paces long, ten paces wide, and one foot high.
"Retreat, retreat to the east, stand in line, the Japanese are coming to inspect!"
After giving orders to the head, the laborers pushed and shoved and retreated to the easternmost corner.
Chen Baoxiang stood in the back row and remained silent to avoid suspicion.
"Brothers, I've been slapped twice on the head, what do you think? Should we continue to endure it, or should we tell the Japanese directly?"
A laborer in his forties stood up and faced the crowd with a Liaocheng accent and an angry face.
"You don't even speak Japanese, how can you speak to Japanese people?"
"The Japanese believe in bosses, can they still trust us?"
"It's better not to bother. This guy is gone, and the next one will come. The world is as black as crows, it's useless."