Faced with Ming Jing's "force", Ming Lou could only nod in agreement, then took out a gold Parker pen from his pocket and carefully asked for instructions: "Sister, look, I'm still kneeling, how about..."
With that said, Minglou prepared to stand up.
It wasn't that Minglou couldn't lose face in front of his sister, but that he was really tired after a long day and then knelt for so long, so he wanted to take the opportunity to relax and relieve himself, that's all.
She didn't want Ming Jing but she didn't buy his blame. She deliberately put on a straight face and said, "Who told you to stand up? Kneel down! You've become such a traitorous dog official, and you only deserve to kneel down to sign!"
Seeing that Ming Jing's attitude was so clear and strong, Ming Lou smiled helplessly, knelt down again, quickly signed his name on the two special passes, and handed them back to Ming Jing.
However, just when Ming Jing was about to reach out to pick it up, Ming Lou took it back and asked: "Sister, you should tell me where this batch of goods is going, right? Are you planning to ship it to Chongqing or Yan'an?"
Woolen cloth?"
Ming Jing smiled faintly and copied Ming Lou's tone just now, "Transport to the Anti-Japanese Front!"
After saying that, he snatched the two passes from Minglou's hands with a "snap". After confirming that they were correct, he said lightly, "Get up."
…
When Li Qiang left Paramount, the night was already deep.
But he did not call a rickshaw like other guests to go home before the curfew. Instead, he walked slowly on the road alone with his brows furrowed.
A sudden gust of cold wind suddenly made Li Qiang feel more energetic, and also made the complicated thoughts in his mind become much clearer.
And this is exactly what Li Qiang needs at the moment. He needs enough time to think about why Jiang Zheng, who he highly suspects was sent by Wang Manchun to monitor him, appeared in the underground tavern. Is it her personal behavior or...
Li Qiang kept making various assumptions like this, and then overturned them one by one. Unknowingly, the door of Ming Mansion was already vaguely visible.
However, Li Qiang did not continue walking towards the Ming Mansion. Instead, he turned around and got into a public phone booth on the roadside and dialed a phone number...
Early the next morning, Uncle Li climbed up to the attic quietly, fearing that he would disturb Mrs. Su's translation work by making any sound.
Little did they know that Mrs. Su had already translated the telegram. When she saw Uncle Li pushing the door in, she turned to him and said, "Uncle Li, are you going to buy old newspapers again?"
Uncle Li nodded gently, put down the pile of old newspapers in his left hand, and put the bag in his right hand in front of Mrs. Su, "I also brought you breakfast, eat it while it's hot!"
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Uncle Li casually pulled up a chair and sat down, asking, "Any new instructions? Do you have any clues about the explosives?"
"Not yet." Mrs. Su ignored breakfast and shook her head gently. She then handed over the message she had just translated. "The superiors have instructed that the base area is in urgent need of quinine, sulfa, and vaccines to prevent cholera and typhoid fever.
Hopefully we can send it as soon as possible.”
"Well, I understand, I will arrange it immediately." Uncle Li took the message and said solemnly.
Mrs. Su took out a steaming pancake from the bag, took a bite carefully, and asked: "By the way, Uncle Li, have you connected with the cobra?"
"No, he broke the promise."
"It seems that not only us, but also his current situation must be very dangerous, otherwise he would not have refused to contact us for so long." Mrs. Su analyzed.
Uncle Li nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think so too. The struggle situation in Shanghai is far more severe than we imagined. But in this way, how can we confirm the backbone of those who participated in the 'Peace Conference'?
Should we take the water route or the land route?”
"I received the news that they should have taken the water route." Mrs. Su said with certainty.
Uncle Li's eyes couldn't help but light up after hearing this, but he quickly calmed down and cautiously confirmed: "Where did you get the news? Is it reliable?"
"There was a dance held at the Navy Club on the 76th. A Qiang, the young nephew of the Ming family, overheard the discussion between the eldest young master of the Ming family, Ming Lou, and his butler, Acheng, on how to receive those who came to attend the 'Peace Conference'
The conversation between the traitorous officials was then relayed to Chairman Ming."
"Is it that Aqiang again?" Uncle Li couldn't help but wonder after hearing this, "Nowadays, the eldest young master of the Ming family, Minglou, is not only a rising political star that the new government has touted, but he has also just served as the deputy director of the Special Task Committee. Since he
The words coming out of your mouth are very credible!”
"Then...should we start preparing for the 'Smash Plan' now?"
"The key is still the issue of explosives. As I said, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice." Uncle Li said with a headache.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Su couldn't help but suggest: "How about... I go to Chairman Ming and ask her to help find a solution?"
"Ming Jing's identity is too special, otherwise the superiors would not have approved your recruitment of her to join the organization. I think the superiors must have considered the overall situation when doing this, so we should not involve her unless we have to."
Good to come in."
"So... what about transporting medicines to Hong Kong?" Mrs. Su asked again.
"We can ask her to help with this trip. After all, the situation above is urgent, and she is a family member of a new government official. We can give this task to her and regard it as a test for her by the organization."
Mrs. Su quickly and happily agreed: "Okay!"
…
"Ha——!" Early in the morning, Li Qiang, who had been awake almost all night, came to the office on Yuyuan Road, staring at the big dark circles under his eyes and yawning.
When Wang Erzhu saw this, he asked with concern: "Brother, where have you been? Why have you lost your energy at all? How about... I'll get you two cigarette bubbles."
Pinpin?”
"No! Brother Zhuzhu, are you doing this on purpose? It's not like you don't know that what I hate the most is that thing." At this point, Li Qiang suddenly realized, "No, Brother Zhuzhu, please bring it up properly.
What's this happening for? Could it be..."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Erzhu mysteriously took out two exquisitely crafted brocade boxes from the drawer of his desk and handed them to Li Qiang.
"Don't tell me, it's really high-end stuff. Where did it come from?"
"Chase Freight Company."
"It seems that Manager Min has already hooked up with Liang Zhongchun. No wonder the customs suddenly asked for the official seal of the Secret Service Committee."
Liang Zhongchun, Liang Zhongchun, you yourself hit the muzzle of my gun, so don’t blame me for being cruel!
