When he saw the information saying that Fengxia would become deaf-mute when she was six or seven years old because she had a fever and had no money for treatment, Wang Xu secretly remembered it in his heart.
How much money can be spent on a fever? Xu Jiazhen doesn't have this money, but Wang Xu does.
As a modern person, Wang Xu certainly has many shortcomings, but those are just to adapt to society.
In this cannibalistic society, if you don't eat others, others will eat you.
But this does not mean that he has no conscience.
After all, this is different from killing Xie Ruolin. There is nothing that can be done about Xie Ruolin.
When there is no conflict of interest, Wang Xu does not recommend spending a small amount of money to do trivial things to accumulate some virtue for yourself.
Of course, he would never admit that he wanted to help Feng Xia because Xu Jiazhen looked like Gong Li, which fit his own aesthetic point of view.
After closing the notebook and opening the shuttle door, Wang Xu returned to 1940 again.
In Tianjin in 1940, there were few options for leisure and entertainment. As soon as it got dark, every household would turn off the lights and go have a baby.
When Wang Xu came back, Dahuang was lying on the ground, looking helpless.
He walked up to tease Dahuang, but Dahuang ignored him. It was a blatant disregard.
"Sure enough, it's someone else's dog!" Wang Xu stopped teasing Dahuang and turned around and entered the house.
Today, he told Yu Zecheng about Commissioner Shi, and he didn't know how the underground party dealt with it.
The underground party's work style is different from that of the military. There is no tradition that they would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go.
There are certainly advantages to doing this, but the disadvantages are equally obvious.
Recalling soldier Zhang Gazhong and Commissioner Shi's eloquent talk, Wang Xu was very worried that there were changes in the underground party.
Bang, bang bang!!
Just as Wang Xu was thinking secretly, the sound of firecrackers suddenly came from the direction of Dongcheng.
Listen carefully, no, it's not firecrackers, it's gunshots.
Wang Xu's heart moved slightly, and he instinctively sensed that something big had happened. He quickly climbed up the courtyard wall, and then climbed up to the roof from the courtyard wall.
Standing on the roof and looking towards the east, you can't see anything clearly under the darkness.
However, the gunfire became more intensive, as if two armies were fighting in Tianjin.
"What's going on? Could it be that the fake special commissioner sent intelligence to the Japanese and led the military police to attack the underground party stronghold? That shouldn't be the case. With my reminder, Yu Zecheng couldn't contact Yan'an and wouldn't let him.
Fake correspondent, please pass on the information. Moreover, the gunshots are too dense. When did the underground party’s firepower become so strong!"
Standing on the roof, Wang Xu looked far away.
It took at least five or six minutes from the time he heard the gunfire to the time he climbed over the wall.
The gunshots were as dense as fried beans, and there were thunder and bright lights every now and then. There was no doubt that they were grenades.
Wang Xu, a military commander, would still believe such powerful firepower, but the underground party and their guerrillas are short of guns and artillery. Maybe the entire Tianjin Intelligence Station does not have ten guns in total. How could they steal such a firepower?
Go with strong firepower.
"Dong dong dong..." Just as Wang Xu was thinking, someone knocked on his door.
The knock on the door was very urgent, indicating that the visitor was urgent, which aroused Wang Xu's idea.
Looking from the roof, there should be a few people outside the door, looking sneaky and without any lights.
Wang Xu jumped down from the roof, walked to the door, and asked tentatively: "Who is it?"
"Old Wang, it's me, Yu Zecheng!"
This time Lao Wang yelled, Wang Xu felt embarrassed.
However, he had already heard that it was Yu Zecheng's voice, and opened the door with a wry smile: "What are you doing, coming here so late?"
As soon as the door opened, it turned out that Yu Zecheng was not alone. There was also Qiu, the shopkeeper of Lotus Leaf Chicken Shop, and a little boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.
Wang Xu frowned slightly. Under the night sky, he saw Shopkeeper Qiu covering his chest, and his blue coat was stained red with blood.
"Didn't I tell you that there was something wrong with the special correspondent? Why did it happen like this?" Seeing the blood all over the shopkeeper Qiu, Wang Xu knew that something was wrong.
With a wry smile on his face, Yu Zecheng said without looking back: "It's hard to say anything. If it's convenient, let Shopkeeper Qiu go in and take a break. I'll talk to you later."
Looking at Yu Zecheng who looked sad, Wang Xu wanted to say, why don't you pretend now?
We meet every day and pretend that we are not part of the underground party every day. I guess I can’t continue this time.
Of course, this is Wang Xu's inner thought and cannot be said verbally.
Shopkeeper Qiu's identity and Yu Zecheng's identity, just like the identity of the fake special correspondent, were no secret to him from the beginning.
Since Yu Zecheng stopped pretending, he would not bring trouble on himself. He nodded and said, "Go in, my house was originally left by the puppet army. Let a few martyrs go in, so as to eliminate the bad luck."
"Thank you..." Shopkeeper Qiu, who had never spoken, struggled to say thank you, and then walked into Wang Xu's courtyard with the help of the little boy.
Yu Zecheng watched the two of them go in. After entering the house, he glanced at Wang Xu who was closing the door and asked, "Don't you want to ask about their identities?"
"What are you asking? Shopkeeper Qiu, the person in charge of the underground party in Tianjin and the owner of Lotus Leaf Chicken Shop. Baiyangdian, young soldier of the district detachment, Zhang Ga, Ga Zi!" Wang Xu shook his head slightly and said nonchalantly: "There is nothing to ask, you
Say so?"
"Haha, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. You must have been sure of my identity a long time ago!" Yu Zecheng smiled bitterly. Seeing that Wang Xu didn't answer, he said to himself: "Thank you for the information.
Counting Li Ya last time, the medicine in the middle, and the fake correspondent this time, we owe you three favors."
"Don't be so outspoken. I'm a businessman. Hello, me, and everyone are really good. By the way, what's going on with the gunshots in the distance? How did you end up like this?" Obtained the underground party
The friendship made people happy, but after he sent the news, Shopkeeper Qiu was still half-dead, which made Wang Xu a little strange.
Shopkeeper Qiu can lead the entire underground party in Tianjin, so he shouldn't be a person with high ambitions and low abilities.
In addition, there is Yu Zecheng around to help, and something goes wrong even if there is information, what is going to happen?
"It's a long story. After getting your news, I quickly reported it to Yan'an and got the news about the real commissioner. Shopkeeper Qiu secretly arrested the fake commissioner and asked him to send a message to the Japanese.
, to attract the Japanese. At the same time, the news of a special commissioner coming to Tianjin was leaked to the people of the Central Government.
You also know that the Central Command is different from the Military Command. Their main responsibility is to deal with our underground party. Originally, according to the strategy, the Japanese should meet the Central Command people, and we should sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. Unexpectedly, that child
I didn't believe that the special correspondent was fake, so I secretly released the fake special correspondent during the transfer. As a result, Shopkeeper Qiu was shot during the chase, and no one could catch him..."
When Yu Zecheng said this, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
Wang Xu nodded lightly. No wonder Yu Zecheng came here today, looking like he was mourning for the exam.
At first, he thought it was shopkeeper Qiu who was shot, which made Yu Zecheng worried, but he didn't expect that the problem lay here.
This is such a good plan. Not only did they arrest the fake special commissioner, but they also used their identities as false special commissioners to set a trap for the Japanese. If nothing goes wrong, the only thing the Japanese will gain is a fight with the people of the Central Government.
There are only underground parties.
It's a pity that people count three points, and God counts seven points. The Central Military Commission and the Japanese had a fierce battle, but the fake special commissioner ran away. It was equivalent to taking a hundred test papers, and in the end he only got 80 points.
No matter how old you are, you will feel unwilling to do so.
"Lao Yu, you said that when Shopkeeper Qiu was chasing someone, he was shot by a fake special commissioner. Where did he get his gun? Didn't you remove his weapon?" Wang Xu asked another question in a blink of an eye.
When Yu Zecheng heard this, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a low voice: "Gazi gave it to me..."