Standing in the center of the square in front of the Empire State Building, with the red and white fireworks everywhere, Geng Chaozhong seemed to be in the torrent of history. The dark clouds in the sky covered the setting sun, and the crowd underground seemed to be driven out of the cave by the rain.
Ants, everyone's face is filled with something called "crazy".
This was a major march against the Jews. Starting in July, the Third Reich's attacks on the Jews had reached a new level. Under such circumstances, a truly anti-Semitic law had become an inevitable choice.
Walking through the crowded crowd, Geng Chaozhong raised his right arm from time to time, chanting the familiar slogan, and glanced at the head of state standing on the high platform, shouting hoarsely. At this moment, staying rational has become the most difficult thing in the world.
matter.
But Geng Chaozhong still maintained his rationality. He gradually crossed the crowd and arrived at an apartment ten miles away.
Knocking on the door, a young oriental face appeared in front of Geng Chaozhong. The joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land appeared on Geng Chaozhong's face. He bowed politely and whispered:
"I'm looking for Mr. Zheng."
"Please come in."
The visitor was not wary. After introducing Geng Chaozhong to the living room and sitting down, he asked with a smile: "Who are you?"
"My surname is Geng. I once met Mr. Zheng at the Liuguo Hotel in Peking." Geng Chaozhong replied.
"Oh." The visitor agreed and walked into a nearby bedroom.
"Old Six!"
A friendly voice came, and a middle-aged man with a scholarly demeanor came out of the bedroom. His hair was combed into a typical German style back, and the smile on his face even had a hint of German. This
, that is, Zheng Jimin, deputy director of the Secret Service of Fuxing Society who has lived in Germany for two years.
"Teacher Zheng!" Geng Chaozhong stood up immediately.
This is Zheng Jimin's favorite title - as a scholar-type spy, what Zheng Jimin hates most is when others call him director, and teacher is Zheng Jimin's favorite profession.
The two quickly came together and gave each other a warm hug, while the young man next to them stepped back knowingly.
"It is really a blessing in life to meet old friends in Germany." Zheng Jimin skillfully poured a cup of coffee for Geng Chaozhong. "Virgo has already told me about you. I was very surprised at the time. How could you
Just come now."
"Teacher Zheng, I have been in Moscow all the time, and I went to Paris two months ago." Geng Chaozhong replied with a smile.
"We thought you had died for our country," Zheng Jimin's voice was a little low, but he immediately became excited, "Fortunately, Fang Tu will always be Fang Tu, and Lao Liu will always be Lao Liu."
"Teacher Zheng will always be Teacher Zheng." Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly.
"Ha ha!"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"What happened in Tokyo? We sent Yun Wei and Liu Xuejun to rescue you, and found the two Taiwanese people you left behind, but you disappeared. Later, Virgo even held a memorial service for you.
I grant you the rank of lieutenant colonel, and by the way, you also have a second-class Yunhui Medal." Zheng Jimin spread his hands and said, "Unfortunately, the medal is not with me."
"The students deserved it," Geng Chaozhong smiled ashamedly, "Actually, I was caught by the Soviet secret service in Tokyo."
"Soviet people? Why did they arrest you?" Zheng Jimin's eyes flashed.
"Maybe you appreciate my talent!" Geng Chaozhong imitated Zheng Jimin and spread his hands.
"Haha, it's not surprising. They sent you to Europe for the same reason, right?" Zheng Jimin smiled.
"Yes, this is a gift left to me by the Soviets."
Geng Chaozhong stood up, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his upper body in front of Zheng Jimin.
Scars, dense scars, and countless black and gray marks.
"Lao Liu, you have suffered..." Zheng Jimin sighed.
"Nothing," Geng Chaozhong buttoned up his clothes. "The purpose of the Soviets is not to force me to confess. In fact, they are far more interested in the Germans than the Chinese."
"Yes, for Soviet Russia, the Western Front is the most important thing." Zheng Jimin nodded.
"Well, that's exactly why I came to Germany." Geng Chaozhong replied.
"What do they want?" Zheng Jimin frowned.
"Military technology, industrial patents, internal strategic trends, such as the latest tank technology, missile technology. To put it simply, we want them all." Geng Chaozhong smiled.
"Do you have a way to do it?" Zheng Jimin looked at Geng Chaozhong with doubtful eyes, "The Germans are too fanatical now. They are suspicious of all non-Germanic races. See, I don't dare to go to the streets now. Otherwise,
It's easy to be attacked by those crazy people."
"No, but there are people who can get it." Geng Chaozhong replied.
"Uh...can you leave one for us?" Zheng Jimin thought for a while and asked.
"It's not you, it's us," Geng Chaozhong smiled, "but I'm afraid we don't have the ability to digest technology."
"You're right," Zheng Jimin also smiled, a bit miserably, "We even need to import nails."
The two looked at each other speechlessly. For a patriot, it's not that he can't get something, but that he can't eat it after he gets it.
"Forget it," Zheng Jimin shook his head, "We can't afford it. Once we are caught, we can't afford the consequences, so it's okay not to do this."
"What we lack is talents, talents who can digest technology." Geng Chaozhong sighed.
"Yes, we have sent many people to learn, but it takes time. I estimate that this group of people will have to wait at least twenty years before they have this ability, but by then, this group of technologies will probably still be available
Falling behind." Zheng Jimin shook his head.
When he came to Germany, he not only studied German ideology, but also had a very deep understanding of Germany's industrial capabilities and educational capabilities. Zheng Jimin had a very deep understanding of Germany.
"However," Zheng Jimin spoke again, "you have to be careful. Our country may not be able to withstand the pressure from the Germans. We still need to import many supplies from the Germans. If you are caught..."
Zheng Jimin expressed his concerns.
"I won't do it myself. Besides, I won't admit that I am Chinese." Geng Chaozhong replied.
"Can you come back to China directly with me? I plan to return to China in June next year." Zheng Jimin asked tentatively.
"This is my ideal, but I need a chance to get rid of the control of the Soviets." Geng Chaozhong replied.
"You have something to do and they caught you? Shouldn't you?" Zheng Jimin asked doubtfully.
"Yes, I once killed a Soviet major general in order to lurk in the special high school. Your Majesty knows about this. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back until we establish diplomatic relations with the Soviet Union," Geng Chaozhong nodded.
"In fact, it will be difficult even after the establishment of diplomatic relations. I have to find a way out of this predicament."
"Hmm..." Zheng Jimin nodded gloomily.
He knew what this meant. As long as the Soviets issued a note, it would be difficult for the Nanjing government not to comply.
"You have paid too much, Lao Liu," Zheng Jimin stood up, "You deserve the Yunhui Medal."
Snapped!
Zheng Jimin paid a standard military salute to Geng Chaozhong.