Starting from six o'clock in the evening, the area around the theater started to become lively, with vendors selling various snacks and fruit snacks, cigarettes, shoe polishers, stalls and fortune tellers.
A temporary recruitment registration office was set up in front of the theater, and people from the Youth League also came to stand and cheer. They helped distribute enlistment leaflets and persuaded young people passing by to join the army.
Following Qiao Mucai's order, Jiang Xinyu arrived at the scene early. Agents from the action team were all around, secretly keeping an eye out for people who were acting suspiciously.
It was still early, so Jiang Xinyu did not enter the theater. He sat in the car and smoked a cigarette, thinking about whether there were any mistakes in tonight's plan.
The so-called Tianlei Plan actually does not exist at all. It was all planned and arranged by Jiang Xinyu. The main purpose was to divert the tiger away from the mountain and attract the attention of the Secrecy Bureau to the Chinese Grand Theater.
For Qiao Muchai, he would rather believe it or not. It doesn't matter if something happens. If something happens, it will be a big event that shocks the whole country.
"...Yanjin is at a critical moment of life and death. It can even be said that it is even worse than when the Japanese invaded. Everyone has heard about it, right? The people in the bandit area are in dire straits, and the businesses and shops are closed. Even so.
The Communist Party also imposes various exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes to supplement military expenditures. Therefore, as a member of Yanjin, we have no retreat. All passionate men who care about the country should take up arms to defend their hometown, fight for their families, and fight for Yanjin.
Fight!" A member of the Youth League stood on the steps and gave a speech at the top of his lungs to incite the people.
As soon as the car door opened, Ma Keming sat in and said: "Captain, we have searched the theater inside and outside, and no bomb was found."
Jiang Xinyu said: "When the audience enters the venue, extra manpower must be posted at the door."
"Don't worry, the ticket inspectors have been replaced by our people... Hey, why is he here?" Ma Keming said in surprise.
Following Ma Keming's gaze, Jiang Xinyu also raised his eyes and looked over. A familiar figure appeared in the crowd. It was Cui Duo, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Jiang Xinyu said: "Maybe he came to participate in the performance to express condolences to the labor force... Mazi, at 11:30, there was a man with a mantle on his shoulders and looking around. Someone was sent to keep an eye on him and look for opportunities to search him."
Ma Keming immediately opened the door and got out of the car, walked up to the two agents, whispered a few instructions, and the agents immediately walked towards the man.
Jiang Xinyu knew very well that it was impossible for people from the underground organization to come here, and anyone who looked suspicious was just acting suspiciously.
What makes Jiang Xinyu feel strange is that Cui Duo is secretly recruiting lurkers everywhere. How can he have the time to attend a performance to express condolences to the labor force?
Cui Duo suddenly stopped and first bought a pack of cigarettes from a street cigarette seller, then turned and walked towards the end of the street.
Jiang Xinyu noticed that a member of the Youth League exchanged glances with Cui Duo, then handed the flyer in his hand to his companion, and then walked towards the end of the street.
It is already obvious that Cui Duo went to the Chinese Grand Theater tonight not to watch a show of condolences to the labor soldiers. He came specifically to see this youth group.
Jiang Xinyu didn't hesitate at all. He immediately opened the door and got out of the car. Taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, he followed closely.
At this time, night has fallen, and in the bustling streets, the various cries of vendors can be heard one after another.
A black Ford sedan was parked on the side of the road, license plate number: Jin 0347.
This is the car provided by Yanjin Station to Cui Duo.
Jiang Xinyu didn't dare to follow too closely, and was considering whether to hide. There was a row of shoe shine stalls on the street, and a half-year-old child greeted enthusiastically: "Sir, would you like to shine your shoes? It only costs 10 cents, imported shoe polish."
Jiang Xinyu sat down on the pony, took out a cigarette, lit one, and said, "Rub it."
It doesn't matter even if he is discovered by Cui Duo. Jiang Xinyu's mission tonight is to monitor suspicious persons, and there is nothing wrong with his behavior.
As soon as the door of the Ford sedan opened, a person got out of the car. Although he only saw the side face, Jiang Xinyu recognized him at a glance: Xie Jingbo!
Cui Duo got into the car, and Xie Jingbo ducked into the shadows.
After a while, the man from the youth group walked to the car, opened the door and got in.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Xinyu could roughly guess that it was not convenient for the second person to hear Cui Duo discussing things with people from the Youth League, so he asked Xie Jingbo to temporarily avoid it.
Beep!
Two black cars drove up from far away and slowly stopped in front of the theater. As soon as the door opened, Chen Jieshan, dressed in military uniform, stepped out of the car.
"General Chen, I am a reporter from Ta Kung Pao. Will Yanjin be in the same situation as Changchun?"
"Commander Chen, I am a reporter from Zhongyang Daily. Last time you said that the party and the country are at a critical moment of life and death, and all soldiers must be determined to die..."
"Commander Chen, I am a reporter from the Observer..."
Seeing Chen Jieshan's appearance, the reporters who had been waiting here swarmed in and began to interview him.
The security guard who followed immediately separated the reporter from Chen Jieshan and yelled: "This is not interview time, everyone, stay back, stay back!"
Chen Jieshan stood on the steps with his hands behind his back and said loudly: "Journalists, please be patient. Before the performance starts, I promise to arrange an interview time for you..."
Taking advantage of the slight relaxation of the guard, a female reporter squeezed over with a small book and said: "Commander Chen, I am a reporter from the Damei Evening News. I want to ask you, what choice will you make if Yanjin falls?"
Chen Jieshan said loudly: "To this question, I can answer you now. If the city is alive, I will be there. If the city is broken, I will die!"
After saying this, he turned around and walked up the steps towards the theater door.
"The national army will win!"
"General Chen will win!"
People from the Youth League took advantage of the situation to make noise, raising their arms and shouting slogans that were obviously lacking in confidence.
At this moment, as soon as the door of the Ford sedan opened, the youth league members got out of the car and quickly returned to the front of the theater.
After a while, Xie Jingbo walked out of the darkness. Before getting into the car, he turned back and glanced at the back of the man from the Youth League.
By chance, a train came from the opposite direction, and its headlights flickered on Xie Jingbo's face.
Xie Jingbo didn't care, opened the door and got in the car.
As he watched the Ford sedan go away, Jiang Xinyu felt extremely surprised.
Xie Jingbo is still the same Xie Jingbo, but...why is the birthmark on his face gone?
With the current medical level, there is no way to completely treat birthmarks. We can only rely on our own immunity to slowly recover.
In fact, at least nine out of ten people with birthmarks will carry them with them throughout their lives.
It's no wonder that when people in the underground party can't find Xie Jingbo when they have their home address, they will first exclude people who don't have birthmarks on their faces.