Jiang Xinyu said: "How to organize the transfer of materials?"
"The enemy's investigation has been tight recently, and the material transfer channel has not been fully established. Therefore, this matter is postponed. The organization will notify you at the appropriate time." Chu Xiaoxiao said.
"Okay, then I'll go back." Jiang Xinyu casually picked an inkstone.
"Remember to listen for shortwave calls, probably in the next day or two."
"I will."
The two of them left the warehouse. Jiang Xinyu handed over the money for the inkstone and immediately left the bookstore.
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Xintai Teahouse.
"Speaking of Shan Xiongxin, he shook his Dantian and shouted, "Hey! Li Shimin, take your life!" Li Shimin was shocked and screamed in his heart, "No! My life is at stake! It's too late, but it's fast. Shan Xiongxin's gun is in a hurry."
Quickly, I came closer in a blink of an eye and saw that King Qin was about to die on the spot. Suddenly I heard a shout, Brother Shan, you must not do this!..."
The storyteller was salivating and told a story about the Sui and Tang Dynasties vividly. The guests listened attentively, as if they had been immersed in the scene at that time.
At the last table, there was a man sitting with his legs crossed, leisurely listening to a book and sipping tea.
Judging from his age, he is in his early thirties, with a Chinese-shaped face, a shiny hair wax, a black silk shirt, a white placket shirt, and brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
In addition to melon seeds, snacks and tea, there was also a newspaper on the table. This man seemed to be bored, so the newspaper was folded into a triangle and thrown aside.
Jiang Xinyu walked slowly between the tables, as if looking for a suitable table. When he saw the triangular newspaper, he sat down nearby.
The waiter greeted and said, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
Jiang Xinyu said: "A pot of Biluochun and a plate of melon seeds."
"Okay, please wait a moment." The clerk backed away.
Jiang Xinyu glanced at the man, pointed to the newspaper on the table, and said, "Sir, is this the Yanjin Times?"
The man said: "No, Star Weekly."
"Oh... Star Weekly is fine too, it's just to kill time anyway."
"Are you Mr. Jiang?"
"Who are you?"
"Next week, Mingwei, who used to work as a driver for Yuan Wenkui, I saw you during the joint military-police-special-constitutional raid."
"Oh, when you said that, I was a little impressed."
"Mr. Jiang, we met today. Let's say goodbye and sit down together."
"good."
The waiter came over with tea and heard their conversation. Without waiting for Jiang Xin Yuyu's instructions, he directly placed the tea on Zhou Mingwei's table.
The commentary on the stage continued: "Shan Xiongxin reined in the horse's reins and looked up to the sky with a sigh. If we don't kill this man today, he will be in great trouble tomorrow! Xu Maogong didn't say it, but in fact it was clear that King Qin fell from the Ma'an Bridge, which was vaguely visible.
The five-clawed golden dragon protects the body, this is the real emperor, he cannot be killed..."
Zhou Mingwei took off his sunglasses and whispered: "Hello, Comrade Jiang, I am your new liaison officer and also the dispatcher. According to the instructions of my superiors, I will only contact you on a single line."
"What is your current identity?" Jiang Xinyu asked.
"I now work for Golden Tiger, mainly responsible for taking care of the dance hall business."
"The Golden Tiger of the Green Gang?"
"Yes, that's him."
"How did you get involved?"
"A fellow villager told me that on the day I went to meet Golden Tiger, he asked his men to test my skills, but I knocked him down. He thought I was quite capable of fighting, so he sent me to the dance hall to watch the show."
"Are you the steward watching the scene?"
Zhou Mingwei smiled, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and said, "I'm just a little guy. Everyone can call him around."
Jiang Xinyu thought for a moment and felt that Zhou Mingwei's identity could cover the interactions between the two. Many of the informants in the Secrecy Bureau came from gangs.
"That's right! If anyone asks, just say you are my informant!"
"I think so too. I guess my superiors have also taken this into consideration."
"Do you have a radio station in your hand?"
"Not yet, it should be delivered next week."
Jiang Xinyu thought for a while and said, "Where do you live?"
"Apartment No. 1, Shuichang Street, I live on the third floor, Room 301. In the evening, you can find me at the Paramount Ballroom. Before 11 o'clock, I will be there unless there are special circumstances."
"Waichang Street..." Jiang Xinyu thought for a moment and felt a little more at ease.
The communication detection equipment at Yanjin Station cannot detect the radio signal from Shuichang Street due to the limited distance. All you need to do is watch out for the detection vehicle.
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Security Bureau Yanjin Station.
Office of the Director of Intelligence.
“Tuk-tuk!”
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
"Director, all three of Han Caiju's family have been brought here!"
"Where are the people?"
"Just outside the door."
"Bring her in!"
"yes!"
Bai Jumin left the director's office, waved to the door and said, "Come in!"
After a while, a woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked in from the door, followed by two and a half-year-old children. The girl was eleven or twelve years old, and the boy was younger. He timidly grabbed the woman's skirt.
"Are you Mrs. Wei? Welcome, please take a seat." Feng Qingshan greeted warmly.
Han Caiju didn't sit down, looked at the environment in the room, and said doubtfully: "Isn't Old Wei in the hospital? What kind of place is this?"
Feng Qingshan said: "Mrs. Wei, don't worry. Walking such a long way from Pinggu to Yanjin must be very hard. Sit down first and listen to me slowly."
Han Caiju said anxiously: "Brother, tell me quickly, is Old Wei seriously ill? Where is he? I'm going to die!"
The words "big brother" made Feng Qingshan realize that he must first clarify his identity, otherwise he would not be able to continue the conversation, and said: "Let me introduce myself first. My surname is Feng, and I am the director of the Intelligence Department of Yanjin Station."
Han Caiju was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what the director was, so she turned around and said, "Where is the guy who brought us here?"
Feng Qingshan said: "Oh, he went out for something. You sit down first. It's easy to see your husband. You can see him in a few minutes."
Han Caiju sat down hesitantly. The questions in her mind were one after another. Why was her husband not in the hospital, but in such a strange place? She just saw Bai Jumin with a pistol in his waist. What on earth were these people doing?
"Mrs. Wei..."
"I'm not a wife. It sounds too awkward. Just call me by my name!"
"No, no, no, that's too rude. Uh... I guess you already know what Wei Zhongwen does, right?"
Although Han Caiju behaved like a peasant woman who had never seen the world from the inside out, as an agent engaged in intelligence work, her instinct was to ask.
Han Caiju thought for a while and said: "I know, Lao Wei said he came to Yanjin to do business, and he didn't tell his family what business he did. The tall guy told me, and then I knew it was an antique shop. To tell jokes, where is Lao Wei?
You understand antiques, I really don’t know what’s going on!”
Feng Qingshan smiled and said: "Wei Zhongwen is not at home all year round, why don't you ask him what he is busy with?"
Han Caiju stared wide-eyed and was very puzzled by Feng Qingshan's words, and said: "What's the question? Marry a man, dress and eat, and he can just send the money home every month!"
Feng Qingshan can basically conclude that this woman has nothing to do with the Communist Party. Wei Zhongwen joined the Communist Party and concealed the truth from his family.
In fact, it is very consistent with the actual situation. After all, he is doing underground work. It is impossible for Wei Zhongwen to reveal his true identity to such a careless peasant woman, even if the peasant woman is his wife!