Feng Yunlong walked slowly along the street and stopped at a phone booth at the end of the street.
According to the prior agreement, at half past five, he would contact the intelligence agent "Bing" through this public phone.
If the phone is occupied, call every ten minutes, such as five forty, five fifty, six o'clock, and so on.
There are three public telephone booths on Sichuan North Road. This one at the end of the street is relatively quiet and has a low usage rate.
Xu Siqi had no choice but to use this method of jointing.
There were spies coming out of Shanghai's underground organizations one after another, so he had to be extra cautious.
A joint that does not meet is obviously more secure.
In order to avoid being eavesdropped by the operator, the phones used by the two people were near Sichuan North Road, so there was no need for manual transfer.
Nowadays, telecommunications technology is not yet developed, and direct dialing can only be achieved when making calls in the same area.
Ring ring ring!
At five-thirty, the phone in the phone booth rang on time.
Feng Yunlong picked up the phone: "Hello?"
"The Observatory said there will be a storm next week. Will the shipment arrive on time?" Xu Siqi's voice was on the phone.
Feng Yunlong said: "At two o'clock in the afternoon on the 28th, the mail ship terminal will pick up the goods..."
This is a simple temporary password.
The contact time between the two was very short, Xu Siqi deliberately changed his voice, and his identity had to be confirmed through a code.
After about ten minutes, the phone call ended.
Back at Xiangmingju Tea Shop, Feng Yunlong was just about to prepare for dinner when the door rang and Mu Huaifu opened the door and walked in.
Nominally, the two are cousins, and there is nothing wrong with communicating in private.
"Cousin, how is business?" Mu Huaifu asked.
Feng Yunlong said: "Sit down, there is no one."
"Didn't you say that we need to hire a boy?" Mu Huaifu pulled out a chair and sat down.
Feng Yunlong said: "I didn't find the right one."
"I do know someone. Uncle Chen, who sells roasted sweet potatoes, has a nephew..."
"Don't rush this, take your time. Do you have anything to do with me?"
"Um, have you seen ice?"
Feng Yunlong nodded, took out a cigarette and lit one.
"What did he say?" Mu Huaifu asked eagerly.
Feng Yunlong glanced at him: "Comrade Huaifu, as an agent, you must understand the importance of discipline and don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked."
Mu Huaifu scratched his head: "I'm not anxious..."
Feng Yunlong said: "Is there anything unusual about Huang Xiong?"
"everything is normal."
"We will arrange for him to leave Shanghai early tomorrow morning."
"Where to go?"
"Hangzhou."
"Will there be any danger?"
"No. The enemy is staring at the hammer now and will never attack Huang Xiong. In addition, call all the people together and there will be action on the 14th..."
…
March 14th.
early morning.
No. 207, Jiaozhou Road.
This is the location of Wanguo Funeral Parlor in the British Concession.
Today is the day when Ruan Lingyu's body was buried. Twelve people from the film industry carried the coffin into the car with solemn expressions.
Someone held a white banner: Funeral Ceremony for Ms. Ruan Lingyu.
A huge black-and-white photo of Ruan Lingyu stood on the car, and a drum band played mournful music to lead the way in front of the car.
The hearse moved slowly, and its destination was the Lianyi Villa Cemetery in Zhabei.
Along the way, people continued to join the funeral procession. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they all consciously walked and surrounded the hearse.
As the hearse arrived, nearly 100,000 people gathered to see it off.
If you include those watching the excitement, there will be at least more than 200,000 people.
During her lifetime, Ruan Lingyu was scolded as a "slut" and a "shameless slut", but she finally couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure and finally chose to go to a dead end.
After his death, he gained unprecedented glory.
It must be said that this is a subversive human tragedy.
As far as death is concerned, Ruan Lingyu's death must be a height that no movie star can reach.
Therefore, everyone is the same, no matter when and where they are, don't mind the contempt or even humiliation of cold words. They are just individuals with dirty hearts and cannot represent the majority.
As long as you are open-minded in your heart, you can walk in front of everyone with your head held high and your chest held high.
When facing difficulties, grit your teeth and get through it. If you continue to live, there will be a million possibilities for the future.
…
At this time, the patrol room also received the report.
Wherever Ruan Lingyu's hearse went, traffic conditions were paralyzed, and the existing police force on the streets was simply not enough to cope with the gathering of hundreds of thousands of people.
At the command of the chief arrest officer, all British Concession patrol officers were dispatched to the scene to maintain order.
After arriving at the scene, the police officers lined up in two rows to separate the hearse from the crowd to avoid accidents.
Xu Siqi and Zheng Zheng, dressed in plain clothes, followed the hearse.
As a detective from China, of course I have to take charge.
All the patrol officers knew that Inspector Xu was near the hearse and could report anything at any time.
He solemnly murmured: "Miss Ruan's scene is probably unprecedented..."
A man wearing glasses next to him sighed and said: "Oh, death is like a light going out. What's the use of having a big incident behind you? Miss Ruan is not a kind person, it's a pity..."
Seeing the huge crowds of people on the street, Xu Siqi was also surprised.
Seeing the news of Ruan Lingyu's funeral in the newspaper, he guessed that there must be many people at the scene, but he did not expect that so many people would come.
However, for the future development of things, of course, the more people, the better.
A quick glance revealed that Wu Yanhui, who was maintaining order nearby, had disappeared.
…
An hour ago.
Yongshantang Incense and Candle Shop.
Ning Zhicheng carried his suitcase and walked out the door.
He had just received an order from his superiors and was meeting with "Iron Hammer" again this morning.
What is quite puzzling is that although there is a secret code for the meeting, there is no specific meeting place.
It's just at the intersection of Jiaozhou Road and Singapore Road.
Ning Zhicheng didn't think much about it.
This situation is normal. As the Secretary of the Shanghai Prefectural Committee, Iron Hammer will definitely be more cautious.
Not long after Ning Zhicheng left, Yu Xiaoman came out of the store carrying a vegetable basket, got into a rickshaw, and followed Ning Zhicheng at a short distance.
Jiaozhou Road is divided into two sections, north and south. The southern section is a residential area and the northern section is a factory area.
Wanguo Funeral Home is located in the relatively remote northern section.
After all, no matter in any era, the funeral industry should not be built in densely populated residential areas.
At the intersection of Jiaozhou Road and Singapore Road, there is a construction site under construction.
According to the plan of the British Concession Industry Bureau, a 40-acre park will be built here within the next year.
When they reached Jiaozhou Road, the coachman stopped, turned around and said to Ning Zhicheng in the car: "Sir, there are too many people, we really can't walk."
Ning Zhicheng got out of the car and asked while paying the fare: "What happened? Why are there so many people?"
"You don't even know this, the big star Ruan Lingyu is having a funeral..." the coachman replied.
Ning Zhicheng said oh, took out his pocket watch and took a look, carrying his suitcase and walking slowly with the crowd.
There's still time, so it's useless to go early. There's no way the hammer will show up early.
About two hundred meters further is the intersection of Jiaozhou Road and Singapore Road.