Song Fuguo gave Cheng Qianfan a task to secretly find out the whereabouts of Yingzuo Yingyi.
The patrol house is the official authority of the French Concession. It is more convenient to do things, and there are sufficient reasons that will not arouse suspicion.
Every patrol officer has their own intelligence channel behind them, and Song Fuguo believes that Cheng Qianfan does the same.
When he said goodbye and left, Cheng Qianfan handed the bread to Boss Tao, "Brother Tao, you came in a hurry and didn't buy any gifts for your niece. Take this back and give it to your niece to try."
Boss Tao glanced at it and said in surprise, "The little girl has talked about the square bread from Shilin Cafe several times."
He happily patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder and said, "I'm interested."
Cheng Qianfan smiled. This is a square-cornered German bread. The crust is quite thick and crispy, and the center is slightly moist. It is the best among ordinary breads.
The clerk said that this is the favorite of children. You can eat it without butter and it is delicious.
Looking down from the window on the second floor, I saw Cheng Qianfan holding a black umbrella and walking away.
Song Fuguo glanced at Xiao Tao who was hesitant to speak, and said angrily, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Team leader, what happened to Cheng Qianfan's parents? I never heard you mention it."
"Mr. Cheng Wenzao and Ms. Su Zhifu, these two are Cheng Qianfan's parents and members of our party." Song Fuguo said in a low tone, "In the fifteenth year of the Republic of China, at the beginning of the Northern Expedition, they secretly promoted the Northern Expedition in Shanghai. Unfortunately, they were discovered by Sun Chuanfang.
They were arrested and killed."
Xiao Tao looked astonished. Cheng Qianfan had such a background. No wonder the team leader suddenly decided to come forward in person today.
…
"It is said that after the liberation of Shanghai, the Party Headquarters of Jiangshan County in Quzhou held a memorial service for the two of them, and the principal sent elegiac couplets." Song Fuguo said slowly.
Xiao Tao was shocked, "How is that possible?"
"The Cheng family is a scholarly family in Jiangshan County, Quzhou Prefecture, and is highly respected locally." Song Fuguo glanced at Xiao Tao, "Have you forgotten where Quzhou is?"
Quzhou Prefecture is in Zhejiang, Xiao Tao understood.
"Team leader, Cheng Qianfan is from Jiangshan County, so isn't he the same as the director..." Xiao Tao drew inferences.
"Understand now?" Song Fuguo chuckled, "Even though Cheng Qianfan has only joined the Secret Service now, this guy is a talented person and a native of the country. As long as he doesn't make mistakes, his future achievements will not be matched by you."
"Uncle, I'm not bad either." Xiao Tao said with a smile, pointing to the bread, "I didn't expect that Qianfan would still remember my girl."
Song Fuguo was not his distant cousin, but his biological uncle.
"He is a thoughtful and knowledgeable person." Song Fuguo nodded.
"We can't come back to this restaurant in the short term." Song Fuguo suddenly said.
"Team leader, are you suspicious of Cheng Qianfan?"
"It's not that I doubt it." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "Remember, Xiao Tao, in our line of work, people's hearts are separated from each other, so be careful and you won't make any big mistakes."
"yes."
Song Fuguo did not lie to Cheng Qianfan. This restaurant was indeed run by the Secret Service. However, everyone from the owner to the chef to the waiters were all ordinary people and had nothing to do with the Secret Service.
He chose this place to meet Cheng Qianfan, so he was naturally prepared for it.
If something happens to the hotel, this is an early warning.
…
Cheng Qianfan did not call a rickshaw when he left the restaurant. He held an umbrella and strolled through the bustling streets.
The rain fell on the black umbrella, ticking, like the sound of a clock ticking.
Song Fuguo mentioned his parents. On a special day like his mother's birthday, this young man's heart was once again shrouded in sadness. Long-lasting memories overflowed in his heart, and finally turned into a deep longing for his parents.
When Cheng Wenzao and Su Zhifu died, it was still the period of cooperation between Guohong.
The two worked in the public capacity of Meixi Primary School teachers until their death, also as members of the Kuomintang, without revealing their identities as secret members of the Red Party.
After his parents died, Comrade "Farmer" was entrusted by Comrade "Xiang Wu" to temporarily entrust him, who was only eleven years old at the time, to the "St. Peter's Church" nursing home.
After Comrade "Farmer" left Shanghai, Comrade "Zhulin" who secretly took care of him sent someone to send him back to his hometown in Jiangshan to stay with his grandfather for a while.
The voices and smiles of his parents, Comrade Zhulin, Aunt Luo Huijun, Lao Liao, etc., the figures of these people flashed through his mind like a movie.
got windy.
Cheng Qianfan adjusted the scarf around his neck to keep himself warmer.
The pace quickened, and he had never been so eager to return home as he was now. Even though he was the only one in the empty house, it was his home, and he had the happiest childhood.
…
When Cheng Qianfan returned to his home in Yandeli, he cooked a pot of spring bamboo shoot noodles. This was the kind of noodles his father would cook every time his mother passed away.
Three bowls of noodles and three pairs of bowls and chopsticks are placed on the round table.
He took another plate of bad edamame from the kitchen.
This is Cheng Wenzao’s favorite snack.
Pour a glass of wine.
Cheng Wenzao doesn't want to drink too much, just drink lightly.
Get a stack of shrimp chili sauce.
This was Su Zhifu's favorite dish when eating noodles. He scooped out a full spoonful of it with a small spoon and placed it in the bowl of noodles with lotus flowers printed on the mouth.
I carefully took two poached eggs from my parents' two bowls of noodles and muttered "Thank you, Mom and Dad" in my mouth.
After taking two bites of the poached egg, Cheng Qianfan raised his head and smiled, "Mom, I forgot to say, happy birthday."
"Dad, when I grow up, I will drink with you."
Everything was just like ten years ago...he remembered that the whole family gave birth to a child for his mother for the last time.
Cheng Qianfan ate the noodles with big mouthfuls, and his tears couldn't be stopped anymore, dripping into the bowl.
…
the next morning.
A rare sunny day.
The residents of Yendli were busy washing and drying themselves, and the alleys were filled with the breath of life after a quiet night.
Cheng Qianfan opened the window.
A basket was lowered with a rope, and the banknotes were placed in the basket.
"Liu Ada, come and have a bowl of chaos."
"Okay, Inspector Cheng, good morning."
Cheng Qianfan glanced at it and saw that there were fifteen Chaos in the bowl, two more than other customers. This was Cheng Qianfan's sign at Liu Ada's place on patrol.
After eating Chaos, I used the basket to put down the Chaos bowl. I heard Aunt Ma arguing with Liu A again, saying that Chaos was overcooked and she had to pay for an extra bowl of Chaos soup.
He carefully inspected and wiped his Browning pistol.
Cheng Qianfan put on his patrol uniform. He opened the window and placed a pot of orchids on the window sill. In order to prevent the flower pot from falling, he tied the flower pot with a red cloth strip and tied it with a knot. He checked again and made sure it was OK.
It will fall, so close the window and bolt it.
This is not only a safe report to the organization, but also a code to request the organization to contact you.
He has lost contact with the organization now and can only send signals to the organization in this way.
This is a stupid method. Maybe the organization will contact me tomorrow, but maybe no one will contact me in half a year or a year.
"Brother Fan, save me."
Cheng Qianfan pressed it skillfully.
Amid the screams of the half-grown child, Cheng Qianfan left Yandli.
The Central Patrol Room should be very busy today.
…
At this time, Fan Laosan, the owner of Sanweiheng Restaurant on Father Jin Road, was worrying.
Lai Xiaowu, a clerk in his shop, had a conflict with a drunken man last night and was beaten with a black nose and a swollen face. He went to have a look and didn't want to go to work for three to five days.
This made Fan Laosan very worried. There were only two clerks in the store, Xiaowu and Luo Zizi, who took turns running the store and delivering takeaways.
Now that Lai Xiaowu is injured and has to rest for three to five days, he can't afford to hire someone for these three to five days.
The most important thing is that he is reluctant to spend this 'wasted money'.
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