Chapter 253 Anyone who wants to kill Mr. Cheng is like a crucian carp crossing the river
Sakamoto Yoshino took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "This 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' is a famous figure in the French Concession. I have indeed met him once."
Eguchi Hide also smiled half-heartedly. He turned his head to look, and his eyes fell on Cheng Qianfan, "Sakamoto-kun, based on my observation, you and Cheng Qianfan should be more than just acquaintances."
He had been spying secretly before. During this period, Cheng Qianfan, who was wandering around the ballroom holding a goblet, once had contact with Sakamoto Yoshino. The two clinked glasses. Cheng Qianfan seemed to say something, and the two men smiled knowingly.
This is more than just a casual friend.
From the gestures of these two people, Eguchi Hideya felt this:
This is the kind of tranquility and tacit understanding between good friends.
This is interesting - Eguchi Hideya knew Sakamoto Yoshino quite well. As the youngest son of the famous Japanese writer Sakamoto Nagayuki, Sakamoto Yoshino was well-educated, knowledgeable, and had a relatively simple temperament.
With Sakamoto Yoshino's nature, it was unlikely that he would become friends with the Chinese Cheng Qianfan, who was known for his greed for money and lust.
The impossible happened before his eyes, and Eguchi Hide believed in his own eyes and judgment, which naturally aroused his curiosity.
"Eguchi-kun." Sakamoto Yoshino frowned and his tone became cold, "I don't like your questioning tone. It makes me feel like I'm being questioned."
Saying that, Sakamoto Yoshino stretched out his right hand and said, "Eguchi-kun, you are disturbing me, please."
"I'm deeply sorry if my question makes you feel uncomfortable." Eguchi Hideya bowed slightly and picked up the hat he put on the table. "I won't disturb Sakamoto-kun anymore. I'll take my leave."
After Eguchi Hideya left, Sakamoto Yoshino picked up the wine glass, took two sips, and raised a smile on his lips.
There was a sparkle in his eyes.
'An unsuspecting military attache from the Imperial Military Attaché has developed some concern and suspicion towards Miyazaki-kun.'
‘I’m really looking forward to how things will develop.’
'Stimulate!'
Sakamoto Yoshino decided to record this episode in a secret language that only he could see, so that he could use it as material when writing this novel based on Miyazaki-kun in the future.
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Outside the ballroom.
A row of cars was waiting there.
Cheng Qianfan stood on the marble steps, flipping the lighter and lighting the cigarette.
Hao Zai and three of his men stood aside, looking around vigilantly.
"Brother Fan."
Li Hao ran over and helped Cheng Qianfan put on his windbreaker.
"Leave now? Don't wait until the cake is cut?" Li Hao asked.
This is a celebration dance held by several major chambers of commerce in Shanghai to welcome the winter solstice. In order to cater to the preferences of foreigners, the final process of the dance to celebrate the Chinese festival became cake cutting.
"Let's go." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and looked back at the people in the ballroom who were drinking and drinking. He yawned and said, "I haven't had much rest in the past few days. Let's go back."
"yes."
Li Hao drove, Hao Zai sat in the passenger seat, and Cheng Qianfan sat in the back seat.
There was a car in front of and behind the car. There were men standing on the doorstep of the car, with armed belts hanging around their waists, one hand on the holster, and they were alertly paying attention to the surrounding situation.
Get ready to draw your gun and shoot.
"What did you find?" Cheng Qianfan pressed his thumb on his temple and massaged it gently, asking.
"According to the guest registration information, the man with Hu Na is named Mei Wuming, and he is the owner of Damei Trading Company," Hao Zai said.
"Damei Trading Company?" Cheng Qianfan read the name once and confirmed that he had no impression. He shook his head and asked, "What's the origin?"
"It should be just a small trading company. I don't know what means they used to get the invitation to the dance this time." Hao Zai expressed his analysis.
"Not quite." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. He secretly paid more attention to the man. He was quite imposing in his movements. He didn't look like the owner of an unknown trading company, but more like someone who was used to giving orders.
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In addition, Hu Na's attitude toward this person is also intriguing. It's not like a dancer treating her "benefactor" and her sponsor. Her attitude is one of dependence and respect, but at the same time there is also a bit of fear.
"Brother Fan, do you want to keep an eye on this Mei Wuming?" Hao Zai asked.
"No need for the time being." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "Tell the brothers in Xian Ledu to pay more attention to Ding Yu and Hu Na."
For the Shanghai special situation team, the most urgent task at the moment is to pick up Lu Jingqian, who is going to Shanghai from Hong Kong, and then focus on finding Mei Shenping and Gao Qingwu.
The larger the stall, the more likely it is that problems will arise.
At this critical moment, it is better not to cause unnecessary problems.
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"Brother Ding, look at it." Li Cuiqun held a cigarette in his hand and pointed at the brightly lit club opposite, "This doesn't look like the destruction of the party and the country."
"The neon lights are flashing, the warblers are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the Chinese, French, British, Americans, and Japanese are all dancing in this place."
He glanced at the man next to him and said, "This is the life you and I should enjoy."
Ding Matun didn't speak. He held the goblet in his hand, gently shaking the glass, and looked at the feasting in the ballroom opposite.
Previously, Li Cuiqun approached him through his fellow villagers, stating that Li Cuiqun was willing to take second place, and asked him to come to Shanghai to be the leader of the secret service organization backed by the Japanese.
Dingmutun was moved.
Hence this trip to Shanghai.
"At this time when the country is in crisis, we should think more about serving the country." Dingmutun sighed, "Now is not the time for enjoyment."
Li Cuiqun glanced at Dingmutun, with a thoughtful look on his face, but actually he was sneering in his heart.
He had already seen through his old superior.
For Dingmutun, it is now the end of the road.
The Third Bureau of Investigation and Statistics of the Military Commission has been abolished. Dingmu Tun is now idle at home, and his official career is not successful. Those friends who were so warm before have left one after another.
For Ding Mutun, who once enjoyed the benefits of power, this situation now makes his life feel like a year.
In addition, Dingmutun is a very lustful person, but he is currently unemployed and does not have a large amount of income for enjoyment and squandering.
What’s more, Dingmutun is suffering from tuberculosis, and now he doesn’t even have money for treatment.
In Dingmu Village like this, Li Cuiqun was absolutely sure that he could be roped in to work together on big things.
Seeing that Li Cuiqun was silent, Dingmutun started playing the same old tune again.
Li Cuiqun sneered even more in his heart.
After this man arrived in Shanghai, in order to cover up his downfall, he boasted that he was here on Chen Lifu's order.
In the first meeting after he met Li Cuiqun, he talked a lot: "I came here on Li Fu's order this time, because everyone in the rear saw that it was not an option to continue the war of resistance like this.
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"Our real opponent is the Red Party. The Red Party's so-called war of resistance to the end is to resist and defeat our party, just to avoid chaos in China."
"For the future of the country, Li Fu asked me to come to Shanghai to open the way."
"When the time is right, he will come."
"But when we are still immature, we should keep the secret for Lifu."
Hearing that Ding Mutun was talking loudly in the name of Chen Lifu again, Li Cuiqun was a little confused. He felt that he had given the old leader enough hints that the two sides could be more candid.
Li Cuiqun, who was eager to do something great under the Japanese, didn't want to hear about Dingmutun being shrouded in mist.
He directly took out a pistol and a pile of banknotes from his body and placed them in front of Chongmetun.
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"What do you mean by this?" Dingmutun, who was bragging about the conch, was startled and asked.
Li Cuiqun's eyes exuded a cold and captivating light. He looked at Ding Mutun and said, "Brother Ding, please give me a happy word!"
"If you are willing to do it, just accept the money and we will do it together. You are still my boss and I am willing to follow your lead."
"It doesn't matter if you don't do it. I, Li Cuiqun, am a traitor. I've lost your face. Just shoot me to death with this pistol!"
Dingmu Tun heard this and was speechless.
He glanced at the banknotes on the table and then at Li Cuiqun.
Finally, I took another look at the banknotes.
From beginning to end, his eyes never stopped on the pistol.
After thinking for a moment, Dingmutun sighed and picked up the banknotes, "You know, I won't shoot you."
Li Cuiqun was overjoyed when he saw Dingmutun picking up the banknotes.
"Director Ding, it's great to congratulate you and I to work together again. It suddenly dawns on you." Li Cuiqun said happily.
Ding Mutun had a smile on his face, but he was dissatisfied in his heart. He didn't like a word used in Li Cuiqun's words.
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The two of them were seated diagonally across from the venue where the dance was held.
After 'reaching' a consensus to work together for a great cause, the two of them held wine glasses and looked out of the window.
Li Cuiqun introduced the Shanghai celebrities attending the ball to Dingmutun with great interest.
"Is that Cheng Qianfan?" Ding Mutun asked. Seeing 'Mr. Little Cheng's' motorcade leaving in a mighty manner, he shook his head and said, "This person is very afraid of death."
"Cheng Qianfan once arrested the Red Party, who regarded him as a enemy. He was assassinated by Chongqing because he was close to the Japanese. In addition, this man also had a grudge against Zhang Xiaolin for robbing business." Li Cuiqun said, "Shanghai
Tan wants to kill him like a crucian carp crossing a river."
"He has offended the Red Party, Chongqing, and the Green Gang, and yet he is still able to make such a big living." Dingmutun was surprised.
"This 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' has the support of the French, and of course the most important thing is that the Japanese admire him very much." Li Cuiqun said with a hint.
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At this moment, a graceful woman came out holding the arm of a burly man.
A car waiting outside drove over and stopped under the streetlight.
The woman got in the car first.
The man stood by the car door, flipped the lighter and lit the cigarette. He took a few puffs of the cigarette before opening the door and getting in the car.
Dingmutun let out a light sigh.
Li Cuiqun also narrowed his eyes.
The two looked at each other, and Li Cuiqun said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see an old friend. It seems that Brother Ding also recognized this person."
They both said a name at the same time.
Dingmutun refers to ‘Su Chende’.
Li Cuiqun was talking about ‘Su Meiyi’.
"If I remember correctly, Su Chende and you were classmates at Moscow University." Ding Mutun asked.
Li Cuiqun nodded. Su Chende was a veteran of the Red Party. In the 14th year of the Republic of China, he served as a member of the Bengbu Local Party Working Committee of the Red Party and was responsible for trade union work.
At the beginning of the next year, he was sent to study at Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow, Russia, where he happened to be a classmate with Li Cuiqun.
Unlike Li Cuiqun, who was appreciated and valued by Soviet Russia, Su Chende was sent back to the country for making mistakes while at Moscow University and engaged in red work under the pseudonym Su Meiyi.
In the 21st year of the Republic of China, Su Chende "confessed" and joined the Party Affairs Investigation Department.
When this person first met with Ma Qiwu, the head of the Shanghai Special Administrative Region of the Party Affairs Investigation Office, he reported to Ma Qiwu the situation of a member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the leadership team of the Fanan District Committee and the Huxi District Committee of the Communist Party of China, and even his wife.
The Red Party suffered a major blow, and Su Chende was subsequently appointed as the director of the Huxi Division of the Shanghai Special Economic Zone of the Party Affairs Investigation Office.
Under the leadership of Su Chende, the Jiangsu Provincial Committee of the Red Party, the Shanghai West District Committee of the Red Party, and even the central organs of the Red Party in Shanghai suffered successive sabotages.
Su Chende's greatest contribution was to work with the French Concession patrol to capture Chen Xiangjun of the Special Branch Red Team of the Red Party. After being arrested, this man could not survive the torture, but he confessed a large number of personnel and secrets of the Special Branch Red Team of the Red Party.
A large number of Teko Red Party members, including the Red Party Teko "Bamboo Forest", were arrested and killed.
Su Chende "continued his efforts" and was promoted to deputy director of the Nanjing Experimental Zone of the Party Affairs Investigation Office for his "meritorious service" in destroying the Nanjing underground party of the Red Party.
After the fall of Nanjing, there was no news about this person. Unexpectedly, I saw this person in Shanghai this time.
"Can Mr. Su know it?" Ding Mutun asked.
"No." Li Cuiqun knew what Ding Mutun was asking. He shook his head and said calmly, "Su Chende's qualifications are far better than mine. If this person had defected to the Japanese early, the Japanese would also
I don’t have anything to do for the time being.”
Ding Mutun breathed a sigh of relief. This Su Chende's qualifications within the Kuomintang were not as good as his. However, this person had a lot of blood on his hands. The Japanese would appreciate such a person very much. If Su Chende had defected to him earlier,
The Japanese, even Dingmutun, have to face the competitive pressure of Su Chende.
"Su Chende is so brave." Ding Mutun sneered.
Since Su Chende did not defect to the Japanese, he must still be working for Chongqing.
This person was already the deputy director of the Nanjing Experimental Zone of the Party Affairs Investigation Department before the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War. His status now should be no less than that of the original one.
Such a high-ranking official of the Central Government openly brought a woman to a dance party where foreigners, concession patrols, Japanese, Youth Gang, and wealthy businessmen from all over the world gathered. I don't know whether to use the word "artists are bold" or "bold", or
It's described as 'not knowing whether to live or die'.
"Brother Ding, in your opinion..." Li Cuiqun looked at Dingmu Tun and said with a smile.
"Take it but don't send it out." Dingmutun thought for a moment and said.
"Heroes see the same thing!" Li Cuiqun smiled and nodded.
Su Chende is a big fish that comes unexpectedly, so it is natural to catch him.
But when?
It is inappropriate now.
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The bright car lights illuminate the future.
Cheng Qianfan was sitting on his seat, slightly drunk, closing his eyes to relax.
At this time, the car in front suddenly braked suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Li Hao asked loudly.
"There are fallen branches blocking the road," someone shouted.
Cheng Qianfan, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, with a strange light shining in the dark night, and his right hand quickly touched his waist.
In the clicking sound of steel, Cheng Qianfan had turned off the safety, and the Browning gun was in a ready-to-fire state.
"Reverse!" he ordered in a decisive voice.
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I don’t know if it was because of the air conditioner that I caught a cold. My fever reached 39 degrees Celsius, I had a headache, muscle pains, I felt uncomfortable all over, and my brain was feeling dizzy.
I started coding this chapter in the afternoon, and it took six or seven hours to code it out. I kept deleting and recoding it, mainly because I was confused and the code came out unsatisfactory.
Overall, my mind is drowsy, and this chapter feels a bit average, so I hope you can forgive me.
