Hangzhou, Yujie, residence of Fang Jinghua, a senior official of the Hong Party’s Hangzhou Municipal Party Committee.
"Secretary Fang, I want to know the name of the sacrificed comrade." Gao Lan said with a deep expression.
It was the unknown comrade who sacrificed his life to warn them that they were able to escape from danger.
Fang Jinghua shook his head, he couldn't tell Gao Lan.
This seems a bit cruel. The names of these comrades who sacrificed their precious lives will only be recorded in the archives, and some are not even recorded in the archives.
What they did and who they were, were not known to people.
Even if you are a comrade in the party, you cannot know what you shouldn’t know.
This is organizational discipline.
After Gao Lan left, Fang Jinghua remained silent.
A sad mood lingers in his heart.
This is a comrade he is not very familiar with. He even knows that his name is Meng Qiang, and he has no impression of the other party's appearance.
Holding back the sadness, he was thinking.
Why did the Kuomintang spies appear at the Piyuqiao Pier?
Did they go for Gao Lan and the others?
Why did the spies know where Gao Lan would bring people?
How did Meng Qiang learn that there was an ambush from the spies there?
Who told Meng Qiang?
Did "Huaishu" tell Meng Qiang about this emergency information?
Everything was just a guess. Fang Jinghua rubbed his temples. He had a relatively serious migraine and severe headache.
...
"Bangbang."
A knock on the door sounded.
"who?"
"Uncle, it's me."
A young man in a black cotton jacket came in.
"Have you found out?" Fang Jinghua asked anxiously.
"I've asked." The young man picked up the scoop, scooped water in the water tank, took two big sips, and continued, "Neighbor Grandma Lu said that the couple had fought, the man went out, the woman was beaten, and took the child back to the countryside."
"Have you returned to the countryside?" Fang Jinghua confirmed again.
"That's what I said."
"Mancang, Uncle has given you a task." Fang Jinghua said.
"Uncle, you said."
"You go and inquire quietly and see where the woman took the children. You must find them." Fang Jinghua's expression was extremely serious, "Remember, be careful, protect yourself and protect them."
"Uncle, I understand." Mancang nodded vigorously and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Uncle, did you find me and my mother back then?"
Fang Jinghua was stunned for a moment, and did not say anything, but patted Man Cang on the shoulder.
...
Luo Liu was extremely anxious.
He was eager to meet his superiors and report to the leaders of the municipal party committee that happened at the Maiyuqiao Wharf during the day.
However, I don’t know what the captain of the action team, He Qichen, was considering or something happened.
He Qichen suddenly ordered that the whole team was martial law and no one was allowed to leave the base or make phone calls. Violators of military law were engaged in military law.
Luo Liu was trapped in the base like this.
Did Gao Lan and others successfully escape?
Is that woman and their children safely getting out?
Why did the people from the Party Investigation Department set up an ambush there?
So many question marks circling in Luo Liu's mind made him unable to feel at ease.
Just when he was in a state of turmoil, the martial law at the garrison was lifted.
Luo Liu was very happy.
However, he did not go out immediately, but shouted and pulled several brothers to a restaurant near the base for a lively meal and drink.
...
No. 30, Xiongzhen Building.
"Director, I want to take a leave and go to the hotel to get my greeting back." Cheng Qianfan found Yu Ping'an.
"Yes." Yu Ping'an nodded. Kawada Nagaki and his party were caught in one go, so Cheng Qianfan could naturally go back to the hotel to get things.
"Can you take out makeup?" Yu Ping'an asked with a smile.
"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. Actually, he would, but at this moment, he must not.
"Go to find Amei and ask him to give you makeup and leave through the side door, there are few people."
It turns out that her name is Amei.
"Thank you, Director." Cheng Qianfan saluted, "I will leave."
"Go."
...
A hot and hot feeling felt on my face.
"Go and wash your face." Amei, wearing a mask, had a hoarse voice and an impatient tone.
Cheng Qianfan washed his face, and the cold water and the hot neutralization on his face made a wonderful reaction - he shivered.
He walked back and came to the dressing table to look at himself.
Even though the lights were not too bright, you could still see a handsome young man.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"You're not going to leave, why are you staying here?" Amei chased the man away.
"Thank you." Cheng Qianfan didn't mind Amei's attitude and thanked her sincerely.
This woman cannot be messed with.
If you can do this job, you will definitely be the director’s confidant.
This director is not Deputy Director Yu Ping'an, but Dai Chunfeng, Director of the Special Service Office of Lixing Society and Director of the Hangzhou Special Training Class Office.
Leave through the side door.
Instead of going to the inn directly, he found a restaurant first, ordered a few dishes and ate some briskly.
Then ask the store to pack the unfinished meals.
Then he returned to Yunlong Inn with the packaged food.
"Shopkeeper, make me a pot of hot water later." Cheng Qianfan did not go upstairs quietly, but said to the inn shopkeeper who was bowing his head to settle the score.
"Okay." The shopkeeper nodded, "You've eaten and are you back?"
"Yeah." Cheng Qianfan nodded and muttered, the food in this restaurant was a bit salty, so he went upstairs.
The shopkeeper smiled and said nothing.
He was just wondering why he hadn't seen the guest in the room. Now Cheng Qianfan came back with a packed meal openly, and the little bit of strangeness subconsciously disappeared.
The shopkeeper naturally would not be at the counter all the time. He would subconsciously think that when Cheng Qianfan went up and downstairs, he happened to be not at the counter, which happened to be a coincidence.
The inn shopkeeper is a special agent of Ritual or other forces, but Cheng Qianfan is still very careful. He did not feel at all relaxed because this is Hangzhou, the territory of the state government, and he is a spy from the secret service.
It is not possible to arouse the suspicion of passers-by. This is the first creed for an agent to survive!
This is not what others teach him, but his own experience.
...
Yu Ping'an knew that Cheng Qianfan worked hard today, and he had to follow and participated in the action.
So, he convicted Cheng Qianfan to rest in the inn for one night and return to the team the next morning.
This is exactly what Cheng Qianfan wants.
This night, he had to pass on the information about the traitor Wen Changjian to the Hangzhou Red Party.
On the way back, Cheng Qianfan thought of a way to convey intelligence, which is also the only way he can access the local Red Party in Hangzhou:
Luo Liu, a member of the Hangzhou District Operation Team of the Special Services Office who has partnered with him for more than half a day.
But, how to convey this information?
What is the content delivered?
This must be carefully considered.
Especially the latter.
At Yang Baiwan's mansion, Cheng Qianfan personally interrogated Wen Changjian, and he was naturally very clear about the inside story.
However, because of this, he was even more unable to tell the situation out.
There were four people at the scene, Yu Ping'an, deputy director of the special training class commissioner's office, leader of the special training class action team, instructor Wan Delong, Yu Ping'an's absolute confidant, adjutant Zhao Yansheng, and him.
If the detailed information is transmitted, once the incident is later discovered by the National Party’s secret service department, it is almost obvious who leaked it and who is the Red Party hidden in the secret service.
Therefore, how to wording can not only make the Red Party understand what happened and pay attention to it, but it cannot make people suspect that the source of the information was at the interrogation site of the Yang Mansion. This is what Cheng Qianfan needs to think carefully at the moment.
Yes, getting information, how to pass it, and what to say is even more careful than getting information itself, and the risk is greater.
He must be careful.
If a word on the information is used incorrectly, it may lead to his exposure.
Intelligence is the most direct evidence!
It is ironclad evidence that it can react and trace back many details!