My Spy Years

  Chapter 56 Are you a member of the (National Party)? (Please collect recommended tickets)

  Cheng Qianfan glanced at Kawata Yongkichi with a strange expression, "Sure enough, Mr. Kawata hasn't been back for a long time. Mr. Wuwu passed away five years ago, and the master of the temple later raised a Mr. Xiaowu."

   "I see." Kawata Yongkichi nodded, "It's been too long since I left my hometown, I really miss it."

   As he spoke, he smiled, "Hayao Miyazaki-kun, goodbye, I hope to meet next time, you and I can have a good drink."

   "Mr. Chuanta, I am also looking forward to that day." Cheng Qianfan bowed slightly, "Take care."

   "Take care." Kawata Yongkichi bowed in return.

  Cheng Qianfan was carrying the suitcase, quietly watching Kawata Yongkichi leave surrounded by everyone.

  Mr. Wuwu is a civet cat.

   is the **** cat of Nisong Temple, and the locals in Fukushima love it very much.

  Mr. Xiaowu is also a civet cat.

  Tai Imai told him about it as an interesting story.

  His back was covered with fine cold sweat. Kawata Yongkichi's caution and cunning were beyond his imagination, but fortunately he knew about it.

At this time, the young man in the tunic suit he had seen before trotted over and said in a low voice, "Mr. Miyazaki, Mr. Kawata asked me to tell you that if you have any difficulties in Hangzhou, you can take this business card to Japan. The concession is looking for Major Toshihiko Okada."

   As he spoke, he handed a business card to Cheng Qianfan.

   "Mr. Chuanta is interested, thank him for me." Cheng Qianfan took the business card with both hands and said.

  Cheng Qianfan waited for Kawata Yongkichi and his party to board the car that greeted them, then picked up the business card to read.

  ‘Director of the Manchuria Kyonomaru Chamber of Commerce—Kawada Nagayoshi’.

  From the northeast?

  Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat.

  …

  He put away his business card and put it in his pocket, took the suitcase and walked out of the platform, reached out to hail a rickshaw, "Go to Zhijiang University, and find a clean and refreshing inn near the school."

  Hangzhou's market is very lively, bustling with people.

  The hawkers who carried their loads and sold their goods yelled along the way.

  The children surrounded the sugar seller's booth, drooling with their fingers.

  A facade with the sign of the Young Men's Christian Association hung on it. There was a billiard table at the door. Several young men in suits and leather shoes and sunglasses were smoking cigarettes, chatting and laughing recklessly.

   "Sir, this Yunlong inn is the best here." The rickshaw driver stopped at the entrance of an inn.

  Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, and the attentive coachman wanted to help carry the suitcase, but Cheng Qianfan politely refused, smiled and led the way.

"Keep the change, please."

   "Thank you, thank you, kind sir."

Cheng Qianfan paid the fare, watched the rickshaw driver and the innkeeper talking in a low voice, the innkeeper threw out a nickel, the driver happily caught it, smiled and bowed to Cheng Qianfan, and then happily pulled the cart left.

   "Sir, this store has third-class rooms A, B, C, you are—"

   "One of the upper rooms, I don't like lively, please be quieter."

   "Okay, you come with me."

  Cheng Qianfan didn't do anything in the room, just fell asleep under the quilt.

  About two hours later, he got out of bed and opened the suitcase, which contained some changes of clothes.

   There is also a wooden box.

  He opened the wooden box, and there was a brand new Mauser pistol in the box, and a spare magazine full of bullets.

  After careful inspection, Cheng Qianfan picked up the wooden box, wrapped it in kraft paper, and put it in a cloth bag containing books.

  Shi Shi ran out of the room, greeted the shopkeeper, and left the inn.

After turning around several times, he came to a remote alley several streets away from the inn. He used a dagger to pry open the bricks of the earthen wall, dug out the soil inside, made a hole in the wall, and stuffed the gun box into it. Go, refill the blue bricks.

  Took two steps, picked up the dog **** on the ground, and pasted it on the blue bricks indifferently.

   Then I went to a small river and washed my hands, and called a rickshaw.

   First, I went to the lively Royal Street, which is quite far from here.

   After shopping for a while, I came out from another alley and called a rickshaw.

   "Go to Xiong Zhenlou."

  …

  Sitting on the rickshaw, Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief.

  He didn't know if Kawata Yongkichi believed him, and whether he would continue to send someone to follow him after he left the station, so he didn't dare to go directly to Xiongzhen Building.

  No matter how the other party acts, he himself must be cautious enough.

   "Okay, let's go here."

  Cheng Qianfan got out of the car and paid the fare.

   After walking tens of meters, they came to the gate of the courtyard with a sign.

   "Stop, who is it?" A guard with a regular rifle on his back shouted.

  Cheng Qianfan was about to take out the 'Letter of Introduction' when he saw three men approaching, one of them was 'Nagging'.

   "Someone is here to pick me up." Cheng Qianfan pointed.

  'Nagging' greeted the guard, who waved his hand, and Cheng Qianfan stepped through the door.

  …

   "Mr. Cheng, why did you come so late?"

   "Sorry, I've been delayed." Cheng Qianfan said with cupped fists.

  After walking for a while, Cheng Qianfan's face changed, "Nagging, what do you mean?"

  The three of them have already formed a triangle formation to surround him.

   "Mr. Cheng, please, Deputy Director Yu, please hand over your gun." Nagging said expressionlessly.

   "It's not like inviting me over, it's more like being escorted." Cheng Qianfan said angrily.

   "Please hand over your gun." The man on the left suddenly pulled out a '10-year pistol' and pointed it at Cheng Qianfan.

  Cheng Qianfan gave the other party a cold look, and was about to take out the Mauser pistol from his waist.

   "Don't move." The man shook the pistol.

  Cheng Qianfan raised his hand, and the man on his right came up, pulled out the Mauser pistol on his waist, touched his body again, and pulled out a dagger from his trousers.

   "Please, Mr. Cheng." Nagging said, leading the way with his left hand.

"snort!"

  Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, and walked forward in silence under the 'escort' of the three.

  He's thinking fast.

   Is it a trap?

  Have your Red Party identity been exposed?

Not too possible.

  He himself rejected this speculation.

  Then the only possible reason...

  Nagging reported the incident on the train, and this person was dissatisfied with the behavior suppressed by him with orders, and might add fuel to the story, or even say that he suspected that he had an affair with Ritt.

  After figuring out the joint, Cheng Qianfan calmed down.

   On the way here, he had already figured out how to report and explain the matter.

  …

   Came to a heavily guarded small white building.

  A young man dressed in national army uniform and the rank of lieutenant came out.

  He gave Cheng Qianfan a cold look, as if a little surprised by his handsome face.

   "Cheng Wufang?"

  Cheng Wufang is a temporary pseudonym obtained by Song Fuguo for him.

   Before Cheng Qianfan could speak, two soldiers came up, touched him again, took out wallet, business card, note and other items from his pocket, and put them on a tray.

   "Mr. Cheng, please."

  Cheng Qianfan stood still, straightened his suit, straightened his crooked tie, and then followed the other party in.

"Report."

"What's up?"

   "Report to Deputy Director Yu, brought by Cheng Wufang."

"Come in."

   "Mr. Cheng, please." The young officer opened the door.

  Cheng Qianfan strode in, and a soldier followed him with a tray. Someone inside took the tray. The soldier turned and left after saluting, and closed the door.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan looked at the environment in the room.

  Behind the desk in the center, sat a man in a Chinese tunic suit, writing at his desk, and the desk was full of various documents.

   There are also two young men in tunic suits with 'Leader' badges pinned to their chests.

  One of them stood respectfully on the right side of the desk, without squinting.

  Another person gently placed the tray on the corner of the desk, and was inspecting it carefully. He picked up Kawata Yongkichi's business card and looked at it, showing a strange expression.

   "Are you a party member?" The man writing at the desk asked suddenly without looking up.

   "Report to Deputy Director Yu, the subordinate is a party member." Cheng Qianfan replied respectfully, "In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, I joined the party at the Central Army Military Academy."

   "Huh?" The man picked up a page of paper on the table, looked at it carefully, raised his head, showing surprise, "Central Army Military Academy? Which period?"

   Thank you very much for the rewards of [The Soul of the Night Demon], [Happy Little Bean], and [Jiangnan Luluo].

   Ask for collection, everyone thinks it’s okay, don’t forget to collect it.

   Urgently looking for a recommendation ticket.

   Ask for a reward.

   Ask for a monthly pass.

Many thanks.

  (end of this chapter)