My Spy Years

  Chapter 712 People who want to kill "Mr. Xiao Cheng" are like crucian carp crossing the river

  Ryono Sakamoto took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "This 'Mr. Cheng' is a famous figure in the French Concession. I did meet him once."

   Eguchi also smiled, turned his head to look, and his eyes fell on Cheng Qianfan, "Mr. Sakamoto, from my observation, you and Cheng Qianfan should not only know each other."

  He had been spying in the dark before. During this period, Cheng Qianfan, who was wandering around the ballroom with a goblet, had contact with Sakamoto Ryono once. The two clinked glasses. Cheng Qianfan seemed to say something, and the two smiled knowingly.

   This is by no means just a one-sided friend.

  From the gestures of these two people, the feeling for Eguchi Hideya is:

   This is the kind of tranquility and tacit understanding between good friends.

  This is interesting—Eguchi Hideya knows Sakamoto Yoshino quite well. As the youngest son of the famous Japanese writer Nagayuki Sakamoto, Sakamoto Yoshino has a good upbringing, profound knowledge, and a relatively simple temperament.

  With Sakamoto Yoshino's disposition, it is impossible to become friends with Cheng Qianfan, a Chinese who is known for his greed for money and lust.

  Impossible things happened in front of his eyes, Eguchi also 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 interrogated."

   Saying that, Sakamoto Yoshino stretched out his right hand, "Eguchi-kun, you are disturbing me, please."

   "If my question makes you feel uncomfortable, I am very sorry." Eguchi also bowed slightly, and he picked up the top hat he put on the table, "Don't bother Sakamoto-kun, goodbye."

  After Eguchi Hideo also left, Sakamoto Ryono picked up the wine glass, drank a couple of sips, and smiled

   There was a twinkle in his eye.

  ‘An unknowing military officer of the Imperial Military Department had a certain amount of attention and suspicion towards Miyazaki-kun. '

  'I am looking forward to the development of things. '

'Stimulate! '

  Ryono Sakamoto decided to record this episode in a secret language that only he can understand, which can be used as material when creating novels based on Miyazaki-kun in the future.

  …

  Outside the ballroom.

  A row of cars is waiting there.

  Cheng Qianfan stood on the marble steps, he flicked the lighter to light the cigarette.

   Haozai brought three of his men to stand aside, looking around vigilantly.

   "Brother Fan."

  Li Hao ran over and helped Cheng Qianfan put on his windbreaker.

   "Leave now? Don't wait for the cake to be cut?" Li Hao asked.

   This is a celebration ball 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 Chinese festivals has become cake cutting.

   "Let's go." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, turned his head and glanced at the people in the ballroom who were drinking and drinking, and yawned, "I haven't had a good rest these days, so go back."

"yes."

  Li Hao drove, Hao Zai sat in the co-pilot, and Cheng Qianfan sat in the back seat.

There is a car at the front and back of the car, and a man is standing on the doorstep of the car, with an armed belt hanging around his waist, and one hand is pressed on the holster, vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding situation. Ready to draw and shoot.

   "What did you find?" Cheng Qianfan pressed his thumb on his temple, massaged it gently, and asked.

   "According to the guest registration information, the man with Hu Na is Mei Wuming, the owner of the Damei Trading Company." Haozai said.

   "Damei Trading Company?" Cheng Qianfan read the name once, confirming that he didn't have any impression, he shook his head, "What's the background?"

   "It should be just a small business company. I don't know how 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 gestures, not like the owner of an unknown business company, but more like someone who is used to giving orders. .

  In addition, Hu Na's attitude towards this person is also intriguing. It's not like a dancer's attitude towards "benefactors" and benefactors. That attitude is dependent, respectful, and at the same time somewhat fearful.

   "Brother Fan, do you want to keep an eye on this Mei Wuming?" Hao Zai asked.

   "No need for now." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "I tell my brothers in Xanadu to pay more attention to Ding Yu and Hu Na."

  For the Shanghai Special Affairs Team, the most urgent task at present is to connect with Lu Jingqian who went to Shanghai from Hong Kong, and then focus on finding Mei Shenping and Gao Qingwu.

  The bigger the stall is, the easier it is to go wrong.

   At this critical moment, it is better not to make extravagance.

  …

   "Brother Ding, just look." With a cigarette in his hand, Li Cuiqun pointed to the brightly lit clubhouse on the opposite side, "This doesn't look like the party and the country."

  “Neon lights are flashing, singing and singing, Chinese, French, British, American, and Japanese are all dancing in this world.”

  He glanced at the man beside him, "This is the life you and I should enjoy."

  Ding Mutun didn't speak, he held a goblet in his hand, shook the glass gently, and looked at the feasting lights in the opposite dance hall.

  Before, Li Cuiqun found him through his fellow countrymen, and declared that Li Cuiqun would take second place, and asked him to come to Shanghai to serve as the head of the secret service organization supported by the Japanese.

  Chometun is tempted.

  So there is this trip to Shanghai.

   "When the country is in crisis, I should think more about serving the country." Ding Mutun sighed, "Now is not the time for pleasure."

  Li Cuiqun glanced at Ding Mutun with a thoughtful look on his face, but actually sneered inwardly.

  He had already seen through his old superior.

  For Dingmutun, it is the end of the road at this moment.

  The Third Office of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics of the Military Commission was abolished. Dingmutun is now unemployed at home, frustrated in officialdom, and those friends who were extremely enthusiastic before have stayed away.

   For Ding Mutun, who once enjoyed the benefits of power, this situation now makes his days feel like years.

  In addition, this person in Dingmutun is extremely lustful, but currently he is unemployed and has no large income to enjoy and squander.

   What's more, Ding Mutun suffers from tuberculosis, and now this person doesn't even have money for medical treatment.

   In Dingmu Village like this, Li Cuiqun is fully confident that he can pull him on the horse and conspire with him for great things.

  Seeing that Li Cuiqun did not speak, Ding Mutun began to repeat the same old tune.

  Li Cuiqun sneered even more in his heart.

  After this person arrived in Shanghai, in order to cover up his lack of ambition, he boasted that he came here under the order of Chen Lifu.

In the first meeting after he saw Li Cuiqun, he talked a lot: "I came here this time at the order of Li Fu, because in the rear, everyone saw that the war of resistance continued like this, and there was no way out." .”

   "Our real opponent is the Red Party. The Red Party's so-called war of resistance to the end is to fight against our party and to fear that China will not be chaotic."

   "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 too."

   "However, when we are immature, we should keep the secret for Li Fu."

   Hearing that Dingmutun was talking again in the name of Chen Lifu, Li Cuiqun was a bit overbearing, and he felt that he had given the old leader enough hints that the two sides could be more honest.

   Li Cuiqun, who was eager to do a lot under the hands of the Japanese, didn't want to hear that Dingmu was covered in clouds and mist.

  He directly took out a pistol and a stack of banknotes from his body and placed them in front of Ding Mutun.

  …

   "What do you mean?" Ding Mutun, who was bragging, was taken aback and asked.

  Li Cuiqun's eyes exuded a shocking coldness, he stared at Ding Mutun closely, "Brother Ding, please give me a good 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 example."

   "Don't do it, it doesn't matter, I, Li Cuiqun, am a traitor, if you lose face, you can shoot me to death with this pistol!"

  Dingmutun was silent when he heard the words.

  He glanced at the banknotes on the table, and then at Li Cuiqun.

  Finally, another glance at the bill.

  From the beginning to the end, his eyes did not stay on the pistol.

  Thinking for a moment, Ding Mutun sighed, and he picked up the banknote, "You know, I won't kill you with a gun."

  Li Cuiqun was overjoyed when he saw Ding Mutun pick up the banknote.

   "Director Ding, it's gratifying for you and me to work together again. It should be clear." 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 in Li Cuiqun's words.

  …

  The seats where the two are located are diagonally opposite the venue where the dance party is held.

   After 'reaching' a consensus to conspire for a great cause, the two held their wine glasses and looked out from the window.

  Li Cuiqun introduced to Dingmutun the celebrities from Shanghai who attended the ball with great interest.

   "That's Cheng Qianfan?" Ding Mutun asked, watching the motorcade of "Mr. Xiao Cheng" leave in a mighty manner, he shook his head and said, "This person is very afraid of death."

"Cheng Qianfan once arrested the Red Party, and the Red Party treated him like a bandit. He was assassinated by the Chongqing authorities because he was close to the Japanese. In addition, this person also had an enmity with Zhang Xiaolin for robbing business." Li Cuiqun said, "Shanghai Those who want to kill him are like crucian carp crossing the river."

   "He has offended the Red Party, Chongqing, and the Qing Gang all once, yet he can still make such a big living." Ding Mutun was amazed.

   "This 'Mr. Cheng' is backed by the French. Of course, the most important thing is that the Japanese appreciate him very much." Li Cuiqun said pointedly.

  …

   At this moment, a graceful woman came out holding the arm of a burly man.

  A car waiting outside drove up and stopped under the street light.

  The woman got into the car first.

  The man stood by the car door, flipped the lighter and lit the cigarette, took a few puffs of cigarettes, and then opened the door and got into the car.

  Ding Mutun let out a slight snort.

  Li Cuiqun also shrank 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."

  The two 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 are 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 was a member of the Bengbu Local Party Working Committee of the Red Party in charge of trade union work.

  At the beginning of the following year, he was sent to study at Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow, Soviet Russia, and happened to be a classmate with Li Cuiqun.

  Different from Li Cuiqun who was appreciated and valued by the Soviet Union, Su Chende was sent back to China due to mistakes made during his time at Moscow University, and engaged in red work under the pseudonym of Su Meiyi.

  In the 21st year of the Republic of China, Su Chende "confessed" and joined the Party Affairs Investigation Office.

  When this person met with Ma Qiwu, head of the Party Affairs Investigation Department of the Shanghai Special Economic Zone for the first time, he was about to inform Ma Qiwu about a member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the leadership team of the Faran District Committee, the Western Shanghai District Committee of the Communist Party of China, and even his wife.

  The Red Party suffered a major blow. Subsequently, Su Chende was appointed as the director of the Shanghai Special Zone Huxi Division of the Party Affairs Investigation Office.

  Under the leadership of Su Chende, the Jiangsu Provincial Committee of the Red Party, the Western Shanghai District Committee of the Red Party, and even the Central Office of the Red Party in Shanghai were continuously damaged.

  Su Chende's greatest contribution is to cooperate with the police in the French Concession to capture Chen Xiangjun of the Red Party's Special Branch Red Team.

  A large number of Teke Red Party members including the Red Party Teke "Bamboo Forest" were arrested and killed.

  Su Chende made persistent efforts thereafter, and because of his "meritorious service" in destroying the Red Party's Nanjing underground party, he was promoted to the deputy head of the Nanjing Experimental Area of ​​the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

  After the fall of Nanjing, there was no news of this person. I did not expect to see this person in Shanghai this time.

   "Will someone Su know?" Ding Mutun asked.

"No." Li Cuiqun knew what Dingmutun was asking. He shook his head and said calmly, "Su Chende's qualifications are far superior to mine. I have nothing to do for now.”

Ding Mutun breathed a sigh of relief, this Su Chende's qualifications in the Nationalist Party are not as good as him, but this person has a lot of blood on his hands, the Japanese will appreciate such a person very much, if Su Chende had joined him long before him The Japanese, even Dingmutun, have to face Su Chende's competitive pressure.

   "Su Chende is so courageous." Ding Mutun sneered.

  Since Su Chende did not join the Japanese, then this person must still be working for Chongqing.

  This person was already the deputy head of the Nanjing Experimental Area of ​​the Party Affairs Investigation Department before the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War. Now this person's status should not be lower than that at the beginning.

Such a high-ranking official of the central government took a woman to attend a dance party where foreigners, policemen in the concession, Japanese, youth gangs, and wealthy businessmen from all over the country gathered. It's a description of 'I don't know how to live or die'.

   "Brother Ding, in your opinion..." Li Cuiqun looked at Ding Mutun and said with a smile.

   "Tell but not send." Ding Mutun thought for a moment and said.

   "Heroes see the same thing!" Li Cuiqun smiled and nodded.

   Su Chende was a big fish that came to his door by accident, so he had to catch it naturally.

   But when to catch?

   Now is inappropriate.

  …

  The bright headlights illuminate the future.

  Cheng Qianfan was sitting on the seat, closing his eyes and recuperating even though he was slightly drunk.

   At this time, the car in front suddenly braked suddenly.

   "What's wrong?" Li Hao asked loudly.

   "There's a fallen branch blocking the way," someone yelled.

  Cheng Qianfan's eyes, which were closing their eyes to rest, suddenly opened, and there was a strange light shining in the dark night, and his right hand quickly touched his waist.

  Among the crackling sound of steel, Cheng Qianfan had already turned off the safety, and the Browning gun was in a waiting state.

   "Reverse!" He ordered decisively and in a deep voice.

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   I don’t know if it’s because of the air conditioner that I caught a cold. I had a high fever of thirty-nine degrees, headache, muscle pain, feeling uncomfortable all over, and my mind was dizzy.

   This chapter started to be coded in the afternoon, and it took six or seven hours to code out. I kept deleting and re-coding in the middle, mainly because my mind was dizzy and I was not satisfied with the coded out.

   Generally speaking, my mind is dizzy. This chapter feels rather ordinary. I hope everyone will forgive me.

  (end of this chapter)