My Spy Years

  Chapter 139 Contact the organization again

  After Cheng Qianfan left, his subordinate Alai asked Xia Wenqiao, "Third brother, it's really 10%."

   "When did I never believe what I said?" Xia Wenqiao glanced at his subordinates, "Why, can't figure it out?"

   "Third brother, even if Cheng Qianfan is going to be the deputy inspector, let's give up another 10% and finally draw 20% of the bonus. Why give up another 10%?"

   "You don't understand?" Xia Wenqiao shook his head, "It's right if you don't understand, if you understand, you are the boss."

  He took out the upper drawer of the food box, and underneath was a plate of red bean cakes.

  Picked a piece of red bean cake with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth, Xia Wenqiao squinted his eyes, "It's still sensible, spit it out for half the profit."

   "Third brother, if Cheng didn't spit out this half of the bonus, we really only took 10% of the bonus?" A Lai asked.

   "Brother Xia has always spit and nailed, so I'm fine." Xia Wenqiao sneered, "It's just that those old guys are probably unhappy. If they are unhappy, he, Cheng Qianfan, will be blessed to enjoy it."

  Alai is relieved, this is still their scheming Brother Xia.

   "Shuiwa, Dalin, Kangbao, each with three whips." Xia Wenqiao said suddenly.

  When the 'gunners' suddenly rushed in, the three **** were only watching the show, and they were shot and 'killed' in the first wave.

   "Yes, third brother." A Lai nodded and went down with an empty food box.

  Xia Wenqiao's complexion became gloomy.

   Some old guys in the gang have always regarded him as a thorn in their side, and they are greedy for the black market business in his hands.

  Recently, Xia Wenqiao began to "do not do business properly", and fell in love with listening to operas. Not only that, but also indulged his sister's nonsense, playing the "new version of Mu Guiying" of Lao Shizi twice in three days.

  Xia Wenqiao got the news that some people had let down their guard against him.

   Really thought he was obsessed with the stage?

  He Xia Wenqiao didn't have much ink in his stomach, but he was smart since he was a child.

  Acting...Practice, tsk tsk.

  Xia Wenqiao clicked his tongue. At the beginning, he also pretended to be obsessed with the stage to confuse his opponent.

   After playing around with his sister, Xia Wenqiao had more fun. He arranged for people to take turns playing gunmen and bodyguards, and those who behaved badly would be whipped.

  In the eyes of the outside world, Xia Wenqiao acted recklessly, and his subordinates were beaten while accompanying him in the play.

  According to the news that he secretly arranged people to inquire, his strategy initially confused the opponents in the gang.

  Xia Wenqiao proudly hummed a few lines of drama, and then scratched his head regretfully. He really wished that Cheng Qianfan didn't know good from bad, and really dared to accept the 20% profit.

  Cheng Qianfan is really greedy to such a stupid point, Xia Wenqiao doesn't mind operating in secret, let Cheng Qianfan and even Second Lieutenant Pete, Xiu Gongshen and others behind him fight those old things.

   It's a pity that although Cheng Qianfan is greedy for money, he has room for doing things and is a character.

  Young, capable, with a background, and clear.

   Such a person can be like a fish in water in this troubled world.

  Xia Wenqiao tapped his finger on the table lightly.

  After this incident, the relationship with this Cheng Qianfan has been further improved, which can be regarded as a harvest.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan was sitting on a rickshaw. There was a hole in the carport, through which he could see the stars in the night sky.

   Subconsciously put his right hand on the holster at his waist.

  Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart.

   This Xia Wenqiao seems to be a big-hearted and rough man, with a very universal style, but he is actually cunning and treacherous.

  The nickname 'Black Saburo' does not just refer to Xia Wenqiao being the third eldest child and having a dark complexion.

   It also refers to his black-hearted, double-decker.

  Many people only know one but not the other.

  In Cheng Qianfan's plan, it is already very ideal to be able to talk about a 20% bonus.

  Xia Wenqiao took the initiative to give up 10% of the bonus, while Xu Yi only took 10% of the bonus.

  Cheng Qianfan could tell that Xia Wenqiao was willing to give up this 10% bonus from the bottom of his heart.

  Even though he didn't know why Xia Wenqiao was like this, Cheng Qianfan was suddenly alert. He asked himself that he didn't have such a big face to make Xia Wenqiao so generous.

  How much skill you have, how big a bowl you can serve.

  He decisively accepted half of the profit, and returned the half to Xia Wenqiao.

   This is the most appropriate countermeasure.

  On the one hand, it is Cheng Qianfan's consistent principle of doing things to stay on the line when doing things—you can be greedy for money, but you must have a sense of proportion.

  At the same time, he was able to avoid the trap Xia Wenqiao set for him, and Xia Wenqiao even had to lead him to give back half of the profit.

   "Officer Cheng, here we are."

   "Thank you Lennon, thank you Lennon."

  Cheng Qianfan paid the fare and gave an extra dime, and the rickshaw driver thanked him repeatedly.

  …

  Back home, Cheng Qianfan directly locked the door, and he went up to the second floor.

  First turn on the desk lamp, quickly write the information with his left hand, and tear off the page after finishing.

   And tore off the subsequent pages of paper with handwriting marks, put it in a charcoal basin, lit it, poured water, and poured it into the toilet.

   Quickly undress and change clothes.

Then, I took out the lotion and applied it on my face. After the lotion dries up, I looked in the mirror and saw that my appearance had changed a lot. In the dark night, if I changed my walking style, it was basically difficult for anyone to see the person in the mirror. Get in touch with Cheng Qianfan. .

   Remove the bookcase, remove the floor tiles, and take out the Mauser pistol in the wooden box.

   This is not the one he brought to Hangzhou. The pistol appeared in Hangzhou and was once confiscated by the Xiongzhenlou Secret Service. He is not sure if the Secret Service will have detailed records of this gun.

  Just in case, Cheng Qianfan threw the gun into the Huangpu River.

  He still couldn't trust his "colleagues" in the Secret Service, and worried that he might be exposed as an agent of the Secret Service because of these people in the future.

  Cheng Qianfan carefully checked the Mauser pistol, confirmed that everything was normal, and took a spare magazine from the wooden box.

  Put the wooden box back, the floor tiles are restored to their original shape, and the bookcase is also pulled back to its original position.

  Cheng Qianfan then turned off the desk lamp, holding the flashlight in his mouth, removed the light bulb, put it in a drawer, and replaced a burned-out bulb on the desk lamp.

   Then he lit the oil lamp, which he had prepared in advance. There was very little oil in the lamp, and the oil lamp would automatically turn off after about half an hour.

   After finishing all this, Cheng Qianfan was about to go out from the window on the second floor. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then returned to the house and put down the bamboo basket hanging from the beam, which was full of dried dandelions.

  He reached in and took out a cloth bag, which contained four German-made M24 grenades.

  Cheng Qianfan took a grenade and put it in his pocket, then hung the bamboo basket on the beam again.

  He is going to contact Comrade Wang Jun of the Shanghai Municipal Committee of the Red Party, and some intelligence and information needs to be transmitted and communicated to the organization.

   It’s been more than a month since he left Shanghai. He doesn’t know whether Wang Jun and Kang Erniu are still living in that safe house, let alone whether it’s safe or not, and whether they have been targeted by the enemy.

  The revolutionary situation is getting more and more serious, he must be more careful.

He opened the window again, flipped out, pulled the curtains, closed the window, tugged the string, clicked, fastened the window latch, put the string away, and dexterously climbed over the eaves, disappearing in just a few strokes In the darkness.

Thank you very much for [Who is Wang Xiaoer] 1500 starting coins, and I am very grateful to [I am not Chinese] 600 starting coins, [JimWest] 500 starting coins, [777 Fog Wind 777] 100 starting coins, [ripped socks No exchange] 100 starting point coins for tipping.

   On the last day of May, there are still more than 200 votes short of 1,000 monthly tickets. I wonder if there is a chance to break the 1,000 monthly ticket.

   In the new week, I would like to ask everyone for some recommendation tickets.

   Ask for collection.

   Ask for a reward.

   Thank you.

  (end of this chapter)