My Spy Years

  Chapter 365 Mr. Miao (please subscribe and ask for tickets)

   "Hey, brother Cheng, if you want to put it this way, although this big yellow croaker is good, I don't dare to touch it." Fei Li played with a gold bar in his hand, and said slowly.

  Looking at Cheng Qianfan, he thought hard.

  It has long been heard that this Cheng Qianfan has always been close to the Japanese. Judging by his posture, this kid has already secretly taken refuge with the Japanese.

   "Brother Fei, you and I are seeing the current situation in Shanghai." Cheng Qianfan said calmly, "The Japanese are bound to win Shanghai. Do you think the national army can defend it?"

   "I can't keep it." Fei Li shook his head, "However, brother, I am serving the jobs of the British and Americans. No matter how capable the Japanese are, he would not dare to mess with the British and Americans."

   As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, "Brother Cheng, if you work with the Japanese, you will be stabbed in the back."

   "That's true." Cheng Qianfan sighed, "Tell me what kind of troubles this is, don't we just want to make some money and live a more comfortable life, it's too bad."

   As he said, he pulled the gold bar back, "I didn't think carefully. I thought I would show you a clear way, but I almost hurt you. Just pretend I didn't mention it."

   As he spoke, he poured tea for Fei Liman, "Don't mention this, drink tea, drink tea."

  …

  Fei Li was a little dumbfounded.

  He just pretended, and waited for Cheng Qianfan to persuade him a few more words, so he borrowed the **** to get off the donkey, but he didn't expect that this kid would not follow the routine.

   "Hey, Brother Cheng." Fei Li hurriedly said, "Just tell me what the Japanese want me to do, brother, I have to appreciate your kindness."

"That's right." Cheng Qianfan smiled, "In these days, whoever gives us more benefits, we will take his job. Besides, this big Shanghai will be dominated by the Japanese sooner or later. You and my brother should get on board earlier. , is also planning for the future, isn’t it?”

  Fei Li remained silent for a while, took a sip of tea, pointed at Cheng Qianfan, "Brother Cheng, you are not authentic."

   "Where did you start?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "It was intentional, it was intentional, brother, you have already climbed the high branch of the Japanese, and you didn't talk to brother and me earlier." Fei Li pretended to be angry and said.

  He regrets a little now. When the Japanese wooed him before, they were not decisive enough.

   So much so that Cheng Qianfan took the lead, and now among the Japanese, this kid must be more valued than himself.

   "Brother, I'm here to explore the way for Brother Fei." Cheng Qianfan laughed loudly, "No, it's good, I immediately thought of you, brother."

   "Tell me, what do the Japanese want me to do?" Fei Li asked.

   "I'm just in charge of the conversation. Brother Fei, you accepted these big yellow croakers and agreed. I'll write back there, and the Japanese will naturally come to you for a detailed interview." Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said.

   "Brother Cheng, you can more or less tell me a thing or two." Fei Li asked anxiously.

  He is not worried about being harmed by the Japanese. Since the Japanese are looking for him, it means that he is valuable.

  What he thought was to know a thing or two first, so that he could make preparations and do things properly for the Japanese.

   Now he is one step behind Cheng Qianfan, so he has to show a good performance to the Japanese no matter what.

  …

   "This..." Cheng Qianfan pondered, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and glanced at the big golden yellow croaker indiscriminately.

  The bastard!

  Gritting his teeth with great effort, he took out five large yellow croakers and pushed them directly in front of Cheng Qianfan.

   "What is this, what is this." Cheng Qianfan waved his hands again and again, with a smile on his lips, his eyes glanced at the big yellow croaker in front of him, and then at the opposite side.

   Balloons.

  Fei Li cursed inwardly, and pushed two more large yellow croakers over.

   "You and my brother, I have benefited, and I can't let you empty-handed, brother." Fei Li said with a smile.

   "This..." Cheng Qianfan gritted his teeth, with a sincere expression on his face, "Hey, logically I can't say it, but why do you and my brother have such a good relationship."

   "Commercial Press!" Cheng Qianfan lowered his voice, "Brother, I only know that the Japanese are thinking about this place, but I don't know exactly what you want bro to do."

  Commercial Press?

  That place is now in ruins, what did the Japanese do with the idea of ​​a commercial printing house?

  Suddenly, Fei Li's heart moved, and he had a guess.

  I had something on my mind, and after learning that the Japanese side would come to talk to me tonight, Fei Li couldn't sit still anymore, so he left early.

  Cheng Qianfan looked at the seven large yellow croakers on the table, and played with them casually, his face getting more and more gloomy.

  …

  Pidgin Bund.

  A small passenger ship docks.

  The travel-stained passengers disembark and disembark.

  A middle-aged man in a long gown was supported by a young woman, "Abba, slow down."

  Beside the two, there were two men looking at everything around them vigilantly.

  'Mr. Miao' was seriously injured, but there were many people at the dock, so in order to avoid suspicion from the people around him, he had to force himself to get off the boat.

  This requires extremely strong perseverance.

   "Rickshaw!" The young woman reached out to hail a rickshaw.

  The middle-aged man got into the rickshaw, put down the carport, and spread out on the seat, with beads of sweat on his face, and soon fell into a coma.

   "All Friends Hotel," said the young woman.

  …

   About an hour later, several people arrived at the hotel and settled down.

   "Comrade Chai, how is the political commissar?" the guard Xiao Huo asked anxiously.

   "The situation is very bad. The political commissar has been in a coma. We must contact the Shanghai party organization as soon as possible." Chai Xue said with a serious expression.

  She looked at another comrade, "Comrade Liu Danian, is the radio ready?"

   "The battery was pierced by a bullet, and water entered it again." Liu Danian shook his head, "Unless we get the battery."

   "I'm going out to find an organization." Xiao Huo said, jumping anxiously.

   "Nonsense, where did you find it?" Liu Danian said in a deep voice, "Little Huo, calm down."

   After being reprimanded, Xiao Huo knelt down and held his head, tears streaming down his face.

  Xiao Huo, who was born as a red kid, both his parents died during the anti-encirclement campaign, and he was brought up by the political commissar.

  For him, the political commissar is not only the chief, but also his relatives.

"Don't panic." Chai Xue said calmly, "We can't contact the Shanghai Party organization, but our residence was agreed with the organization in advance, they must be looking for us, and they will definitely come to the hotel to check. We just have to wait."

   As she spoke, Chai Xue fetched a basin of water and washed her face, "I'll go out and get some alcohol, first to cool down the political commissar, we can't keep burning like this."

   "Be careful." Liu Danian urged.

"Don't worry, my country is small in Shanghai and can speak Shanghai dialect." Chai Xue stepped forward again, touched the forehead of the unconscious 'Mr. Miao', and frowned, "If I haven't come back in an hour, You move immediately."

   Just as she was about to open the door to go out, there was a knock on the door.

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