My Spy Years

  Chapter 440 Guan He (seeking subscription for monthly pass)

  He Guan wanted to criticize his mother for being too narrow-minded and selfish, and everyone was responsible for the national crisis. However, looking at the crying mother, his words reached his throat and he couldn't speak.

  Huang Xiaolan held a bowl of chicken soup and stood at the door of the kitchen, seeing all of this.

  The little girl was at a loss. She knew that He Guan was right in a sense of justice, and she should support him. However, He Guan was so worried and reluctant to bear the sight of He Guan covered in scars and dying in his mind.

  Looking at the crying mother, He Guan was a little at a loss, looked up and saw Huang Xiaolan's worried eyes, the latter looked at him and forced a smile.

   "My lord, I live to suffer, why don't I go to you two, so as not to be **** off by this bullshit." Mrs. He was crying.

   "Okay, okay, mom, I'll listen to you, I won't go back to the army." He Guan said impatiently.

   "Really?" Mrs. He immediately wiped away her tears and asked.

   "Really." He Guan said angrily.

  Here, Huang Xiaolan also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, and came over with chicken soup, and handed it to Mrs. He.

   After feeding her son soup, Mrs. He left happily.

   "Aguan, are you really not going back to the army?" Huang Xiaolan asked in a low voice.

   "I won't return." He Guan looked at the sunlight outside the window and said with a sigh.

In the entire security regiment of Jiangsu Province, there were more than 2,000 officers and soldiers, and nearly 70% of them were killed in battle. lucky.

  The army is gone, and he can't go back if he wants to go back for the time being.

   "Xiaolan, I need your help with something." He Guan looked at Huang Xiaolan seriously.

   "What's the matter, tell me." Huang Xiaolan asked.

   "A comrade-in-arms with a good relationship died in the country, and he entrusted me to take care of his family." He Guan said, "I only know that his family is in Shanghai, but I don't know the exact address. Go to the newspaper and buy a missing person advertisement."

   "Okay, Aguan, tell me, I'll write it down." Huang Xiaolan nodded, went to find a pen and paper and came back.

"Cousin Guan He is looking for Zhen Shimin, a cloth merchant in Wangpiwo, Hainan City. I miss you so much after I leave Nanjing. My brother is safe. I look forward to seeing my brother!" He Guan looked at Huang Xiaolan's writing and corrected him, "Guan He, the water of the river He, Zhen Shimin, Li Shimin's Shimin, Zhen Baoyu's Zhen in Dream of Red Mansions, yes yes yes."

  After Huang Xiaolan finished writing, she looked at He Guan in surprise, "Why isn't it He Guan, it's Guan He?"

   "My comrade-in-arms who died for the country is called Guan He." He Guan said, "If I say He Guan, no one will know who I am."

   "Why Guan, Guan He, what a coincidence?" Huang Xiaolan muttered.

   "It's just a coincidence." He Guan said with a smirk, "Otherwise, how could we two become good friends, it's all fate."

   "Okay. I see. I'll go to the newspaper office in the afternoon." Huang Xiaolan said.

   "Remember to go to "Declaration Office". This Zhen Shimin likes to read "Declaration." He Guan said, seeing Huang Xiaolan's surprised expression, he hurriedly said, "Guan He told me."

   "Understood." Huang Xiaolan nodded, but she still had doubts in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

   She had a vague guess in her heart that this Zhen Shimin might be the chief of Aguan. It seems that Aguan still wants to return to the army.

  Thinking of this, Huang Xiaolan was both proud and sad.

  …

   Two days later.

   Honolulu Road.

  Wang Jun, who was dressed as a teacher, held a stack of books under his arm. After observing around vigilantly, he knocked on the door of Peng Yuou's house.

  Mother Shao opened the door and saw Wang Jun.

  The two nodded their heads, Wang Jun quickly entered the door, Shao Ma looked outside vigilantly, and closed the door.

  Peng and Ou were having breakfast, when they saw Wang Jun coming, their expressions changed.

   "What happened?" Peng Yuou asked.

   Today is not a day for meeting, Wang Jun came to visit suddenly, he was inevitably a little worried.

  "Secretary Peng." Wang Jun sat down, took out a newspaper from the book in his pocket, and handed it to Peng and Ou, "I saw in the newspaper that there was a connection signal from the comrades in Nanjing."

   As he spoke, he pointed out a missing person advertisement to Peng and Ou.

   "This is the secret signal for the joint meeting agreed between the organization and Comrade Mao Zhipeng in Nanjing." Peng Yuou's expression was shocked, but then he shook his head again, "No, no."

  The missing person advertisement reads, "Cousin Guan He is looking for Zhen Shimin, a cloth merchant in Wangpiwo, Hainan City. I miss you very much after a farewell to Nanjing. My younger brother is fine. I look forward to my elder brother's visit."

  The secret code agreed with Comrade Mao Zhipeng in the organization is his cousin Peng Zhi.

   Comrade Mao Zhipeng’s original organizational relationship was in Shanghai, but later the organizational relationship was transferred to Nanjing. This connection signal was long ago.

  In addition, Comrade Mao Zhipeng is now the deputy head of the Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps, and they have learned the exact news that Comrade Mao Zhipeng has died in the war against Japan.

   "My analysis is that this Guan He is a comrade secretly developed by Comrade Mao Zhipeng, and Comrade Mao Zhipeng informed this Comrade Guan He of the contact code before his death." Wang Jun analyzed.

   "In addition, considering that Comrade Mao Zhipeng died on the front line in Songhu, my guess is that Comrade Guan He should also be an officer or soldier of the security regiment."

"It should be so." Peng and Ou pondered for a moment, "According to the previous intelligence, the Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps suffered heavy casualties on the front line in Songhu, most of them were killed, and the rest of the soldiers were scattered. Therefore, Comrade Guan He should be the same They were broken up and are now living in Shanghai, so they can only find organizations in this way."

   Pausing for a moment, Peng Yuou said cautiously, "Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the spies learned the secret code and deliberately set a trap."

   "Then, in Secretary Peng's opinion?" Wang Jun asked.

   "There is no rush to respond." Peng and Ou said in a deep voice, "I will contact Nanjing personally to confirm the authenticity of Comrade Guan He."

   "Okay." Wang Jun nodded, Peng and Ou's decision was extremely safe, and he had no objections.

  …

  French Concession, Petain District.

  A tea house.

   "Virgin?" Cheng Qianfan exclaimed.

  He received a telegram from the Nanjing headquarters, and some important people from the Nanjing headquarters came to Shanghai to meet him in secret.

  He came here for the meeting according to the agreed time and place, and saw Sheng Shuyu who was in charge of guarding the wind at the door of the private room of the teahouse.

  Cheng Qianfan nodded to Sheng Shuyu, and he speculated in his heart that it was very likely that Qi Wu was there in person.

  However, when he opened the door and came in, he saw Dai Chunfeng drinking tea.

   "Here, sit down." Dai Chunfeng nodded with a smile.

  Cheng Qianfan responded, but did not sit down, but stood up respectfully, and asked eagerly, "Virgin, the situation in Shanghai is deteriorating, and there are many dangers, why did you come in person?"

   "What? Shanghai Bund is my land in China, so I can't come." Dai Chunfeng said in a deep voice.

   "Virgo, I didn't mean that, I was just worried..." Cheng Qianfan said hastily.

   "Hahaha." Dai Chunfeng smiled, "Okay, I know you are worried about my safety, this French Concession is your territory, Inspector Xiao Cheng, with you here, my safety is fine."

   "Swear to defend the office to the death." Cheng Qianfan kicked his feet and saluted.

  Dai Chunfeng nodded approvingly, pressed his hand, "Sit down."

   "Yes!" Cheng Qianfan just sat down, but only sat on half of his buttocks, with his upper body straightened, his hands on his knees, and he sat upright.

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