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Chapter 313 Dumplings
The vicious appearance of the other party really scared the young man. Since he came to Jinling from the northeast, he has been living in fear, otherwise he would not have traveled across the entire Jinling just to buy a bag of noodles.

After all, the span from an overseas student returning from studying abroad to a spy in the Special Affairs Division of the Police Department is too big. If it wasn't for the request of his family, he really wanted to go back to Europe and live a simple life.

"Ugh."

Holding the dough bag, the young man walked out of the station with an unhappy face, found a rickshaw at random and got in it: "Go to No. 23 Qijiaqiao, hurry up."

The coachman didn't say a word, he picked up the car and ran away. He was used to running around, so he naturally knew where Qijiaqiao was.

There are not only new-style residences, but also many villas with styles from various countries. The guests who go there are always generous, except for the car fare that should be given, there will be a lot of rewards.

With a smile on his face, the coachman pulled the car fast and steadily, turned from the third archway to Zhongshan Road, and soon entered a small exotic street.

The walls on both sides were covered with green vines, residents with different skin types came in and out, and there were a few red-headed men patrolling the street corners with batons.

The coachman narrowed his eyes and slowed down. These Ah Sans are very bad, and they like to touch porcelain the most. If they blackmail him, his day will be for nothing.

"Number 21, 22, 23."

The coachman counted the house numbers on the wall in a low voice, and finally stopped in front of a three-story French villa: "Mr. is here, the total is fifty cents, please get off the car and pay attention."

The young man generously threw down one yuan, and got out of the car under the thanks of the coachman. He opened the courtyard door with his bag of noodles and prepared to go in, but there was a shout behind him.

"Mr. Ye, you are back."

In the yard next door stood a beautiful woman, wearing a fashionable new cheongsam, holding flower scissors in her hand, and greeted the young man with a smile.

The young man's eyes lit up, he put down the flour bag, and walked to the courtyard wall: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Vanessa, has your husband gone to Shanghai to deal with business?"

The Mrs. Vanessa he was talking about smiled sweetly: "Yes, there are some problems with the business in Shanghai, you know, because of the Japanese warship.

But where did you go? With such an old-fashioned bag, did our big engineer secretly go to the dock to work part-time? It’s really curious. "

When speaking of the word "us", Vanessa spoke softly, and secretly glanced at the young man, her thick eyelashes fluttering up and down, and her eyes were full of water.

“Went to buy some rice noodle”

The young man wiped his hair, and changed the topic with a flushed face: "Yes, when the Japanese warship came, the stock market in Shanghai plummeted immediately, and many people lost their money. Are you okay, sir?"

"do not know."

Vanessa gave him a blank look, and said lazily, "That's his business. In his eyes, I'm not as important as a dancer from Shanghai Paramount. He always comes and leaves whenever he wants. "

"Well, I'll be leaving first." The young man couldn't answer the words, so he fled amidst Vanessa's wanton laughter, grabbed the dough bag and ran into the villa, then lay heavily on the sofa.

The moral education he had received since he was a child did not allow him to have unreasonable thoughts about Mrs. Vanessa, but she was so charming that he couldn't extricate himself from it.

After a long time, he said to himself dejectedly: "Ye Jinzhong, Ye Jinzhong, it's a pity that you have stayed in school, how can you think of such a thing, despicable!"

After scolding himself, Ye Jinzhong walked into his room again, still unrepentant, took out a notebook from the back of the drawer, unscrewed the pen and began to write on it.

1934, October.

"I saw Yan again today, and my heart was moved. I can't even overcome this little desire. Am I still a human being? Then what is the difference between me, Ye Jinzhong, and a dog?"

After finishing writing, his complexion looked better, and he felt that his spirit had gained some resonance, so he turned the book back to the first page and read it carefully.

"Today, my father told me that I will replace my elder brother to go to the Imperial Police Agency as a secret spy. Why is it too urgent and uncomfortable to be in trouble with each other from the same roots?"

"X Feiyuan is really a bastard raised by a dog mother. I am the son of the vice minister of the Ministry of Culture and Education of the dignified empire. He actually wants me to act like a slut and drink blood. I hate it!"

"Everyone in the Eastern X Army has evil intentions and pretends to support our banner people to restore the country, but in fact it is to establish a puppet country. Why is Your Majesty willing to be the emperor? It's a pity!"

Ye Jinzhong flipped through the diary page by page, and his mood turned bad again, especially when he saw that he was forced to come to Jinling, his face was flushed with anger.

Damn Japanese.

He knew that it was very dangerous for him and others to lurk in Jinling. The Kwantung Army was unwilling to sacrifice Japanese intelligence personnel, so he sent them here as scapegoats.

On the surface, they did receive the so-called training, but even a fool knew that a qualified spy could not be trained in a few months.

Moreover, the intelligence agencies of the national government were not vegetarians. They were fine when they first arrived in Jinling, but Japanese were arrested almost every few months in the past two years.

Afterwards, he was publicly shot, and he even went to see them secretly. Without exception, the other party was tortured to the point where he was not like a human being, nor a ghost like a ghost, and he couldn't even beg for mercy.

Ye Jinzhong had self-knowledge that those Japanese who died must be more professional than him, and they would inevitably die in the end. He, a half-spy, was even more dangerous.

So work is the real thing. Thinking of this, he cheered up, and according to the instructions of the Japanese, he found a job in a power plant with a European university degree.

The monthly salary is three hundred yuan.

The treatment was very generous, including this villa where he lived for free. As far as he knew, the other members of the team did a very good job of covering up.

It's really ironic, they are all foreign students, and their talents can't find a suitable position in the Northeast, but they have a place to use in Jinling.

Normally, you only need to meet with the so-called downlines and pass some fragmentary information to the Northeast. This kind of lurking life is not too difficult.

It would be great if it continued like this, Ye Jinzhong sighed, but unfortunately the Japanese are not philanthropic, and they have a dangerous task right now.

"Crack, bastard!
Ye Jinzhong smashed the table, and the Japanese actually wanted to sabotage the auditorium of the national government.

Unable to get close, what did he use to destroy it? When he took a small train earlier, he took a look at the outer wall of the Nationalist Government. It was not high but there was barbed wire on the top, and there were guards with live ammunition around it.

In this case, unless they choose to use human lives to pile up, some people attract firepower, and the other part takes the opportunity to destroy, otherwise, with their team's mobility, they will not be able to complete this task at all.

"Batulu, hehe."

Ye Jinzhong sneered, the Japanese had no good intentions in giving their group such a name, none of the former military generals who won this title in history had good results.

The team I lead is probably the biggest role as cannon fodder. What great things can be done with a group of engineers, staff and artists, the only one offline is the navy.

He couldn't let the opponent shoot the national government with naval guns. Ye Jinzhong became more and more depressed as he thought about it, thinking about how to deal with the Japanese.

Malingering?No, it's too much.

Including him, the members of the Batulu team had an average of three fevers, and countless wind chills. The Japanese saw that their parents didn't pursue their face, so they couldn't treat them as fools.

Insufficient funds?It doesn't seem to work either.

The funds given to them by the Kwantung Army were enough to buy a large number of dangerous goods or guns, but most of the money was withheld in Changchun. When they arrived in Jinling, it was probably only enough to buy two firecrackers.

Ye Jinzhong put his head in his hands and racked his brains to think of excuses for procrastination, but several of them were inappropriate. Just when he was at the end of his rope, he accidentally saw the radio on the table.

What if the Japanese can't contact themselves?

If the Japanese cannot contact them, there are two ways to deal with them. One is to treat them as having been arrested and cut off contact on their own initiative.The second is to send people to Jinling to re-connect the contact, but this will take time to operate.

All he wants is to delay time!Ye Jinzhong's eyes lit up, and he looked up at the attic. There was their radio station there. As long as they broke this thing, they would be able to enjoy themselves for at least another month.

As for how to destroy it, it is not difficult for him as an engineer. Just make a short circuit and burn the electronic tube of the radio station. Even if the Japanese check it, they will not see anything. This is his specialty.

Just do it.

Ye Jinzhong got up and closed the curtains, ran into the attic with a few steps, took out the secret radio station in the secret room, found two more wires, went back to the room, squatted by the electric door and worked for a long time.

It didn't work for a few minutes, and the electron tubes that were originally intact all turned black, obviously they couldn't be used anymore, Ye Jinzhong showed a smug smile on his face, he could finally be clean now.

In the end, he carefully put the two wires into his trouser pockets, and threw the crime tools away when he was about to go out. At this time, he recovered the quality that an intelligence officer should have.

"Haha."

Ye Jinzhong happily put the bad radio station back into the secret room, clapped his hands, and decided to treat himself well at night, wondering how much of the pastry sticking skills he learned from Na Na when he was a child.

Thinking about it, the smile on his face gradually faded away. The family should be preparing for the King of Insects Festival. It must be very lively. In Jinling, he can only rely on the food from his hometown to comfort his homesickness.

"Ugh."

Ye Jinzhong opened the curtains and looked towards the northeast. At this time, the stars were hanging high in the sky, just like the stars on the vast northeast land.

"Mr. Ye, come and eat dumplings?"

Suddenly, a sweet cry interrupted his thoughts. Ye Jinzhong heard the sound and saw that Mrs. Vanessa was standing in front of the window waving to him, looking more and more charming under the light.

"this."

"Come on, I just wrapped it."

Ye Jinzhong didn't say the words of refusal, but the jade-like beauty spoke again, which is more important, sticky buns or dumplings?He swallowed, maybe he can miss his hometown later?

Anyway, he has been thinking about it for a few years, and it's not too late, and as the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. After all, he couldn't resist the temptation of the hot dumplings, and replied with a trembling voice.

"Okay, okay, here I come."

In the distance, in a black car, Zuo Zhong frowned. Is this guy really an intelligence officer?Then it was quickly relieved that Xu Enzeng was not also an intelligence officer, but this was the same thing.

(End of this chapter)