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"The waves are rolling and the water is flowing eastward,

Doctor Lu hosted a banquet for the princes and princes.

It was the thirteenth day of the month, and I went to the meeting in person.
Seeing that Guan Gong is riding a smooth sailing boat..."

On the second day after the bombing of the Japanese convoy, in a private room of a bookstore in Shanghai, Sucheng Pingtan was playing melodiously. Zuo Zhong was sitting behind the table listening to the song "Knife Club", tapping his fingers on the table to keep pace.

"Since when did you fall in love with Pingtan?"

While listening, Ban Jun came in from the door and sat next to him and asked. In his memory, the other party was a progressive young man, but he never listened to these "old-fashioned" things.

"It's so easy."

Zuo Zhong didn't look back, and asked softly: "Yesterday our guests left a few dogs, and they've all been dealt with. This matter is of great importance, and no mistakes can be made."

"Only one, cleaned up, the body was thrown into the suburban pool, I did it myself." Ban Jun took a sip from his teacup, and glanced at the furnishings in the private room: "It's safe to talk here, I have a business idea here chat with you."

"Safe, my people are on the left and right."

Zuo Chong blew on the hot air in the teacup, and asked curiously: "Business, isn't our business finished? The machine was destroyed and the finished product was burned. Did you find anything else?"

Ban Jun smiled slightly, and talked about something calmly: "Last night, there was a freighter heading for Southeast Asia. Someone saw Saburo Shinoda on it. Why, are you going to treat him in the same way?"

Gan!
How come there are underground party eyeliner everywhere, Zuo Chong's nose turned out of anger after hearing this, now he kind of understands the feeling of a bald head after more than ten years, with eyes everywhere, and a fart fight.

But what does Lao Ban mean by this sentence? Could it be that the underground party wants to participate in the plan of "copying the yen", which is impossible, and it is absolutely impossible for Baldhead and Lao Dai to agree.

What the government relies on now to restrict the development of the underground party, one is righteousness, using the banner of the only legal government to restrict the opponent to a small area in the northwest.

The second is funds and materials. The war is fought with money and food, as well as weapons and ammunition. At present, the underground party is surrounded by other forces, and it cannot even support war with war.

Originally, this time the two sides cooperated to destroy the Japanese counterfeit banknote factory, the Guo party suffered a lot, released many political prisoners, and allocated a lot of supplies.

Let the underground party have a fixed source of income, that's fine. If you are bald and sleep with one eye open, Zuo Zhong doesn't think he can persuade this persecuted paranoid patient.

After thinking about it, he shook his head slightly: "Old Ban, let's forget about the business, this is a matter of principle, Jinling, oh no, Jiangcheng will not agree, the reason, you should understand.

If you want to blame, you can only blame your party for being too capable of fighting. Millions of troops have returned in vain in the southwest. The leader will naturally regard you as a confidant, and you don't have to say it anymore. This is not up to me. "

This matter could easily lead to fire, Zuo Zhong felt that he could not get involved, and he still had to save his useful body to continue contributing to the cause of the party-state.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Ban Jun was not only not angry, but laughed: "I said, I'm doing business with you, not the Guo Party, of course I know what the leader is thinking about.

But you have to spend your yen when it is printed. I have a lot of gold bars, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, which can be exchanged with you at the ratio of real banknotes. This is no problem. "

As he spoke, he was afraid that Zuo Zhong would misunderstand, and added: "This is my personal behavior and has nothing to do with other people. If you agree, I will find a middleman to be in charge of contacting. You and I don't need to meet."

Ugh?
It would be nice to do so.

Zuo Chong's eyes lit up, so it's not a cooperation between the two parties, it's just a simple business, is it a crime to do business in the government, then there must be no.

If anyone dares to have objections, the country ~ uncle and other four ~ big families will have a heart-to-heart talk with that person. It is human nature for everyone to work hard for the party and country to make some money.

By the way, I heard that Minister Song likes appreciating calligraphy and painting very much, and his own regular script is quite good. If the matter is done through this way, the other party should be very satisfied.

In this way, the underground... the old class can get precious funds, Minister Song can satisfy his little hobbies, and he can spend his holiday dollars. It's a win-win!
"Deng...deng..."

The heavy left finger tapped the desktop faster and faster, and finally stopped suddenly and raised his head: "I like doing business the most, money, who doesn't like it, and of course I am no exception.

It’s just that your identity is a little sensitive, how about this, I will report to the boss, how to exchange and how much to exchange is decided by Shangfeng, don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to make this happen. "

It must be done, what is the most severe wind - the pillow wind, the bald lady said a good word about him in front of the bald head, and it was worth a hundred words from others.

Throughout the history of the Guo Party, it is better to hang out with his wife than anyone else. Even if Minister Song didn't go to Xiaoliuqiu later, the Song family is still a first-class nobleman, and this thigh must be hugged tightly.

Hearing Zuo Zhong's words, Ban Jun secretly heaved a sigh of relief, then bypassed the topic and asked about the other party's next arrangement.

Ordinarily, Zuo Zhong didn't need to answer this kind of question, and he couldn't answer it, but he still said it. After all, the underground party and the fruit party are "partners".

"The counterfeit money issue is over, and I plan to leave for Jiangcheng and Shancheng in the near future. The Japanese have been preparing for this war for decades, and they have planted a lot of nails in the two places. It's time to pull them out."

Zuo Zhong put the teacup to his lips, and said with murderous intent: "You are well informed, you should know that since the war in Songhu, the Japanese planes have been attacking Jiangcheng, and the Guo army has suffered heavy losses.

The other party seemed to be very familiar with our air defense system. Every time they bombed, they just avoided the ground air defense forces. Even if they had to enter the air defense firepower network, they would operate outside the furthest range of the anti-aircraft guns. "

"There are traitors!"

Squad Army immediately reacted and clenched his fists. The reason why the war between China and Japan has come to this point is because of those traitors who recognize their thieves as their fathers.

Either to save their lives, or to betray their country and seek glory for prosperity and wealth, they led the way for the Japanese army, helped the Japanese army search for food and grass, betrayed patriots, and did all kinds of bad things.

Not only that, those traitors hiding in the government also actively cooperated with the Japanese army's military operations, scouting for news and entrapping the anti-Japanese soldiers.

Ban Jun raised his teacup with both hands, and said solemnly: "I will replace wine with tea. I wish you a smooth trip. Catch more ethnic scum and spies, and avenge the dead compatriots in Jinling. I will wait for news of your victory in Shanghai. Dry."

"Dry."

Zuo Zhong showed a smile, picked up the cup and touched him: "I also wish you all the best, brother, the most important thing is safety, this time the Japanese have suffered such a big loss, this matter will not just go away like this.

If I'm not wrong, these bastards will definitely strengthen their control over Shanghai, and your party's intelligence personnel should still focus on lurking, and wait until the limelight is over before moving around.

Even if the beliefs are different and each is their own master, I still hope that after the Japanese are driven away, you and I will have a chance to have a good drink, even if it is a dead wine or a farewell wine, I will give you a ride. "

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the tea, strode out of the private room, before stepping out of the room, Zuo Zhong suddenly stopped and turned around to persuade him.

"Old Ban, as an old friend from the past, I would like to advise you, turn your back on the shore, you still have time to turn your back on the dark and turn to the bright, and when the day comes, Zuo will never show mercy!"

Ban Jun listened to the Pingtan, and waved his hands with a calm expression, while the players on the stage plucked the strings and hummed in rhythm.

"The first cup is to respect the sky first,

The second cup is brought to the land reward.

The third cup of Yanyue Dragon Sword Drink,
I'm afraid that the arsenic poison in the wine will go down my throat. "

…………

"Hmph, I don't know how to flatter you."

Zuo Zhong snorted coldly, and left the school angrily and got into the car. Song Minghao closed the car door for him and sat down on the other side. A puff of thick smoke came out from the rear of the car and drove away quickly.

In the rickety carriage, the old fritters whispered quietly~mi glanced at the angry boss, and asked cautiously: "Deputy director, do you want to send someone to follow one, and find a chance to give him~"

He made a downward cut gesture, that fat face was extremely gloomy, and it was a standard villain's face in film and television dramas.

"Forget it, different ways don't conspire with each other."

Zuo Zhong, who had finished acting, was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he picked up a newspaper and read it, and asked by the way.

"Have Chunyang and the others boarded the ship?"

"Boarding the ship, deputy director, what did you send him to the port city for?"

Song Minghao blinked suspiciously. Hong Kong City is a British colony, and nothing major has happened. It would be a waste to send an intelligence expert like Wu Chunyang there.

"What else can I do, of course, wipe the ass of some people, lest the Japanese create another counterfeit banknote factory."

Mentioning this matter, Zuo Zhong became furious. On the engravings of the French coins they confiscated, the words "British Locust House Mint" were clearly printed. It is self-evident where the Japanese got them.

In order to save trouble and shipping costs, John Bull placed legal currency printing factories in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia. If the devils can get it once, they can get it a second time. This channel must be completely destroyed.

Wu Chunyang is proficient in intelligence technology, he is cautious, thoughtful, and has the ability to be independent. Naturally, it is easy to bomb a few low-defense factories.

With the capabilities of the British garrison and the colonial police, as long as the operatives were not entangled by large forces, their lives would not be in danger, and they could swim to Guangdong Province in a few minutes by jumping into the boundary river.

Song Minghao rolled his eyes, and quickly acted as if he had suddenly realized it. It seemed that he had already grasped the mystery of the three tastes of officialdom, and he was even better at being an official.

Zuo Zhong looked at the Huangpu River flowing outside the window and fell into thought. At this time, "someone" should accompany the target back to Shanghai.

With this pawn, in future intelligence operations, the National Government and the Secret Service will have a slight advantage. This matter is very important and very dangerous.

But there is no turning back arrow when opening the bow. Since the pawn crosses the river, he can go left, right, and forward, but he cannot retreat, because if he retreats, he will die.

In case the Japanese find out unfortunately, I just hope that the other party will not resent him, Zuo Zhong sighed secretly, and slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, a wharf a few kilometers away was crowded with people.

Countless members of the Cao Gang in black satin suits and several Japanese military officers were welcoming a steamer bound for Shanghai from Jinling.

When the ship slowly docked, Ji Yunqing, the traitor captured by Zuo Chong, suddenly appeared on the gangway and waved to the ship, and the rabble on the shore applauded.

In the midst of the noise, there was a man standing behind him, with his right hand resting on the Zilai pistol at his waist, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes, his face full of vigilance.