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Chapter 970 A Cigarette Butt

One day in May 1939, the sun was rising.

There was a faint layer of mist floating inside and outside the mountain city, and the people went out with wooden toilets to dump, but they were surprised to find that the black market personnel who disappeared a few days ago reappeared.

Many housewives who have run out of rice oil at home don't care too much, throwing down the toilet and rushing to the black market sales point, fearing that they will not be able to buy the goods they want, and the streets are suddenly lively.

Amid the turmoil, François Huang picked up his hat at a table by the window on the second floor of a tea house in Chaotianmen, bowed slightly to Zuo Zhong who was sitting in the chief seat, and said respectfully.

"Thank you, Commander Zuo, I will definitely start the sales of medicines in the mountain city as soon as possible, and please rest assured that Huang will definitely pay attention to the identity of the guests and not cause trouble for you and the military commander."

"Well, I hope so."

Zuo Zhong took a sip of tea as he spoke, and waved his hand lazily to indicate that the other party can leave. It's only a small business of a few thousand dollars a month, so he doesn't need to ask too many questions, just collect the money when the time comes.

Seeing this, François Huang retreated knowingly, stepped back to the stairs step by step, turned around and walked down, and happened to collide with a person head-on, the two nodded politely and passed by.

Ling Sanping swaggered to Zuo Chong's table, stretched his head to look at the bustling market outside the window, sat down and leaned on the back of the chair, and asked Zuo Chong a little curiously.

"Why did you suddenly remember to call me for tea? The task of cracking down on the black market is over? When I came, I saw that many black market shops were open. Could it be that Shangfeng has suspended his operations?"

"Well, yes, it's over."

After pouring a cup of tea for the other party, Zuo Zhong pointed outside and said, "People's livelihood matters must not be sloppy, and the black market has only stopped for a few days before, and there have been many violent conflicts in the city caused by looting supplies.

In addition, Xu Enzeng reported to the attendant's room and the second hall of the Military Command, admitting that his previous suggestion was ill-considered, and asked for instructions to suspend the strike operation. Since the perpetrators have all admitted their mistakes, the operation will naturally stop.

The reason why I called you over for tea is that everyone else is busy finishing the task, so what are you doing at Renxin Hospital? How about it? The complete test report of penicillin has come out, so let’s talk about it. "

Sunlight shined on Zuo Zhong's face through the window lattice. He briefly introduced the current situation and asked a question.

Ling Sanping shrugged, and said helplessly: "I know it's not good for you to ask me to come, the experimental report is basically completed, it can be said that the effect is amazing, it has broken the human understanding of bactericidal drugs.

Penicillin is excellent in osteomyelitis, empyema, respiratory infection┴, tracheitis, pneumonia, back carbuncle, cellulitis and trauma infection┴.

In the experiment, 10 of the 7 seriously wounded who were injured on the front line and caused wound inflammation recovered sober on the second day after taking the medicine, and the infection of the other 3 people was also effectively controlled.

In the end, only one of these 10 people died of internal organ failure, and the rest were not in danger of life, and the survival rate reached 1%. In the past, none of them might survive.

Except for a small number of people who have allergic reactions, it can be said to be a perfect medicine. By the way, the little spy of the Central Command who was allergic to high-concentration penicillin powder died two days ago.

In the actual use of penicillin in the future, the allergy testing process must be strictly implemented, otherwise it will easily cause unnecessary casualties, or find ways to improve the purity of the drug. "

"Let's do the test."

Zuo Zhong shook his head, and replied casually: "Improving the purity is the work of American pharmaceutical companies, we have no way to intervene, even if we have the ability to manufacture penicillin, the unit price is also very important.

The number of medicines distributed by millions of troops is astronomical. The lower the unit price, the higher the penetration rate. Testing is nothing more than a waste of time. Shangfeng will not agree to spend more money for purity. "

He rejected Ling Sanping's second suggestion without hesitation, not to mention now, even in future generations, only a few countries can manufacture penicillin without allergic reactions and it is very expensive.

Ling Sanping pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Now that the government doesn't even know how to make penicillin, it's really too early to say this, so I won't bring up this topic anymore.

The two sat in the sun like this, chatting while drinking tea, and when they talked about Xingtou, Zuo Zhong took out the cigarette case and took out a cigarette and handed it over. Ling Sanping took it and squeezed the cigarette holder.

Zuo Zhong glanced at him, smiled and joked: "Doctor Ling, you are not a bad habit, the action of pinching the cigarette holder can easily expose you, it is better to quit in the future.

Although you are not a professional intelligence officer, you are still a member of our military command. If you go to lurk behind enemy lines in the future, Zuo doesn't want to see your name in the newspaper, right? "

Ling Sanping paused for a moment, then waved his hands nonchalantly: "Don't look for me after lurking in this kind of thing. I went to the northeast and almost left my life there. I'd better concentrate on treating the disease."

"Hahaha, you are blaming me."

Zuo Zhong laughed a few times, then the smile disappeared suddenly, and he stared closely at the other party's eyes: "That's not certain, maybe you, Ling Sanping, are the eyeliner of the underground party hiding in the military command."

The second floor of the teahouse suddenly fell silent, and the small secret agents on guard around them were too frightened to breathe. Dissidents are a taboo topic in the fruit party, and they can't even mention it when it comes to death.

Ling Sanping didn't care at all, and gave Zuo Zhong a blank look: "If I were an underground party, I should have poisoned you to death when I was in the Central Hospital, and the dissidents would definitely give me a medal. "

Following these words, Zuo Zhong, who was originally expressionless, suddenly laughed again, leaning back and forth, and finally flicked the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, responding to Ling Ping's joke out of breath.

"Could it be that someone on my left is worth a medal, at least one hundred thousand oceans, okay, okay, no kidding, if we are not cautious in our business, we can't dance on the tip of the knife.

No matter where and what occasion, you must regard yourself as asking yourself behind the enemy, otherwise you will not only harm yourself, but also harm other people, Sanping, just remember this. "

When it comes to 20 oceans, Zuo Zhong is rather proud. This is a reward offered to him by the Japanese, second only to Lao Dai's [-] oceans in the national intelligence system. As for Xu Enzeng, he doesn't have a dime.

The devil is not stupid, he knows exactly what kind of guy Xu Enzeng is. No wonder, there are no members of the military command who voluntarily surrendered after the war, but the number is very small, and the rank is also very low.

The Zhongtong is different. Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun, who stayed in Jinling to carry out latent missions, turned to the enemy one after another. These two not only understand the internal situation of the Zhongtong, but also are very familiar with the Zhongtong spies.

Under their auspices and organization, a large number of Zhongtong secret agents who were greedy for life and fear of death surrendered to the Japanese and became traitors, such as the former captain of the Zhongtong Shanghai Action Brigade, and the former tax inspector of the Zhongtong Ministry of Finance.

Another example is the former director of the Shanghai Special Affairs Office of the Zhongtong, the head of the Shanghai Special Zone, and the director of the Shanghai Party Affairs Investigation Office. Most of the members of the Shanghai Special Zone (Investigation Office) under their management have also become traitors.

Because of this group of people defecting to the enemy and rebelling, the Central Command's spy organization in Shanghai basically disintegrated, and the Central Command's intelligence personnel against the Japanese and puppets instead became tools for the Japanese and puppets.

Moreover, according to the surveillance of the various district stations of the military command, not only Shanghai, but also the leaders of Hankou, Beiping, Jinmen and other places of the Central Command are also hooking up with the devils, and I am afraid that they will also surrender in a short time.

Under such circumstances, the Japanese may know more secrets of the Central Command than Xu Enzeng, and they are not bothered to offer a reward to the other party. With this money, it is better to offer a reward to a few more military commanders in charge of intelligence.

Ling Sanping listened to Zuo Zhong's self-praise, and nodded with a light smile in response. The little secret agents around him also breathed a sigh of relief, slowly let go of the guns on their waists, and continued to listen to the chatting of the two officers.

An hour later, Ling Sanping looked at his watch and got up to say goodbye. Zuo Zhong watched the other party go down the stairs and smiled, then held a teacup to bask in the sun with a faint smile on his face.

He couldn't help flashing through his mind the scene when he just cracked down on the black market a few days ago, in order to avoid being disturbed, he went to Renxin Hospital to hide his leisure, and smoked cigars with Ling Sanping in the office.

Coupled with the crushed cigarette butt in the ashtray in François Huang's home, many details are connected in this way, and some seemingly normal things in the past have another explanation.

When he was on mission at the Liuguo Hotel in Beiping, the operatives were training corners, but Ling Sanping, a smart man who studied abroad, couldn't learn it all the time. The other party was hiding his clumsiness.

Also, just after penicillin was sent to Renxin Hospital, the underground party rented a house near the hospital. Except for the doctors who participated in the experiment, Ling Sanping naturally had the most conditions to leak the secret.

In fact, as early as during Ji Boxian's case, Zuo Zhong suspected that Ling Sanping was one of his own. There were not many people who understood his own way of thinking and were familiar with the conflict between the Central Command and the Military Command.

The experience of people like Wu Chunyang and Gu Qi is clear, only the other party is a half-way monk, the possibility of being an underground party is the most likely, he just found conclusive evidence this time.

There is no mistake in saying that everyone in the world is red. Who would have thought that a doctor with excellent medical skills and a promising future at the Central Hospital would go to the local ┴ to join the party despite his good life.

Sometimes Zuo Zhong was also curious about how many lurking members of the underground party there are in the military command or the central command, it is really impossible to guard against.

Xu Enzeng went to arrest people some time ago and was almost blown up by shells. Some of them must have disclosed the specific action plan to the underground party.

However, this matter is very aggressive, and it is different from Ling Sanping's style. This proves that there must be ghosts in the intelligence system of the Guo Party.

Zuo Zhong doubted whether in the end, he would be the only "loyal minister of the party and state" left in the military command conference room, and the dignified Deputy Director Zuo was finally captured while saying "I'm sorry, I'm an undercover agent".

Or when the military command held a meeting, the directors and deputy directors on the stage said seriously to the spies below: A Guodang spy got mixed up among us!
Such a magical but likely to come true scene, just thinking about it makes people speechless, and what is even more speechless is that this kind of thing does not only happen in the intelligence system, and it is exaggerating to say that the government is a sieve.

As for whether to reveal his identity to the other party, Zuo Zhong never thought about it. Maintaining the status quo is the best choice. Just like what he said before, any omission in the heart of the enemy will harm others and himself.

While he was thinking wildly, Ling Sanping, who had already driven away, turned the steering wheel, looking at the rearview mirror from time to time to see if there was a stalker behind the car, and his face was ashen.

Is it a coincidence to meet the "Pushtack" who just took over the head a few days ago here? Recalling the conversation with Zuo Zhong in the teahouse, he was even more suspicious.

When we met at "Pushpin"'s house, in order to make the connection more natural, I actually smoked a cigar and pinched the end of the cigar. Could it be that Zuo Zhong found something there?
But what does Zuo Zhong mean when he said that you are an inner ghost hiding in the military command? Is it a warning?Is it a test?Thinking about the opponent's cunning, Ling Sanping regretted it and decided to stay the same.

As the director of Renxin Hospital, without solid evidence, even Zuo Zhong couldn't directly arrest him. More importantly, it was the other party's idea for him to join the military command.

Whether public or private, Zuo Zhong will not act rashly, as long as he does not show his flaws, there will be no danger for the time being. Ling Sanping's eyes gradually became firm, and he stepped on the accelerator to accelerate away.

(End of this chapter)