The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 2 Stay

The family downstairs had moved to the concession a long time ago, and the yard patio was just big enough for a motorcycle to drive in.

Cheng Mo works in the famous Sihang Warehouse. He has visited it before and is quite familiar with it. The straight line from where he lives now is less than 500 meters.

Go downstairs and walk through an alleyway of more than fifty meters to reach XZ North Road.

The war is about to begin.

The streets that were supposed to be lively and bustling are now in a state of depression. All that can be seen are sandbag camps and barbed wire fences. Most of the shops are closed.

Except for the soldiers with live ammunition, almost no ordinary people could be seen. Some of them were walking in a hurry with their heads lowered.

Both sides are actively preparing for war. In fact, secret construction of various fortifications and anti-gun bunkers has begun long ago, some even a year in advance.

Calculating time, there are less than five days left before the war breaks out. In fact, sporadic conflicts have begun before then. The two sides are at war with each other, and the strong smell of gunpowder can be smelled in the air.

The weather was very muggy.

The weather forecast said there would be rain, but it was hard to say when the rain would fall.

After ten minutes of walking, Cheng Mo was sweating profusely. He was sure that his new body was not bad, he was young, he was not weak, and he still had a lot of room for improvement.

The tram bound for Zhabei has stopped a long time ago. He used to be able to take the tram to work.

The Sihang Savings Joint Business Office has also been closed to the public for a long time. All businesses are gradually moving to the concession, and it is said that they will continue to move westward.

Where to go in the end, the superiors will not tell a small person like him.

Go in through the side door.

Coming to the savings hall, the first thing you see is a mess, with chairs lying on the ground, empty savings compartments scattered around, and office supplies that have not been taken away, as if they were looted by bandits...

There was a loud quarrel on the second floor. Judging from the sound, it should be Xu Jianmin, the head of the sales section where he worked, and the old cashier.

After listening carefully, they found out that what they were arguing about was a discrepancy of funds. The section chief had embezzled public funds and was discovered by the cashier, Old Dong. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to smooth out the account. With the chaos of the war, some things were unclear. It has become a bad debt. Who will investigate the ins and outs of these bad debts? The old director seems to be a bit agitated. He is also afraid that he will be found out later and be held responsible, so he insists on writing it on the report...

Lao Dong is also one of the people left behind this time. He is a cashier and the money in the bank is not his, so he is very determined.

Xu Jianmin rushed out of the office angrily. Old Dong grabbed him from behind, and the two started fighting on the second floor.

Cheng Mo decided not to meddle in other people's business. It had nothing to do with him anyway. He was in the custody class and couldn't control other people's cashier class.

This place will probably be under military control soon, and it will also serve as the Chinese combat command center for the war. As left-behind personnel, if you want to be safe, you have to stay here.

When the war started, this place was originally a warehouse, made of steel and concrete, and was built extremely solidly. A large amount of supplies and food had been secretly stored there, and there were underground bunkers. It was the safest place. He decided to move his family here first.

Crossing the Suzhou River from here is the public concession on the other side. When the time comes, you can change your mind and leave immediately if you want to.

He couldn't guarantee whether he would become the coward and coward he hated.

More people came over one after another, and he was not the only one who was forced to stay behind. All four lines of work had made arrangements. After all, there were still a lot of mortgaged items in the warehouse that had not been transported. Basically, there was no way to transport these goods. If they were lost, No one is watching here, and I don’t feel safe.

"Cheng Mo, have you eaten? Ara brought scallion pancakes today. Mom made them by herself..." Cheng Mo turned around and saw a short man wearing glasses, with shoulder-length short hair, wearing a basketball plaid. A gentle and quiet little girl in a cheongsam, holding a piece of scallion pancake in her hand, I searched my memory and found that this little girl's name is Zhang Lin, a local, and her home is in Zhabei.

Zhang Lin graduated from a financial school. After graduation, she worked as a depository clerk at Jincheng Bank, one of the four banks.

Cheng Mo's organizational relationship is at the Salt Bank. Although they don't belong to the same bank, they work in the same joint business office.

He came back from studying in Japan, so his starting point was naturally much higher. He was transferred from the general manager's secretariat to work in a front-line department. He was obviously targeted for training.

It's a pity that in this current situation, no matter how good the future is, survival must come first. What's more, the people above are already thinking about escaping for their lives, so how can they care about him?

The little girl was pretty, but had a relatively introverted personality. In the memory of the original owner, the little girl had a good impression of him.

But this was the first time he took such initiative. Cheng Mo was a little touched. After all, after so many years of living, this was the first time a girl took the initiative.

Fat nerds have no right to love.

It's a pity that at this time, how can you still think about love?
  But he couldn't refuse someone's kindness. Besides, he was really hungry. He didn't see anyone selling breakfast along the way. “Thank you.” Cheng Mo took the scallion pancake from Zhang Lin’s hand.

"Cheng Mo, I heard that you were chosen to stay behind?" Looking at Cheng Mo who was devouring his food, the little girl asked somewhat depressedly.

"Well, how are you?"

"I will move to the French Concession with my parents tomorrow, otherwise you..." Zhang Lin lowered her head and said in a voice like a mosquito.

"Well, it's okay to leave. Sooner or later this place will turn into a battlefield. It's a good thing to leave." Cheng Mo quickly finished a piece of scallion pancake and seemed to be a little unfinished. Zhang Lin handed over the piece in his hand.

"Won't you eat?"

"I still have something in my bag..." Zhang Lin hesitated and said with a guilty conscience.

Cheng Mo hasn't reached out to pick it up yet.

"Cheng Mo, the left-behind staff are having a meeting..." Old Dong covered his face and shouted with a crooked mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered a loss in the confrontation with the section chief.

"Cheng Mo, will we meet again?" Zhang Lin summoned up the courage to ask.

Cheng Mo didn't look back, he just raised his hand and waved it back. He didn't know if he could survive, so it was better not to give him any hope.

The little girl Zhang Lin burst into tears.

The beautiful flower of love has withered before it blooms.

There are still many people left behind, and the conference room in Nuoda is still full, with twenty or thirty people. The person in charge of presiding over the meeting is a manager from the Zhabei Branch of the Bank of Communications. His face is a bit unfamiliar, but for Cheng Mo, at a glance , there are not many familiar faces.

He has only been here for more than a month, how many people can he know?

"Xiao Mo, this way." When he heard someone calling him, he followed the sound and saw that he was a man in his thirties, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, suit trousers, and his hair was meticulously combed. He looked like a decent man at first glance. .

The supervisor of the first warehouse of the Salt Bank's custody department and his immediate boss, Song Qingren.

As far as he knew, Song Qingren's family had already found a way out for him, so he couldn't be on the list of people left behind. Why did he come to the meeting?

"Director Song."

"Call Brother Song." Song Qingren warmly pulled Cheng Mo to sit next to him, and then handed a key from his hand, "Xiao Mo, this is the key to our warehouse. Now I will give it to you for safekeeping. There are a lot of good things inside, and they have all been registered, so you have to be careful and don’t guard them and steal them.”

"Brother Song, leave such an important matter to me alone?" Cheng Mo wanted to curse, do you think I'm stupid? How dangerous is it to stay?

"Brother Song believes in you. Among the young people in the custody class, your ability is unparalleled. This time you stay behind because the higher-ups are interested in your courage and sense of responsibility. When the crisis is over, your position will be It's yours." Song Qingren patted the back of Cheng Mo's hand and promised.

It's such a big piece of cake, definitely bigger than what Zhang Lin gave herself.

If you want me to stay and die, just make a promise that I don't know if I can keep it, how can I fool the devil?
  "Brother Song, if there is a critical moment, in order to save myself, do I have the right to use the items in the warehouse?" Cheng Mo looked up at Song Qingren and asked.

"of course can."

"I want written authorization from above, can you give it?"

"I'm afraid this won't work now. The concessions and Nanjing have been removed from above. Where can I get you the written authorization you want?" Song Qingren was puzzled.

Cheng Mo stopped talking. Although he knew that Song Qingren had no good intentions, at this time, people would be punished if they didn't do it for themselves. It would not help if he criticized the other party harshly.

After all, he could have left, but he took the initiative to stay. I really don’t know what was wrong with the original person’s head.

Maybe it's that kind of ideal that doesn't care about one's own life.

young.

The blood is still hot.

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