My Spy Years

   Chapter 1 Qianfan

  1936, Shanghai, early spring.

   Spring is cold.

  Cheng Qianfan opened the window and glanced out the window. The sky was so gloomy that it seemed that water was about to drip.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he was observing the entrance of the alley. There were people coming and going, and there was nothing unusual.

   Liu Ada, who sells wontons, can be heard arguing with Aunt Ma again.

  Aunt Ma is always taking advantage of it, and she always has various excuses. The filling of wontons is too small, the taste is too bland, and the skin is thin and thick.

   Whenever Liu Ada had to give away an extra bowl of wonton soup, Aunt Ma would leave triumphantly, without forgetting to say "too little shrimp skin".

  Liu Ada often says that he won’t sell it to you next time.

  Cheng Qianfan took off his patrol uniform and began to change.

  The thick sweater with a deep V-neck was worn on him, elongating the line of his upper body.

  The knitted sweater jacket is layered on the outside, which immediately gives the overall shape a sense of hierarchy.

   This is a very common attire for cultural people, which makes Cheng Qianfan's body more bookish, like a student in a university, or a young teacher in a school.

   Today is the day for the routine joint meeting agreed with Lao Liao.

   Whenever this time, Cheng Qianfan is fiery from the inside out.

  He believes that every underground worker feels this way when connecting with his comrades.

  Underground workers are lonely, and their working environment is complex and dangerous.

  Be vigilant at all times, fight wits and courage with the enemy and the surrounding environment, and make no mistakes.

  The happiest moment is meeting comrades, chatting, talking about work, and imagining the beautiful tomorrow of the motherland in everyone's mind.

  Even if they don’t touch or even speak during the meeting, just a look is the greatest encouragement to each other.

  We are not fighting alone, we have comrades.

Cheng Qianfan thought of chatting with Lao Liao once, and Lao Liao gestured and said that his happiest (hopeful) thing was that at the end of the year, he would bask in the sun in the yard of his ancestral home, smoke a bag of cigarettes, and shout, (outside) grandson (outside) ) granddaughters surrounded him, grandparents making noise about him, that was really flattering.

  Cheng Qianfan was silent and did not speak.

  Old Liao is from the Northeast.

  The whole family participated in the Anti-League.

   There was a wife, three sons, and two daughters, all of whom died.

  The old man is alone now.

  The old man felt bitter and hated.

  National hatred and family hatred.

  …

   Half an hour later.

  Cheng Qianfan was waiting for the tram on Fada Avenue.

  He carried a bottle of sorghum wine in his hand.

  Fadian Road 2 runs from Shiliupu to Xujiahui, passing through downtown areas such as Fada Avenue and Jinfu Road, and is the most important traffic line in the French Concession.

  Cheng Qianfan wanted to get off at Xiafei Road.

  Old Liao was waiting for him at the site.

  Cheng Qianfan got off the tram at that time, Lao Liao pretended to get on the car, and the two of them would have a contact at this time, to complete the transfer of information or items covertly and quickly.

  The tram is crowded and there are many passengers waiting. It is generally difficult for the elderly and the weak to squeeze into the train.

  Shanghai posters once used an exaggerated title to describe the difficulty of taking a tram: "The crowded tram that charged into battle".

  "Brave passengers jumped into the compartment through the window or the front and rear of the car without waiting for the iron door to be opened.

  Wait until you enter through the gate, the compartment is already full of people, packed like sardines and you can't breathe.

  A group of old and weak soldiers were left under the station, and they put their hopes on the next train.

   Those who are impatient can only hire a tricycle or rickshaw at a high price, or work **** the soles of their feet. "

  So, Lao Liao is old, he will pretend that he can't get on the tram.

   That makes sense.

  Rationality is the first thing an underground worker should consider. This is what comrade 'Zhulin' told Cheng Qianfan to always keep in mind.

   Then, if Lao Liao chooses to wait for the next tram at the same place, it means that everything is normal, and there is no urgent notification from the superior, and everything will continue as usual.

  If Lao Liao acted like he couldn't wait for the tram and chose to walk away, it meant that the matter was urgent and the two needed to find a chance to meet immediately.

   Unless Lao Liao or Cheng Qianfan were exposed and someone kept staring at them, otherwise, this way of contact would not attract the attention of others.

   Tram is a carrier, a good cover tool.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan managed to squeeze into the car.

   He saw Li Hao at first sight.

  Li Hao is the conductor of French Electricity No. 2 Road. He is wearing a yellow twill uniform, and a white cloth bag for ticket money is slung over his shoulder.

  Clutching the ticket folder tightly in his hand, he stared at the passengers getting on and off like a torch, and shouted, "Buy the tickets for the passengers on board!"

  Cheng Qianfan didn't speak, met Li Hao's eyes, and paid for the ticket.

  Li Hao shook his head indifferently towards Cheng Qianfan, which meant that no one was following him.

  As a tram conductor, I have a good position. I have developed a pair of piercing eyes, and I can see all the men, women and children on the train in my eyes and keep it in my heart.

  While looking out of the corner of his eye to see if there was anything unusual behind Cheng Qianfan who was walking inside, he raised his voice and shouted at a long-faced passenger, "Nong bought a four-cent foreign ticket, and at most he can get to Father Jin!"

  …

  Lao Liao was wearing an old thin padded jacket. Instead of squeezing in the crowd, he stood by the corner, holding a bottle of rice wine in his hand.

   This location is good, with a good view and easy observation.

  Old Liao glanced at the rice wine and sighed.

  Today is the anniversary of the death of the wife and the youngest. These **** are good at wine, and the two daughters can also drink a couple of sips.

  Especially the youngest, he likes homemade sorghum wine the most.

  I didn't buy sorghum wine, and I don't know if the youngest will be awkward.

  Old Liao's nose was sour, as if he saw the scene where the youngest fired a grenade and disappeared with the Devil Soushan team.

   That was the youngest he loved the most, he just disappeared, and went to find his brothers and sisters.

  …

  It was tens of meters away, on the second floor of a private house on the street.

   "Team leader, I'm going downstairs to buy cigarettes." Ding Naifei asked for instructions, and said that there were several cigarette butts under his feet, and there were no cigarettes, and he was addicted to cigarettes.

  Wang Kangnian waved his hand.

   "The old man seems to be distracted." Wang Kangnian put down the binoculars and thought for a moment, "What is he thinking?"

  Wang Kangnian is the leader of the third group of the Shanghai Special Economic Zone Action Unit of the Party Affairs Investigation Department of the Central Committee.

  This person especially likes to think about these small details. Wang Kangnian believes that the emotions and expressions that people reveal unconsciously can sometimes reveal important information subconsciously.

  Ding Naifei who went downstairs to buy cigarettes came back.

   "Old Ding, take a look." Then, he handed the binoculars to his deputy, Ding Naifei.

  Ding Naifei opened the cigarette, biting a cigarette himself, and handed one to the team leader.

At the same time, he picked up the binoculars, glanced at them casually, and said while biting a cigarette, "Leader, I just do rough work. You asked me to shoot this old man to pieces. I'm good at it. What can I do with my brain?" OK."

   "You, you have to learn to use your brain, fight and kill those who can't get on the stage." Wang Kangnian cursed with a smile.

   "I'll just follow behind the team leader." Ding Naifei was not angry, lit the cigarette, and took a puff happily.

   "Does this old man drink alcohol?" Wang Kangnian picked up the binoculars and looked carefully. When he saw the old man looking down at the wine bottle he was carrying several times, he asked suddenly. This detail caught his attention and interest.

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