"There are some orders of hearing and knowledge, and there are specialties in arts." Peng Yuou looked at the young comrade and sighed, "Comrade Cheng Qianfan, you taught me a good lesson."
Cheng Qianfan waved his hands repeatedly.
"You don't have to be humble." Peng Yuou said seriously, "For me, such a report is just a normal report, and it is difficult to consider these."
Peng Yuou is a senior leader of the Shanghai Red Party. His strengths lie in management, leadership, and organization of revolutionary work. His policy is to be cautious and reasonable when it comes to lurking work.
Normally, this is already very good.
However, at this moment, after listening to Cheng Qianfan's analysis of this matter, he deeply felt the power of the ace agent's analysis of problems.
At the same time, Peng Yuou realized that we have ace agent like Cheng Qianfan, and the same goes for the enemy. This made him constantly alert himself and be more cautious and vigilant about his future work.
Moreover, Peng and Ou have to admit that Cheng Qianfan just said that although it was just speculation, it was reasonable and well-founded.
He thought carefully and began to agree with Cheng Qianfan's idea:
Comrade Cao Yu wrote this article itself, which is indeed a problem.
It’s not that Comrade Cao Yu has problems, but at least this matter itself is doubtful.
...
"Your analysis makes sense." Peng Yuou nodded, "I will remember this matter in my heart and arrange for someone to investigate."
"It is best to investigate indirectly." Cheng Qianfan said, "In addition, do not stop Comrade Cao Yu's criticism of the police station, just pretend that he did not notice it."
"Do you still suspect that Comrade Cao Yu himself has a problem?" Peng and Ou asked in a deep voice.
"I reserve my doubts until this matter is investigated clearly." Cheng Qianfan said.
Doubt about everything was almost a habit engraved in his bones.
It can even be said that within the Shanghai Red Party, except for Peng Yuou and Shao Ma, two comrades whom he had direct contact, he would not easily believe others unless the organization arranged their contact.
Peng and Ou glanced at Cheng Qianfan and said nothing.
In his position, he must not only identify and investigate within the organization, but also maintain a belief in every comrade before the results are obtained.
But, Comrades ‘Fire’ are different.
It is precisely because of such a skeptical attitude that lurking comrades in the inside can survive.
Cheng Qianfan raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Secretary Peng, it's getting late, and it's time for me to go back."
"Wait a minute." Peng Yuou ordered Wu Ma to take the fruit she made at home and asked Cheng Qianfan to take it with her.
Cheng Qianfan stayed here for about twenty minutes, bringing some things back as evidence that Peng and Ou kept him for tea, and the two had a great conversation.
...
"I'm back." Cheng Qianfan returned to the teacher's home and handed the pot to the maid Wu Ma.
"Why are you bringing something back?" the teacher's wife asked curiously.
"Professor Peng is very enthusiastic and takes me to drink tea. When he comes back, he even brought the cane." Cheng Qianfan smiled and said, "Where is the teacher?"
"It's in the study, you go." The teacher's wife smiled and said, "Don't interfere with our women's talk."
"Master's wife, you have a daughter-in-law and forgot your son." Cheng Qianfan said, and when He Xuelin was trying to hit someone, she went upstairs with a smile.
"Are you back?" Xiu Gushen was practicing calligraphy at the desk, without looking back.
"Well, I'm the first time I've been in contact with a university professor. I thought Professor Peng would be an old master, but I didn't expect to be a very talkative and interesting person." Cheng Qianfan walked up to see Xiu Gushen practicing calligraphy.
"Professor Peng is a talented person." Xiu Gushen said, "just..."
"Just what?" Cheng Qianfan observed carefully and said, "The teacher's handwriting has become more sophisticated. He took it out and said it was written by Mr. Li Shutong himself, and some people believe it."
"It's nothing. These professors and literati can always say something out of place." Xiu Gushen said casually, "As long as you go beyond the line, it's okay. The country still needs the passion of literati."
"Master Hongyi's calligraphy is not the kind of straight and high-end style, it is very quiet and comfortable. His calligraphy is so quiet." Xiu Gushen put down his brush and glanced at Cheng Qianfan, "When you are fine, you can practice it."
"Yes, teacher." Cheng Qianfan nodded and said.
Looking at Cheng Qianfanyan's insincere appearance, Xiu Gushen knocked his head angrily, "You are young and energetic, remember to take quietness as your warning and take precepts as your teacher."
“Yes, yes, yes.”
...
April 5th, Qingming Festival.
Cheng Qianfan took Bai Ruolan and Xiaobao to the cemetery to visit the tombs of his parents.
"Dad, mom." Cheng Qianfan and his wife, Xiaobao knelt down.
"Are you okay there?"
"Is my sister naughty? You're about to look like a little girl."
Cheng Qianfan had a sore nose and his mother Su Zhifu was pregnant when she died. His parents often said they would be a sister during their lifetime. Cheng Qianfan often dreamed that his parents were carrying a beautiful girl and looked at him with a smile.
Wake up and wet the pillowcase with tears.
It's just a dream.
"Ruolan is a good girl, and her son is married now, so you can rest assured."
"Dad, mom, don't worry, I will take good care of Qianfan on your behalf." Bai Ruolan kowtowed with Cheng Qianfan and said softly.
Xiaobao also kowtowed quickly and shouted 'Mom and Dad'.
During the Qingming Festival this year, Cheng Qianfan did not take Xiaobao to the mass grave to worship Ms. Luo Huijuan.
His identity is now more hidden and important, and everything needs to be taken with great care.
Xiaobao is one year older and no longer crying and making noises to find his parents.
However, Bai Ruolan told him that Xiaobao still secretly painted. In the painting, a man and a woman smiled, holding a little Nannan in her hand.
He secretly looked at the painting. Xiaobao had forgotten the appearance of Comrade Zhulin and Ms. Luo Huijuan. The painting was the appearance of her parents she imagined.
The next day, the front page headlines of the Shanghai media enthusiastically reported that representatives of the two parties of the Guohong Party sacrificed the tomb of the Yellow Emperor together.
Just yesterday, the representative of the Red Party, Lin Gong, and the representative of the Kuomintang government, Zhang Ji and people from all walks of life attended the ceremony of worshiping the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.
The two parties that had been fighting for ten years, at the most dangerous moment of the Chinese nation, the descendants of Yan and Huang joined hands to sacrifice to the tomb of the Yellow Emperor.
This is also the first time that senior officials of the two parties have appeared in public together after the Xi'an Incident, sending a strong signal to the outside world.
...
More than a month later.
At the end of May 26, the Shanghai media reported an explosive news.
In order to further understand the situation of the Red Army, the Central Committee of the Kuomintang visited northern Shaanxi.
The inspection team visited the red army stations in Yanzhou, Guandong, and eastern Gansu, and was warmly welcomed by Comrade Xiangwu, Ye Gong and other senior red generals.
This is the first time that important members of the National Party entered the Red Armed Base in a peaceful manner after the 16th year of the Republic of China.
Subsequently, the two parties of Guohong started Lushan talks.
The Shanghai Red Party also received a telegram from the central government to discuss the release of the "zheng-zhi criminal" with the Shanghai Government.
June 1st.
Longhua Prison.
After the unremitting efforts of the Shanghai Red Party, five 'zheng-zhi prisoners' who were in extremely poor health were agreed to be released first.
The skinny Ge Cuimin walked out of the prison gate with the help of her comrades, and she was holding a thin baby tightly in her hand.
"Siming, did you see it?" Ge Cuimin pointed to the clear sky, "That's the sun."
This is the first time in his life that Xie Siming, a young man born in prison and grew up in a humid, dark and bloody prison.
Chapter completed!