"The head of the Zhabei patrol in the public concession is hard!" Peng Yuou said, "I heard that you have a close relationship with this person."
"Just a friendship on the scene." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. His friendship with Fei Li seemed to be incompatible, but in fact he was intrigue. If he had a difficult day, Fei Li would definitely be one of the first to jump out and step on it.
Most importantly, when Peng and Ou learned from him that he was trying hard to interfere, Cheng Qianfan also confirmed his long-standing concerns:
As far as he knew, neither the French Concession nor the British and American Public Concessions had restricted the temporary evacuation of factories in the Chinese Concession to the concession area. Obviously, this was a laborious personal act.
Fei Li is no longer satisfied with cooperating with the Japanese on the matter of the Ekou Ranger. He can now be said to have completely defected to the Japanese and actively offered suggestions for the Japanese. He can be called a hardcore traitor.
In fact, Cheng Qianfan has limited methods to deal with this person with Eguchi Hideya, and even with Hitotaro Imamura, because he has been working hard on the Internet.
Cheng Qianfan had expected this situation before and was not too worried, because he originally planned to eliminate the Jiangkou Rangers while also trying hard to solve it.
However, the emergency situation Peng and Ou are now mentioned is completely out of plan.
Now that I have to do it hard, I will obviously be alarmed.
If you don’t work hard, this person will now focus on doing things for the Japanese, and this batch of machines and supplies will be stuck in the labor-intensive jurisdiction.
"We must find a way to help these machines and supplies evacuate from Shanghai as soon as possible." Peng Yuou said with a serious expression, "Now, every machine and every technical worker represent a trace of our vitality towards the Japanese War of Resistance!"
At present, China's industrial development is not only very backward, but also has very unreasonable layout. It is mainly concentrated in coastal cities, and some inland provinces have almost no modern factories.
Just at the beginning of this year, according to statistics from the Ministry of Industry of the National Government, there were 3,849 registered factories nationwide, and more than 3,300 were concentrated in coastal areas, of which Shanghai accounted for 1,279.
Industry is so concentrated in coastal areas that once war damage is encountered, it will bring a devastating blow to China's industry.
As Peng Yuou said, these modern factories and workers are the blood of the nation and the vitality of the War of Resistance!
"I understand." Cheng Qianfan took out the cigarette box, handed one to Peng and Ou, then he flipped a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit a foreign fire.
He took a deep breath of cigarette, clamped his fingers and rubbed his temples.
He understood the importance and particularity of the task assigned by the organization.
As the leader of the Shanghai Special Information Group of the Secret Service, Cheng Qianfan has a clearer understanding of the situation than Peng and Ou.
In fact, before the outbreak of the Songhu War, some factories and schools in Shanghai had moved in advance.
Now, war breaks out, and a large number of Chinese troops, from Guangxi, Hunan, Sichuan, and from all over the country, are marching towards Shanghai like a torrent.
There is an information within the Secret Service about the Sichuan Army leaving Sichuan to fight against Japan:
On July 6 and the day before the Lugou Bridge Incident, the Sichuan Army Reorganization Conference opened in the Chongqing Camp Auditorium.
These warlords in Sichuan were quarreling together, fighting each other, and bargaining with He Yingzhen, a representative sent by Nanjing, and parted in dissatisfaction.
The next day, the Lugou Bridge Incident broke out.
The next day, the meeting continued.
Warlords of all sizes are still fighting and setting up dragon gate formations, which is not the main topic.
At this moment, He Yingzhen urgently informed everyone of the news of the "July 7 Incident".
"The situation took a sharp turn! The generals who were attending the military reorganization meeting were originally "with their own ulterior motives", and then it was like a drop of water falling into a oil pan and exploded.
The generals of the Sichuan Army roared:
‘I am willing to lead my troops to participate in the battle against Japan!’
‘Today’s reorganization, tomorrow’s rise to Sichuan to fight against the Japanese, there is no other story!’
'The Sichuan Army is willing to work together to fight against foreign aggression under the leadership of the provincial chairman Liu Xiang'!"
...
The troops across the country are like a torrent, rushing across the vast Shanghai at night.
Another torrent is also rolling in parallel, from Shanghai, southeastern coast, all the way west, government officials, university professors, students, national capitalists, technical workers, and even coolies, ordinary people, support the elderly and the young, walk from the riverside and the sea to the mountains, from the rich Jiangnan to central China, and even the remote southwest.
In the secret documents conveyed to the Shanghai Special Information Group at the headquarters of the Secret Service, there are also narratives asking the Special Information Group to help the business owner evacuate Shanghai as appropriate.
It is verbal telling, not an order.
According to Dai Chunfeng's instructions, the Shanghai Special Information Group is one of the highest-level lurking groups, and their safety is always the first priority, and any behavior that may be exposed is not allowed.
Cheng Qianfan was very cautious. He just provided some help to the evacuated personnel in a very concealed manner within his ability.
A week ago, when he went to the dock's warehouse to "check" the goods, Cheng Qianfan saw a scene that shocked and moved him.
On the Suzhou River and on the Huangpu River, sailing and wooden boats and steamers of all sizes were all black and were like ants, desperately transporting supplies and personnel.
At the far end, you can see the Japanese warships staring at all this. As long as a shell comes, the ship will be destroyed and the people will be killed!
In fact, the Japanese army rushed to create the "Hongqiao Airport" incident in front of the government and launched a war in advance. There are also reasons for this: they wanted to prevent China's industry and education industry from moving to the hinterland.
Shanghai "Shenbao" reported on this matter and commented:
"In order to continue the blood of the nation, we embarked on the road of migration regardless of age or age, gender, or even faith or party.
We know that this road will be extremely difficult.
It may be a rugged mountain road.
Or a thorny path.
We even need to risk the crisis of bomb dropping, climb mountains, cross swamps, and cross vast rivers.
Even if there is no road, we have to find a way out!
Go west, go west, go west!
China will not perish!"
...
"There is only one solution for the present." Cheng Qianfan thought for a long time and said.
"What's the solution?" Peng andou asked immediately.
"Take money to open the way." Cheng Qianfan said.
"Try it." Peng Yuou shook his head, "Wei Zhirong gave Feili twenty big yellow croakers, and Feili confiscated them."
Wei Zhirong is the boss of Daxin Steel Factory.
"It's less." Cheng Qianfan frowned, "Wei Zhirong has always been generous, but why did he reach such a time of life and death..."
"Wei Zhirong's money is used to buy equipment and materials," Peng Yuou said. "He predicted the difficulties of the factory after it was moved out and was always preparing."
"I have some money on hand..." Cheng Qianfan said in contemplation.
"Absolutely not." Peng and Ou refused flatly. If it was a small amount of money, such as a few gold bars, he would nod. However, judging from the current situation, hundreds of big yellow croakers may not satisfy their laborious appetite. Such a large amount of money may very likely bring huge hidden dangers to the lurking of the "flame".
Before leaving Shanghai, Comrade ‘Farmer’ had a special secret talk with Peng and Ou, focusing on the protection of ‘flame’.
Among them, one thing is particularly emphasized: no matter what the reason or how difficult the organization is, don’t think about raising funds from the ‘fire’!
...
"I'll find a way to do the funding matter." Peng Yuou said, "There are still some funds in the organization. In addition, Boss Wei has been raising funds from his friends, hoping to bribe the financial resources."
"Funds are not the biggest problem," Cheng Qianfan shook his head and frowned, "I thought about it carefully. We have ignored the most important thing. The problem now is that I have already been determined to defect to the Japanese."
Peng Yuou looked at Cheng Qianfan with a serious expression and understood what his worries were. "You mean that even if you put in a lot of money, you might not be moved, because he concluded that the Japanese would occupy Shanghai and he wanted to find a new master for himself, so his only purpose now is to please the Japanese."
"It's indeed possible." Cheng Qianfan thought for a while, "based on my understanding of hard work, the most likely thing he was to collect the money but refused to let it go."
Both of them were frowning and thought hard.
This is the huge harm brought by traitors.
Feeling, a general in charge of the public concession, said that the power is big or small.
Such a person defected to the Japanese immediately created huge harm.
The reason is very simple. The laborious jurisdiction is too important and stuck on the main road of traffic throat.
Cheng Qianfan had to admire the Japanese's ruthlessness in their calculating practices, and he had worked hard to go to the pro-Japanese faction to serve as the inspector commander of the Zhabei Concession.
kindness?
Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
He seemed to have captured some key information in his mind.
He was holding a cigarette that had just been lit in his hand and suddenly, his expression was delighted.
"But what did you think of?" Peng and Ou asked immediately.
"I have it." Cheng Qianfan flipped the cigarette over casually, and blew the ash quite casually, and put the cigarette in his mouth with his back hand, "One hundred big yellow croakers!"
"Isn't this person just now saying that I'm tired of it..." Peng Yuou said frowned, and as he spoke, he looked at Cheng Qianfan who was smiling and understood a little.
"That's right, a hundred big yellow croaker." Cheng Qianfan smiled and nodded, "It was bribed me."
"Are you talking about the above layer operating and putting pressure on the hard work?" Peng Yuou saw Cheng Qianfan nodding, and he happily patted Cheng Qianfan's shoulder, "Good boy, there is yours."
"Don't be happy for now. Is there any problem with a hundred big yellow croaker?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"No big problem." Peng and Ou thought about it and nodded.
Wei Zhirong must have some money left in his hands. In addition, with Wei Zhirong's connections, he can borrow money from other places.
So, money is not a fundamental problem.
At this time, he also realized why Wei Zhirong had only taken twenty gold bars before. This was a test of labor. Wei Zhirong's firm attitude made Wei Zhirong despair. Boss Wei understood that Wei Li was determined to defect to the Japanese, and no matter how much money he gave was useless.
"I'm a little surprised. Wei Zhirong hit a wall here in Feili. Why didn't he think about finding a way from the hard work to the higher level?" Cheng Qianfan asked in surprise.
Logically speaking, a big boss like Wei Zhirong should be more skilled in this trick.
"I remembered that there were rumors that Wei Zhirong had a marriage with a director of the Public Concession Engineering Department." Peng Yuou said, and at the same time realized that Cheng Qianfan's plan just now might be affected by this matter.
Peng Yuou looked at Cheng Qianfan, and a hint of hope appeared in his eyes, "How is it? Will it have any impact?"
"So that's it." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "It's really a bit troublesome."
Without waiting for Peng to talk to Ou, he continued, "I have to add more money."
Peng and Ou looked up at the young comrade "Flame".
Commander Xiao Cheng smiled, "One hundred and twenty big yellow croakers."
He nodded with a smile, "For some holidays, twenty big yellow croakers can almost make up for it."
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Masi South Road, this is a beautiful garden villa.
It was late at night, and a dog in the yard was lying on the ground.
Suddenly, the dog's ears moved and he got up alertly.
Wow wool wool.
As the pace gets closer.
The dog barking sounded.
"Shut up, Pier." Cheng Qianfan cursed in French.
The dog sniffed the nose, smelled the familiar smell, and then lay down again.
The lights in the living room of the villa were on, and Pete yawned out, opening the yard door and complained, "It's so late, what can't be said tomorrow?"
"The subordinates come to report, the situation is not good. The Japanese shells are very fierce. The goods in the warehouse must be transferred tomorrow." Cheng Qianfan said as he walked.
"Where to transfer?" Pitt asked when he heard that his cargo was in danger.
"Didn't I tell you? Warehouse No. 3 of the police station." Cheng Qianfan was anxious, "You patted your chest and said you would leave everything to you, don't tell me you have forgotten?"
"Ah, I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten." Pete called out, took Cheng Qianfan into the living room and closed the door.
Linda stood at the stairs and heard the conversation between the two of them just now. She confirmed that Cheng Qianfan had something urgent to come to find her husband. She felt relieved, said hello to Cheng Qianfan and went upstairs.
The maid brought hot tea, and Pete waved his hand, and the other party left with tactfulness.
The two of them held teacups and squeezed into the study downstairs.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Cheng Qianfan did not speak, but placed the suitcase in his hand on the table, took out the key to unlock it, and opened the lid of the suitcase.
Then gently uncovered a layer of satin cloth.
Under the light, rows of gold bars shining with golden light!
Whether it was Pete or Cheng Qianfan who had been mentally prepared for a long time, his eyes seemed to drown in the golden abyss and could no longer be removed.
"One hundred and ten big yellow croakers." Cheng Qianfan said softly.
Pete didn't say anything. He picked up two gold bars, one with one hand, and gently tapped the crisp sound of the Bulling Buling, which was intoxicating.
"Tell me, who are you going to kill?" Pete put down the gold bar, glanced at Cheng Qianfan, and asked.
"I want to kill..." Cheng Qianfan's words stuck to his mouth. He stared at Pete with wide eyes, "What do I mean I want to kill whom? Did I say I want to kill whom?"
"Also, even if I want to kill someone, I will look for you?" Cheng Qianfan sneered and said.
Chapter completed!