Chapter 241 Set-up (seeking subscription monthly pass)

  Yanzhou.

  At the entrance of Yikong Cave, a red sentinel stood upright.

  Xiong Jiahua fetched a basin of water and washed his face at the door to wake himself up.

   "Jiahua, is the chief in there?" A man in his thirties hurried over.

   "The chief worked until five o'clock in the morning and just fell asleep." Xiong Jiahua looked inside the cave, pulled Lu Wenhua aside, and whispered.

  The Xi’an Incident was too sudden, and the Red Party was a little caught off guard by it. Recently, everyone has been working continuously.

  He has also been busy all night and has not had time to rest until now.

   "Here is an urgent call." Lu Wenhua said anxiously.

   "Who is outside?" A voice came from the cave.

  Xiong Jiahua glanced at Lu Wenhua complainingly, lifted the curtain of the cave dwelling, and entered quickly, "Comrade 'Farmer', comrade Lu Wenhua, has an urgent call."

   "Comrade Wenhua, please come in." Comrade Farmer moved his shoulders, "Comrade Jiahua, bring me a basin of water."

  Xiong Jiahua fetched a basin of water, and withdrew consciously. Although he is the assistant of Comrade Farmer, he still needs to avoid suspicion for some confidential information.

   Comrade 'Farmer' quickly washed his face, picked up a worn towel and wiped his face indiscriminately.

   "Comrade 'Nongfu'." Lu Wenhua handed the telegram to 'Nongfu', "'Huo Miao' urgent telegram."

  'Farmer' took the message, pushed his glasses, and read it carefully.

   There was a surprised expression on his face. Comrade Huo Miao actually got the telegram from the Japanese high-level, which really cheered him up.

  It seems that Comrade Huo Miao has further won the trust of the top leaders of Japan and Special Affairs!

   "Pingjin, 29th Army." Comrade 'Farmer' lost in thought.

   After a while, he put away the telegram. The information was very important, and he had to report it to the chief immediately.

   "Comrade 'Farmer', Comrade 'Huomiao' is a little strange to generate electricity this time." Lu Wenhua said hastily.

"What's wrong?"

   "Comrade Huomiao's **** method is different from before." Lu Wenhua said seriously.

  Comrade 'Farmer' showed a serious expression. The **** of each telegraph operator is basically fixed, and changing the **** is not a trivial matter.

   "Do you suspect that this telegram was not sent by Comrade Huomiao himself?" asked the 'Farmer'.

   "Not sure, this possibility cannot be ruled out." Lu Wenhua said.

   "Give power to 'Big Cousin' and ask 'Flame' if it is safe and why the **** has changed." 'Farmer' said after pondering for a moment.

"yes."

  …

  Cheng Qianfan lay on the bed, pretending to sleep.

  He is thinking.

  It is dangerous to generate power from two places to two places at the same time in one morning.

   However, intelligence is important, and he can only take risks.

  Originally, he considered putting the information at Zhou Ru's residence, and Zhou Ru sent the report after get off work.

  He considered again and again and gave up this option.

   Still for safety reasons.

  The information obtained from Sanben Jiro has a high level of confidentiality.

   Zhou Ru is not high enough to have access to this information.

  The safest way is that only he knows.

  The more people who know about it, the more dangerous it is.

  In addition, for safety reasons, he used two fingerings to send the call today.

   It was still his habitual right hand that sent the report to the headquarters of the Nanjing Secret Service.

  The telegram sent to Northwest Headquarters, he used his left hand.

  In the past six months, Cheng Qianfan has been using the practice board to practice sending with his left hand.

   is to avoid revealing identity in fingering.

  Today was the first time he sent a report to Northwest Headquarters with his left hand.

   Not only this time, he will use his left hand to make calls to the Northwest Headquarters afterwards. The **** of power generation is the most direct mark of a telegraph operator, and he must be careful.

  …

Jingle Bell.

  Peter's office phone rang.

  Cheng Qianfan was lying on the bed, facing the wall sideways, and 'perked up his ears' to eavesdrop.

   After a while, Pete, who hung up the phone, came in excitedly, and pulled Cheng Qianfan up, "Don't sleep."

   "What are you doing?" Cheng Qianfan yawned with sleepy eyes, and said angrily.

   "I have something to go out, please help me look at it for a while." Pete said while changing clothes.

  He took off his uniform, hummed a song, changed into a suit, and looked beaming.

   "You bastard, you must be going to be romantic again, and pull me to take over." Cheng Qianfan frowned, rubbed his temples, and looked uncomfortable after a hangover.

   "Are you asking if you can help?" Pete asked after putting on his tie.

   "Help." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, got up, and was about to leave the lounge.

   "Where are you going?" Pete asked.

   "Go outside." Cheng Qianfan burped, "You're not here, it's not convenient for me to stay here."

  He pointed to a safe in the corner of the lounge.

  The files here are all confidential files.

   "It's okay." Pete waved his hand indifferently.

   "No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head resolutely, "Don't hurt me, if any important documents are lost, I won't be able to tell."

   "Don't worry." Pete picked up his briefcase, "I carry all the most important documents with me."

   As he spoke, Pete took off his riding boots and put on leather shoes, "That's it, I'm leaving."

  …

   "Hey, hey." Cheng Qianfan watched Pete leave in a hurry, and muttered and cursed.

   This call was arranged by Cheng Qianfan.

  The call was from a Belarusian woman.

  Peter met this White Russian dancer in the big world before, and he fell in love with it.

   It's just that this woman is good at fishing, and has always been indifferent to Pete, making Pete tickle.

  Cheng Qianfan arranged for someone to find this Belarusian woman in private, and after spending a sum of money, he got this phone number.

  Based on what he knew about Pete, this guy was sure to take the bait.

   Now, the bait is the bait. I didn't expect Pete to be so cautious that he put the important documents in his briefcase and took them away with him.

  So, this plan is only half the battle.

  Cheng Qianfan rubbed the keys in his pocket, thinking about the next plan.

  The key is the key of the safe, and Cheng Qianfan had secretly prepared one long ago.

  …

   About half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan left the office and went to the corridor to smoke.

  You can just see the outside from here.

  Hao Zai was repairing shoes at a shoe repair booth opposite the patrol room, bragging and chatting with the stall owner and idlers.

  Cheng Qianfan took out the lighter, raised the lighter, shook it a few times, and then lit the cigarette.

  Hao Zai, who has been paying attention to the situation here, got up to take a look, nodded, and left quickly.

   Another half an hour later, at the home of Second Lieutenant Pete on Ma Sinan Road.

  The living room phone rang.

  The maid who was wiping the floor with a rag wiped the sweat from her brow, walked over and picked up the microphone.

   The maid was unable to understand the birdsong on the other end of the phone.

   "Ma'am, call." The maid held the phone and called upstairs.

  Peter's wife, Linda, was upstairs listening to records. The maid yelled several times before she heard it, and she came down slowly to answer the phone.

   "Which one?" (French).

   Hao Zai on the other end of the phone can’t understand, but that’s okay, since it’s a good match to hear a foreign woman speaking foreign language on the other end of the phone.

  He said a sentence in the stumbling French that he just "learned" today, and he had been reciting silently. He was afraid that the other party would not understand, so he said it again in a stumbling manner, and immediately hung up the phone.

  On the other end of the phone, Linda held the microphone in her hand, and it took more than ten seconds to understand what the other party meant when she stuttered in French.

  The face of the hostess changed immediately.

A few minutes later, after finishing the call at the telegraph office not far from here, Haozai, who had been staring at Pete's residence, saw a foreign woman and a maid angrily go out, and called two rickshaws, walk away.

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