Miyazaki Kentaro looked around the Stypunk car and let out a few gasps of admiration from time to time.

Even Pang Yuanju, who had not been happy to meet Miyazaki twice, was also attracted by this Stypunk at this moment. The two of them also commented on the spotless Stypunk at the door and made their own comments. the opinion of.

Okada Toshihiko looked on with cold eyes. Although he admitted that Citigroup's Stypunk car was indeed very beautiful, he was not very interested in luxury cars.

“Mr. Gong, are you satisfied with this car?” Okada Toshihiko said.

 “Satisfied, very satisfied.” Cheng Qianfan said happily. He touched the vehicle, “It would be better if it wasn’t black.”

 “What do you mean?” Okada Toshihiko asked in confusion.

“I once saw a brown-red Stypunk in Shanghai and I liked it very much,” Cheng Qianfan said.

"asshole."

"I arranged for Pang Yuanju to find a way to help you get Stypunk to support you in further currying favor with Chu Mingyu, not to satisfy your personal preferences!" Toshihiko Okada called Kentaro Miyazaki to the office and reprimanded him. .

 “You must always remember that you are an agent of the Japanese Empire, don’t indulge in enjoyment.”

 Cheng Qianfan was scolded by Toshihiko Okada and could only apologize dejectedly, saying that he would never forget his mission.

 A few minutes later, watching Kentaro Miyazaki drive away in Stypunk with joy, Toshihiko Okada couldn't help but shake his head and snorted.

In this matter, Kentaro Miyazaki is suspected of asking the Mei Agency to help him get Stypunk under the banner of trying to please Chu Mingyu.

 For no other reason, Kentaro Miyazaki just subconsciously said that he doesn’t like black, which actually exposed his true thoughts——

The first thing he thought of was to use Stypunk himself, rather than the vehicle he was really willing to prepare for Chu Mingyu.

Chu Mingyu’s identity, especially during the current Nanjing talks, is not suitable for such an unconventional vehicle color as brown and red.

 …

Cheng Qianfan rolled down the window and drove at a slow speed. The wind outside the window blew in and ruffled the tips of his hair.

 He just deliberately showed his dissatisfaction with the color of the vehicle "subconsciously".

 There was only one purpose, to create the impression that he had never considered giving this car to Chu Mingyu for negotiating a team car.

 Cheng Qianfan is the biggest believer in the creed of preparing for a rainy day. He believes that doing homework on details in advance, although it is tiring, you never know which detail preparation can save lives at a critical moment.

 …

“This is the car that Cheng Qianfan finally fell in love with after going to the car dealership again and again?” Ding Mutun stood by the window and looked into the yard.

"Yes." Tong Xueyong said, "It is said that this is a Citigroup car, called Steppank."

He also looked towards the yard. Cheng Qianfan was standing next to the front of the car, showing off his car to the surrounding agents with a proud expression.

“It can be seen that Mr. Cheng likes this car very much.” Tong Xueyong said with a smile, “However, he will be reluctant to part with it later.”

“Hahaha.” Dingmutun said with a smile, “Yes, for those who like cars, giving away the car as soon as you get it is like sending the bride to another bed.”

 Cheng Qianfan went to the car dealership yesterday morning and again in the afternoon, which naturally attracted the attention of the agents monitoring him.

Tong Xueyong sent someone to inquire about the news that Cheng Qianfan had chosen a car from the ideal car dealer. It was said that this car was also quite popular with Secretary Chu, so Cheng Qianfan repeatedly urged the dealer to deliver the car earlier.

 …

 Cheng Qianfan got into the car and started the vehicle.

He sat in the cab, stuck his head out of the window, and continued to introduce (boast) the car to the onlookers, from the engine to the shape of the body to the comfort of the seats. .

“If nothing else, just this car’s horn.” As he spoke, Cheng Qianfan honked the horn, “I’ve driven so many cars, but none of them have such nice horns.”

 …

"Who is honking?" Chu Mingyu raised his arm so that Liu Xia could adjust his gown. Hearing the sound of the horn, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "There are no rules."

 Liu Xia handed the hat to Chu Mingyu. She picked up the phone receiver and said casually, "Let me ask."

“Hello, this is Secretary-General Chu’s office, who is honking the horn?”

 “Okay, I get it.”

Liu Xia put down the phone receiver and couldn't help but smile and said, "Secretary-General, it's Cheng Qianfan, he's showing off his car."

“Showing off...is it Stepunk?” Chu Mingyu was slightly surprised, and then showed a look of surprise on his face, “Let’s go and take a look.”

 …

“Let me tell you, this car, even in Shanghai, is very modern.” Cheng Qianfan held a cigarette in his mouth and talked eloquently.

"Sir Jason from the Public Settlement Bureau of Industry has a Stypunk, it's brown and red, it's so fashionable." He clicked his tongue and winked, "When the car drove out, the little girl was crying and asking to get in. Cheli."

 All the agents laughed, obviously very interested in the topic that "Mr. Xiao Cheng" talked about.

 “Ahem.” Chu Mingyu coughed lightly, “Qianfan.”

Cheng Qianfan dropped the cigarette he was biting. When he heard the sound, he quickly opened the door and got out of the car. He looked very happy and said, "Secretary-General, the car is back. Can you give it a try?"

Hearing this, Chu Mingyu was greatly moved. However, he took out his pocket watch and checked the time, and was about to leave for the venue.

“Secretary-General.” Cheng Qianfan patted the front of the car, “I just drove a lap and it feels great.”

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyebrows were beaming. He suddenly glanced at Liu Xia, who was carrying a bag behind Chu Mingyu. He blinked and said, "The secretary-general is going out."

 The joy in Cheng Qianfan's eyes flashed, "Secretary-General, don't worry, I will drive it out for two more turns in a while to check the vehicle. You can use it with peace of mind when you are back."

Chu Mingyu, who had already given up the idea of ​​'test driving' at this time, felt unhappy when he heard what his nephew said.

Looking at this brand-new, shiny and extraordinary Stypunk, Chu Mingyu felt itchy. Thinking that he would come back from the venue in the afternoon, maybe this kid has become addicted to cars, and Chu Mingyu felt a little uncomfortable.

“Secretary-General, get ready to go.” Chu Mingyu’s driver Du Weiming came over and shouted.

 “Xiao Du.” Chu Mingyu pointed at Du Weiming, “Drive this car.”

"Huh?" Cheng Qianfan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Chu Mingyu would arrange it like this. He was obviously caught off guard just now as he was secretly happy that he could 'enjoy' this car for a while longer.

 Seeing Cheng Qianfan's appearance, Chu Mingyu was satisfied.

He loved luxury cars and beauties, but he wasn't so eager to do so. It was just that he saw his nephew's little thought of "seemingly generous, but actually expecting him to secretly play with cars after he went out." I really enjoyed the feeling of exposing my nephew's little calculation.

“Secretary-General.” Du Weiming hesitated.

“Okay.” Chu Mingyu suddenly pointed at Cheng Qianfan, “Qianfan, you will drive today.”

 “Huh?” Cheng Qianfan was stunned for a moment.

 “Ah what?” Chu Mingyu snorted.

"Why are you so stupid?" Liu Xia also smiled charmingly and quickly kicked Cheng Qianfan with her toes, "Why don't you thank the Secretary-General quickly."

 “Thank you, Secretary General.” Cheng Qianfan suddenly understood and was so happy that he hurriedly thanked him.

 …

 Other people around him also looked at Cheng Qianfan with envy.

Secretary-General Chu is obviously promoting Cheng Qianfan:

This is the venue where I will take Cheng Qianfan with me to the Nanjing talks. Not to mention anything else, I just made an appearance at the venue, which in itself is an extraordinary qualification.

Of course, the most important thing is that this shows that Cheng Qianfan has won the trust of Chu Mingyu, which is the most critical signal.

 …

“This car is really good.” Chu Mingyu sat in the back seat, touched the leather of the seat, and nodded with satisfaction.

What he is most satisfied with is the interior space of this Stepunk car. He is tall and feels uncomfortable sitting in some cars, but he is quite satisfied with the space of this car.

"Uncle Chu." Cheng Qianfan's eyes were still moved. He glanced at the reflector and said, "Your nephew is deeply touched by your support for me, but will this..."

“You drive if I ask you to drive.” Chu Mingyu glared at the back of Cheng Qianfan’s head, “You are the person Mr. Wang has met.”

"Mr. Wang has received so many people." Liu Xia said with a smile, "Qianfan, remember, pleasing the Secretary-General is more effective than anything else."

 “What are you talking about?” Chu Mingyu looked angry.

“Sister Xia, I remember.” Cheng Qianfan agreed.

He turned the steering wheel skillfully and parked the vehicle steadily at the 'departure site' according to the guard's instructions.

At this moment, cars are coming one after another from the ‘departure point’.

They are all Citroën sedans, identical black vehicles lined up.

Cheng Qianfan glanced at these vehicles and knew that Wang Quanhai and his wife were in one of the cars. However, all the cars had their curtains closed, so there was no way to investigate.

He was feeling uneasy. For today's action, he had already done everything he could, and all he needed was to get the last chess piece to fall——

He was worried that Chu Mingyu’s Stypunk car would be asked to change the car because it was ‘alternative’.

 Worried in his heart, Cheng Qianfan's face remained calm. He glanced at the reflector and saw that Chu Mingyu was concentrating with his eyes closed, so he also remained quiet, as if he was waiting to set off.

Tang Pei, who was in charge of convoy security, counted the vehicles at the "departure site". A person beside him was holding a folder and using a pen to check the vehicle code numbers.

“What happened to that car?” Tang Pei asked in a low voice.

Stipunk was mixed in with more than a dozen Citroëns, all of them black vehicles. At first glance, there was almost no difference.

“Director, that’s Secretary-General Chu’s car.”

Tang Pei glanced at the car again, and finally nodded. Without saying anything more, he waved his hand and said, "Let's set off according to the established plan."

 The door to Laohuqiao Prison opens.

 Cars filed out in groups of four.

“Qianfan, follow that car.” Chu Mingyu suddenly said.

“Yes!” Cheng Qianfan nodded, stepped on the accelerator and followed a car.

 There is nothing different in appearance between this car and other vehicles. However, Cheng Qianfan followed the car and immediately noticed the ‘characteristics’ of this car with his keen observation:

 There are scratch marks the size of a two-cent nickel on the rear **** of the vehicle under the taillight. It is not conspicuous and cannot be seen at all unless you look closely.

From this point of view, this should be regarded as a vehicle with slight flaws in appearance. Who would have thought that the dignified Mr. Wang would choose such a car?

 …

 Sixteen vehicles, divided into four convoys, drove out of the prison gate.

 Outside the gate, eight Japanese three-wheelers were already waiting to take their positions.

Each convoy consists of four vehicles, one in front and one in the back, each with a three-wheeled sidecar wearing a Japanese military police armband to lead the way and the rear.

 Cheng Qianfan's eyes narrowed.

 He did not understand what caused this change:

A few days ago, when Wang Kehai's convoy set off, there were no Japanese military police accompanying him to **** him.

What does the Japanese smell?

Or is it that today’s talks are special, so Japan has raised the level of security?

 Cheng Qianfan didn’t know the reason behind this.

However, it is obvious that the addition of three rounds of Japanese military police, one after the other, will add considerable difficulties to the possible assassination operation.

Yes, just a 'possible assassination operation'.

 After sending the coded message to his home in Shanghai, all Cheng Qianfan could do was wait. He waited alone and made all preparations alone. As for whether Zhou Ru successfully deciphered the coded message? Did the Chongqing side successfully receive the secret message from the special situation group? And after receiving the order from the Chongqing headquarters, can Nanjing successfully gather forces to launch an assassination operation in such a tight period of time?

 These are all unknowns.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qianfan's heart suddenly surged with longing for Ruolan, Xiaobao, Xiaozhima, Lao Huang, his sister, Comrade Lu Dazhang,... and others.

If all goes well, perhaps "Cheng Qianfan, a traitor from the French Concession in Shanghai, will die in the upcoming assassination operation targeting traitors of the Wang family, big and small."

Maybe, maybe, maybe for Ruolan and others who are still in Shanghai, it is a good thing that he died in this way from the assassination from the military commander.

 Cheng Qianfan raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and let out a long sigh in his heart.

 The whole person seemed to feel much more relaxed instantly.

 He was too tired all the time.

“What good things are you thinking of?” Chu Mingyu noticed his nephew’s smile and said jokingly.

“I am reminded of Xiao Zhizhi.” Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, his eyes full of longing and joy for his son, “I have been away from home for a few days, and I wonder if I will still know him when I return.”

"My child is my father. Blood is thicker than water. Please spend more time with me when you go back." Chu Mingyu sighed and said, "I am very happy to see that you have married and established a career. I still think of the first time I met you in Shanghai. You are so arrogant that you want to have a drinking contest with me."

"No way, Uncle Chu is talking nonsense." Cheng Qianfan looked embarrassed and said quickly.

 …

 The time goes back three minutes.

Wang's motorcade left Laohuqiao Prison and drove in three directions. There were one motorcade each in the east and west, and two motorcades with eight vehicles in the south.

"Found it." Xiao Kun put down the telescope in his hand, and said excitedly to Chang Xiaoyi beside him, "Signal, after leaving Dashiqiao Road, the car heads towards Fish Market Street. There are four cars, and the second one is looking up."

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