Chapter 139 Contact the organization again
After Cheng Qianfan left, his subordinate Alai asked Xia Wenqiao, "Third brother, you really get 15%."
"When have I ever broken my promise?" Xia Wenqiao glanced at his subordinates, "Why, you can't figure it out?"
"Third brother, even if Cheng Qianfan is going to be the deputy inspector, let's just give him another 10% and get a 20% bonus in the end. Why give in an extra 10%?"
"You don't understand?" Xia Wenqiao shook his head, "It's okay if you don't understand. If you understand, you will be the boss."
He took out the upper drawer of the food box, and underneath was a plate of red bean cake.
He directly pinched a piece of red bean cake with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. Xia Wenqiao squinted his eyes as he ate it.
“Third brother, if Cheng hadn’t coughed up the half of the profit, would we really have only taken 10% of the bonus?” Alai asked.
“Brother Xia has always been a stickler, so I have no problem.” Xia Wenqiao sneered, “It’s just that those old guys are probably unhappy. If they are unhappy, Cheng Qianfan will be lucky enough to enjoy it.”
Alai was relieved, this was still their evil-minded Xia Sange.
“Shui Wa, Dalin, and Kang Bao each have three whips.” Xia Wenqiao said suddenly.
When the 'gunmen' suddenly rushed in, these three **** were just watching the show, and were shot to death in the first wave.
“Yes, Third Brother.” Alai nodded and went down carrying the empty food box.
Xia Wenqiao's face turned gloomy.
Some old guys in the gang have always regarded him as a thorn in their side and coveted the black market business in his hands.
Recently, Xia Wenqiao started to "not do his job properly" and fell in love with opera. Not only that, he also indulged his sister in misbehaving, playing the "new version of Mu Guiying" written by Lao Shizi every three days.
Xia Wenqiao received the news that some people had relaxed their vigilance against him.
Do you really think he is addicted to the stage?
Although he, Xia Wenqiao, didn't have much ink in his stomach, he was smart since he was a child.
Acting...exercise, tsk tsk.
Xia Wenqiao clicked his tongue. At first, he pretended to be obsessed with the stage to confuse his opponent.
After two mischiefs with his sister, Xia Wenqiao had more fun. He arranged for people to take turns playing gunmen and bodyguards, and those who performed poorly would be whipped. It was a great time.
From the perspective of the outside world, Xia Wenqiao was acting randomly, and his subordinates were beaten while accompanying him in the show. This was because he was out of his mind, and sooner or later he lost support and his subordinates became disorganized.
From the information he secretly arranged for people to find out, his strategy initially confused the opponents in the gang.
Xia Wenqiao hummed a few lines of drama proudly, and then scratched his scalp with some regret. He really wished that Cheng Qianfan didn't know what was good and what was good, and really dared to accept the 20% profit.
Cheng Qianfan is really greedy to the point of being so stupid. Xia Wenqiao doesn't mind operating in secret to let Cheng Qianfan and even Second Lieutenant Pitt, Xiu Gongshen and others behind him fight against those old things.
It's a pity that although Cheng Qianfan is greedy for money, he has the leeway to do things and is a good person.
Young, capable, well-backed, and able to handle things clearly.
Such a person can thrive like a fish in water in this troubled world.
Xia Wenqiao tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
After this incident, the relationship with Cheng Qianfan has improved to a new level, which can be regarded as a gain.
…
Cheng Qianfan was sitting on a rickshaw. There was a hole in the carport, through which he could see the stars in the night sky.
His right hand was subconsciously placed on the holster on his waist.
Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart.
This Xia Wenqiao seems to be a big and powerful man, with a very cosmopolitan style, but he is actually cunning and treacherous.
The nickname "Black Sanlang" does not only refer to Xia Wenqiao's third eldest son and dark complexion.
More refers to the fact that he is evil-minded and duplicitous.
Many people only know one but not the other.
Xia Wenqiao took the initiative to give up 10% of the bonus, while Xu Yi only took 10% of the bonus.
Cheng Qianfan could see that Xia Wenqiao was sincerely willing to give up more of the 10% bonus.
Although he didn't know why Xia Wenqiao was like this, Cheng Qianfan suddenly felt alarmed. He asked himself that he didn't have such a big reputation for Xia Wenqiao to be so generous.
How capable you are, how big of a bowl you have.
He decisively accepted half of the profit and returned half of it to Xia Wenqiao.
This is the most appropriate countermeasure.
On the one hand, you must keep a thin line when doing things. This is Cheng Qianfan's consistent principle of doing things - you can be greedy for money, but you must be measured.
At the same time, he was able to avoid the trap set by Xia Wenqiao for him. Xia Wenqiao even had to lead him to spit out half of the profit.
“Officer Cheng, we’re here.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
Cheng Qianfan paid the fare and gave him an extra dime. The rickshaw driver thanked him profusely.
…
Back home, Cheng Qianfan locked the door directly and went up to the second floor.
First, he turned on the desk lamp, quickly wrote the information with his left hand, and then tore off the page.
He also tore out the remaining pages with writing marks on them, put them into a charcoal basin, lit them, poured water on them, and poured them into the toilet.
Quickly take off clothes and change clothes.
Then, I took out the cosmetic lotion and smeared it on my face. After the lotion dried, I looked in the mirror and saw that my appearance had changed greatly. In the dark night, if I changed my walking pattern, it would be difficult for anyone to recognize the person in the mirror. Contact Cheng Qianfan. .
Move the bookcase, remove the floor tiles, and take out the Mauser pistol in the wooden box.
This is not the one he brought to Hangzhou. That pistol appeared in Hangzhou and was once confiscated by the Xiongzhenlou Secret Service. He was not sure whether the Secret Service would have detailed records of this gun.
Just in case, Cheng Qianfan threw the gun into the Huangpu River.
He still cannot trust his "colleagues" in the Secret Service, and is worried that he may be exposed as a Secret Service agent because of these people in the future.
Cheng Qianfan carefully checked the Mauser pistol to confirm that everything was normal, and then took a spare magazine from the wooden box.
Put the wooden box back, restore the floor tiles to their original shape, and pull the bookcase back to its original position.
Cheng Qianfan then turned off the desk lamp, held the flashlight in his mouth, removed the bulb, put it in the drawer, and replaced it with a burned-out bulb on the desk lamp.
Then he lit the oil lamp, which he had prepared in advance. There was very little oil in the lamp and it would go out automatically after about half an hour.
After doing all this, Cheng Qianfan was about to go out from the second floor window. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then returned to the house and put down the bamboo basket hanging on the beam, which was full of dried dandelions.
He reached in directly and took out a cloth bag, which contained four German M24 grenades.
Cheng Qianfan took a grenade and put it in his pocket, then hoisted the bamboo basket onto the beam again.
He was going to contact Comrade Wang Jun of the Shanghai Municipal Committee of the Red Party. Some intelligence and information needed to be passed on and communicated to the organization.
It has been more than a month since he left Shanghai. He doesn't know whether Wang Jun and Kang Erniu are still living in that safe house, let alone whether it is safe or whether they have been targeted by the enemy.
The revolutionary situation is getting more and more serious, and he must be more careful.
He opened the window again, rolled out, closed the curtains, closed the window, pulled the string, clicked, fastened the window bolt, put away the string, and climbed over the eaves nimbly, disappearing in just a few clicks. In the night.
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(End of this chapter)