Chapter 158 Fifteen Minutes
“Go to Guangci Hospital.”
Cheng Qianfan hailed a rickshaw.
Sitting in the rickshaw, he lit a cigarette and forced himself to calm down.
He knew that he had lost his cool due to impatience.
Whether it is He Guan or Fang Muheng, they both come from well-off families.
Those two people live a prosperous life, but they have kindness towards the poor people, and their blood is warm.
This is extremely difficult.
Compared to many arrogant meat-eaters who take pleasure in exploiting the working people, whether it is He Guan or Fang Muheng, such a passionate young man is worthy of admiration.
They are not yet comrades within the party, so they inevitably have many shortcomings. As long as they are guided correctly, they may become strong red fighters in the future.
So, Cheng Qianfan decided to stay away from these two guys.
He did not want to have any working intersection with the two of them before they became real red warriors.
The nature of his work determines that his comrades and partners must be agents with high abilities.
ˆ Cultivating and training hot-blooded young people is a matter for local red organizations.
Before Comrade Zhulin died, he had given him special instructions. For an ace agent like him, hiding yourself and doing your job well is the only creed.
Never try to develop revolutionary partners around yourself. This will only increase the risk of his exposure, and this is not what he should do.
Therefore, despite having a very close relationship with He Guan, Cheng Qianfan would never reveal any red thoughts in front of He Guan, let alone consider developing He Guan into his revolutionary partner.
Even if He Guan later grew up to be a qualified red warrior, he would immediately stay away from He Guan before receiving an order from the organization to allow the two people to have working contact.
Revolutionary work is not just playing house. It has a strict division of labor, extremely strict organizational disciplines and principles of conduct. These are lessons forged with blood.
In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, Comrade Quan Shui, a senior agent of the Red Party who was lurking in the Shanghai Police Station, was quickly captured by the Party Affairs Investigation Department because he had no work experience and was not rigorous in his actions because he was developing revolutionary partners among his colleagues. In the end, he could not survive the torture and confessed many comrades, including Comrade "Quanshui".
In the end, five comrades lurking in the Shanghai Police Station, including Comrade "Quanshui", died heroically.
This is the lesson of blood.
The nature of the work of King Agent is completely different from that of ordinary underground party organizations in terms of division of labor and characteristics.
In addition to your own upline and downline, you must not show your political leanings in front of anyone else.
…
The sun is a bit strong.
Cheng Qianfan put down the rickshaw shed.
He took out a pencil stub from his pocket.
His right hand reached into the right pocket. There were two matchboxes inside. He took out the matchbox into which he had dropped two drops of candle.
There is a small blank piece of paper inside the matchbox.
Cheng Qianfan placed the piece of paper on the matchbox, quickly wrote a line of crooked words with his left hand, and put the matchbox back into his pocket.
He still cannot sit back and watch his comrades fall into the trap.
He couldn't risk meeting Peng and Ou either.
You can only write good information first and try to act according to the situation without exposing yourself.
If there is no chance, the information in this matchbox can only be destroyed and never appear.
Blood is hot, but sometimes you have to painfully force yourself to be cold-blooded!
…
The smell of salted fish wafts in the air.
Those who like salted fish will love it to death, while those who don't like it will cover their noses and run away quickly.
“This smells delicious.” Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
He likes to chat with rickshaw drivers. These people walk in the streets and there is nothing they don’t know about the market. Some of the words they say unintentionally may be of value.
“Officer Cheng, you also like to eat salted fish.” The rickshaw driver pulled the car hard and asked after taking a breath.
“Ever since I was a snack,” Cheng Qianfan said, “I think there’s a Dafa market nearby.”
“Police Officer Cheng is an expert,” said the rickshaw driver. “Lao Zhan from Dafa Market is famous for his salted fish.”
Seeing that Officer Cheng from the patrol room was willing to chat with him, the rickshaw driver was very happy and continued, "Last time, Ala pulled over Xiang's wife from the home of Chen Dazhuang (lawyer). Xiang's wife said that Chen Dazhuang used to like to eat Lao Zhan's food. Salted fish, I just can’t eat it now.”
“Why can’t we eat now?”
"The wife of Chen Dazhuang's family came back from the West and can't smell salted fish." The rickshaw driver was indignant and seemed to be complaining about the salted fish. "Last time, I saw a real foreign devil coming to the market to eat porridge and salted fish in the morning. , but the fake foreign woman won’t eat it.”
He habitually thinks about things.
Come to the market to eat porridge and salted fish in the morning.
This shows that this Westerner lives not far from here.
The high-end residential area close to Dafa Food Market is most likely the Western-style house area on Masinan Road.
Westerners from Masinan Road come to Dafa Food Market to taste Chinese snacks.
It's quite interesting.
Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
Ma Sinan Road?
Ma Sinan Road!
…
Westerners will come to Dafa Market to eat porridge and salted fish, but what about Professor Peng and Ou who also live on Masinan Road?
Won't.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head inwardly. There was a Shao mother in Peng and Ou's family who used her identity as a maid as a cover.
There is a maid at home, and the maid will basically buy and cook breakfast and dinner, otherwise it will arouse suspicion.
Dafa Food Market is the largest food market in the area.
If Shao Ma wants to buy groceries, the most suitable, most normal, and least suspicious choice is Dafa Market.
Cheng Qianfan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
He knows the usual working hours of maids in "rich families". Most of the ingredients for dinner are purchased after lunch.
Many families on Masinan Road have maids. If Shao’s mother was ‘social’, she would probably follow the crowd and come to buy groceries at this time.
“Stop at the entrance of Dafa Food Market.” Cheng Qianfan said.
"okay."
Cheng Qianfan got off the bus, paid an extra dime for the fare, and said, "Wait for me here for a quarter of an hour. I'll be back soon."
Fifteen minutes, he told himself, only fifteen minutes.
Cheng Qianfan believes in redism. He does not believe in ghosts, gods, or fate.
However, at this moment, his heart was scratching like a bug. These fifteen minutes were the life of the comrade who might be sent to the slum area by the Shanghai organization.
Within fifteen minutes, Shao’s mother appeared, and this comrade was saved.
Shao’s mother did not show up…
…
Cheng Qianfan naturally couldn't wait idlely. He wandered around several stalls at the entrance of the vegetable market.
He had to buy something before he could make sense.
Dr. Zhao Wenhua is a well-known person in Shanghai. He has been interviewed by a reporter from Shenbao before. He admits that he is a gourmet, especially river fish.
Cheng Qianfan has read this issue of the newspaper.
It has become an anecdote that Zhao Wenhua likes to eat river fish.
Cheng Qianfan stopped over and bought some river fish at the vegetable market to take as a meeting gift to express the young man's respect for this famous doctor in Shanghai. It was not shabby or obtrusive, and could even be called an elegant thing.
This makes sense.
Cheng Qianfan has already targeted the river eels at a fishing stall. Zhao Wenhua likes to eat river fish, especially river eels.
However, he pretended not to decide which one to buy from, and looked at this one and that one.
Cheng Qianfan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. There were only five minutes left.
He knew he couldn't keep pretending, so he picked three river eels and asked a fish stall owner to sell him a wooden barrel. After paying the money, he prepared to leave with the wooden barrel filled with live fish.
The river eels in the barrel were very alive, swimming around without any idea of the fate they were about to face.
Cheng Qianfan’s face was filled with joy of returning home, but a ray of sadness deep in his heart tormented him.
At this moment, he heard the voices of several women talking behind him. He did not turn around to look, but walked over and asked the fishmonger to add more water to the barrel, just so he could observe with his peripheral vision...
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