Chapter 39 Hangzhou Training Class (please vote for favorites)
"Yes, go to Hangzhou." Song Fuguo nodded, "Go to a training class."
“Brother Cheng, do you know that this training class has already started?” Boss Tao said in a low voice, “It was the team leader who specially requested Shangfeng to allow you to join the class.”
Hearing the hint of envy in Boss Tao's words, Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
“Thank you, team leader, for your cultivation.” He glanced at Song Fuguo, his eyes showing gratitude.
"Qianfan, I'm very optimistic about you." Song Fuguo smiled and nodded, "The nature of the work of the Secret Service is different from that of patrolling, and the dangers are even different. To improve yourself is not only responsible for your own safety, but also for the organization. I I hope you can take advantage of this opportunity."
"Qianfan saves the trouble." Cheng Qianfan nodded seriously, "If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools."
“As long as you understand.” Song Fuguo nodded happily.
"It's just that as a patrol officer, I'm afraid it will be difficult to go to Hangzhou for training..." Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly.
"Don't worry, we have our own arrangements." Song Fuguo said, "Someone will cooperate with you and create a legitimate reason for you to go to Hangzhou."
“I understand.” Cheng Qianfan nodded.
“Officer Cheng, I’ll leave this matter alone.” Song Fuguo suddenly raised his voice and said with cupped fists.
Cheng Qianfan also reacted immediately, pretending to be in deep thought, tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes flashing, "Boss Song, Cheng can only say that he will try his best, but I can't guarantee whether it will succeed..."
Song Fuguo glanced at Boss Tao, and he understood. He took out a few bills from his wallet, gritted his teeth, took out all the French currency in his wallet, and placed it gently on the table.
Cheng Qianfan stroked the banknote skillfully and quickly and put it into his waist pocket with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, Boss Song, this matter will be taken care of by Cheng."
“Xiao Tao, go and settle the bill.” Song Fuguo ordered.
After Boss Tao left the private room and went downstairs to pay the bill, Song Fuguo took out a four-finger-wide piece of paper from his body, which was densely written with words.
"Qianfan, this is about your plan to go to Hangzhou, as well as your subsequent contact information and passwords." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "From today on, you will be directly under my leadership. No one can contact you except me. , don’t even believe it.”
After reading it carefully, Cheng Qianfan took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, rolled the paper on the cigarette with his saliva, lit it, and took a puff.
“Do you remember them all?” Song Fuguo asked in surprise.
“Remember, I have a good memory.” Cheng Qianfan nodded.
The sounds of Boss Tao and the owner of the restaurant laughing and chatting came from downstairs.
“Brother Tao?” Cheng Qianfan’s heart moved and he asked.
“Xiao Tao will not have any contact with you in the future. He has other tasks.”
“Brother Tao can’t be trusted either?” Cheng Qianfan hesitated again and again and finally asked.
“I believe in Xiao Tao, and I am willing to believe in every comrade.” Song Fuguo shook his head gently, “But I don’t believe in torture instruments.”
Cheng Qianfan looked surprised. Under Song Fuguo's gaze, he nodded silently and did not ask any more questions.
Boss Tao is back after paying the bill.
“Cousin.”
“Let’s go.” Boss Song said politely, “Officer Cheng, I’ll take care of everything.”
“Boss Song, please relax, Cheng will help you handle this matter soon.”
“Thank you.”
Boss Tao turned around and left after Song Fuguo, but stopped at the door and clasped his fists at Cheng Qianfan, "Brother Cheng, I liked the gift last time. Thank you."
"As long as you like it." Cheng Qianfan smiled and said, "Since my niece likes it, I will buy it next time."
“Brother Cheng, take care.” Boss Tao smiled, said nothing more, clasped his fists, and turned to leave.
Looking at Boss Tao holding an oil paper package in one hand and following Song Fuguo away with long strides, Cheng Qianfan had an inexplicable intuition that it might be difficult for him and Boss Tao to see each other again this time.
…
Cheng Qianfan first went to the dim sum shop on the street and bought two dim sums.
Go to the paper treasure shop again and buy ingots.
Song Fuguo arranged for him to go to Hangzhou for training. Cheng Qianfan thought carefully and acted cautiously, without the possibility of being exposed to the secret service.
The trip to Hangzhou was indeed a training exercise, not a trap.
It's just that the incident was too sudden and disrupted his plan.
Although the identity of ‘Zhu Yuan’ has not been fully identified, there are various signs that there is something wrong with this person, and this matter has always been a hidden danger.
The Baicao Ingredients Shop on Xiafei Road and the Huichang Tea House in the Chenghuang Temple. According to Lao Mo's instructions, these two places should be the cover for Rite.
Because he lost contact with the organization, he was unable to report this information to the organization in a timely manner.
In addition, I have successfully infiltrated the Secret Service and will soon go to Hangzhou for training. This situation should also be reported to the organization and filed.
Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples. He felt tired and lonely now.
Now he is a lonely soldier fighting in the enemy's lair. Not only does the dangerous environment make him feel like he is walking on thin ice, the most important thing is that this feeling of loneliness tortures him all the time.
Comrade ‘Zhulin’ once said that the most difficult thing about working underground is that you must always dream of light in your heart when you are in endless darkness.
Cheng Qianfan now understands the meaning of this sentence more and more.
…
Xue Huali Road, the duty room of the Central Patrol Room.
The policemen were still discussing the Yandli shooting case, and they all lamented that Xiao Cheng was so lucky that he could escape such an ambush.
“Xiao Cheng is really lucky.”
“Yeah, I saw the scene, there were bullet casings all over the floor.”
“Do you think the Russians are crazy?”
Lao Huang suddenly rushed in with a panicked expression.
“Lao Huang, are you drunk again?” Liu Bo asked with a smile.
"Old Mo, Old Mo..." Lao Huang bent over and panted.
“Lao Huang, didn’t I ask you to go see Lao Mo?” Ma Yishou frowned and asked, “You haven’t gone yet?”
"Old Mo..." Old Huang's face turned red, and he finally regained his breath. He shouted in panic, "Old Mo is dead!"
Everyone was stunned.
“What?” Liu Bo exclaimed in surprise.
“Old Huang, did you get drunk before noon?” Ma Yishou frowned and patted the table.
"Ma Tou." Lao Huang waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not lying. Lao Mo is really dead. I went to his house and the door was locked. I called Lao Mo, Lao Mo, but no one answered me."
“No one responded, and it’s not like he’s dead.” Da Toulu said.
"Listen to me." Lao Huang was anxious. "I leaned hard against the crack of the door and looked, and saw a man hanging from the beam. He looked like Lao Mo."
Everyone was shocked and finally realized that Lao Huang was not drunk and talking drunkenly. It was almost certain that something had really happened to Lao Mo.
Just, Lao Mo hanged himself?
Everyone is shaking their heads, will that **** hang himself? Impossible.
Scourge has lasted for thousands of years. Nowadays, a bad guy like Lao Mo has the best life. He is willing to hang himself?
…
Cheng Qianfan went out again. He called a rickshaw and took a long detour to a pastry shop.
This store's Qingtuanzi is a time-honored brand and is famous far and wide.
Many old men would rather suffer the soles of their feet and come here every year before and after the Qingming Festival to buy a portion to satisfy the appetite they have been waiting for for a year.
Carrying a food box, Cheng Qianfan strolled down the street.
Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
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