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MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 28 meet
Chapter 28 Meeting
Cheng Qianfan stood on the street, holding a black umbrella in his hand. As Qingming approached, the rain in Shanghai continued to pour down.
Going to this unknown appointment, he likes rainy days.
Rainy days will cover a lot of things, and you can bring weapons reasonably.
This umbrella is a humble weapon.
His right hand drew a trace in the air, and shouted 'rickshaw'.
A rickshaw stopped beside him, Cheng Qianfan put away his umbrella, got in the car, and said to the driver, ‘Maggie Road, Fugui Restaurant. '
The rainy day did not restrain people from going out, the streets were bustling and lively.
There is a charming woman in a beautiful cheongsam, sitting in a rickshaw, passing him.
The woman didn't use the car's oil-paper shed, but held up a small orange umbrella. There was a faint smell of perfume in the air, which was the fragrance of peonies.
Cheng Qianfan sniffed it greedily, as if he wanted to inhale the fragrance into his lungs and lock it firmly. Behind his childhood house, a field of peonies was planted, which reminded him of his nostalgia.
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Lighting a cigarette, Cheng Qianfan was thinking about the upcoming meeting.
He knew that once he nodded to join the Secret Service, his situation would be even more dangerous, and it could even be described as perilous.
Lurking in the patrol room, although he is also in the enemy camp, but the patrol room is not a secret service agency after all, and the colleagues around him are not the same as professional spies.
I can hide very well in the patrol room. If I am lurking in the secret service, I may not be able to hide my identity for a long time in the face of these professional and ruthless spies.
Thinking about this, it's not that he flinched, he just reminded himself of the more brutal environment of struggle that he was about to face, and he couldn't be careless in the slightest.
Receiving a call from Boss Tao, Cheng Qianfan was nervous and even more excited.
After completing the task of eradicating the traitor Lao Mo, his heart felt empty.
Infiltrating into the Secret Service was an order given by Comrade Zhulin before he was arrested. I thought this mission would end without a problem. Boss Tao's invitation made this mission open again.
For Cheng Qianfan who had lost contact with the organization, at this moment his whole heart was once again filled with fiery passion, and this enthusiasm dispelled the loneliness in his heart.
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"Stop." The aroma of bread wafted in the air.
"You wait for me here, I'll go shopping." Cheng Qianfan first handed the driver a one-yuan French currency, and the driver happily took it.
After a while, Cheng Qianfan returned with two pieces of bread wrapped in oiled paper bags, one large and one small, "Let's go."
Fugui Restaurant on Maggie Road has arrived.
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, held up a black umbrella, and handed over the one-yuan French currency, "You don't need to look for it."
The coachman took the money and bowed happily.
"Your bread, sir," shouted the coachman, leaving a small portion of bread on the carriage seat.
"I'll see you off, go back and give the child a taste." Cheng Qianfan didn't look back, waved his hand, held an umbrella, opened the door, and walked into the restaurant.
"Thank you Lennon, thank you Lennon." The coachman was very grateful.
Gudong, the coachman swallowed and smiled happily.
Pick up the old towel on the shoulder, and carefully wrap the bread. Such a good bread is expensive. The doll has never eaten it, so she must be very happy.
"Happy birthday, Mom." Cheng Qianfan said in his heart.
Today is the birthday of his mother Su Zhifu. In my memory, my father would cook himself, cook a table of meals, and cook a large bowl of noodles. My mother would specially put the meals in enamel bowls and give them to street children on the street. She said That makes sense.
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At the seat by the window on the second floor, Boss Tao whispered to Song Fuguo, "Team leader, he is here."
He didn't understand why Song Fuguo hadn't planned to go out in person, why he suddenly appeared half an hour ago.
Cheng Qianfan went up to the second floor under the leadership of the waiter, and saw Boss Tao and a middle-aged man in a long robe and jacket waiting.
"Brother Cheng, Mr. Tao is welcome." Boss Tao warmly greeted him with fists in both hands.
"It's Qian Fan who came late, Brother Laotao has been waiting for a long time." Cheng Qianfan arched his hands, "Who is this?"
"Inspector Cheng, I've admired you for a long time." Song Fuguo stood up and clasped his fists, "I, Song Fuguo, Xiaotao's cousin, little Tao has been taken care of by Inspector Cheng. Song is very grateful."
"It turned out to be Mr. Song." Cheng Qianfan cupped his fists and said with a hearty smile, "Brother Tao and I hit it off right away, Mr. Song is very polite."
Boss Tao has a good face and is used to talking. With him in the middle, the three of them talked and laughed happily, and they quickly became acquainted.
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The wine has three rounds, and the food has five flavors.
Boss Tao talked about the batch of goods he bought from Hong Kong a month ago, and the cargo ship was seized by the Japanese army during inspection, which can be said to have lost everything.
Boss Tao sighed for a while, and even cursed at the despicable behavior of the Japanese.
"Okay, if the goods are gone, they will be gone, as long as the people are okay." Song Fuguo sighed and persuaded, "The country's affairs are difficult. The Japanese invaded our land and killed my compatriots. We wait for the people to stay away and feel bad luck." , what else can I do?"
"I just feel useless. I am a dignified Chinese. How can I be bullied by the little Japanese?" Boss Tao took a sip of his wine.
Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat, he knew that the show was coming.
"Inspector Cheng is doing things in the patrol room, and his vision is wide-eyed. Xiao Tao, you admire him very much." Song Fuguo got up and poured a glass of wine for Cheng Qianfan, "What does Inspector Cheng think of the situation in Shanghai today?"
Cheng Qianfan took the jug politely, poured a glass of wine for Song Fuguo, and then sat down and said, "After the 128th World War, the national army withdrew in grief and indignation. It is a great disgrace to allow the garrison."
Boss Tao's face changed, and he was about to say something, but was stopped by Song Fuguo's hidden eyes.
"Yes, the majestic state government is so useless." Song Fuguo said with a sigh and indignation.
"Mr. Song's words are wrong." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, "Qianfan has no intention of complaining about the government, but just resents the ambition of the Japanese invaders. Give the Japanese an opportunity to take advantage of, if we are united in one mind, there will be no chance for the Japanese invaders to show off their prestige."
"Inspector Cheng is referring to the Red Party?" Song Fuguo said with a slight smile.
"Red Fei?" Cheng Qianfan snorted, "If it weren't for the constant banditry and the national army's entanglement here, how could a large area of the country be lost?"
Speaking, Cheng Qianfan drank the wine in the glass suddenly, and said with emotion, "Bandits are not clean, Zhang Hansheng is incompetent, and the dignified China is humiliated by Japanese pirates!"
Hearing this, Song Fuguo was overjoyed. He had heard that this person had a bad attitude towards the Red Party in the patrol room, and it was true.
"Inspector Cheng, be careful." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "General Zhang is a senior general in our army, and we always respect him. Please, Inspector Cheng, don't make things difficult for us."
"Respected?" Cheng Qianfan sneered, and then showed hesitation. Looking at the two people opposite, his expression changed, "Mr. Song, you, you—."
While speaking, he jumped up, fixed his eyes on the other party, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Mr. Song, who are you?"
Thank you very much for your old friend [JimWest] for your reward, please collect it, ask for a recommendation ticket, thank you for your support. There was a frisbee competition in the park the day before yesterday. I was watching from the sidelines, but my arm was hit by a frisbee that flew out of the field. It was swollen and painful, and it was difficult to code words. Please bear with me.
(end of this chapter)