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Chapter 2060 Shipping Company
Chapter 2060 Shipping Company
Shanghai Special Higher Police Department.
A car drove out of the Special Higher Police Department's compound.
Third floor, section chief's office.
Arao Tomohiro stood by the window, the curtains were drawn, and he lifted the curtain with his right hand, revealing a pair of eyes looking outside.
His gaze was icy.
"Is Masayuki Furukawa still in Shanghai?" Tomohiro Arao asked.
“Yes, Section Chief,” Yoshimura Shinpachi said. “Mr. Furukawa visited Consul Imamura at the Consulate General yesterday.”
Arao Tomohiro nodded slightly and fell into deep thought.
My grandson Shinta has been spending a lot of time with Masayuki Furukawa these past few days, and he's already aware of the situation.
Although my grandson Shinta has not made any unusual moves so far, Arao Tomohiro has always been secretly wary of this subordinate.
……
"Arrange for a few people to keep a close watch," said Tomohiro Arao. "We need to find out where Masayuki Furukawa went and who he met."
Masayuki Furukawa met secretly with my grandson Shinta, but not with him, the head of the Shanghai Special Higher Police Section, which made Tomohiro Arao suspicious.
“Hai,” Yoshimura Shinpachi said.
"Any progress or discoveries from Lu Tonghui's side?" Arao Tomohiro asked.
“Not for now,” Yoshimura Shinpachi said. “A few days ago, Lu Tonghui said he saw someone whose back looked a lot like Mao Xuanyi, but he never saw that person again, so that lead went cold.”
“There’s no rush.” Arao Tomohiro shook his head slightly and said, “We need to be patient in dealing with Xiao Mian’s Special Affairs Department.”
He stretched and said, "In any case, the fact that we have information about Mao Xuanyi and that Lu Tonghui knows Mao Xuanyi is already a huge step forward."
With a whoosh.
With a flick of his wrist, Arao Tomohiro drew back the curtains, and the warm winter sun immediately rushed in.
"Winter is here, but can spring be far behind?" Arao Tomohiro said with a slight smile.
……
"Winter is here, but can spring be far behind?" Han Lin closed his textbook, his expression excited, and pumped his fist as he said, "In the Pacific theater, the Japanese are completely on the defensive. In the European theater, the German army is retreating on the Eastern Front. In the African theater, the German Desert Fox has also begun to suffer defeats."
"Comrades!" he exclaimed, raising his arms. "Dawn is just around the corner, the first light is just around the corner! Our resistance—"
Han Lin shouted, "Victory is certain!"
"The war of resistance will be won!"
"The war of resistance will be won!"
Six progressive workers at Rifeng Textile Factory raised their fists in unison and whispered battle cries!
After seeing the workers off, Han Lin carefully picked up the small piece of chalk from the ground and put it in his pocket.
Previously, he was arrested by the police and, with the help of a lawyer hired by the Party organization, he was sentenced to three years in prison for illegal assembly and engaging in illegal righteous activities.
Before the Wang Jingwei regime took over the French Concession, the organization bribed an official at the Bazichang Prison to bail him out early, thus avoiding the persecution of Red Party members, Chongqing personnel, and other anti-Japanese patriots after the Japanese took over the French Concession.
Han Lin did not leave Shanghai after that. Although his identity had been exposed, he insisted on staying in Shanghai to continue fighting. This was his hometown, the land of his motherland, and he was willing to fight regardless of everything.
……
Han Lin is writing a letter.
He laid a sheet of letter paper on the book, took a fountain pen from the drawer, and unscrewed the cap.
Han Lin glanced at the pen in his hand, took a deep breath, and felt a lump in his throat.
This fountain pen was a gift from his good friend Qin Di!
"Xiao Pan, it's like seeing you in person."
"We've been apart for 364 days now, and tomorrow will be our one-year anniversary."
"Every time I dream of you, I see your smile, and my heart is filled with a radiant feeling..."
"The War of Resistance has entered its twelfth year, and it will soon be the thirteenth. Japanese imperialism is already on the decline..."
"Xiao Pan, I am now absolutely certain, and I am also eagerly anticipating the day when the War of Resistance against Japan will be won..."
"I will gather a bouquet of flowers, carrying my longing for you day and night, to visit you, to share the joy of victory with you, to tell you of the time I've spent missing you, and to tell you the story of our enduring land and the eternal Chinese civilization..."
……
Han Lin put away his pen and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.
Then, without hesitation, he lit the letter in the candlelight.
Han Lin was stunned for a moment as he watched the freshly written letter turn to ashes.
Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of Xiao Pan's sacrifice.
Then he looked at the pen in his hand.
Qin Di has been gone for five and a half years.
My dearest love, friends, and comrades, I miss you all.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the door.
Han Lin's expression suddenly turned serious. He took out a grenade from the drawer, unscrewed the safety cap without making a sound, and hooked a finger around the pull cord.
……
"Be careful," Fan Xianyun said cautiously, glancing at the grenade in Han Lin's hand.
Comrade Han Lin's hand grenade was quite famous within the group.
Comrade Han Lin continued to stay in Shanghai to work undercover, with the determination and will to sacrifice himself; he would not give the enemy the opportunity to capture him.
The organization had repeatedly tried to persuade this brave comrade to leave Shanghai and work elsewhere, but Han Lin refused.
He knew he had been arrested by the police before, and his photo was on file at the intelligence headquarters. Staying to continue working was dangerous; this danger referred to the potential impact his arrest would have on his colleagues. Therefore, Han Lin's solution was:
Once exposed, he will keep the danger to himself.
……
"The Shipping Bureau?" Han Lin pondered, then asked Fan Xianyun.
“Yes.” Fan Xianyun nodded. “I remember your father used to work at Taikoo Shipping.”
"Yes." Han Lin nodded.
"Do you still have any acquaintances at the Shipping Bureau?" Fan Xianyun asked.
“Yes,” Han Lin said.
“I’m referring to reliable acquaintances,” Fan Xianyun said with a serious expression. “They probably know your identity, so you need to make sure that your contact with them won’t lead to betrayal or being reported.”
“There is such a person,” Han Lin said after thinking carefully, “He is a good friend of my father…”
He added, "My father saved his life before he died; we were close friends."
"That's great!" Fan Xianyun said happily. He looked at Han Lin and said with a serious expression, "Comrade Han Lin, the organization has a very arduous and important task for you."
……
"Master." The young Taoist priest saluted Cheng Qianfan, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Good, very good." Cheng Qianfan returned the greeting and patted the young Taoist on the shoulder. "You're in excellent health."
The young Taoist priest had been arrested and subjected to inhumane interrogation. Although he was later successfully rescued, his body had suffered severe damage.
Fortunately, the young Taoist priest was a martial artist with a good foundation, and after two years of recuperation, he finally managed to recover his health.
“Tell me about this Shen Ling,” Cheng Qianfan said to the young Taoist priest.
“Shen Ling’s ancestors have always made a living by the water,” the young Taoist priest said. “He is an excellent swimmer. More than ten years ago, a minor official in the National Government’s tax bureau fell into the water, and it was Shen Ling who jumped into the river to save his life. It was because of this opportunity that he got a job in the tax bureau.”
"After the Japanese occupied Shanghai, many people from the tax bureau fled to the southwest. Shen Ling's mother was ill and could not travel far, so he had to stay in Shanghai. The Japanese established the Shipping Bureau, and he continued to work there."
……
"Is it reliable?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
This is crucial.
The young Taoist priest was a wanted criminal listed by the Japanese and Wang Jingwei's special military and police agencies. As one of Xiao Mian's top generals, the Japanese and Nanjing authorities offered him a reward of three thousand silver dollars. Furthermore, if any public official assisted in capturing the young Taoist priest, they would be promoted two ranks in addition to the reward.
This is an irresistible temptation for many people.
“Shen Ling was frail and sickly when he was young, so his father went to the Taoist temple to divine his name and pray for his well-being. Later, he simply practiced at the Taoist temple for two and a half years.” The young Taoist priest thought for a moment and said, “Speaking of which, he and I are considered fellow disciples.”
“I know him well; he’s filial and loyal,” the young Taoist priest said, knowing what the chief was concerned about. “Based on my understanding of him, he would rather die than betray me.”
"Hmm." Cheng Qianfan nodded and said to the young Taoist priest, "Then you should contact Shen Ling and find out the situation through him."
"Don't worry, Chief, the Shen family has considerable connections in the waterways," the young Taoist said. "Unless the Japanese don't use waterways to transport gold, if they do, as long as Shen Ling finds a way to investigate, he will definitely be able to figure it out."
"As I said before, be careful in everything," Cheng Qianfan advised.
"clear."
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chongqing.
No. 19, Luojiawan.
This was Qiao Chuntao's first visit to the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
“Qiao Chuntao.” Dai Chunfeng looked at Qiao Chuntao, a rare smile appearing on his face. “You are very good, very good. You have not let me down.”
"It's all thanks to the director's excellent guidance," Qiao Chuntao said, saluting.
Hearing that Qiao Chuntao addressed him as "class teacher" instead of "Director," Dai Chunfeng was not angry at all; in fact, he was very pleased.
He was also very surprised. Back then, Qiao Chuntao had excelled in all the assessments at Xiongzhen Tower, but her personality was too aloof. He never expected that after so many years of frontline experience, her personality would have changed so much.
"Sit down, sit down," Dai Chunfeng invited.
"Yes!" Qiao Chuntao sat down as instructed, his back ramrod straight.
……
Qiao Chuntao sighed inwardly. These words, or rather, these actions, were all taken in accordance with his wife's instructions.
Upon learning that Boss Dai had summoned her, his wife gave him a series of instructions.
Dai Chunfeng inquired in detail about Qiao Chuntao's work at the Special Affairs Bureau in Shanghai, as well as his journey from Nanjing to Chongqing. Finally, he also inquired about the living conditions of Qiao Chuntao and his wife after arriving in Chongqing.
"I heard you just became a father?" Dai Chunfeng asked with a smile.
“Yes, Director,” Qiao Chuntao said, “it’s my son.”
"Good son! Like father, like son." Dai Chunfeng laughed heartily, then opened a drawer and took out a longevity lock made of pure gold. "Take this."
"Director, this..."
"It's not for you, it's for your son," Dai Chunfeng said, glaring at Qiao Chuntao.
"Yes!"
……
Yang Erbao saw Director Dai Chunfeng personally escorting an extremely handsome man out the door.
He was very surprised and secretly memorized the man's appearance and the matter.
That evening, Yang Erbao specially prepared a table of delicious dishes at home and hosted a dinner for Mao Fulin.
"Oh dear, it's just the two of us brothers, how did we manage to prepare such a large meal?" Mao Fulin glanced at the table and said with a smile.
"When it comes to family meals, we should eat and drink well," Yang Erbao said with a smile.
“I love to hear that,” Mao Fulin said happily.
The work at the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau was quite oppressive. Although he didn't have to worry about anyone deliberately making things difficult for him because of his connections with his fellow townsmen in Jiangshan and the Mao clan, the work of a secret service agency was ultimately very oppressive.
Fortunately, Yang Erbao, a friend who had gone through thick and thin with her, was there. Their relationship has progressed rapidly in the past year or two, and they can be said to be best friends.
……
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Seeing that Mao Fulin was already quite drunk, Yang Erbao began trying to get information out of him.
"Speaking of which, I've often heard that there are men who are more handsome than women, but I never believed it at all," Yang Erbao said. "However, after seeing that person today, I've had my eyes opened and I can finally believe it."
"That person? Which one?" Mao Fulin squinted, let out a burp, and asked.
"It's the one that the Director himself saw out," Yang Erbao said. "Brother Mao didn't see him? That's a real pity."
He knew it was Mao Fulin who delivered the tea to the bureau chief's office, so how could he not have seen that man before?
"Ah, who are you talking about?" Mao Fulin patted his head and said, "That's right, she's even more beautiful than a woman, truly."
"Who is that person? He must be someone important." Yang Erbao asked in a low voice. "I rarely see the Director personally seeing guests off."
……
“Guests? No, no, no, those aren’t guests.” Mao Fulin shook his head, waved his hand, and laughed as he said, “They’re our own people from the Military Intelligence Bureau.”
"No way," Yang Erbao said in surprise. "He looks so young, how could the Director treat him like this?"
“That’s a hero,” Mao Fulin said. “He’s a great hero who came back from the front lines, so naturally the Director would think highly of him.”
“Not just the front lines, but the most important front lines,” he said, flicking his cigarette ash.
"Back from the front lines?" Yang Erbao pondered, then said, "And the most important front lines, where is that?"
“Where else could it be but Shanghai?” Mao Fulin said. “If we’re talking about the most dangerous place, Shanghai is definitely one of the top two, even more dangerous than Manchuria.”
“That’s true.” Yang Erbao nodded. “From Shanghai Station to Shanghai District, it was damaged several times, and we suffered considerable losses.”
"But the Shanghai district is gone, so where did this great contributor come from?" He looked at Mao Fulin and asked, puzzled.
“The Shanghai district is gone, but the Shanghai Special Affairs Bureau has always been there,” Mao Fulin said with a smile, his tone tinged with admiration. “They were Director Xiao Mian’s top lieutenant.”
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