[Tuyan] Yimu

"Su, look, it's from Shanghai." The young man put down the headset of the radio station, and quickly glanced at the telegram that had just been translated through the key.

Su Zheng read today's morning newspaper boredly under the scorching sun.An Fen got up and sent the telegram documents to him, and then he put down the newspaper, crossed his legs, and squinted his eyes pierced by the sun: "You just read it, why bother me to read it. I didn't see that I was reading it. Looking at the heroic appearance of Chairman Jiang?" While talking, he flicked the front page of the newspaper with his slender hand.

An Fen's mouth twitched: "It's none of your business, you're so proud of me, yet you still despise my ugly handwriting, you can translate it yourself..."

Su shook the newspaper with a swipe. "read!"

"...At the end of the year, the Eastern Gate will open, there will be bull-headed and horse-faced people going out, and we are going to post god tea at home." After An Fen finished reading, he looked at Su Dao, "So, this time, I will be sent to the Intelligence Section of Shanghai Station to monitor the Japanese and the Japanese. Definitely him."

Su flipped through the newspaper: "Yes, there must be that follower."

"What kind of follower, pay attention to what you say, ah, that's my cousin!"

"Yes, cousin, cousin!" Su replied impatiently, "Your family is really strange, and I don't know who is the real one." He lowered the edge of the newspaper and glanced at An Fen with his eyes. , "It's none of your business here, go and make me a pot of tea."

It's not past twelve o'clock in the morning.The only small photo studio at the intersection of Nanyang Street had its black curtains drawn. Turning left and right, in the innermost dark room for developing negatives, there was a dimly lit small oil lamp with a black handle, separated by another layer of black curtains.

Sitting in front of the lamp is a girl wearing a dark red flower and black satin cheongsam.With rouge red lips and puffy cheeks, she stared intently at the white paper in front of her.The skin on her hands was pleasantly white, and all ten fingernails were painted bright blood red, and her delicate fingertips tapped the buttons rhythmically.

Holding the earphone in one hand, she moved the pen from time to time, and wrote on the paper in smooth and beautiful words: It was dark on the sea in the east, the boss rushed home to look at the door, and worshiped the Stove Lord first.Brothers and sisters check whether there are any screwdrivers and nails left in the house, so that it is convenient to install the new chandelier.

After finishing the last stroke, she bit her lip excitedly, took several deep breaths, and finally confirmed that the translated text was correct.Telegrams are encrypted in multiple layers, and all words have corresponding translated vocabulary.She was looking forward to returning to this familiar position day and night, and she had already mastered the Chinese character decoding table by heart.She sorted out the telegram information in her heart:

The Japanese army will organize a new round of attack on Shanghai, and the new leader and deputy leader of the underground party organization at Shanghai Station are already in place, code-named "Door God" and "Stove God".The remaining lines of the underground station check whether there are guns and bullets left, and prepare to organize a new armed team.

She is like a jumping lark, wishing she could jump on a branch and sing the red passion in her heart.After writing the message quickly, she restrained her trembling wrist and added a sentence:

Comrade Luo Ping, you and I have long agreed that even if the red power in Shanghai has experienced such a terrible blow and complete damage, Yan'an will never give up on us and never leave this important battlefield against Japan.Now, one of the leaders of the underground organization, the "Door God", has come to Shanghai to guide the struggle, and the sun of victory has begun to emit its first ray of light!Shanghai must win, the Chinese nation must win!

Sign it, Rachel.

A large circle of reporters carrying heavy machines was surrounded by noise at the entrance of the building.In the living room of the Shanghai Municipal Office Building, a confidential meeting on the Japan-China joint military factory has just concluded.Everyone, you won't let me and I won't let you, are all vying to shoot the new Minister of Finance.

"You two, please stop." The financial representative of Japan, Matsuda Jiro, quickly caught up with the pace of the two in front.The two of them stopped when they heard the sound, and the slightly shorter one, who was wearing gold-rimmed round glasses, looked a bit refined and stood back slightly to highlight the subject of the conversation—tall, thin, dark gray woolen man Wearing a long windbreaker and wearing black leather boots, he stands upright like a soldier.Behind the calm eyes, there is an elusive deep thought.He pursed his lips and did not answer.

"It's the first time we met, I didn't expect Mr. An to have such a dubious and bold name despite his slender appearance," Matsuda smiled, and naturally reached out to shake hands with him.

This is the ultimate humiliation!The young man behind him, a cold light flashed on the lens, his fists on the sides were clenched tightly, and the knuckles on the fist suddenly protruded.

On the contrary, he didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations. He took his hand out of his pocket and shook it without any problems.

"I don't know much Chinese. Mr. An's Ji should be the Ji of Sheji. It seems that as long as Mr. An is there, your Chairman Wang's world will be stable..." Suddenly, Matsuda Jiro seemed to be in great pain. Unable to make a sound, but the pain in his wrist was only for a moment, so he was stunned for half a second before continuing, "It will definitely... Ding the country, Ding the country and Anbang..."

An Ji withdrew his hand, turned around and took out a handkerchief from his front pocket, wiped his hands and walked away unhurriedly.The young man who had been standing behind him, suppressing his anger with a smile on his face, took a step forward and bowed slightly: "Mr. Matsuda, I am Ayan, Mr. An's personal assistant. You still have something important to do today, so I won't waste your time." It's time. You might as well take advantage of this spare time to improve your physical fitness, especially your wrist strength." Although his tone was kind, his posture was as sharp as a steel blade, and his eyes didn't fall on Matsuda's pale face after speaking. He turned around and left.

The new Minister of Finance of the Wang Puppet Government, An Ji.

Traitors, lackeys, enemies of the nation.A social maggot who trades the flesh and blood of his compatriots for self-sufficiency and self-interest.

This is the most well-known identity of An's parents outside the country.And he has two more important and core identities, but only a few people know about them.

Chief of the intelligence section of the Military Command Shanghai Station, codenamed "Shentu". □□Leader of the underground party organization in Shanghai, codenamed "Door God".Another pair of "Yu Lei" and "Stove God" that appear very rarely but always go hand in hand with these two names belong to his personal assistant and also his younger brother An Yan.

The identities of An Ji and An Yan are intricate and their relationship is extremely delicate.At home, they are the eldest brother and second brother who respect the elder sister Anlu; in officialdom, they are senior government officials and office assistants;Aside from these external relationships, An Yan still has a little bit of complicated feelings for An Ji.

The eldest brother who provoked the An family was the adopted son of the An family.An Ji's biological parents were murdered 15 years ago, and his younger brother was kidnapped and disappeared, and he was never found again.An Ji escaped by luck because he ran into An Yan who was lost when he went out to the vegetable market.

At that time, An Ji was ten years old and An Yan was five years old.A gentle older child hugged a crying child, knocking on the door of An's house in the rain.

An Yan still remembers that scene.

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