usatvline Chapter 1783 Delivered to the Door
Chapter 1783 Delivered to the Door
Chapter 1783 Delivered to the Door
French Concession, a courtyard on the outskirts of the East District.
In the main room, beside the dim oil lamp, the eyes of several young people were flashing with eager and bright light.
"The tracks, stations, bridges, culverts, water towers, etc. along the Zhengtai Road were all destroyed, and important enemy strongholds along the line, such as Niangzi Pass, Yangquan, Dingxian, Gaobeidian, etc., were all captured."
"The Tongpu, Pinghan, Deshi, and Bac Ninh railways were all cut off, and several major roads were also destroyed, paralyzing the enemy's main transportation in North China." Cao Zhibin excitedly read the handwritten intelligence in his hand.
"On September 6, our 129th Division ambushed the enemy in the Shuangfeng area northwest of Yushe, surrounded the enemy's 36th Division's Nagano Battalion, and basically annihilated it."
"On the same day, our troops of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region surrounded more than 200 enemies advancing southward from Shangshe in the north of Yu County and annihilated most of them. Only more than 40 people escaped back to Yu County."
"When our 120th Division's troops captured Kangjiahui, an important stronghold on the Jingle Highway in Xin County, more than 50 enemy defenders were wiped out." Han Lin snatched the paper from Cao Zhibin's hand and read excitedly.
"Great." Several young people applauded happily. "This series of battles has boosted the morale of our anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians and dealt a great blow to the arrogance of the Japanese invaders."
"Keep your voice down." Han Lin raised his hand to remind several comrades.
He took out his pocket watch and checked the time. "It's getting late. Hurry up and write the slogan and post it at night."
"That's right. We must announce this good news to the citizens of Shanghai as soon as possible." Cao Zhibin said happily.
……
It was early morning and the night was still dark.
The bustling Xiafei Road has become quiet at this time.
Han Lin held the bucket of paste in his hand and quickly and skillfully brushed it on the wall, then took out the slogan from the cloth bag and quickly pasted it on.
After working for most of the night and finally posting the last slogan, he looked at the slogan on the wall, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and an expression of joy and pride appeared on his face.
These slogans that proclaimed our victory in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression were like daggers stabbing at the Japanese invaders, and were the clarion calls that inspired the people in the occupied areas!
Meng Fanyu hid in the dark. He had done his research long ago. As one of the most prosperous streets in the French Concession, the Xiafei District would definitely not be missed by the Red Party if they wanted to post slogans.
He had been waiting in secret these days, but had not gained anything for several days. He thought his plan had failed, but he did not expect that his efforts would eventually paid off.
He quietly followed the young man who posted the slogan and saw him enter a Shikumen residence in the Central District and secretly wrote down the house number.
……
That morning, Meng Fanyu came here again and inquired secretly.
The family's surname is Han. The head of the family works as an accountant in the vegetable market. There are three children in the family. The eldest daughter is in her twenties and is already married. The youngest daughter is only in her teens. There is also a son who is now twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
Just at this moment, the door opened and a young man came out of the house.
Meng Fanyu immediately recognized that this person was the young man who posted the Red Party’s anti-Japanese slogans at night, and also the only son of the family, Han Lin.
Meng Fanyu was overjoyed. He did not choose to follow Han Lin, but left quietly.
When I returned to the apartment, Qiao Xiaohui had already gone out. I guess she went out to play cards again.
Meng Fanyu sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette and thought carefully.
After discovering the traces of the Red Party, he hesitated whether to report to Sakami Umezumi or use this opportunity to establish a relationship with Cheng Qianfan.
After a little thought, Meng Fanyu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He had already made a decision in his mind.
The Japanese cannot be trusted!
Although the Japanese's pie is big and round, he can see clearly that the Japanese are trying to squeeze out the last bit of surplus value from him. It is unlikely that he will expect the Japanese to keep their promise to give him a sum of money and send him to the United States to retire.
On the contrary, it was that 'Young Master Cheng' who valued not only Cheng Qianfan's power and influence in the French Concession, but most importantly, the fact that this man had a big business. Jiujiu Trading had frequent business dealings with overseas. If he could make friends with Cheng Qianfan, he might be able to fulfill his wish of escaping overseas and enjoying the rest of his life.
Having made up his mind, Meng Fanyu did not hesitate any longer. He went to wash up, changed into a neat suit, thought for a while, took some money, and left in a hurry.
……
"Brother Fan, someone wants to see you." Haozi walked into the office and said to Brother Fan.
"Who?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
He was in a very good mood. The latest war situation in the north had arrived. Our Eighth Route Army had inflicted heavy damage on the Japanese army. Cheng Qianfan felt as relaxed as if he had drunk a glass of iced Coke in the dog days of summer.
"It's the Meng Fanyu I met last time at Sincere Department Store." Haozi said.
"It's him?" Cheng Qianfan raised his eyebrows. "Have you checked that Youmei Foreign Company?"
"I checked it out, and it's just an empty shell." Haozi said, "It was just registered with the Municipal Council."
Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly.
"Brother Fan, do you want to see him?" Haozi asked.
"Just say I don't have time now." Cheng Qianfan said, "Tell him to come back after lunch."
"clear."
After a while, Haozi came back, "Brother Fan, Meng Fanyu said that he would host a banquet at Chunfengdeyi Building, and invite Brother Fan to be the host at noon."
"How much benefit did you receive?" Cheng Qianfan asked with a smile.
"Two hundred dollars." Haozi said with a smile, "This guy is quite generous."
"Two hundred yuan?" Cheng Qianfan shook his head slightly, "It's enough to cover the cost."
"Brother Fan, are you going there at noon?" asked Haozi.
"Then let's meet." Cheng Qianfan said, "You go and arrange it."
"I understand." Haozi nodded. This man obviously had an unknown origin. It was okay to meet him, but he had to do a good job of protecting Brother Fan.
……
At the entrance of Chunfengdeyi Building.
As soon as Cheng Qianfan got off the car, he saw Meng Fanyu waiting attentively at the door.
"I am honored to have you, Mr. Cheng." Meng Fanyu said with a fist salute.
Cheng Qianfan nodded slightly.
Meng Fanyu led the way diligently.
Haozi led his men to follow him, went upstairs, came to the door of the private room, rushed in directly and checked it carefully.
"Brother Fan, it's safe." Haozi nodded at Brother Fan and said.
Cheng Qianfan then said to Meng Fanyu calmly, "I have many enemies, please don't be surprised, Mr. Meng."
"No way. Mr. Cheng is of noble status, so he must be on guard against villains. It is already presumptuous of me to invite you this time. It's my duty, it's my duty." Meng Fanyu said with a smile on his face.
After entering the private room, the other bodyguards withdrew. Meng Fanyu glanced at Haozi who stayed in the private room and wanted to ask him to leave. However, after thinking about it, he did not say it after all.
He had been inquiring about Cheng Qianfan's situation during this period, and he recognized this man as Cheng Qianfan's confidant Zhong Guohao.
It was obvious that Cheng Qianfan was very afraid of death, and since I had invited him so presumptuously, it was only right for me to keep him around.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the table full of food and wine, but ignored Meng Fanyu's courtesy and did not pick up his chopsticks. He glanced at him and said, "Mr. Meng, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"I am sorry for being rude." Meng Fanyu said with a smile, "Boss Cheng, I have found the thugs and I am reporting them to you."
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