At No. 14, Dexingli, Shancheng District, an elegant and quaint courtyard stands deep in the streets and alleys. The yard has yellow walls and green tiles. The internal buildings are raised with beams and eaves, and they are also in a Western style.

The gate of the courtyard is closed all day long, which is quite mysterious. The golden signboard of the "Jinlan Club" is hung on the gate, and there are often jewel-like noble ladies.

The people around him have many speculations about this place, and all kinds of news are spreading with eyes. Only the local police station and officials know that the background of these ladies is not simple, and some cadets have squeezed their heads and wanted to join, but they have never been able to do so.

The morning after Zhong Xiao returned to the mountain city from the Women's Normal School, the Jinlan Club was crowded with doors, and cars with military or government license plates were constantly stopped at the door.

Immediately, a series of elegant and elegant officials walked into the yard surrounded by their followers and greeted a woman about thirty years old and gentle and dignified.

"President Sima, your outfit is so beautiful today."

"Mrs. Li, you have been awarded the prize. Please come in quickly, Miss Kong will arrive later."

"Oh, okay."

Sima Linglong, the president of the Jinlan Association, smiled with a hint of enthusiasm, and was a little alienated. She familiarly invited the members into the main room. Her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. She did not make people feel neglected, nor did she show her intention of deliberate pleasing. She also mentioned Miss Kong's name.

When they heard Miss Kong, the members were all smiling. They attended the Jinlan Club to get along with the daughter of the Kong family and help her husband and father and brother go further in their careers. They were naturally very happy to know that the other party would come today.

Soon, the main room that combines Chinese and Western styles was filled with people. Several beautiful waitresses carefully served wartime luxury goods such as South American coffee and Siguo black tea. Everyone drank and chatted, laughing and talking for a while, and it was very lively.

At around 10 o'clock in the morning, Zhong Xiao also arrived at No. 14, Dexingli. She looked at Sima Linglong, smiled and nodded and entered the room by herself.

More than ten minutes later, Miss Kong Er, wearing a big back and a cigar in her arms, appeared at the door. Sima Linglong's eyes lit up and she hurriedly walked up to say hello to the other party, completely losing the reserve she had just now.

Miss Kong Er waved her hand casually and walked into the main room with great strides. It immediately attracted greetings from the official wives and ladies. It took a long time to sit down.

Sima Linglong stood with a smile on the side. Seeing this, she looked at the watch on her wrist, patted her hands gently, and the waitresses bowed and slowly withdrew.

Miss Kong Er on the main seat leaned against the back of the chair with her legs crossed, looking very heroic. She picked up the cup and tasted the coffee, with a look of disgust on her face.

"President Sima, I still have to drink Abinesia (formerly known as Ethiopia, coffee origin). I will ask you to give you a few cans. By the way, I wonder why I called Kong today?"

Sima Linglong bowed to her slightly when she heard this, nodded to other members, and saw that everyone was looking at her, and slowly spoke.

"Everyone, the government started a war with the Northwest troops in Jiangnan a few days ago. Although it won the victory, there were many casualties. I was determined to raise some medicines and condolences for the frontline soldiers in the name of the Jinlan Society. What do you think?"

As the saying goes, talking about money hurts feelings, talking about feelings hurts money. When I heard that I had to donate money, the officials and wives smiled on the surface, but they were a little resistant in their hearts.

Nowadays, everything is fake, only banknotes and gold bars are real, just a group of Qiu Ba. What qualifications do they have to pay for money? If they die, they will die.

Sima Linglong was not in a hurry because she failed to get the response from the member. She turned her eyes to Miss Kong Er who was shaking her head, wanting to hear the other party's opinions.

Miss Kong Er's eyes rolled, thinking of her father and brother's scolding her, and the public's comments on her, thinking that this was a good opportunity to show off, so she patted the coffee table beside her.

"Donate! Kong gave $1,000!"

With Miss Kong Er's lead, the members were so stingy that they immediately paid for money and were afraid of falling behind.

"I'll pay $500."

"I have a batch of medicinal materials at home and I am willing to donate them all to the frontline."

"Our master saved a few tons of grain and donated them together."

In the crowd, Zhong Xiao raised his hand and reported a number, which was no more or less, $800, which was slightly lower than the vice president Miss Kong Er and higher than other officials.

Such a big move attracted Miss Kong Er's attention. The two looked at each other from a distance, and Zhong Xiao smiled shyly, without saying anything, and looked like a ladylike person.

After counting the amount of donations and supplies, Sima Linglong thanked everyone, saying that she would send the property to the front line as soon as possible, and would provide account books for everyone to check, and acted very safely.

The members couldn't help but feel satisfied. They are rich and willing to use money to please Miss Kong Er, which does not mean that they are willing to be cheated of money.

It seemed to be to show justice and selflessness, Sima Linglong asked everyone who had a way in the third war zone and was preparing to send the property through acquaintances so that no one could greedy for it.

Everyone knew Guo Jun's virtues naturally. A fat lady stood up and replied that her brother was the logistics director of the Third War Zone and was in charge of the distribution of materials.

Sima Linglong clasped her hands together and thanked her a few words, and inadvertently asked where the headquarters of the Third War Zone was located so that she could send someone to hand over the handover.

The fat lady didn't think much and told the truth about what she knew: "I heard from my brother that the headquarters is in Kaoshan Village, Zaotou, Ganzhou Province, but it will be moved to Jianyang, Minzhou Province in a few days. I will inform the president of the specific date and location at that time."

Feeling that he was stolen, another person added: "Yes, the leader is deeply dissatisfied with the fall of Zhejiang Province. He has repeatedly ordered the Third War Zone to drive away the Japanese in Zhejiang Province. The Weihui Association of the Army has formulated a corresponding plan. The War Zone Command does have plans to relocate to Jianyang so that it can command nearby."

Sima Linglong nodded, and the smile on her face never stopped. After hearing this, she turned to look at a member who was dressed simply and acted in a low-key manner.

"Mrs. Yang, Deputy Director Yang is in charge of the Ministry of the Interior's transportation convoy. Can you ask him to help transport the things to the third war zone?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The middle-aged woman, known as Mrs. Yang, hesitated for a moment, did not agree directly, and expressed that she would go home to discuss with her husband before replying, which made the members chuckled.

Hearing the faint laughter, Mrs. Yang's face remained unchanged and continued to hold the teacup as a hidden person. She could help some of her busyness, but she could not touch some of her busyness. She didn't want to implicate her husband.

Miss Kong Er was deeply bored when she listened to everyone's discussions. She raised her hand and covered her mouth and yawned. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and called Mrs. Yang.

"Mrs. Yang, what I told you last time, Deputy Director Yang agreed to do that. The food in the rear is priced at one day. We have to hurry up and get the food in from the Southeast Asian Games.

There are checkpoints everywhere on the Yunnan-Burma Highway. Without the approval of your Deputy Director Yang, the military convoy cannot enter. Don't worry, I will never break my promise."

The members were shocked. When did Miss Kong be so easy to talk to? She was so polite to the wife of a deputy director? Is there an adult behind the other party?

Mrs. Yang didn't want to say such things in front of so many people, but Miss Kong Er had to answer, so she had to say vaguely.

"Ms. Kong, the government is very concerned about the Yunnan-Burma Highway. Except for military supplies, all other materials are prohibited from being transported. There are also inspections from the Military Control Commission along the way. This matter needs to be discussed in a long time."

Miss Kong Er shook her hand and said indifferently: "Your Lao Yang has a good relationship with Deputy Director Zuo of the Military Control Commission. Just transport some food. Deputy Director Zuo will give him this face."

Mrs. Yang thought about it, glanced at the members again, and whispered: "Then the director you mentioned last time..."

"What director is the deputy minister? I will tell my aunt." Miss Kong Er was full of confidence and decided to make the appointment of a deputy minister while talking and laughing.

Everyone did not doubt whether Miss Kong Er had the ability to cause this matter at all. Who wouldn't know that the wife was the most pampering to the other party? With the help of Deputy Director Left of the Military Control Commission, Deputy Director Yang would not be long before she would become Deputy Minister Yang.

I really didn't expect that Mrs. Yang's family actually had this relationship with Deputy Director Zuo. The confidant who was the leader, who accompanied his wife to the danger to Chang'an and made a contribution to rescue the emperor.

With such a person as his backer, why worry about the future of the officialdom? The members who were just mocking Mrs. Yang's instant change of face, and they kept saying all kinds of flattery and flattering words like they don't have money.

Half an hour later, Miss Kong Er left the Jinlan Club first, and others also offered to say goodbye.

Sima Linglong sent people away one by one, and in the end, only Zhong Xiao was left. The two stood in the middle of the yard and chatted in a low voice.

"Mr. Bian is busy lately?"

"He went to the front line and sent someone to send me a letter."

"Well, there has been no movement in your mansion recently, you can study with peace of mind."

"Okay, thank you for your concern, then I'll leave first."

Zhong Xiao tied his hair into his temples, Lianbu moved out of the door and got into his own car, and soon disappeared.

Looking at the car going away, Sima Linglong turned around and returned to the main room and sat with a man who appeared at some unknown time.

"Is anyone following her on the way?"

“No, very clean.”

"Where are around Zhong Mansion?"

"There are many strangers in the Hongdian restaurant. I went to see it myself. Most of the workers have accents in Jingzhen, Ganzhou Province and eat buckwheat rice. There is no problem."

"Well, although you and I are not afraid of Shancheng, you should be careful. Please use your relationship to check Bian Jichao's whereabouts to see if he has really gone to the front line."

"good."

"Also, find a way to find out the details of the Guofu Steel Reorganization Plan. My hometown needs this information."

"I understand, I'll leave first."

The man got up and left, and disappeared into the darkness when he went out, but the main and back doors of Jin Lanhui were closed and no one was seen entering and leaving.

That night, the guard room of Huangshan official residence received a call. The caller was a director of the Military Weihui, with the purpose of verifying the number of guards.

The guard who answered the phone reported a number as required and pointed out the name of the person who was out of the toll, including Bian Jichao. After hanging up the phone, the guard nodded to Wu Chunyang beside him.

Wu Chunyang recorded the name and position of the telegrapher on the monitoring record, picked up another insider telephone to contact the headquarters, and asked the person to be secretly identified.
Chapter completed!