Chapter 820 Sword Club

"The waves are rolling and the water flows eastward,

Dr. Lu held a banquet to invite the princes.

It was the thirteenth day of the month when I went to the meeting in person.

Seeing Guan Gong sitting on a smooth sailing boat..."

The day after the bombing of the Japanese convoy, in a private room of a bookstore in Shanghai, the sound of Su Cheng Pingtan was melodious and melodious. Zuo Zhong sat behind the table and listened to the song "The Society of Swords", tapping his fingers on the table to keep in time.

"When did your kid fall in love with Pingtan?"

While listening, Ban Jun walked in from outside the door and sat next to him and asked. In his memory, the other party was a progressive young man, but he would never listen to such "old-fashioned" things.

"It's rare to be relaxed."

Zuo Zhong did not look back and asked softly: "Our guests left a few dogs yesterday, have they been dealt with? This matter is of great importance and cannot make any mistakes."

"It's just one piece. It was cleaned up and the body was thrown into a pool in the suburbs. I did it myself." Ban Jun picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He glanced at the furnishings in the private room: "It's safe to say it here. I have a business idea here.

Let’s talk to you.”

"Safe, everyone on the left and right is my people."

Zuo Zhong blew the hot air from the tea cup and asked curiously: "Business, isn't our business finished? The machine is destroyed and the finished product is burned. Do you have any other discoveries?"

Ban Jun smiled slightly and talked about something calmly: "There was a cargo ship heading to Southeast Asia last night, and someone saw Shinoda Saburo on it. What, are you going to treat him with the same treatment as he did?"

Gan!

Why are there underground party spies everywhere? Zuo Zhong's nose was so angry after hearing this. Now he understood a little bit what it would be like to have a bald head more than ten years later, with eyes everywhere and a lot of fights.

But what does Lao Ban mean by this? Could it be that the underground party wants to participate in the plan to "copy the yen"? This is impossible. Baldhead and Lao Dai will never agree.

What does the government rely on to restrict the development of the underground party now? Firstly, it uses the banner of the only legitimate government to limit the party to a small area in the northwest.

The second is funds and materials. We fight with money and food, and we fight with weapons and ammunition. Currently, the underground party is surrounded by other forces and cannot even support war with war.

Originally, the two sides cooperated this time to destroy the Japanese counterfeit banknote factory, but the Fruit Party suffered a heavy loss, releasing many political prisoners and allocating a lot of supplies.

If the underground party has a fixed source of income, then it will be okay. The bald man may have to turn a blind eye even when sleeping. Zuo Zhong doesn't think he can convince this patient with persecution paranoia.

After thinking about it, he shook his head slightly: "Old Ban, let's forget about the business. This is a matter of principle. Jinling, oh no, Jiangcheng will not agree. You should understand the reason.

The only thing to blame is that your party is too capable. A million troops returned without success in the southwest. Naturally, the leader will regard you as a close enemy. You don’t need to say anymore that this is not something I can decide."

This matter could easily lead to anger, and Zuo Zhong felt that he could not get involved. He wanted to remain useful and continue to contribute to the cause of the party and the state.

Unexpectedly, Ban Jun not only didn't get angry after hearing this, but laughed out loud: "I told you, I'm doing a business with you, not a fruitful party. Of course I know what that leader has in mind.

But your yen will have to be spent after printing it. I have a lot of gold bars, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and I can exchange them with you at the ratio of real banknotes, so there will be no problem."

He said that he was afraid that Zuo Zhong would misunderstand, so he added: "This is my personal behavior and has nothing to do with other people. If you agree, I will find an intermediary to be responsible for contacting you. You and I don't have to meet."

well?

That would be a good idea.

Zuo Zhong's eyes lit up. This was no longer a cooperation between the two parties. It was just a simple business. Is it sinful to do business in the government? It must not be possible.

If anyone dares to have objections, the country, my uncle, and the four other big families will talk to that person if they have no choice. It is human nature for everyone to work hard for the party and the country and make some money.

By the way, I heard that Minister Song likes to appreciate calligraphy and painting, and his regular script is quite good. If the matter is done through this method, the other party will probably be very satisfied.

In this way, the underground...Laoban can get valuable funds, Minister Song can satisfy his little hobby, and he can spend his holiday dollars. It's a win-win-win-win!

"Dang...dang..."

Zuo Zhong tapped his fingers on the table faster and faster, and finally stopped suddenly and raised his head: "I like doing business the most, and money, who doesn't like it, of course I am no exception.

It's just that your identity is a bit sensitive, so let's do this, I will report to the boss, how to exchange it, and how much to exchange will be decided by the boss. Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to make it happen."

It must be perfected, what is the most powerful wind - the pillow wind, when the bald lady says one kind word to the bald head in front of the bald head, and she can say a hundred words to others.

Throughout the history of the Guo Party, it is better to hang out with anyone than with the wife. Even if Minister Song did not go to Xiaoliuqiu later, the Song family is still a first-class nobleman. This thigh must be held tightly.

When Ban Jun heard Zuo Zhong's words, he was secretly relieved, then he avoided the topic and asked about the other party's next arrangements.

Ordinarily, this kind of question is neither important nor answerable, but he still said it. After all, the underground party and the fruit party are "cooperating partners" at present.

"Now that the counterfeit money incident is over, I am planning to leave for Jiangcheng and Shancheng in the near future. The Japanese have been preparing for this war for decades and have planted many nails in these two places. It is time to pull them out."

Zuo Zhong put the tea cup to his mouth and said with murderous intent: "You are well-informed. You should know that since the war in Songhu, Japanese aircraft have been air raiding Jiangcheng, causing heavy losses to the army.

The other side seems to have an unusual understanding of our air defense system. Each bombing has just avoided the ground air defense forces. Even if it has to enter the air defense fire network, it will operate outside the furthest range of the anti-aircraft guns."

"There is a traitor!"

Ban Jun reacted immediately and clenched his fists. The reason why the Sino-Japanese war reached this point was "indispensable" for the traitors who considered thieves as their fathers.

In order to save their lives, or to seek glory and wealth, they betrayed their country, led the way for the Japanese army, helped the Japanese army search for food and grass, betrayed patriots, and did all kinds of bad things.

Not only that, those traitors hiding in the government also actively cooperated with the Japanese military operations, snooped around for information, and harmed the anti-Japanese soldiers.

Ban Jun raised the tea cup with both hands and said solemnly: "I am using tea instead of wine to wish you a smooth trip. I hope you will catch a few more national scum and spies to avenge the dead compatriots in Jinling. I am waiting for news of your victory in Shanghai."

Dry."

"Dry."

Zuo Zhong smiled, picked up the cup and clinked it with him: "I also wish you all the best, brother, and the most important thing is safety. The Japanese have suffered such a big loss this time, and this matter will not just go away.

If my guess is correct, these beasts will definitely tighten their control over Shanghai. Your party's intelligence personnel should still focus on hiding as their first purpose, and wait until they are out of the limelight before taking action again.

Even if we have different beliefs and each has his own master, I still hope that after driving away the Japanese, you and I can have a drink and have a good time. Even if it is a beheading drink or a farewell drink, I will give you a ride."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp, then strode out of the private room. Before stepping out of the room, Zuo Zhong suddenly stopped and turned around to persuade.

"Old Ban, as an old friend, I would like to advise you, it's better to turn around and turn around. It's still too late for you to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. When the day comes when we meet in war, Zuo will never show mercy!"

Ban Jun listened to the Pingtan and waved his hands calmly, while the singers and players on the stage plucked the strings and hummed in an ups and downs.

“The first glass of wine is offered to the sky,

Bring the second cup to pay back the soil.

The third cup of Yanyuelongdao drink,

I am afraid that the arsenic contained in the wine will poison my throat."

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"Huh, I don't know how to appreciate it."

Zuo Zhong snorted, angrily left the bookstore and got into the car. Song Minghao closed the car door for him and went to the other side to sit down. A burst of thick smoke immediately appeared from the rear of the car and drove away quickly.

In the rickety carriage, the old man glanced at his angry boss and asked cautiously: "Deputy Director, do you want to send someone to follow him and find an opportunity to give him to him?"

He made a downward gesture, and his fat face was extremely sinister. It was a standard villain face in movies and TV shows.

"That's all. Different ways don't work together."

Zuo Zhong, who had finished his acting, was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He picked up a newspaper, read it, and asked in passing.

"Have Chunyang and the others boarded the ship?"

"Boarding, Deputy Director, why did you send him to the port city?"

Song Minghao blinked in confusion. The port city was a British colony and nothing major happened. It would be a waste to send an intelligence expert like Wu Chunyang there.

"What else can I do? Of course I can help some people wipe their butts, lest the Japanese set up another counterfeit money factory."

When this matter was mentioned, Zuo Zhong became furious. On the engraving plate of the legal currency they collected, the words "British Locust Mint" were clearly printed on it. It was obvious where the Japanese got it.

In order to save trouble and freight, John Bull placed legal currency printing factories in port cities and Southeast Asia. If the devils can do it once, they can do it a second time. This channel must be completely destroyed.

Wu Chunyang is proficient in intelligence technology, cautious and thoughtful, and has the ability to act independently. He can easily blow up several lightly fortified factories.

With the capabilities of the British garrison and colonial police, as long as the operators were not entangled by large troops, their lives were not in danger. They could jump into the boundary river and swim to Guangdong Province in a few minutes.

Song Minghao rolled his eyes and quickly acted as if he had suddenly realized something. He seemed to have mastered the secrets of the three tastes of officialdom and was even better at being an official.

Zuo Zhong looked at the flowing Huangpu River outside the window and lost in thought. At this time, "someone" should accompany the target back to Shanghai.

With this chess piece, the national government and the Secret Service will have an upper hand in future intelligence operations. This matter is very important and very dangerous.

But there is no turning back arrow when the bow is opened. Since the pawn has crossed the river, he can go left, right, and forward, but he cannot retreat, because if he retreats, he will die.

If unfortunately he was discovered by the Japanese, he just hoped that the other party would not resent him. Zuo Zhong sighed secretly and slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, a pier a few kilometers away was crowded with people.

Countless Caogang personnel wearing black satin uniforms and several Japanese officers were welcoming a ship from Jinling bound for Shanghai.

When the ship slowly docked, the traitor Ji Yunqing, who had been arrested by Zuo Zhong, suddenly appeared on the gangway and waved to the ship. The crowd on the shore applauded.

In the midst of this noise, there was a man standing behind him, his right hand holding the Zirait pistol on his waist, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes, his face full of vigilance.
Chapter completed!