Xiao Lang was the mayor of the Japanese, and Liu Youjin was the sustaining president of the Japanese, but he had to do it under his own instructor to protect the people. Now he is being suppressed as a traitor and counter-revolution. Wouldn't he betrayed my grandma's house unjustly?

Chen Zikun immediately went to find Zheng Zeru. Secretary Zheng's home was also on Fenglin Road. It was a small, single-family building with a guard in front of the door and a nanny at home. The furnishings at home were elegant and full of books. It has to be admitted that among many senior revolutionary cadres, Secretary Zheng's cultural cultivation is quite high.

A very beautiful girl received Chen Zikun and said that our old Zheng was on the phone with Secretary Rao of East China Bureau. He immediately went downstairs and asked Chen Zikun to take a seat and brew tea and cigarettes for him. Chen Zikun heard Liu Ting say that Zheng Zeru had married a lover and looked good, and Lao Zheng had a good vision.

After half an hour, Zheng Zeru got down from the building and shouted sorry: "I'm really sorry. I just reported some issues about the suppression of rebellion to the leaders of the East China Bureau. I was negligent and negligent."

Chen Zikun knew that the provincial party secretary had a red confidential phone number at home, which could go directly to Shanghai and Beijing, and he also had it at home, but the frequency of use was very low, far less than that of Zheng Zeru.

"Secretary Zheng, you don't even notify you of marriage, you are not loyal." Chen Zikun laughed.

Zheng Zeru also smiled: "Chairman Chen, you have fun with me. Our old friends don't talk about those false condoms. Come on, smoke. The Hongqi cigarette produced by our Jiangbei Cigarette Factory is much better than the old knife guns of British and American Tobacco."

Chen Zikun took the cigarette, and Zheng Zeru helped him ignite it. The two of them evaluated the quality of the cigarette for a while. Zheng Zeru said, "Does Chairman Chen have any instructions?"

"I am led by the provincial party committee, how can I get instructions? It's just that some things are reflected. Regarding whether the anti-revolutionary movement has been too expanded, many comrades were detained or even shot without identification, such as the former mayor Xiao Lang, who was retained by Beitai, and my old subordinate Liu Youjin. Although they have held false posts, they are all ordered to lurk in the enemy camp and endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens. Now they are beaten into traitors, which is really unfair."

Zheng Zeru pondered for a moment and said, "Old Chen, what you said is common. The provincial party committee has long recognized it. But the current domestic situation is very serious. Hostile forces are counterattacking at any time. Rumors about the Third World War are flying everywhere. Many old and young Kuomintang members are spreading it everywhere. Chiang Kai-shek counterattacks the mainland at any time, lurking spies, landlords and bullies, doing evil, trying to shake my newborn people's regime. If you don't crack down hard at this time, you won't have to wait for when, time is tight, the task is heavy, and the carrots are fast and don't wash the mud, so this situation is caused."

Chen Zikun said: "Secretary Zheng understands it. It's not that I don't support the anti-revolutionary movement, but that's really a mistake."

Zheng Zeru said: "I will take time to learn about Xiao Lang and Liu Youjin's problems."

Chen Zikun said: "There is another person, Shao Lin, the son of former president of Jiangda Shao Qiuming, who is just an ordinary intellectual. Why was he shot to death? Please ask Secretary Zheng to investigate clearly."

Zheng Zeru said: "I remember the name Shao Lin. It is not a bad guy with great public anger, but it is also worthy of the crime."

Chen Zikun said: "What are his sins?"

Zheng Zeru said: "We don't need to dig into the details of the crime. There are difficulties in doing things below. It is impossible for everyone to identify them in detail. It takes ten days and half a month to interrogate, or to hold a capital court to defend that. In that case, the revolutionary work will not be done."

Chen Zikun said: "Those are life."

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Pan Xin stood up very sensible: "You guys talk, I'll go to the kitchen to see if the water is boiling."

The two of them were left in the living room. Zheng Zeru lit another cigarette and said sincerely: "Old Chen, we have known each other for many years."

Chen Zikun said: "There will always be a student in twenty or thirty years. You were a college student who had just graduated and went to the Jingwu Association to learn from your master."

Zheng Zeru said: "I was a young man in his prime, and now his temples are gray. We are old friends. I don't hide it from you. The central government has indicators on anti-revolutionary work. There are 0.5% of the population. Our Jiangdong has a population of 30 million and we have to deal with 15,000 people. The workload is so huge. Even if some people are killed wrong, it will not hinder the overall situation. This is a movement. Do you know? This is a political movement with the purpose of mobilizing the masses. If not enough people are killed, it will not be effective. Once the movement is launched, it must be implemented resolutely. You cannot look forward to it and make the masses feel cold."

Chen Zikun said: "I understand, this is a movement, killing people to establish authority, eliminating the remaining enemies, and killing them all."

Zheng Zeru said: "In fact, there are very few people killed in our East China area. Shanghai has only killed more than 100 people, and Jiangdong Province has only killed more than 500 people. The central government is very dissatisfied with our anti-revolutionary work. We have also made a profound review. We must learn from the comrades in Beijing and Tianjin, kill a group of people with great fanfare, shock the enemy and encourage the masses. The next indicator is one thousandth."

Chen Zikun smiled bitterly: "I still have to kill you, are you satisfied if you kill someone?"

Zheng Zeru said: "Yes, this is not only the central government's instructions, but also the strong demand of the people in various places. The scale and speed of executions can be increased to further consolidate the regime. We must maintain a high degree of consistency with the central government. In order to avoid wrong killing, Chairman Chen, you can draw a list for me. If these people are involved, I will let the judicial authorities carefully identify them."

That's all that happened now. Chen Zikun said goodbye, walked back step by step under the shadow of the maple tree.

After Chen Zikun left, another guest came to Zheng Zeru's house. He was over fifty years old and looked humble. He was wearing a blue cloth Zhongshan suit. He was extremely bloated with a cotton jacket and his cuffs were worn. When he saw Zheng Zeru, he hurriedly bowed and said hello: "Secretary Zheng, I'm not disturbing you to rest after seeing you."

The heating was burning in the small western-style building, and Zheng Zeru was only wearing a shirt and a fur vest. Although his temples were gray, his eyes were shining with the unique light of young people. He said enthusiastically: "It's Comrade Mai Ping, sit down quickly and smoke."

The visitor was Mai Ping, an old subordinate of the Jiangdong Special Committee at that time. He was once young and arrogant, and he became so old and humble at this time. He wiped a match to help Zheng Zeru light a cigarette, with his butt facing the edge of the sofa, his hands tightly clasped, and carefully introduced his experiences over the years.

"I am now the deputy chief of the Security Department of the Jiangbei People's Administrative Office. I am living a good life. I am thinking about my old friends. I took advantage of the opportunity to hold an enlarged anti-counter meeting in the provincial capital to visit my old superiors and brought some local specialties. Secretary Zheng, please don't dislike it."

Under Mai Ping's feet was a sack of sweet potatoes, and it was stained with fresh soil.

Although he didn't appreciate Mai Ping's character before, he thought that he was a pioneer who participated in revolutionary work very early and was still a deputy chief. He couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic.

"Maiping, you have taken many detours." Zheng Zeru sighed.

"Yes, yes, Secretary Zheng was right to criticize him. He was young and frivolous back then." Mai Ping saw that the water in Zheng Zeru's teacup was shallow, so he picked up the thermos bottle and went forward to refill the water.

Zheng Zeru said: "Which department did you just say is here now."

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Xiao Lang and Liu Youjin were urgently stopped on the eve of shooting and were not killed for the time being, but they were not allowed to be killed. The two were punished by the public security organs by labor reform.

The anti-revolutionary movement came overwhelmingly. The provincial capital was not very fierce, but it was in full swing in Jiangbei. Dozens of counter-revolutionaries were paraded in the streets and executed publicly every day. The people watched free dramas every day, and were as excited as the New Year, which greatly shocked the hostile elements. No one dared to care about rumors such as World War III.

Meng Xianguo, a rich farmer in Chenguanzhuang in Nantai, carried a bundle of dry firewood to the city to sell money. He squatted on the side of the road and took out his cigarette puff to smoke. When he thought of his rich peasant hat, he felt wronged. In the past ten years of the Republic of China, he was extremely poor. Later, Shen Dashuai made the decision to marry him and divide the land. Since then, he has worked diligently and saved some family business. Unexpectedly, he became a rich peasant after liberation. The village held a criticism meeting, and he went back to accompany him to tie him up and scold him. This was not good. If he had known this, it would be better to be poor for the rest of his life.

Not far away, two young people in the village flashed by. Meng Xianguo knew that it was an activist sent by the village branch to monitor him. He sighed and shouted: "Chaihuo, who wants firewood?"

A woman came over, asked about the price of firewood, paid the money, and asked Meng Xianguo to carry him with him. She came to a courtyard in the county town. When she carried the firewood into the woodwood, the male owner came out of the thatched cottage and faced with Meng Xianguo.

Meng Xianguo's heart was beating wildly, he knew this man.

This person is the super traitor Xia Jingqi, who once killed dozens of anti-Japanese militia soldiers on the bank of the Huai River, and later became the pseudo-county magistrate and the pseudo-mayor.

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the guy disappeared. It turned out that he was hiding here. Although he changed his appearance, his eyes and gestures turned into ashes, Meng Xianguo also knew him.

Xia Jingqi didn't look at Meng Xianguo in person and hurried over.

Meng Xianguo went out and went to the county government. He wanted to report to the government, and the traitor Xia Jingqi lurked in the county town.

The staff of the county government were busy suppressing the rebellion. Each township had a large number of applications for execution. Without time to take a closer look, they directly approved the matter. Meng Xianguo was brought in by the guards and reported this major situation. The county attached great importance to it. However, the comrades from the Security Department and the Public Security Bureau formed a working team to go to the township to rebel. The county lacked armed personnel, so they had to let Yang Shugen of the Propaganda Department take two militias and a dozen security activists, with swords, guns and sticks, go to capture Xia Jingqi.

The group rushed to Xia Jingqi's door, pounding the door, Yang Shugen held the pistol lent him by the county magistrate and said sternly: "Open the door."

A woman's voice inside: "Who is that?"

"Stop talking nonsense, open the door."

"The Anti-Rebel Team."

"Of the Public Security Bureau."

The crowd answered in a verbal manner, and he couldn't come and open the door. Suddenly, he shouted from a distance: "The big traitor jumped over the wall and ran away."

Yang Shugen hurriedly followed him with the people, but Xia Jingqi ran wildly in front, holding a gun in his hand. He turned around and raised his hand, and with a bang, all the activists lay down.

Xia Jingqi continued to flee, and suddenly a lesbian came across from him. He immediately shouted: "Stop."

"Be careful, he has a gun." Yang Shugen shouted from behind, and he recognized that this was the district mayor Comrade Ma Chunhua.

Xia Jingqi jumped over the wall in a hurry, raised his pistol, and pointed the black muzzle at Ma Chunhua.

Ma Chunhua is not an ordinary cadre. She is the female militia captain who has been tested by the war. How can a pistol be taken seriously? She stumbled on Xia Jingqi's gun. When the big traitor Ma fell off his feet, Ma Chunhua stepped on him with her hands on her hips: "You still run."

Warm applause sounded, and the masses were moved by the heroic posture of District Mayor Ma.

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