No. 148, Beile Road, less than 100 meters north from the prosperous Xiafei Road, and two intersections westwards is Shudeli, a famous three-story brick and wood building along the street. The entire street is almost all of this kind of houses, and some of them have been specially built into a continuous structure.

Around the 1920s, due to the turbulent situation in China, real estate development in the French Concession became very popular. Due to the special attributes of the concession, a large number of wealthy immigrants from abroad were attracted. In addition to ordinary landlords and compradors, there were also a large number of national capitalists and cultural figures.

For their own different purposes, they are very enthusiastic about purchasing real estate in the concession, and at the same time they also have special requirements for the shape, structure and decoration of the building, which prompted the French Concession's architectural style to develop in the direction of simplicity and practicality. A large number of new brick and wood apartments with compact structures and elegant decorations came into being in the French Concession.

The area of ​​Beile Road is full of mid-to-high-end residential residential areas. At that time, I could not afford to buy a house here without any identity. For example, Sanyili, developed by Taili, nearby, had a single-family house, and the monthly rent of a single-family house costs 80 yuan, which is almost the three-month salary of an ordinary skilled worker.

The owner of the house at No. 148 Beile Road was named Dan. He participated in the Xingzhonghui in his early years and served as Sun Wen's secretary and Japanese translator. He served as the chief of local customs in the early days of the Republic of China and had a strong connection with the senior Kuomintang leaders.

Mr. Shan is an old-fashioned literati who tends to be revolutionary. Mr. Xiao Shan was even more progressive when he was studying. The key is that he also has a fellow villager and classmate named Li Xiagong.

Mr. Shan’s family lived in Kangfuli, Fuxi Road, before. At that time, the first floor became the secret office of the Eighth Route Army. The old family of five lived on the second floor with Mr. Li Xiagong. When Shanghai became an isolated island, Mr. Shan moved out of Kangfuli and bought No. 148, Beile Road with his early savings, as a place for the family’s three generations.

Because Mr. Shan’s eldest son studied Western medicine, he opened a clinic on the street along the ground floor. Dr. Xiao Shan’s medical skills are not low, so his daily income is quite good, which is enough to maintain the family’s middle-class life in the French Concession.

At the same time, this small building has once again become an important base for underground activities in Shanghai. Mr. Xiaodan claimed that his third floor of his home was rented to a tenant from another province. From midnight to early morning, faint lights would light up in the third floor attic, and thousands of important telegrams were sent to Yan'an from here.

"Has it been sent out?" asked a middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth gown.

"Yes, I can only wait for the reply now. Is it necessary to take risks like this?" The radio operator took off his headphones and turned back from the simple transmitter unit.

"Old Wang and I know that this time we have violated the discipline, but this information is too important. We must be informed immediately by the organization and get a clear reply as soon as possible. The time left for us is not enough, so we can only do it cheaply at this time." A short-bearded man sitting next to the middle-aged man replied in a deep voice.

"Old Li, don't worry. When the organization's reply arrives, you will transfer from here with us." The thin-faced middle-aged man standing at the window monitoring the situation on the street downstairs continued the conversation.

"There is nothing unusual. If there is a problem, the hill downstairs will use a code to warn you." The thin face closed the curtains and sat back on the armchair beside the desk.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong" the door was gently knocked.

"Open the door, Lao Zhang is here." The nervous comrades who appeared opposite the thin and thin face said.

The short-bearded man walked up and opened the door. A middle-aged man wearing a light blue silk robe walked in.

"Well, who will tell me what happened, why we should call everyone to meet here for a meeting, and why we should risk exposing this secret radio station and send a report to the outside during the day." The man surnamed Zhang did not make any politeness after entering the door, and raised his questions before he sat down.

"Don't be angry, come and see this." Gray cloth long gown took out a stack of letter paper from his arms and handed it to the other party.

"Japanese Military Police Command? Confidential! How did this happen?" The man surnamed Zhang did not rush to look at the contents on the letter paper, but first looked at the seal at the end of the letter paper.

"I can't say much about a special inside line." Gray cloth long shirt shook his head.

"So that's it... this is quite interesting. I understand now. This information is indeed valuable." The man surnamed Zhang read the content carefully, then carefully folded the letter and solemnly handed it back to the man in gray clothes.

"Look at this again. This is the plan drafted by Lao Chen and I. I am waiting for the reply from it now." Gray cloth long shirt picked up a piece of white paper full of words and handed it to the other party.

"We are called together to discuss this matter. The German special envoy arrived in Shanghai to visit. How should we deal with it. I personally think this is an excellent opportunity to expose the hypocritical faces of the Japanese invaders to the world. If we can grasp it, the blow to the Japanese devils is no less than annihilation of an infantry corps." The short-bearded man said in a deep voice.

"It's not just a loss to a gang. If this operation is successful, the impact will be world-class." The man surnamed Zhang said excitedly, shaking the white paper on his hand.

"Comrades, this will be an opportunity to show the Chinese people's determination to fight against Japan to the Western world. We must let peace-loving people all over the world know that we have not surrendered and we are still resisting." The thin face said excitedly.

"Yes, this is also an opportunity to show the spirit of our party and anti-Japanese philosophy to the world. It is not enough to rely on newspapers and magazines alone. We also need to expose the brutal and vicious crimes of the Japanese troops in Shanghai. After I go back, I will mobilize the students to collect evidence in this regard." The man surnamed Zhang nodded and said.

"Yingjing... there is a reply!" The radio operator suddenly interrupted, and the people in the room quickly closed their mouths.

The radio operator covered his headphones with one hand and picked up a pencil with the other hand and quickly recorded it on a piece of white paper. The content of the telegram was unexpectedly short, and the full text was accepted in less than half a minute.

"Hand me the Romance of the Three Kingdoms over there." The radio operator pointed to the desk and said, and the short-bearded man hurriedly took it and handed it forward.

"It will take a little time to decipher, not long." The radio operator picked up the keys and sent a series of short signals, then turned off the power of the transmitter.

"Old Chen, help me put the sender in my suitcase and clean up the things here. Please trouble you." The radio operator picked up the message and the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, turned around and crawled into the compartment inside.

"No problem, you do it slowly, we can wait." The short-bearded man and gray cloth gown tidy up the turban equipment on the table.

Although the French Concession does not have professional radio interrogation units, the Japanese army has this technology, and it is still introduced from Germany. Japanese spy agencies monitor the radio signals sent in the concession throughout the day.

There are almost hundreds of registered radio stations in Shanghai. Nowadays, almost all those who do speculative trade have built a transmission machine and kept in touch with branches in other places and even overseas to obtain the latest market intelligence and seize excellent trading opportunities.

After a long period of monitoring, Japan has basically figured out the frequency of most radio stations, so when a new signal appears, it is likely to attract the attention of Japanese intelligence agencies. Secret radio stations usually send reports after midnight. Except for the weakest radio interference at that time, the main reason is the above. Of course, the Japanese cannot enter the French Concession to catch people, but they can enter the concession through Wangpushi agents for search. Once the radio station is exposed, it may cause serious harm to the entire organization.

"It's been deciphered, this is a telegram." Old Li walked out of the compartment and handed a note to the gray cloth gown.

"Let me see, what is said above? Did the organization agree to our plan?" The short-bearded man asked anxiously.

"The superiors had already grasped this situation and had sent a comrade to be responsible for the matter. At 3 pm the next day, we asked us to arrange the vehicle and go to the Shiliupu Wharf to pick up the people." Gray cloth long shirt handed the note to his companion.

"The organization is very satisfied with our plan. After everyone goes back, they start to take action separately. Lao Zhang and Lao Song leave from the back door, Lao Chen and I stay to help Lao Li transfer. Finally, we can have a big fight, comrades." After saying that, Gray Cloth Long Shirt, he shook his clenched fists.
Chapter completed!