Jiang Risheng has been waiting for Cheng Zhicai's reply these two days. There is a Communist Party in Renfeng Spinning Mill, and maybe they are those comrades who print propaganda slogans on paper money.

Every time I passed by the dead mailbox, I didn’t see the secret code issued by Cheng Zhicai. This made Jiang Risheng very worried. The comrades from Renfeng Spinning Mill were targeted by Rite. If they contacted them one minute later, they would be more dangerous.

Jiang Risheng was also very clear that underground workers in the enemy-occupied areas could not have horizontal contact. No matter how urgent they were, they could only wait for instructions from their superiors.

Jiang Risheng was very anxious inside, but his face was very calm. As usual, he would go to Luxing Hotel after get off work. As soon as he arrived at table No. 1, Xiao Xiquan found Jiang Risheng's report:

"Mr. Jiang, there is someone upstairs who wants to keep the account after smoking, but his name is not on the list."

Jiang Risheng was holding his anger in his heart, and after hearing this, he was furious: "Who dares to eat for free with me?"

Jiang Risheng made Japanese spies in the military police for free, and Chinese spies accounted for the accounts. It seemed that they had suffered a loss, but they also held all the spies list in their hands.

Jiang Risheng went to the second floor. He was a man wearing a coarse cloth dress with a sharp mouth and a pair of wind-catching ears that looked like mice.

Jiang Risheng shouted coldly without hesitation: "Where did you come out?"

Xiao Xiquan introduced from the side: "This is our boss, Mr. Jiang, from the military police."

"Hello Mr. Jiang, can you talk with me?"

Jiang Risheng took him to the room next to him. The man introduced him that his name was Hong Deyi, a worker at Renfeng Spinning Mill, who secretly worked for Jiang Yi.

Hong Deyi begged: "Mr. Jiang, I'm addicted to smoking. I lost all my cards last night. I really couldn't help but come here. Mr. Jiang said that everyone in the gendarmerie can keep accounts here. I am his, and I am also equivalent to a member of the gendarmerie."

Jiang Risheng shook his head: "You are just Jiang Yi's person, not as a member of the military police, and you can't keep accounts."

Hong Deyi asked carefully: "Can you keep it in Mr. Jiang's account?"

Jiang Risheng said sternly: "You still dare to keep it in his account? Do you want everyone to know that you are doing things for Jiang Yi? Are you not afraid of death?"

Hong Deyi said with a bitter face: "What should I do if this...that is it?"

He really didn't think about these things, thinking that even if he couldn't pay credit, he would just write it on Jiang Yi. He was addicted to opium and didn't care about so much.

Jiang Risheng pondered: "Have you ever told me about this?"

Hong Deyi hesitated and said, "No...no."

Jiang Risheng knew it in his heart and pondered: "Whether it is said or not, this matter has ended here, I will give you a free order this time. Remember, you have never been here, nor have you told anyone that you have done things for Jiang Yi, otherwise the Japanese will blame you and you will bear all the responsibility alone!"

Hong Deyi hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, thank you Mr. Jiang."

In the evening, Jiang Risheng went to the death mailbox and left Cheng Zhicai a "plan to alert the enemy".

Jiang Risheng, a Communist Party member of Renfeng Spinning Mill, didn’t know who it was, and Cheng Zhicai, either. The only thing he knew was Hong Deyi. If he wanted to notify his comrades, he could only beat Hong Deyi’s “grass”.

Jiang Risheng was not convenient for him to do this, so the task fell on Su Zhihua.

At noon the next day, Cheng Zhicai came to Luxing Hotel for a meal. It was the meal that Su Zhimei gave him. Cheng Zhicai took the opportunity to explain the task to her and handed over the plan to alert the snake to her.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Su Zhimei had an hour of free time. She returned to Fordri and explained the task to Su Zhihua.

When Su Zhihua learned that he was going to play the Japanese army again, he was very annoyed: "I'm wearing Japanese skin again."

For an anti-Japanese hero, the one he hated the most was the Japanese military uniform. When he saw the Japanese military uniform, his eyes became angry. He asked himself to put on the Japanese military uniform, and he wanted to kill him.

Su Zhimei comforted: "This is a task."

"This Lu Weihua is really good. It's not good to make any plan, but he just wants to make a plan to alert the enemy. I beat Hong Deyi up and he took everything."

"If you beat Hong Deyi, Jite will wonder, how do we know Hong Deyi's identity?"

"Then I'll kill him."

"Jitter would also doubt how Hong Deyi was killed? Comrade Lu Weihua's plan was very comprehensive. Only when he took the bait first can he kill him later. Remember to get Hong Deyi's address today and strictly follow Comrade Lu Weihua's plan."

Su Zhihua said angrily: "Lu Weihua, Lu Weihua, why do you always talk to him?"

Su Zhimei's face turned red: "His plan is indeed done well."

Su Zhihua suddenly said, "No, you can't fall in love with him, right? I'm your brother, I have to take charge of your marriage."

Su Zhimei turned the corner of her clothes and said shyly: "Brother, what are you talking nonsense? I have never seen Comrade Lu Weihua before. How could she like him?"

"Next time you meet Cheng Shuji, ask how old Lu Weihua is, whether he is married or not. If he is a bad old man, what will you do."

Su Zhimei's face flushed: "Brother, the more you say, the less you are. We are engaged in underground work in the enemy-occupied area. Hurry up and implement it. I have to go back to the hotel."

Although Su Zhihua does not have Hong Deyi's photos, Hong Deyi looks very distinctive, with a sharp-mouthed and monkey cheek, and a pair of wind-catching ears, which is very easy to recognize.

Hong Deyi is a worker at Renfeng Spinning Mill. He has tasks and has to go to and get off work on time every day.

When Su Zhihua, who was wearing Japanese military uniforms, found Hong Deyi, he was walking out of Renfeng Spinning Mill while talking and laughing with Wu Junwei.

Su Zhihua pointed at Hong Deyi and said, "Your, come here."

Hong Deyi was stunned, pointed at his nose and said, "Am I me?"

Su Zhihua nodded: "What's your name?"

Hong Deyi walked over tremblingly, nodded and said, "Little Hong Deyi."

Su Zhihua asked: "Hong Deyi, do you support the Imperial Army?"

Hong Deyi pointed to the same head as chicken pecking rice: "Support, one hundred supporters."

Su Zhihua patted Hong Deyi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yoxi, your friend of the Imperial Army."

Hong Deyi breathed a sigh of relief: "My, the great friend of the Imperial Army."

Su Zhihua asked again: "How many workers are there in Renfeng Spinning Mill? How is your income? Where do you live?"

Hong Deyi answered truthfully. Su Zhihua was very satisfied. When he left, he handed him a little yen: "Yoxi, you are the work of a friend of the Imperial Army. This is a reward for you. Is there any anti-Japanese elements in Renfeng Spinning Mill?"

"Thank you, Taijun. There are no anti-Japanese elements here."

Hong Deyi wanted to tell his identity and also wanted to tell Su Zhihua that Wu Junwei was a Communist Party. But when he spoke, he still shrank back.

After Su Zhihua left, Wu Junwei walked over and asked with a puzzled look: "Who is this person?"

Hong Deyi shook his head: "I don't know either."

Wu Junwei saw the money in Hong Deyi's hand and asked, "What are you in your hand?"

"That man gave it."

Wu Junwei was even more confused: "This seems to be Japanese yen, and there are still a lot of them."

Hong Deyi said anxiously: "I really don't know him. I just asked some ordinary questions and asked me if there were any anti-Japanese elements in the factory. I told him firmly: No."

Wu Junwei covered his stomach and said, "You are doing well. My stomach suddenly feels a little uncomfortable. You go first, I have to go to the toilet. See you in the restaurant."
Chapter completed!