The ancient city of Chang'an.

It has been half a year since he was transferred from Shanghai to the stationmaster of the ancient city, and the days here are much calmer than in Shanghai, but there are also swords and swords.

Japanese spies are not very good at infiltrating here, but there is one kind of people, there are too many of them here, and they can even walk on the street openly......

This made Zheng Jiayuan very uncomfortable.

Before he came here, he went to Boss Dai's secret secretary in Chongqing, and Boss Dai, who had always been picky, actually prepared a table of good wine and food and invited him to dinner.

This Boss Dai's meal is not so delicious, and sure enough, this meal is terrifying.

Boss Dai sent him to the ancient city, and the people he really wanted to deal with were actually his own people.

Although the political views are different.

But after all, it is now a joint anti-Japanese effort, Zheng Jiayuan understands the thoughts of those people above, but after all, he is a person who still has some conscience.

These people who really resisted Japan are worthy of admiration.

I knew that it was better to stay in Shanghai, where it was dangerous, but not to face such a complex and difficult problem.

The Communists do not engage in assassinations, so even if they don't bring their guards out, they are safe, of course, the Japanese spies are to worry about.

But the Japanese spies in the ancient city were not most afraid of the military commanders, but the Communist Party.

Because as soon as they show up, they will be uprooted, and sometimes, their people always realize it later, and the action team of the dignified ancient city station has become a corpse collection team.

Of course, the credit is not wanted, you can just report it.

This kind of good thing is taken for granted, there is no need to be born and die, there is merit, and there is a bounty, and there is no delay in getting promoted and getting rich.

In the past six months, Zheng Jiayuan's waist circumference has risen a circle, at least 20 pounds heavier than when he was in Shanghai, and the consequence is that his physical fitness has plummeted, hey......

"A bowl of oily noodles, put more spicy ......"

"Okay, wait a minute."

When he came to the ancient city, he fell in love with this kind of pasta, never got tired of eating it, and had to come to a bowl almost every day, and he was still upset if he didn't eat it, even to the point that he couldn't sleep.

I don't know if the owner of the shop he often eats has a special condiment for the noodles, but later, he went to another noodle shop to try it once, and found that it was really not.

The boss's wrinkled face smiled at him, which was so simple and peaceful, that he could make people forget about intrigue and deceit.

The task assigned by Boss Dai must be completed, if there is no progress, with Boss Dai's temper, I am afraid that my good life will come to an end.

"Boss, I found a secret radio station of the Communist Party......"

"What, where did you find it?" Zheng Jiayuan was eating noodles, his mouth was full of oil, and he asked casually, this kind of news can be heard almost every few days.

He was tired of hearing it, but when he left, it was nothing, and sometimes, he could accidentally end up the Japanese spies, and he wondered if this was the Communist Party deliberately giving him information and then letting him make meritorious contributions.

This kind of absurd idea can only exist in the mind for a moment, and then immediately get rid of it, this idea can't be had, otherwise it will really become dependent.

"...... in Chunhe Street"

"Let's go, let's see?"

"Shall we just get over like this?"

"What, you still want to call dozens of people, in the past, if there is really a secret underground radio station, how can people not look at the wind, and the people who saw us would have run away early." Zheng Jiayuan glared and said, "Let's also learn from others, first make up and investigate, and then touch the bottom." ”

"But Section Chief Cai has already brought someone over?"

"Cai Rou, who let her pass, without my order, she dared to cut first and then play?"

“……”

Chunhe Street.

"Which one?"

"Just the ...... in front"

The door was open, and there didn't seem to be any movement inside, Zheng Jiayuan observed it by himself at the door, and said to the little follower: "You stay, I'll go in and take a look." ”

"Boss, it's dangerous, or I'm going to go in first, right?"

", don't look for a pump." Zheng Jiayuan scolded unceremoniously, raised his feet and walked in, the yard is not small, after passing through, it is the main house.

The door to the main room was also open.

Zheng Jiayuan frowned, pulled out the portable gun, pressed the fire, and stepped in cautiously, his eyes swept to the left, dumbfounded.

Cai Rou sat there with a woman, drinking tea, talking and laughing.

And this woman is ......

Wu Xin!