Hearing Zhu Muyun's proposal, Deng Xiangtao resolutely opposed it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The Political Security Bureau is searching for Teng Haozu everywhere, how dare he take the risk and hand over Teng Haozu. Once Teng Haozu is in the hands of the Japanese, Deng Xiangtao will definitely be punished by Chongqing.

"No way!" Deng Xiangtao was resolute, he couldn't take risks. Even if Teng Haozu is really a traitor, as long as he controls people in his own hands, he doesn't have to worry.

"What if our stronghold is exposed because of his treatment?" Zhu Muyun asked, this is a very realistic question, he doesn't want to risk Wei Chaopeng, and he doesn't want to expose the stronghold he has worked so hard to prepare.

"Your suspicion is worse than mine. Well, you prepare a new base and have surgery at night. Deng Xiangtao said.

"He's just been shot in the arm, you can just bandage it. As for the fracture of the lower leg, take two planks and clip it, isn't it over? Zhu Muyun said that Wei Chaopeng was not a secret agent, and he did not want Wei Chaopeng to be in danger.

"You're right, he's a man and not a dog. You hurry up and arrange, if it doesn't work, it's better to send it to No. 66 Huamanqiao. Deng Xiangtao said.

"No way!" Zhu Muyun resolutely said that the house in Huamanqiao was won by him from Zhang Guangguang. If something happens, even if he doesn't live in it, it will be very troublesome.

"It's at No. 163 Klermansha Street, let's go in at night, go around a few times first, Teng Haozu is not familiar with the situation in the French Concession, and must not know our secret way. After the operation, I recuperated in it, and after the injury was healed, I was sent to Chongqing immediately, which is always okay, right? Deng Xiangtao said that between Teng Haozu and Zhu Muyun, of course he trusted Zhu Muyun more. Teng Haozu is just his task, but Zhu Muyun is his undercover agent.

"Okay, our situation, the less Teng Haozu knows, the better." Zhu Muyun admonished.

"I still need you to teach?" Deng Xiangtao said dissatisfiedly that Zhu Muyun was walking a tightrope all day long and didn't believe in anyone. He understands that. However, if you are too suspicious, it is easy to make mistakes.

"I think that in order to deal with these people who want to break into our internal affairs in every possible way, we should prepare some materials for them." Zhu Muyun said suddenly, with so many undercover agents by Deng Xiangtao's side, if you are not careful, something will happen.

"I have now let Song Peng and Xing Jian be together, but Kong Xiangyu and Teng Haozu can't get into danger yet." Deng Xiangtao said that Zhu Muyun's proposal was good, and a "Guxing Station" should be specially prepared for Song Peng and Xing Jian, so that they could continuously pass on the situation of the Guxing Station.

"It's almost time, and you should go back. Owed me money, brought it with? Zhu Muyun asked. He doesn't talk to people for too long, otherwise, how many people can he see in a day?

"I didn't come, but it should be soon, it should be in the next two days." Deng Xiangtao said that his current life is also tight. It's almost the New Year, so you have to prepare some New Year's money for your brothers. But Fu Ziqiang's money is not in place, so he can't be generous.

"That's okay, I'll have to give some New Year's materials to the people below later." Zhu Muyun urged.

"You are also registered in the general affairs section of the station, do you also send something to the people in the station?" Deng Xiangtao said that Zhu Muyun is now a small rich man, but he is greedy and stingy.

"As long as you have money, don't say send things, even if it's just gold bars." Zhu Muyun said that the money that Guxing Station owes him is not half a star.

"There are so many things on the dock, instead of cheapening outsiders, it is better to give some benefits to the station." Deng Xiangtao said that the last time he came from Chongqing, he only brought back 3,000 yuan. There are so many people in the station, and the monthly expenses are a lot of money.

The agents of the military command do not have the mind of the Communist Party, and if they can't even guarantee their lives, I'm afraid no one will die for their lives. If Fu Ziqiang's money can't be in place, in addition to sending Fu Ziqiang back to Chongqing, I'm afraid the best way is to reach out to Zhu Muyun to borrow money.

"I also want my brothers to get some benefits, but I can't help it." Zhu Muyun said helplessly, Deng Xiangtao's words reminded him. It's almost the New Year, and I don't know if the comrades in the base areas are living a very difficult life.

"No, you have to prepare a little, even if it's a pack of cigarettes or a bottle of wine, it's the same thing." Deng Xiangtao said.

"Cigarettes are fine, alcohol is not. When you're gone, just take a box of cigarettes with you. Zhu Muyun said that he would handle all the smuggled goods seized at the wharf. He had dozens of boxes of cigarettes in his hands alone.

Because of the blockade by the Japanese puppet, life in the Hunan-Hubei-Henan border region has become increasingly difficult. Bian Mingze used to smoke cigarettes, but now he can only smoke dry tobacco, and there is not much tobacco, and he can only smoke one pot a day. Other living materials are also becoming increasingly scarce. For example, salt seems ordinary, but if you don't eat salt for a long time, not only will you feel weak, but it will also lead to various diseases.

"Old Bian, do you still have tobacco here?" Qin Xiangqian is a big smoker, he has no pipe, he rushed in with a big white paper, and as soon as he came in, he searched for Mingze's tobacco.

"Lao Qin, are you borrowing tobacco? I think you're robbing! Bian Mingze looked at the paper in Qin Xiangqian's hand, if this paper was rolled into a cigarette, it would be impossible to have half a catty of tobacco.

"I said, what are you doing so stingy? As much as you borrow now, you will pay it back later. Qin Xiangqian said with a smile. He finally found Bian Mingze's cigarette pouch.

Qin Xiangqian spread the white paper on the table, grabbed a handful of cigarettes, and put it down in the middle. The long white paper was neatly rolled into a thick cigarette by him. The cigarette, almost two fingers in size and more than a foot long, stuck out his tongue and smeared a layer of saliva on the edge of the white paper, and the oversized cigarette was successfully completed.

"Lao Qin, I said that you borrowed so much, when are you going to pay it back?" Bian Mingze knew that Qin Xiangqian was addicted to smoking, and he couldn't bear it if he didn't smoke for three or five days. But if Qin Xiangqian doesn't smoke for a day, I'm afraid the work of the Propaganda Department will come to a standstill.

"I've driven away the Japanese devils, and I'll pay back as much as I borrowed." Qin Xiangqian said with a smile.

"That's what you said." Bian Mingze said.

At noon, Bian Mingze was in the cafeteria and saw Qin Xiangqian again. The big cigarette was only a third of it. There is a shortage of materials in the base areas, and they are administrative organs, and they have to give food to more combatant units. They can only drink porridge, and the porridge has to be used as a mirror. And the porridge is very light, not to mention sugar, not even salt.

As for the pickles, there were so many radish strips, no one was willing to eat them, even Qin Xiangqian and Bian Mingze just glanced at it, and walked away with the porridge.

"Lao Bian, it's almost the New Year, I have to think of a way to get some benefits for the comrades of the agency." Qin Qianqian lit a cigarette and walked with Bian Mingze. He drank that bit of porridge into his stomach in one gulp, not only did he not use chopsticks, but he didn't even have to wash the bowl.

"It's a matter for the logistics department, and there's nothing I can do about it." Bian Mingze shook his head.