Fang Buwei was very excited, and wanted to laugh three times.

But now is not the time to rejoice.

Only when the chairman of the committee lands safely in Wuhan can he be called a complete merit.

The radio kept ringing, and it kept receiving telegrams from two of the two Enscher planes along the established route, which rang for more than an hour.

"Sir, there's an emergency!" A newspaper receiver violently ripped off the headset and handed a telegram to Fang Buwei's hand.

There is a line of numbers on it, and the receiver only knows that the first two groups represent 100,000 urgent, and he doesn't know what the rest is.

Fang Buwei glanced at it quickly, and after making sure that it was correct, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The commission has arrived safely in Wuhan, don't read it!

This is the special password of the attendant's room, which proves that this message is not sent by Qian Dajun or Lin Wei.

Fang Buwei exhaled violently, and leaned back on the back of the chair softly, as if he had sucked away the bones in his body.

I was finally able to put my mind at ease.

It's past five o'clock in the morning, and in another hour or so, it's dawn.

If you calculate the time, more than 30 hours have passed since the chairman of the NPC Standing Committee held the meeting the night before yesterday.

In the past 30 hours, most of the time, Fang Buwei was tense and nervous.

Are you kidding.

The 14 divisions with 100,000 men, two flight brigades of the Nationalist Army, two Soviet volunteer brigades, and a full 100 fighters were all under the command of Fang Bu.

This is nothing, the point is that as long as the action fails, the chairman of the committee will be in his own hands.

What the consequences will be, Fang Buwei can't even think about it.

Fang is not nervous, it is the hell.

The plan was going well, all the goals had been achieved, and Fang Buwei felt like a mountain had been removed from his heart.

As a result of his sudden relaxation, Fang Chuan felt a wave of dizziness coming, and he dared to take morphine.

Fang Buwei let out a groan of comfort, closed his eyes gently, and kept exhaling a long breath.

"Hoo ......"

"Sir, sir......"

Ye Xingzhong looked at Fang Buwei in horror, and his eyes were about to protrude.

Fang Buwei's breath actually exhaled for more than a minute?

This is for ordinary people, I'm afraid I'll die early!

If it weren't for Fang Buwei's eyelids moving slightly, it didn't look like he had fainted, Ye Xingzhong would have pounced on it and pinched Fang Buwei's person.

"Don't ......be noisy," Fang Buwei replied softly.

Ye Xingzhong breathed a sigh of relief.

Just stay alive.

"Silence!"

Feng Jiashan stiffened a finger, put it to his mouth, and made a silent movement.

It means that the receptionist, the dispatcher, the operator, the guard, the herald, etc., make their movements as light as possible.

After the special police captain Ruan Jinyun escorted those people back to the Central Military Academy, he was interrogated with Ye Xingzhong and Feng Jiashan, and they naturally knew what Fang Buwei was doing in the past two days.

It's so urgent, it's so important, and it can't go wrong in the slightest, who doesn't take a hundred and twenty to deal with it carefully?

Don't be nervous, that's a fairy.

Seeing that Fang is not like this, I think the plan is a success.

Ye Xingzhong and Feng Jiashan glanced at each other, and they both saw the joy in each other's eyes.

First, he was happy for the chairman and escaped smoothly.

Second, the substitute party is not happy.

The tide rises, and along the way, they all follow Fang Buwei closely.

The higher Fang Buwei's status and the heavier his identity, the more important his cronies will be.

Although the radio station is still ringing, the frequency of receiving reports tends to be much lower, and at most, the Wuhan side is spreading the news of the chairman's safe arrival in Wuhan to various places.

The phone never rang again, and no one reported anything to Fang Buwei again.

Fang Buwei was only responsible for sending the chairman out safely, so far, his tasks have been completed, and the supreme military order will naturally return to Tang Shengzhi.

I don't know when, Fang Buwei actually fell asleep, Ye Xingzhong didn't dare to call him, just covered him with a blanket, and ordered the guards to burn two charcoal basins outside, and after the smoke was over, they moved to his feet.

Fang Buwei was awakened by a phone call.

When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn.

A flash of morning light shines through the gap in the curtain and shines on the wall, emitting a bright light.

Fang Buwei was in a trance, he looked at the furnishings around him, and shook his head again, only to remember that he was still sleeping in the command room.

Ye Xingzhong grabbed the microphone, sighed director, and handed the phone to Fang Buwei: "It's Director Qian!" ”

"You bastard, why don't you wake up Lao Tzu?" Fang Buwei wiped his face and picked up the microphone handed over by Ye Xingzhong.

"Ah...... Sneeze...... Yes...... Sneezing ......"

Fang Buwei first heard a series of sneezing sounds.

Qian Dajun caught a cold.

Hell if you don't catch a cold.

At an altitude of thousands of meters, it is still winter, and the wind blows on people's faces, as if they are cutting with a knife.

Fang is not an estimate, and the chairman of the committee may have a minor illness.

"Director, are you alright?" When Qian Dajun's sneezing stopped, Fang Buwei greeted him.

"What is this, it's just a little cold!" Qian Dajun replied, "Thank you too...... Even the chairman said thanks to you......"

Qian Dajun thanked him first, "Thank you for your hard work...... Fly all the way, no thrills! ”

"That's good!" Fang Buwei replied, and then asked, "I don't know what the director commands?" ”

"Nothing serious!" Qian Dajun said, "Mrs. Song asked me to ask you, how did you interrogate those few people?" ”

After listening to Qian Dajun, Fang Buwei glared at Ye Xingzhong fiercely.

Knowing that there are still important things to deal with, this bastard doesn't say anything to wake himself up.

He originally wanted to wait for the news that the chairman had landed safely and then go through it in person, but how did he know that he fell asleep?

"I haven't taken care of it yet, I'll review it right away!" Fang is not a return.

"Don't worry, I'm just asking as usual!" Qian Dajun replied.

It's not as easy as he says.

As soon as she got off the plane, Mrs. Song was in a hurry to ask Qian Dajun and Lin Wei to call Fang Buwei and quickly find a way to send his few people out.

It means that if there is evidence, she can think whatever she wants, and if there is no evidence, she will be sent to Wuhan.

After being reprimanded by the chairman of the committee for a few words, Mrs. Song gave up.

Just over three hours later, Mrs. Song sent someone to urge her, and Qian Dajun asked the chairman of the committee before she called Fang Buwei.

Qian Dajun said again, "The chairman asked me to tell you that there must be no fish that slip through the net!" ”

"Understood!" Fang Buwei responded.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away.

Not to mention Mrs. Song, even if the chairman orders him to release people now, even if he releases him, he will secretly send someone to arrest him again.

What are you kidding, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes to ask for someone, I will wait until it is clear!

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