The agents of the Fourth Operation Brigade of the Operations Corps of the Secret Service Headquarters did not follow them to the courtyard, this place was the third time they came, and they had never found anything abnormal, not to mention, Zhou Xiyuan was chic and happy in the house, they were standing guard outside, how could there be such a thing?

Although Zhou Xiyuan is the inspector of the Hangzhou Experimental Zone, he does not have much real power in this position, if it weren't for Wan Li Langgao to look at him, these spies would not be too lazy to take care of him.

Bang, very dull sound, just entered the room and turned on the light, Zhou Xiyuan was dazzled by the light, and before he could adapt to the change in light, he was hit the back of the head.

It was over, Zhou Xiyuan felt the change in himself, his mouth was blocked by the choking smell of the rag, his body was tied to the chair, and his whole body was wet.

On the other side was a backup dancer, her mouth was gagged with a towel, and her eyes were full of fear.

There were four people in the room, and a man sitting in a chair to his left, smoking slowly, had a shell gun in front of him, presumably the leader.

One sat in the corner of the table to his right, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, a German-made saber to be exact, a third with a basin in his hand, and a fourth with a camera.

When I was a traitor, I also thought about such a moment, but I didn't expect it to be such a scene, why should I enjoy the world of flowers in Shanghai, and go to the Hangzhou Experimental Zone as soon as the deputy head of the district, maybe the military commander can't do anything about it!

"Section chief, why bother with this, your head will fall off with a knife!" The guy with the dagger said.

Zhou Xiyuan would rather do this, although there is no corpse to die in this way, but the problem is, suffer a lot less, anyway, if you want to die, how happy it is!

"I can't see bloodshed, and besides, dirty floors in other people's apartments, what an immoral thing, the quality is too low, and it is not the style of our military commanders. You go to the kitchen to get a bucket of water, anyway, he has been in the military command, and I will leave him a whole corpse. The leader said.

Zhou Xiyuan, who betrayed the military commander and betrayed the first district of Shanghai, watched in despair as a guy went to the kitchen to fetch a bucket of water, and was pressed into the bucket by two people by the hair and pressed against the back of the chair, no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail, and only a few minutes later, a sinful soul disappeared from this world.

"Director Chen, I just received a report that Zhou Xiyuan was drowning alive in an apartment in the French Concession at the home of the accompanying girl of the Zhaofeng General Association." Fu Yewen called and said.

Chen Mingxiang is the director of the inspection office, this kind of thing must be known to him, in fact, for the secret service headquarters, Zhou Xiyuan has no value.

"Doesn't this bastard know that he is the target of an assassination by the military commander? Unexpectedly, he didn't return home at night out of protection, and he deserved to die, and if he looked for a woman, he wouldn't bring it to the brigade headquarters? Idiot! Chen Mingxiang said.

"What you said is also true, Zhou Xiyuan is looking for his own death, I have already called Pan and Lin Zhijiang, and I have made a great contribution to the secret service headquarters, in order to avoid criticism, the Huxi Special Police General Office will file a case for investigation, and the action team will buy a thin coffin and bury it!" Fu Yewen obviously didn't want to care about such a bad thing.

This is the sorrow of being a traitor, not to mention a thick burial, the coffin has to be bought with thin skin, according to Lin Zhijiang's character, whether he can buy it or not is another matter, find a graveyard and dig a pit and bury it!

"Did you call Wan Lilang?" Chen Mingxiang asked.

"The telephone did not work, and it is estimated that the telephone line was destroyed by the guerrillas, and when I sent him a telegram, he replied that the headquarters would be responsible for handling the aftermath, and he would not return to Shanghai." Fu Yewen said.

People are dead, and when they come back, they have a fart, and they can't get anything but provoke a belly of anger, so they are simply out of sight and out of mind.

When Zheng Tonghui saw the medicine in front of him, he couldn't believe his eyes, boxes of sulfonamides, quinine and aspirin tablets, these drugs are currently more precious than gold, and they can't be bought with money.

Since the central Hebei region was swept by the Japanese troops stationed in North China, the casualties of the soldiers and the masses were very large, and a large amount of medicine was needed for treatment, and the Western medicine in the base area was too scarce.

The higher authorities instructed the underground party organizations in various localities to find ways to overcome difficulties in the big cities and procure urgently needed western medicines, but there has been no progress in this work in Shanghai so far, and the comrades are simply anxious.

First, there is not so much money, and the prices of drugs on the black market are almost sky-high, and second, there are not so many sources on the market, and the Japanese army strictly controls the sale of drugs.

Although the procurement and transportation team tried their best and did not raise a few boxes of Western medicine, a drop in the bucket, to no avail, at this time, Chen Mingxiang reached out to help, how many lives will be saved?

"Mr. Chen, how many of these goods of yours can be sold to the anti-Japanese base areas? Also, can you get a better price? ”

"You know the actual situation in the base area, and you will definitely not be able to come up with so much money for a while, but I can give you an IOU, and the promises we made will definitely be fulfilled, you can rest assured of this." Zheng Tonghui asked a little nervously.

He was very worried that Chen Mingxiang would sell it to himself at the market price, the essence of the other party was still a businessman, how could there be a reason not to make money if he put it away? Western medicine is a scarce resource in wartime, and some people want to buy it at a high price, and it is very difficult to buy a box of sulfonamides with the money in their hands.

It's not that Zheng Tonghui is not greedy enough, he always wants to take advantage of Chen Mingxiang, and it's not because of Lu Kunyu's relationship that he relies on Chen Mingxiang, everyone is willing to trade fairly, pay money with one hand and deliver with the other, and the favor owed is smaller.

However, the problem now is that the situation in the base areas is very urgent, and it is too late to raise money, and it is estimated that such a large amount of cash will not be able to be scraped together in two or three years.

"Are you willing to pay for it? Then you're welcome, sulfonamide tablets cost four yuan per tablet, aspirin tablets cost five yuan each, quinine costs fourteen yuan per pill, sulfonamide 200,000 tablets are worth 800,000 yuan, aspirin 100,000 tablets are worth 500,000 yuan, and quinine 100,000 pills are worth 1.4 million yuan. ”

"The quantity of other medicines is not much, it is regarded as an addition to my transaction, and it is given away for free, the total payment is 2.7 million yuan, according to the current currency value, with 25 yuan of central storage coupons exchanged for one dollar, and then give you a discount, give me 100,000 dollars, and you can pull all these drugs away." Chen Mingxiang said with a smile.

Want money? You don't want to think about it, if I put these on the black market, even if I put them in the national control area, the money I make will be several times more profitable, and some people are rushing to ask for this price.

The reason for this is entirely out of the conscience of a Chinese person, no matter how difficult the national control area is, it is much stronger than the base area, and before the Yunnan-Burma highway was cut off, it has been transporting a steady stream of materials, a large part of which is medicine.

With the help of U.S. aid, the Yamashiro government was still living an extremely difficult life, which shows how much effort and effort Xiang had put into the self-reliant underground party base to persist in the War of Resistance.