Li Fengzhu was curious, is there anything unremarkable about Wei Yuan's resume? Her afterglow flew by Cheng Yunxiang from time to time, wanting to ask the truth, but she was afraid that there were too many words to ask today, and if Cheng Yunxiang was always unable to answer, it would inevitably make the relationship between the two too stiff.

But she didn't want Cheng Yunxiang to see through what she meant, so she took the initiative to explain: "It's not that I can't tell Lin Zhi, I saw him coming over just now, and I was indeed a little panicked." You think, the hearts of volunteers are noble, and there should be no thick or thin. From this point of view, it seems that newspaper interviews, which are opportunities to show their faces in front of the public, should be fairly distributed. However, no matter how friendly Lin Zhi is, his identity is always embarrassing in the eyes of the public. Professor Wei is different, he is highly respected, and I am naturally more inclined to give him the opportunity. But in this way, I feel very sorry for Lin Zhi......"

"I see. Li Fengzhu smiled, but his chest was depressed. Sakamoto has a good heart, but he is discriminated against for half of his blood. It is true that Wei Yuan is connected to the Chinese people by blood, but he has long since rebelled spiritually. It can be seen that the so-called compatriots should not be judged by blood.

Walking on the way home, Li Fengzhu began to repeatedly think about a series of recent events, and when he thought about it, he thought very far, from Ma Shouhua being falsely accused, thinking of the destruction of the patriotic movement, and by extension, to think about how the secret service organs were ingenious, how they did not leak, and how they were organized. After a big circle, many clues finally came down to one place, that is, the strategic purpose of journalistic research written by Kanaya Fanzo.

Thinking about it, I soon arrived at my destination. Li Fengzhu stood still at the door of the newspaper hall, looked at the small signboard at the door, sighed deeply, and kept whispering to himself, the past is still in the past, people are backed by the energy of the whole country, and there is nothing behind him except a knife. These things are not something that a single journalist can handle, so it's better to think of something light.

But people who are used to being busy can't accept a new kind of leisure life in a short period of time, so they have to find something to fill the void, and the casino is undoubtedly the best choice. So this night, Li Fengzhu went to the Dahua Hotel to dance again.

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In just two weeks, the dance scene can also be described as changing. Tang Shubai was almost assassinated, and cautiously tried to avoid noisy places as much as possible, while Li Fengzhu became a frequent visitor here in order to change his appearance.

Li Fengzhu seen during the day was always pale, with a gray haze in her eyes, and in the middle of the dance floor at night, after the neon lights, her face had plenty of blood, and she looked very energetic. The gentlemen here welcome the new lady as she always comes alone and does not turn down invitations to dance. In the eyes of men, her age is too old to talk about marriage, but it is just right if she plays for fun. A woman who has married someone in her thirties, as long as she is willing to come out to play, is very liberated and will not spoil her fun. This can be confirmed by the fact that she is willing to accept anyone's invitation.

At the end of the third dance, the body was excited, but the spirit was exhausted. Li Fengzhu walked off the dance floor, and he turned a little, and he was about to lose sight of the north and south. Someone behind her shouted "Mi Si Li", and the more she shouted, the louder it became, indicating that she was closer to her. She was so tired that she didn't want to bother with anyone who came, so she hurried up and squeezed into the crowd. In a hurry, she tripped over people's feet, and people tripped over her feet. In this way, he couldn't take two steps, and he began to lose his center of gravity, and went straight down uncontrollably towards a four-seater platform.

said that it was too late, and then quickly, a long arm stretched out out out of nowhere, and scooped up the upper half of Li Fengzhu's body.

Before Li Fengzhu stood up, he thanked him repeatedly, and when his hand was on the life-saving straw-like arm, his heart suddenly beat strangely, and his eyelids couldn't help blinking a few times. When she stood up and looked closely, the smile on her face could not tell what it was like, surprise, happiness, concern, curiosity, mixed emotions, only that she was no longer as annoying as before, this was clear and certain.

"I thought I was dazzled. The man laughed.

There were constantly crowds around him, and Li Fengzhu had no choice but to sit down on the side of the platform. His eyes were lowered, his hands were resting on the corners of the table, and his fingers were rubbing against each other. It took a long time before he smiled and replied, "I thought I was dazzled." ”

The man asked why.

Li Fengzhu didn't look up, just shook his head slightly, still pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Since you have come to the dance hall to have fun, why shouldn't you sit alone, this is very different from your style of editor-in-chief Tang." With that, he cautiously raised his eyes to pay attention to the bandage on Tang Shubai's right arm.

Dongxinglou's farewell was very hasty, and Chen Yanping's incident happened so suddenly the next day, causing Li Fengzhu to be unable to go to the hospital to thank Tang Shubai within a few days of the incident. dragged Chen Yanping's first seven years past, but there was a chance to find Tang Shubai. But at that time, he began to hesitate again, it was a great grace to save his life, and he went again after a week, and he seemed insincere, and he simply planned to drag it out to the end after hesitation. I don't want to, but I'll meet here.

Tang Shubai sneered and did not answer. It's just that he breathed a sigh of relief from the dantian, and his chest swelled, as if he had raised a full stomach of words, but when it came to his mouth, there was only a slight sigh that came out. Then he raised his right hand and pulled the curled bandage.

Li Fengzhu didn't know if his action was intentional, and he was embarrassed to return his gaze to his upper.

Neither of them spoke, and they caught the dance floor for intermission, so the music was low. The laughter and laughter around them set off their pair very strangely.

"Because I am the one he has made an appointment. Someone smiled and pulled out his seat and sat down unceremoniously.

When he listened, Tang Shubai still sneered, nodding and reluctantly welcoming the visitor. Li Fengzhu's face changed greatly, looking at Johnson with a relaxed face, and then at Tang Shubai, who looked tense, he really didn't understand which play these two people were singing.

"Are you healed?" Johnson asked, asking, and signaling the Brook to hand over the drink list.

Tang Shubai nodded and said, "Thank you for your concern, you will be able to remove the bandage soon." ”

Johnson asked for a glass of whiskey and another glass of ice, and hooked the index finger of his left hand a few times to signal the West Cub to avoid it. Then, leaning back on the back of the chair, he shook his thighs with his hands together, and said with a cold smile: "You should hate the party very much." ”

The tone was flat and affirmative, and there was a deep banter and mockery hidden in the smile.

At that time, Li Fengzhu was taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, and after listening to Johnson's words, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold the cigarette.

Tang Shubai was naturally extremely speechless, and he couldn't answer at all.

Johnson laughed: "I have a basis for asking this, because I have heard that the hoe gang is instructed by the party." I'm sorry for that. ”

As an Englishman, when I talk about sorry in this context, I usually mean more to express regret. But Li Fengzhu, with his years of experience with Johnson, thinks that his expression seems to have ulterior motives.

This is indeed the case, but this meaning can only be understood by Tang Shubai, who secretly played with Johnson.

"Who said that?" Tang Shubai trembled his lips, his laughter was very unnatural, squeezing out word by word, and his face tried hard to show a calm attitude. He pretended to be calm and asked, "I want to ask you for advice, where did you get the news?" I'm not afraid of your laughter, although I have investigated other people's cases neatly, but I haven't touched the door about my own matter. It's you—it's already conclusive. Miesley once suggested that the two of us cooperate to open an intelligence company, and now that I want to go, I think it is indeed feasible. After saying that, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, as if he was not very satisfied with what he had just said.

"You haven't answered me yet. Johnson smirked wickedly, insisting on asking.

Tang Shubai exhaled, quickly recovered his spirits, and asked him with a smile: "You are very sympathetic to the party, right? Otherwise, why do you care so much about my attitude towards the party?"

Johnson had a look of disdain on his face, straightened his eyebrows, and nodded exaggeratedly for a while before replying, "I say this because I think you should hate." ”

Li Fengzhu sat without saying a word, listening quietly to their strange conversation. These words must be very important, and if you study them carefully, you may be able to dig up a secret that shocks the world. But what Li Fengzhu struggled with was whether to care about these things. She went around proclaiming that she was no longer a field reporter and would never bother with such extra heart again. At this time, only silence is the appropriate response.

However, in a corner of her subconscious, she is still asserting her own analysis of Johnson's intentions. is also an assassination of traitors, the object of the last time was Fang Qian, and after the accident, the attitude of the Oriental Consulate has always been to be suspicious of everyone before the truth is revealed. And this time, the movement seems to be much smaller. To say that Tang Shubai is indeed not as high as Fang Qian's status, but he will soon be able to compare, why is his safety not valued by the consulate? Either Tang Shubai is open to anti-Japanese elements, or the Orientals are no longer satisfied with him and value him. No matter which one it is, if you think about it, the relationship between Tang Shubai and the anti-Japanese elements does not seem to be as incompatible as imagined.