Just after he returned to Nanjing, he called Chang Kaishen and instructed him to prepare materials for Mei Sipin and Li Shiqun. It was also at this time that Wu Sibao asked Chang Kaishen who could tell ** the secret contact between Zhan Guoqiang and his team.

It was precisely for this reason that Li Guangyuan was not arrested immediately after returning to Nanjing. He was an indispensable link in the conspiracy that Wu Sibao had begun.

In the country, there is now a situation in which senior officials are placed in strictly defined positions in the officialdom, and once their powers and responsibilities are clear, they become parts of a machine that works in harmony. Now, on the eve of the collapse of the puppet regime, they have only one thought in their minds: how to jump out of the overturned carriage, how to hide.

Since those who have lost their social consciousness have contradictions in their consciences, and whose crimes, loss of principles, groveling, subservience, betrayal of frustrated friends, and suppression of sound reason and logic have been compensated for by the benefits they have gained in the service of Wang, the situation in the spring of 1940 has made these officials all the more inclined to cease their internal struggles for their own salvation. Starting with the "No. 2" character, everyone is ready to put the adored Wang Wei aside, even if it is only to get the guarantee of his own life.

After listening to Wu Sibao's words, Chang Kaishen immediately understood that he must not tell him about Li Guangyuan's contacts with the secret organs of the Communist Party.

Chang Kaishen had his own life-saving plan, but he didn't expect that his plan coincided with Wu Sibao, so he said; "If you have time to see Li Guangyuan, Comrade Minister, if he decides to return to Nanking, call you and get to the place you have designated, then I ask you to emphasize the following points in particular in helping him to understand the work ahead: your main task now is absolutely different from the one that has already been accomplished; Your task is to protect Zhan Guoqiang and his people, and you must keep their negotiations absolutely secret, not only to avoid Mr. Wang's disappointment, but also to prevent this news from reaching Yan'an, it is not clear who is really taking advantage of the results of the negotiations between Japan and this side, and in any case not letting Moscow and Yan'an know the fact of these negotiations, which is extremely important. ”

At that time, Wu Sibao looked at Chang Kaishen with special prudence and assessment, but he did not ask questions, and he, like most high-ranking officials of the Kuomintang, liked to follow the rules of children's games: not to say "yes" or "no", not to specify "black" and "white". If Chang Kaishen had felt the need to talk about what he wanted to know about Li Guangyuan, he would have done so. Let Chang Kaishen take care of it, he knows how this plan is arranged. Would he have involved a suspicious person in this discussion? Of course not. But what if he did? So what? He is a connoisseur and thinks about what awaits him. Let him be. One should learn to put aside the superfluous and keep only the outline of the important ideas in the mind, leaving the details to the connoisseurs. I, the politician Wu Sibao, put forward the idea, and my assistant's task was to turn it into reality. Obviously, none of them will oppose the spirit of our morality and law. I have a stake in the country, and let the secret police think about how they can help me in my career. The executor is responsible for the details, otherwise they are the only ones who ask. Ideas are not governed.

As soon as he arrived at the secret laboratory, Wu Sibao immediately found a third way to talk to the candidates, which was also the most suitable way to have a comradely frank conversation in the struggle for the realization of the country's glorious ideals.

Connector codes, bank account numbers, in a word, all the details are already known to his people. The contact information has been agreed, and only goodbye remains.

Everyone has their own wishes, but there is not much more for the lad to say. When it comes to his work, he's an amazing expert. Number one is more in line than number three. The practitioner is always more knowledgeable than the theoretician, his subordinates know the enemy's situation very well, and Chang Kaishen and Ding Mocun have a high opinion of his professional qualities. The other, who grew up in an orphanage, had a good relationship with the family of an old Kuomintang member. This should be done with everyone, so that they may draw their attention to the signs of the revival of National Socialist ideas in various parts of the world. The question must be explained by them with great precision, without any illusions, and only by a sober analysis of reality, and nothing else.

The men who greeted Wu Sibao at the gate said, "You are in such a good mood today, Comrade Minister. ”

"That's right," Wu Sibao replied, patting him on the neck.

"Hey, what does this have to do with ancient folk songs, heroic songs, and myths?" The woman laughed and laughed in a low voice, "Drink some vodka, you forgot about it?" ”

She sat with her legs pressed under her body and like a Japanese. She is indeed as tall as Li Guangyuan imagined, but she is even more beautiful.

"What exactly are you talking about?" Li Guangyuan drank a glass of sweet Swedish vodka with a pleasant mood that even he felt strange, and then asked.

"Everything is simple." The woman replied, "A girl from a good family should have a job, and women should be emancipated." My dream was to be a staff officer, I liked to draw up battle plans very much, I played not with puppets, but with soldiers made of tin, and now I have one of the best collections in Europe, and there are Red Army soldiers in it, which I will show you later. Would you like to? ”

"Yes."

That's it, my father and mother arranged for a future as a linguist. But what kind of science is that? It was not science, but a practical thing, like an aesthetic craftsman who decorates a restaurant, who knows how to use dyed wood, how to remind the corners of the hall of Spain of the white walls, the parts of the old carriages, and the many dull copper coins. ”

"Alright, alright," Li Guangyuan smiled slightly, "Only your narrow scope of specialization, the relationship between ancient Chinese and modern literature is completely a staff profession. Can you prove that the roots are the same and the meaning is the same? Yes, it would be like declaring the merger of South Korea and North Korea. ”

"Oh my God, I've proven it a long time ago, but it hasn't been merged yet. Later I deduced that most of the heroic songs were also produced in us. The aristocratic social strata in other places over there were originally Han Chinese, and it was they, our ancestors who brought Shi Zhi's works there, and when Japan caught up with us, they brought their Zhuangtu songs there, that devilish country. ”

"Is this a result of science? Maybe again your general staff made of tin, in order to make it easier for us to go to war with Japan and find a basis? ”

"In any case, it was the General Staff of the Red Army that found the basis for the merger." The woman let out a strange laugh, "By no means our General Staff." ”

"Another vodka, please, okay?"

"Would you like to drink more? I had good appetizers. ”

"God knows, I guess I really want to eat it."

The woman stood up lightly, her skirt as short as a sports skirt. Li Guangyuan saw this woman's beautiful legs. He had been given a strange and distressing law: a beautiful face must be ugly; His hands were soft, he must have legs like hemp rods, he had fluffy hair, and his neck must be unsightly thick.

"This woman is so well-proportioned all over her body," Li Guangyuan thought to himself, "that nature has given her everything, not according to that cruel logic." ”

The woman's chicken was grilled so deliciously that the honey was not smeared thinly, but in a thick layer, and although the chicken was thinly cut, it was piled up like a hill.

"Drink, eat......," she said, settling lightly in her chair, "I love watching men eat." It's not so scary to be alive. ”

"Tell me about the songs of the ancient heroes." Li Guangyuan said.

"Do you only ask a woman to bed after a purely rational conversation? I'm ready to sleep with you right away. ”

"Really?"

"You don't seem to know that a man like you would be instantly fallen in love with a woman"

"Why?"

"You have a sense of reliability"

"That's all a woman needs?"

"What else can you propose? Then go buy me a collar and I'll be your dog." ”

"You like dogs?"

"That's a question only foreigners ask." The woman shrugged, "Or a Spaniard, not an Italian anyway." Isn't there anyone who doesn't love dogs? ”

"I'll give you a new nickname, 'Razor'. Do you agree? ”

"Whatever"

"So, let's talk about the Song of the Heroes"

"Do you have cigarettes?"

"Of course."

"I want to smoke one"

"But you're not a smoker, are you?"

"I quit. I used to smoke in middle school, not only did I smoke, but I also drank liquor. Everything is a thing of the past......"

"Well done. Learning is hard, fighting is easy. ”

"This seems to be what the Russian general Suvorov said."

"Exactly. If I'm not mistaken, he was a marshal at that time. ”

"You're mistaken. He is the supreme commander-in-chief. ”

"Listen to me, I'm glad to be here with you."

"You're not here. In my opinion, you have official duties. ”

"To hell with that official business. You'll do a great job, though, there's no doubt about it. Which of my colleagues did you contact before? ”

"I guess you can't tell anyone, right? My protector warned me. ”

"You can tell me."

"Yes, yes." The woman smiled: "It's called a lighthouse." ”

"He did call it a lighthouse. What do you think of him? ”

"A lovely guy who did his best to help my husband, or the way he used to make an effort, in short, he was very measured."

"Why do you use the past tense when talking about him?"

"He is now lying in a field hospital. The blast swept him down and ...... internal injuries."

"Let's talk about the ancient pre-Qin epic. That's a lot of fun. Have another drink. ”

"Do you like women who drink heavily?"

"God knows, don't feel inhibited. It's like playing on a tennis court with someone at your level. ”

"Why are you interested in epics?" The woman shrugged her shoulders.

"Because you make me happy. A person can only be truly known when he talks about his career. ”

"You're talking about men. A woman can only be known if she is in love, she is nursing children, she cooks for a man, and she watches her husband fall asleep melancholy. No, I'm not a psychologist, really, why are you looking at me like that? ”

"I've got to get a good look at you."

"That's why I asked."

"Please keep talking."

"Do you know Russian?"

"If you can read, you have to rely on a dictionary."

"Have you read the Finnish epic? Or the Epic of Callivy, a beautiful name, you know? ”

"No, I don't know. Heard about it by chance. Did we translate? ”

"We can't translate, only the Russians can skillfully translate."

"Why? Is this their prerogative? ”

"Russia is located at the junction of Europe and Asia, with a mixture of many languages, with caravans entering Persia, India, China, Khazars and Szaffers; Byzantine, delicious hot soup ......"

"So there is the Epic of Calivi"

"Actually, in the pre-Qin period, we had a strong soldier song that sang the praises of the soldiers who died in battle. I did a comparative analysis and the two are very similar. Their heroic songs are more similar to ours. ”

The woman pronounced the woman, and she said that Russian names did not have an odd accent. Li Guangyuan forced himself to stare at the cigarette in his hand, worried to look at her face again.

"In short, the song of the strong man is interesting." The woman sighed, "They conclude that in life, it is necessary to live at all times, and not only to live, but also to win, to be aggressive, to strive for honor." Only then will death be unforfeited, for your name will be left to posterity. The higher you rise, the more reliable the guarantee to avoid burying is no, it's true, why are you laughing? ”

"I'm glad to hear you."

"Drink?"

"I'm going to drink your wine out."

"I can go to the embassy's mall and buy it, it's cheap."

"Let's go on"

"What do you mean by 'then'? There was a Grand Duke Vladimir in Russia, who baptized the people. He became a saint and was nicknamed 'The Golden Sun'. The more famous the Grand Duke is, the more he must praise him, and the more beautiful the songs of the heroes who describe him will be. The brilliance of his fame shined out on his relatives, his uncle Dubrenia, friend and comrade-in-arms Mulomcha; When the epic of this war is completed, the glory of the leader of the nation will also fall on you. Pretty exciting, isn't it? ”

"Very wonderful. But where is the logic? Is it Grand Duke Vladimir, Uncle Dubrenia and Warrior Mulomcha? ”

"I'm a woman after all, we women are an emotion, and you men are the logic. For example, there is a strong Russian song about the battle between Muromets and his son Boris, although people call him Zibut, sometimes Sokolniko, and later Zhidovin, when Ilya learns that Zhidovin is his relative, he releases Zhidovin, but the son decides to kill his father while he is asleep, but without success. Muromets' magical cross saved his life. This seven-year-old man has incredible power"

"What do you mean by a 'seven-year-old'?"

"According to the ancient method of calculation of the Slavs, from forty to fifty-five years old, this is the age of wisdom, and now compare it with the Germanic legend that describes the battle of Gildenblanche's son Aletsil Rangi near Bern, does it not look like it? Very similar. The father also fought with his son, but the moment the old man pulled out his knife and stabbed his own child to death, they reconciled. The young warrior told the old man what his mother had told him. She told her son who his father was. Tears. What about joy, farewell, and the Epic of Klert that depicts the Yongtu Kizarora and his Hubdon? Closer to the Russian epic. He came from the Varans to the Greeks, not from the Germans to the Persians. In the fight, he also killed his son like Mulomets, but he knew who he had killed, and he lay on the corpse and wept for three days, and then he committed suicide. You see, we're all pretty much the same. ”

Li Guangyuan shrugged; "What, it's time to unite?"

"You know, why I want you to stay with me?"

"I guessed it"

"Tell me about it?"

"You're scared, so you want me to stay around."

"That's right. But it's actually a different story. Men live in a longing for the beautiful woman they have in mind. These women know everything and are very good at talking, not just in bed. All people need true friends. We women are very quick thinkers and thinkers, more than you. You know, if we could write like men, we'd write books like this, and very good books. I think you're already in my mind, you're here now,"

He woke up. He felt a heavy gaze staring at him all the time.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his face.

"You're talking in your sleep," she murmured, "it's not good. ”

"Am I complaining about life?"

She sighed, looked cautiously at his forehead, and asked, "Do you want to smoke a cigarette?" ”

"I'm a smoker," he said, "and I don't smoke without a sip of hot tea."

"The tea has already been brewed for you."

"By the way, what did Zhan Guoqiang say about our work?"

The woman looked at him in astonishment. Li Guangyuan understood that Zhan Guoqiang had not met her.

"Who told you I had to come to you?"

"The man didn't sign up"

"Bald, with a beard, the left side of the face spasms from time to time."

"Yes." The woman replied, "though I don't think I should tell you." ”

"I can't say it anyway. Let's go have some tea, we've got something to do when we're done, don't we? ”

"When I was in my hometown, there was a servant in my family, who was from Ningbo, and she told me that when they were going to give the child a week, the patriarch would wrap a strand of the baby's hair in a red cloth and throw it into the well. If the red cloth does not sink, it means that the baby will live a long and happy life. Your mom probably told you that your red cloth didn't sink, did she? ”

"I've never seen my mother'......"

"Poor man. How terrible life must be without a mother. What about Dad? Do you remember him vividly? ”

"Yes."

"He's married again?"

"Nope."

"Who cooks for you?"

"Dad was an expert at this, and I learned it later. But then I hired a maid. ”

"A young one?"

"Yes"

"What's it called? Can I guess? Blade or piano? ”

"No, that's the name of the woman I contacted."

"You talked about her during the night."

"Apparently not only this night."

"I can't guess you. So, don't go see that dark-haired man until this evening. That's the King of Spades, and he's going to bring you misfortune. ”

The woman went to the kitchen. The kitchen is neatly managed and decorated with wood. Li Guangyuan stood up and looked out the window at the empty and silent street. He thought, "I'm the target of this game, and that's true." But I don't understand how this game ends. I accepted the terms put forward by Chang Kaishen and Zhan Guoqiang, and it was clear that I was doing the right thing. However, on days like these, they only play my card so little. They are cunning, their intrigues are long-range. I don't understand, where are they trying to hit, with what cannon and at whom? Am I going to be spotted by them? I don't know. But I think if they finally see through me, then they won't give up on long-term action. The last bell rang and they wasted a few minutes. When I set off with Zhan Guoqiang in desperation, I did feel that it was the only way to go. However, what if Zhan Guoqiang had already sensed my determination? However, the most puzzling thing is why Zhan Guoqiang mentioned her name, and Chang Kaishen told her about me in advance? Herein lies the problem. ”

The connector man really had a pair of small, sharp, sunken eyes; The hair on the sideburns is also really inky, much like the old K of spades. He listened intently to the distant explosion of a nearby factory being bombed. He bowed his head, as if bowing to the last but respectable interlocutor.

"I've been waiting for you since morning, Mr. Lee," he said, "and it's a pleasure to see you, please be seated." ”

"Thanks, who told you I was coming to you in the morning?"

"Mr. Zhan Guoqiang."

"Strange. I didn't say to anyone, I intend to come to you first. ”

The connector sighed and said, "What if it's intuition? ”

"You believe it?"

"That's why I'm alive until now. I have prepared two candidates for you, Li Guangyuan. ”

"Only two?"

"The rest slipped away," the connector laughed, "and they had gone up with the smoke of the crematorium, and it was only these few people." ”

He handed Li Guangyuan two file bags, then turned on the electric stove, took out the tea leaves from the cabinet, and asked Li Guangyuan whether he liked to drink green tea or black tea. He shrugged in surprise, "Green tea is not good for the kidneys and stomach, it is not good at all. ”

He made two cups of black tea, then lit a cigarette and said, "I don't understand what you want these scum for?" But I suggest you pay extra attention to the guy named Zhang Yishan, who is a rare slippery head. ”

"Isn't the other one slippery?"

"This person is a little inexplicable."

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's so elusive that it's hard to say that he was a craftsman who, together with his brother, invented an ingenious purification device.

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