Zhan Guoqiang did not plan to meet with the U.S. ambassador, Harriman, because he knew that Kyle was an experienced spy leader, and there was no need to talk to him with too much exaggeration (which is often the case in Harriman conversations).

Zhan Guoqiang pinched the filter of the "Old Knife" brand cigarette three times with his thumb and forefinger, and then lit the cigarette and smoked it. He was a well-known smoker, although he was never a voracious smoker. His piercing dark eyes flickered melancholy and alertly behind the lenses of his nose-pinched glasses. He was very cold to his subordinates. The conversation was brief. His subordinates looked at the note given to him by the People's Commissar and replied that he would immediately report it to the Government.

Receipt of the letter. With regard to the holding of negotiations in Yan'an by the officers of the Command, I should inform your Ambassador that the Government considers this matter not to be a misunderstanding, but rather a more unpleasant one.

From your letter of March 12 and the telegram sent by the parties to the Joint Command on March 11, it can be seen that Zhan Guoqiang and his entourage have arrived in Yan'an. Representatives of the command discussed the surrender of the northern Japanese army. When the Government statement stated that it was necessary for representatives of the army command to attend such negotiations, they were unjustifiably refused.

It can be seen from this that in Yan'an, for two weeks, negotiations were taking place with the representatives of the command on one side and the Anglo-American command on the other, carrying the Soviet Union, which had borne the main burden of the war against Japan. The Soviet Government considered this to be inadmissible

After Li Guangyuan reported the details of the talks between Zhan Guoqiang and that side, Chang Kaishen's reaction was unexpected. He felt joy, and this joy was accompanied by a sense of revenge. As a person who is good at analyzing problems, he can understand that his joy is very similar to the jealousy peculiar to a jealous woman with an aging face.

Chang Kaishen believes in psychotherapy. He almost never takes medicine. When he was sick, he stripped off his clothes, forced himself into a trance, and then concentrated his willpower on the sick part of his body. With this method, he can cure follicular pharyngitis within a day; He also supported him when he had a cold and never lay down. He was good at healing his jealousy and restraining the sorrow of his heart, and no one knew that he had suffered from depression since his youth, and his attacks were terrible. He was equally adept at healing himself of this sudden burst of unseemly joy.

"I'm Chang Kaishen," the director of the Party Affairs Office picked up the microphone and said, "Hello, Ding Mocun, please come to me, come immediately"

"Yes," Chang Kaishen continued, "we should act cautiously, and this matter should be handled through Dingmo Village. But I didn't say anything about Dingmo Village. I just asked him to recall Zhan Guoqiang to Berlin again. I can say to Ding Mocun that, according to the information I have received, Zhan Guoqiang has betrayed the cause of the motherland. I begged him not to disclose this to my friend Mr. Wang, lest his empty mind be irritated. I ordered Ding Mocun to detain Zhan Guoqiang and force him to tell the truth. After Zhan Guoqiang confessed, I recorded his confession, and Ding Mocun personally put the confession on my desk, and I showed this confession to Mr. Wang, and then Zhan Guoqiang was finished. At that time, I was the only one who stayed with Mr. Wang. Li Shiqun is a hysterical patient, he is nothing, and he will not know what I know in the future. He had many ideas, but no money. I want to take his ideas and the party's money into my own hands. I will not repeat their mistakes, because future victories are mine"

Like any agency worker who has served for many years under the leadership of the president, Chang Kaishen often makes a mistake in his thinking and methods, believing that he is omnipotent, that nothing can be difficult for him, and that he thinks that his understanding of everything far exceeds that of his opponents. Chang Kaishen considered himself the ideological organizer of the National Socialist movement, and he despised the concrete and trivial work. In short, he has a contemptuous attitude towards everything that constitutes the concept of "professionalization".

He suffered a loss at this point, and it goes without saying that Ding Mocun did not disclose any information to Zhan Guoqiang, because it was an order from the director of the Party Affairs Office. He again ordered that Zhan Guoqiang be recalled from Tokyo to Nanjing immediately. Within the huge organs of the Central Security Bureau, nothing can escape the close surveillance of Mei Sipin and Wu Sibao. One of Ding Mocun's radio operators had already been bribed by Wu Sibao's men, who reported the contents of a top-secret telegram to Tokyo to his undisclosed superiors to "supervise Zhan Guoqiang's flight back to Nanjing."

Wu Sibao understood that the situation was urgent, and what happened later was simpler, because it was not difficult for the spy agency to find out the exact date of Zhan Guoqiang's flight to Nanjing. On that day, on the improvised military airfield, two cars were waiting for him.

One was an armored prison cart with three thugs from Underground Prison No. 76 occupied. In another car sat Wu Sibao, head of the guard detachment and director of the Political Reconnaissance Bureau. So, three black-clothed thugs with dull expressions and the elegant, pretty, and personable Wu Sibao (who deliberately wore a delicate caftan on this occasion. Walked together to the ramp of the plane. At this time, the gangway was already leaning against the cabin door of the "Glorious" plane, and before the thugs had time to take out their pistols, Wu Sibao's strong fingers had already tightly grasped Zhan Guoqiang's cold hands.

Under these circumstances, the jailers did not dare to risk arresting Zhan Guoqiang, but only closely monitored where Wu Sibao's car was going. Wu Sibao sent Zhan Guoqiang, the senior captain of the guard, to the residence of the original general. Fu had already arrived at his residence at this time, but it was not this reason that prevented Chang Kaishen's attack, but another circumstance that prevented his sister from marrying his cousin, so he became Wang Wei's immediate family. He even called him "my dear brother-in-law" while eating tea......

Wu Sibao turned on the radio to the maximum volume, and then shouted to Zhan Guoqiang, "You messed up the whole operation and put me in a position of being beaten, do you understand this?" How did Chang Kaishen and Ding Mocun learn about your negotiations? How did that bad spy get the know? ”

Zhan Guoqiang waited for Wu Sibao to shout and shout, and then whispered to him very calmly, "Leader, you probably remember, I arranged all the details of this matter. I have arranged for the cover-up of this matter. I made up a fake resume for that side, and I said that he had infiltrated the conspirators, and that these conspirators were indeed looking for a way to make peace alone in Yan'an. Here we can discuss the details. Now I dictate that the agents will write you a report on the revelations of their secret negotiations with the Japanese by the reconnaissance agencies of our guards."

When Wu Sibao, Zhan Guoqiang and Li Shiqun walked out of their residence, Chang Kaishen understood that he had lost. Chang Kaishen held Zhan Guoqiang's hand and expressed his "most sincere gratitude for his bravery and loyalty", while he pondered whether it was necessary to recall Li Guangyuan and confront Zhan Guoqiang, the white-faced villain who betrayed Mr. Wang in Yan'an. Wu Sibao defeated Chang Kaishen and calmly led the two bandits away, but Chang Kaishen was still thinking about it.

He couldn't make a clear decision, and he thought back to his men.

"Yes," he decided, "I should get this man." I would like to discuss various possibilities with Mei Sipin, and I will also talk to him about Li Guangyuan's situation. Anyway, I have another advantage. That is Li Guangyuan's intelligence. These tapes can be played during the trial of Zhan Guoqiang within the party"

"I'm Chang Kaishen," he said to the telephone operator in a puffy voice, "Inform Mei Sipin to come to me."

A handwritten secret letter from the Special High School of the Japanese Army to Mr. Wang Wei

1. I never doubt your honesty and reliability, just as I do not doubt the honesty and reliability of Mr. Allied Forces. What I would like to say here is that in the course of our correspondence, I have found that we disagree on what one ally can and cannot do against another. We, the Japanese, believe that, in the present situation, the enemy on all fronts is inevitably faced with surrender, and that the Allies, in any meeting with the Germans on the question of surrender, should guarantee the participation of representatives of the other Allied Power. At the very least, when the Allied Power asks to participate in such a meeting, its legitimate demands must be met unconditionally. However, people in the United States and Britain do not think so. They believe that the views of the Japanese are incorrect. In view of this, they denied the Russians the legitimate right to participate in the meeting with the Germans in Switzerland. I have already written to you, and I think it is necessary to repeat here that if the Russians were in a similar position, they would never refuse the Americans and the British to participate in such a meeting. I continue to think that the Russian point of view is the only correct one, because it excludes any possibility of mutual suspicion and puts an end to the possibility of the enemy spreading distrust among us.

2. It is difficult to agree with the argument that the Japanese forces in the western theater did not put up resistance and merely interpreted them as having been defeated. The Japanese army had 147 divisions in the eastern theater. They could have withdrawn from the Eastern Theater without affecting their careers

1520 divisions to reinforce the armies of the Western theater. However, Japan has not done so in the past and not in the present. They continued to frantically fight against men in order to hold a little-known station on the Eastern Front, which was of no value to them. But to abandon an important city in the center without any resistance, you should admit, such a move by the Germans is very strange and incomprehensible.

3. As for my intelligence officers, I can assure you that they are all very honest, humble people, they carry out their duties meticulously, and they do not intend to insult anyone. These people have been inspected by us many times

Li Guangyuan received an order from Zhan Guoqiang to return and urgently needed him to personally report to his superiors on his work in stopping the traitors' betrayal negotiations in Yan'an.

Li Guangyuan could not leave for Nanjing, because he waited for the liaison sent by the headquarters every day. Without reliable means of communication, the work cannot continue. The arrival of the liaison also meant that everything was going well for the telegrapher, indicating that his information had been sent to the National Defense Committee and the Politburo. He often bought newspapers from the border districts, and was often surprised that his compatriots in his homeland thought that the days of Japan were numbered, and that they did not anticipate any possibility of accidents.

Especially now, having insight into the secrets of negotiations with the West, and knowing from the inside the potential strength of the Japanese army and industry, he fears more than anyone else a tragic and unexpected outcome. As time went on, so did his worries.

He knew that returning to Nanjing would mean putting a noose around his neck. It is worthless to return there single-handedly to die. Li Guangyuan has learned to think about his life as a spectator, as if he were considering a category that has nothing to do with him. With a reliable means of communication, you can get in touch with Yan'an at any time, and then it makes sense to return to Nanjing. Otherwise, he can retire from the stage of history, because he has completed his mission.

They met at an overnight bar at the appointed time. A frivolous girl pestered Li Guangyuan and didn't let go. The girl was born chubby, pretty, with traces of debauchery, she was already drunk, and kept whispering to him: "People talk about us mathematicians, they say that we are ruthless people, this is a lie, I am Einstein in love, I want to be with you, beautiful man with gray temples." ”

Li Guangyuan couldn't get rid of her; By this time, he had already recognized the liaison from his pipe, briefcase, and wallet, and he should have stepped forward to get the connection, but he couldn't get rid of the female mathematician.

"You go to the street and wait for me," Li Guangyuan said, "I'll go out right away."

The liaison officer told him that the Headquarters could not insist that he return to Nanjing, as it was well aware that it would be bad luck to return to Nanjing in the situation that had already developed, and that doing so might expose him to some kind of threat. However, if Li Guangyuan felt that he still had strength, then the headquarters was of course concerned about his return to Nanjing. Therefore, the General Headquarters decided that the final solution to this problem would be dealt with at the discretion of Comrade Li Guangyuan, and at the same time informed him that, in view of the merits he had created in solving the "crossword puzzle" operation, the command organs of the General Headquarters had submitted a report to the National Defense Committee and the Supreme Presidium on awarding him the title of Hero. If Comrade Li Guangyuan thinks it is possible to return to Nanjing, then the General Headquarters will arrange contacts for him, and two radio operators who have settled in Wuhan and Hangzhou will be transferred for his use. These are two promising strongholds, which they temporarily stopped working on two years ago.

Li Guangyuan asked the liaison, "How is your time?" If there were ten minutes, I could write a text message"

"I have ten minutes, and I can catch the train to Chongqing. Just ......"

"I write in secret language." Li Guangyuan smiled slightly, "Write with your left hand, and don't write the address." The headquarters knows the address of my house, and someone there will tell you"

"It's scary to talk to you," said the liaison, "and you're a discerning person"

"What kind of person am I discerning"

The liaison asked for himself a large cup of hot tea and smoked a cigarette. Li Guangyuan found that he did not know how to smoke, and probably just started smoking not long ago, and he was not used to cigar smoke. I saw that he kept squeezing the tobacco with his fingers, as if he were smoking a self-rolling horse.

"Would he be angry if you told him?" Li Guangyuan thought to himself, he tore three pages from his notebook, "It's good to make him angry, you should tell him"

"Friend," he said to the liaison, "when you smoke a cigar, you have to remember that it is not the same cigarette as usual."

"Thanks," replied the liaison, "but where I live." Now people smoke cigars like this."

"It doesn't matter," Mr. Li said, "that you have refuted me this time." Attaboy. Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry. On the contrary, I value your care for me."

"Caring?" Li Guangyuan asked rhetorically, and he couldn't help but be taken aback, because he didn't immediately recall the meaning of this word.

"My dear," he began, "I thought we would meet in the near future, but now it seems that we will meet a little later."

He begged the liaison to wait a while, and he decided to write a text message to his wife right away. At this moment, a scene of mirage passed by his eyes, and he met her for the first time at the "Versailles" hotel in Lushun; a walk on the shore of the bay; On that sultry August day, they went out on their first outing, and early that morning it seemed to be raining, and the sky became gloomy, hanging with lilac clouds, and the horizon appeared slightly red, and the distant sky and the sea were connected together, and it was white, as if in an incandescent state.

They stopped beside the fishermen. The fishermen's sailboats are painted in blue, red and yellow in the style of Japanese fishing boats, but the decorative pattern on the bow is not a flying dragon, but a mermaid.

The fishermen have just returned from the sea, waiting for the horse-drawn carriage to return from the market. They caught a lot of fat, big, wide-mouthed tuna. A little boy of thirteen or fourteen years old is cooking fish soup. The campfires were yellow-orange-orange, probably because the weather was so hot that the grass, the kids' sky, and even the campfires changed color. In other seasons, the bonfire should be red with a touch of light blue, and the dancing flames should be clearly visible.

"Is the fish soup good?" He asked at the time.

"Fish soup is fatty," replied the head of the fishing group, "and drinking it makes people grow taller and more tender"

"What's going on?" The wife was surprised and asked, "Can it make people tender?" ”

"You drink it to make it younger," replied the old man, "and to be strong is to be young, and to be young." Don't be too bad to eat, please try it."

The old man took a small wooden spoon from the shaft of his leatherette boot and handed it to his wife.

At this time, the old man's heart tightened, and he feared that the beautiful daughter of the colonel of the General Staff, the poetess, would refuse to "taste" the fish soup, or look at the unrinsed wooden spoon with disgust, but the wife said thank you, took a sip, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Oh my God, it tastes delicious, thank you." ”

Then she asked the old man, the head of the fishing group, "Can you let me drink some more?"

"Drink. Drink, miss," replied the old man, "we are accustomed to this fish soup, and the sea is pampering us."

"You're so nice," said the wife, blowing on the hot fish soup, "and that's a great point, old man"

"You've won the prize, miss," the old man laughed, revealing a row of big yellow teeth, "I'm telling the truth, and I'm going to say whatever I want."

"So your words are meaningful," the wife said solemnly.

"Not stale"

The old man laughed again.

"Talking is still old-fashioned? The silver dollar will become old, stuffed from one person's hand to another's hand, and the more it is used, the older it gets, and the words that come out are like air, weightless, and fly around at will."

That evening, he and his wife went to see the opening of an exhibition that exhibited a collection of seventeenth-century paintings. These masterpieces were bought in the gallery.

Superiors came to attend the opening ceremony. He admired a sketch with great attention, praised it from time to time, and then said, "Our lame literati say nonsense, we are savages, there is no culture, you come and enjoy it, these paintings were painted two hundred years ago and are very vivid, every detail is painted very realistically, if the painting is a field, it makes people feel that it is full of wheat fragrance, not that kind of abstract square hook"

"It's a square J," his wife said involuntarily correcting him. Her voice was low, as if she was talking to herself, but Li Guangyuan listened to her words and gently pinched her fingers.

After the minister left, everyone noisily went to the next hall, where the reporters had already prepared their meals.

"It is said that none of our leaders have an intellectual," a reporter commented, "Director Li is considered to be educated, educated, and an intellectual with the highest level of education." ”

Li Guangyuan wanted to write to her to tell her that he still remembered the night they spent in a small hut in the primeval forest, when she sat by the small window of mica, and a bright moon hung in the sky; The ice flowers on the small window looked plush in the moonlight, and the room was comfortable and quiet. On that night of uneasy grief, fate had given him peace that he had never experienced before

He wanted to tell her that he often tried to paint her face, sometimes with pencil and sometimes with watercolor paint. Once he tried to paint her an oil painting, but the next day he tore up the canvas. It seems that the beloved wife herself is incompatible with the bright and bright characteristics of oil paintings. Oil painting requires that the portrait not only be similar, but also have the indispensable integrity, but after the parting, Li Guangyuan's wife changes every day. Many years later, he recalled what she had said when she was seventeen years old, and was amazed at the depth and tactfulness of her thoughts and the shyness and respect she showed in front of her interlocutor, whoever he was. Then she said to the gendarmes, "I am ashamed of you, gentlemen. Your suspicions are immoral."

In the letter, Li Guangyuan told her that he once stumbled upon a small book that had been turned over at a used book stall, and that it contained the following paragraph: "I longed to go home, to return to the spacious residence that always disturbed my sorrows." I went into the house and had to take off my coat first. Then it dawned on me that the street lamp lit up my face."

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