If Geng Chaozhong knew that someone was going to his hometown in Hebei to check his details, he would definitely laugh off his big teeth.

"No. 33 Longkou Road, No. 33 Longkou Road......."

At this moment, Geng Chaozhong was wearing a kimono, his toes were kicking on clogs, and he was walking around his home on Jimo Road, shaking Fang Zhitong next to him dizzy.

"I said big brother, can you stop shaking, muttering and muttering I don't know what you're thinking, is the institute idle? But don't say it, those ideas you gave me are really good, the newspaper drew my illustrations, and the sales have increased a lot! The boss praised me for my brain! ”

Fang Zhitong lay on the floor, holding a pen and writing and drawing on white paper - after he resigned from the police station, he worked as an illustrator for a roadside tabloid called Qindao Express, and his life was easy.

"Remember, in Japanese, in Japanese, how many times have you said it, and will you be able to listen to it?"

Geng Chaozhong raised his foot and stepped over Fang Zhitong's body, causing Fang Zhitong to roll his eyes and mutter: "You can't understand what is complicated........

"Tell you what! It's called audience research! Think about it, who are the people who read your newspaper? They are all some small merchants and hawkers, how do they know what flowers are splendid and brilliant, they want twists and turns, exciting and interesting, and the illustrations are of course illustrated and illustrated, just like villain books! Also, be sure to hunt for curiosity! Do you understand the hunt? Dogs bite people are not news, people bite dogs are news! ”

"For example, this one: the patrol evicted the unlicensed hawkers, and the hawkers rose up to resist." Geng Chaozhong cocked his toes and pointed to a crumpled thin papyrus printed newspaper on the ground with his toes:

"What's the selling point? Which patrol officer doesn't bully hawkers? When you see the title, you don't want to read the content. The title should be changed to this: The hawker chases the patrol officer on the street, and the patrol officer hugs his head and runs away! You try, change to this, and the sales will increase by at least one and a half! ”

Fang Zhi sat up with the same bone and nodded again and again, "Big brother is big brother, one sentence will make me pause!" I get it! Tomorrow, I'll go and talk to our newspaper's editor Zhao, Zhun Cheng! ”

"I'll wipe you idiot, you told Editor Zhao what credit you have, of course you told the boss! Come, I'll teach you, tomorrow you find the boss and say this: as long as you commission me to be the editor, I will let your newspaper sell at least 20% more! ”

…………………

It's been more than two months since I came to Island City, and it's been almost a month since I went to Zhu Muyun. Seeing that I have entered August, I have not seen Zhao Chun come for a long time except for patrolling and writing and learning Japanese at home to pretend to be Japanese.

If you want to say that this person is really cheap, when I used to be with Zhao Chunlai, I couldn't wait to stuff his stinky mouth with my shoes, but I haven't seen him for a month, and without Zhao Chunlai's mantra "Servant", it feels like something is missing.

Geng Chaozhong still clearly remembers that day in the shoe store, the old man Zhao told him: "Old German prison, No. 33 Longkou Road." ”

It's just that I haven't had time to pass.

My time is really too full, I have to work during the day, and I have to go to Zhu Muyun's compound at night, follow Gao Yaozu to learn knives and practice boxing, and it is already more than 9 o'clock when I get home every night, how can I have time to wander around elsewhere?

Maybe he wasted too much time in his previous life, and now Geng Chaozhong really has a feeling that life is short and short, and one minute can really be broken into two minutes.

Not to mention anything else, the physique of modern people is matched with the actual combat training of the Republic of China, coupled with his original foundation, the current Geng Chaozhong, and his actual combat ability can really be said to have been reborn. If he returned to the military academy, he would definitely be sure to punch Instructor Zhou and kick the old squad leader, so that the gray grandsons in the dormitory would be an eye-opener.

It's a pity that I can't go back!

Geng Chaozhong shook his head, put aside this unrealistic idea, and began to think about finding an opportunity to go to Longkou Road to have a look. Although Zhao Chunlai is not a member of the Communist Party of China, there is no doubt that he must have an inextricable relationship with our party, and at least he also plays the role of a liaison officer at a transportation station.

However, in Geng Chaozhong's memory, the underground party organization in Shandong was destroyed at least 4 times, and it was not stabilized until after 918 in 31 years, during this time, it was very dangerous to rush into the joint. What's more, there is definitely a big traitor in the current underground party organization.

When "leaving half" to analyze the cause of Wang Fuyuan's death that day, he inadvertently revealed a secret, there were traitors in the party, and there was more than one. Under such circumstances, there is absolutely no reason for him to show any action to get close to our party, otherwise, he will inevitably set himself on fire.

There is also Boss Zhu's side, although Boss Zhu has never said what he wants to do, but Geng Chaozhong knows that there must be a very difficult task waiting for him in the future, and he must complete it himself, otherwise, let Gao Yaozu go, why work so hard to cultivate himself?

However, according to Geng Chaozhong's estimate, Boss Zhu should also arrange some small tasks to constantly test himself, it doesn't matter, the key is that Geng Chaozhong faintly feels that Boss Zhu's identity is definitely not as simple as he said.

A Russian descendant who has stood firm in China for more than 20 years, during which he has been ruled by the Germans and the Japanese, is definitely not a simple Qinggang identity, and there must be something deeper behind him.

Soviets? White Russians? German? Or something else?

Everything is possible, the biggest of them is probably these three, and it is very difficult to judge - God knows, whether Boss Zhu is of Russian descent or Belarusian descent?

After the victory of the October Revolution in Russia in 1917, Soviet power was established in Belarus, but before the defeat of the German Empire in World War I in 1918, most of Belarus was occupied by Germany. That is, it is impossible to judge the identity and political inclinations of Belarusians, and even more so in appearance!

After the October Revolution, a large number of Belarusians went into exile in China, and a considerable number of Belarusians were employed by the German government, and some were employed by Britain, France and other European countries, and even the Swiss and the Japanese.

Geng Chaozhong is not a fool, and Boss Zhu also knows that Geng Chaozhong is not a fool.

Since Geng Chaozhong pointed out that Boss Zhu was a Russian that night, Boss Zhu should have been able to think that he would definitely think deeper.

Perhaps, Boss Zhu just pretended not to know that he knew, and he just pretended that he didn't know that Boss Zhu knew that he knew.

It's just that no one wants to pierce this layer of window paper.

The tacit understanding between two smart people, hehe.

Geng Chaozhong smiled softly.