Chapter Eighty-Seven: Wang Youshan's Identity
Huasheng Daily.
Wang Youshan was lying on his desk, writing a message entitled "War or Peace? What is the intention of the young marshal to garrison Jinzhou? press release.
As she racked her brains and bit the pen, a female college student who had come to the newspaper for an internship ran over briskly and shouted: "Mr. Tomoyama, someone is looking for you!" Say it's an old friend of your University of Hamburg, Germany! β
"Oh?" Wang Youshan looked up and looked out the window, and an extremely majestic figure stood outside the iron fence of the newspaper office, holding a huge cigar in his mouth, and was spewing clouds and mist.
Wang Youshan's eyes flashed in his eyes, he put down his pen, stood up, straightened his suit, and then walked out of the door.
The figure heard the footsteps, turned around, looked at Wang Youshan, smiled on his fat face, and said kindly: "Youshan, Hamburg, I'm afraid it's been eight years!" β
"yes, I remember Jane Hans's abstract chocolate cake in front of the University of Hamburg, which looked like a piece of." Wang Youshan laughed.
"You're right," the middle-aged man affectionately put his arm around Wang Youshan's shoulder, "However, even if it's a piece of, it's a chocolate-flavored piece of." β
"Haha, Lao Zhu, you are still so humorous." Wang Youshan stretched out his arms, barely hugged the shoulders of the middle-aged man, and the two of them hooked their shoulders and walked out.
"By the way, I'll take you to a good place." Wang Youshan led the middle-aged man to a secluded cafΓ© and found a quiet box to sit down.
"Lao Zhu, why did you come to Nanjing? Is something big going on? As soon as he sat down, Wang Youshan's face suddenly became serious.
"It's not that Gu Shunzhang's business." The middle-aged obese man is none other than Zhu Muyun.
"What, there's an indication up there?" Wang Youshan asked.
"Yes, ** has sent us a letter asking for help, wanting us to get rid of Gu Shunzhang." Zhu Muyun replied.
"It's not easy to get rid of him!" Wang Youshan shook his head.
"Yes, it's not easy," Zhu Muyun nodded, "The entire Teko Red Team was brought out by him, and he knows the style and way of action of the Red Team well." He can think of what the red team can think of, and he can prevent what the red team can't think of. This is simply an impossible task for **, otherwise, they would not have asked for our side. β
"What do you want to do?" Wang Youshan blinked and looked at Zhu Muyun.
"I've already met him." Zhu Muyun replied.
"What? How dare you go to see him? Not afraid? Wang Youshan's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.
"The above means," Zhu Muyun shrugged, "it is not possible for him to betray him, besides, he knows the details and address of the Comintern in Shanghai, but he has not led anyone there at all, nor has he touched a single hair of Gebeu." Therefore, there is reason to believe that he is a fake betrayal, or is carrying out a plan to die. β
"Really?" Wang Youshan shook his head suspiciously, "The cost of this death plan is too great!" β
"Logically, it's not impossible," Zhu Muyun's expression was very serious, "Over the years, **'s situation has been very difficult, maybe, that's what some people think." β
Wang Youshan shook his head, still unable to believe it. After a moment of silence, he began to ask again, "What did he say?" β
"He has his own set of ideas," Zhu Muyun shook his head, "although it seems naΓ―ve to me, he thinks he can succeed." β
"So, he's really carrying out the Death Plan?" Wang Youshan was speechless.
"Sort of, maybe it's just his excuse." Zhu Muyun shook his head, "Now I can't see through him." However, he did not show any hostility towards me. β
"And what do you need me to do?" Wang Youshan asked.
"I need you, keep a close eye on his movements. Although this person is extremely talented, but after all, the level of education is limited, and if he wants to come up with a set of theories, he can't do it without the help of a pen, and I want you to pay more attention to this aspect of the situation. Zhu Muyun said.
"Okay." Wang Youshan nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke again:
"I recently discovered a new situation, now in the special service of the Fuxing Society, there is a young man surnamed Fang who is training spies, I studied his handouts, and found that it is very similar to the training content you gave me. Although he deliberately shuffled the order and added some of his own things, the concept was completely consistent. β
"Is there such a thing?" Zhu Muyun's eyes widened.
"Yes, he has several secret methods, even in the original training course of the Cheka, they are all designed according to our situation in China and local conditions. These things are at least eighty percent similar to what you taught me, and I don't think it's a coincidence. Wang Youshan said solemnly.
"Do you have a picture of him?" After pondering for a while, Zhu Muyun asked.
"No, but I can draw it." Wang Youshan replied.
"Draw it for me." Zhu Muyun said.
Wang Youshan stood up, asked the waiter for a blank piece of paper and a pencil, then lowered his head and began to paint.
The pencil rustled, Wang Youshan moved the pen like flying, it can be seen that he has good sketching skills, and after a while, the image of Geng Chaozhong jumped on the paper and appeared in front of Zhu Muyun.
"Oh, I don't know." Zhu Muyun glanced at the sketch and replied lightly, "It may be the student taught by Yu Lexing over there, there are many things, I can think of it, he can also think of it, it's not strange." β
"Really?" Wang Youshan raised his head and glanced at Zhu Muyun suspiciously, but he couldn't see anything unusual.
"Yes, this method of hiding things is nothing more than starting from the most common and easily ignored things in daily life, I can think of it, others can also think of it, and it is normal for different paths to end up together." Zhu Muyun said seriously.
"Well, that's right," Wang Youshan nodded, "this person is very alert, he saw that something was wrong with me, and asked me to be his informant." β
"Then do it, you know how to deal with this kind of thing." Zhu Muyun said.
Wang Youshan nodded, looked out the window, Zhu Muyun stood up knowingly, and said: "There is nothing else, the movement of Nanjing, you have already sent it in detail, I have nothing to say." By the way, if you can, you can help, and if you can't help, don't force it, so as not to burn yourself. β
"Okay." Wang Youshan nodded, also stood up, and shook hands with Zhu Muyun.
Soon, Zhu Muyun disappeared into the vast sea of people.
Wang Youshan put the sketch in his hand into a ball, stuffed it into the coffee, after a while, the sketch and the hot coffee were perfectly integrated, Wang Youshan picked up the coffee, tasted it gently, and then quickly spit it out, complaining in his mouth:
"Phew, it's so bad!"