When Feng Chen approached Kawashima Yoshiko's dining table, Kawashima Yoshiko and Wu Ping, who were whispering, seemed to have just discovered Feng Chen, and the two stood up at the same time and greeted Feng Chen. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Kawashima Yoshiko's expression was very calm, but Wu Ping was obviously stunned for a moment, and said, "It turns out that Mr. Feng is also dining here." ”

"Yes, I heard that the borscht in Varsha West Restaurant is the most authentic, let's come over today to taste it, I didn't expect to meet Miss Jin and Captain Wu, fate, fate!"

"Mr. Feng's Xinsheng News Agency seems to be very concerned about Sanyou Industrial Society, I don't know if Mr. Feng has collected and edited any good news in the past two days, can he take it out and let our "People's Daily" share it together."

"Miss Jin, I have been writing a drama in the past two days, which is about the life of the social workers of Sanyou Industrial, and I will let Miss Jin see it first after finishing the book."

In the public, Feng Chen has always been polite, did not mention the Japanese name Kawashima Yoshiko, since the 918 incident, the people of Shanghai hate the Japanese very much, and friction and conflicts between Japanese expatriates and Shanghai citizens occur from time to time, Feng Chen does not want to make trouble here in the Varsha West Restaurant.

"Mr. Feng, do you want to sit down and have a drink?!" Yoshiko Kawashima pretended to invite.

"No need, my friend is still over there, you can use it slowly." As he spoke, Feng Chen turned around and returned to his desk.

"Team leader, do you find any problems?" Fang Xiaoman asked softly.

"I noticed that Yoshiko Kawashima had a little tear stain on her face, maybe she was telling a beautiful love story to Wu Ping, a reckless man." Feng Chen took out a spoonful of borscht and replied.

"Hehe, that Wuping must have been flattered by Yoshiko Kawashima." Fang Xiaoman chuckled and said.

After drinking a spoonful of borscht, Feng Chen said, "You two eat slowly first, and I'll go see what the boss here is looking for me." Feng Chen got up and walked towards the bar.

Seeing Feng Chen coming over, Sonia tacitly came out of the bar, led the way in front, and took Feng Chen to the room where she had seen Sorge earlier.

Sorge was writing something, and when he saw Sonia coming in with Feng Chen, he hurriedly got up and asked Feng Chen to sit down on the sofa, Sonia poured a cup of coffee for the two, and then gently closed the door and went out.

"Mr. Feng, I came to you because I had a suggestion and wanted to communicate with you, I wonder if Mr. Feng would like to listen?"

"Please, Mr. Sorge."

"We are a brotherly party, we have the same beliefs, and you can't reach your superiors now, could you consider joining our organization? What do you think about being a real Bolshevik, we can also give you a certain amount of money every month for your activities? ”

"Thank you, Mr. Sorge, for your kindness, I cannot join your CPSU without the permission of my parent organization, but we are a fraternal party after all, and we are all of the same faith, and I can assure you that we can share intelligence with each other." Feng Chen replied without hesitation.

"Ha, ha, you are the first person I have met who rejected my suggestion, many of you comrades, proud to join our CPSU, this does not affect your CCP identity, even many senior leaders of your party, also have the identity of Soviet Bolsheviks!"

Sorge laughed twice, looking Feng Chen up and down with puzzled eyes, as if he was very curious about Feng Chen's otherness.

"Mr. Sorge is looking for me for this?"

"No, no, no, this is just a small suggestion of mine, I have more important things to do with you, I need your help, I know that Mr. Feng will definitely be able to help me."

"Mr. Sorge, what does that depend on?"

"Does Mr. Feng know about Niu Lan and his wife?"

"You mean the family who was arrested by the Shanghai Public Concession Police Department in June last year? Was he really the head of the Far Eastern Bureau of the Comintern? ”

"It's not important, what matters is that my superiors have repeatedly instructed me to rescue their family no matter how much it costs."

"Didn't their family be extradited and escorted to Nanjing by the Nationalist Government in August last year? It is said that he was imprisoned in the No. 1 Model Prison of Laohuqiao in Nanjing. ”

"Yes, after Niu Lan and his wife were taken to Nanjing, the Comintern launched a huge public rescue campaign, but until now, the Nanjing government has always taken a silent attitude and has not made a public reply, and even publicly denied that Niu Lan and his wife are in their hands."

"So what can I do?" Feng Chen looked at Sorge with questioning eyes and asked.

"Help us find out the actual place of detention of Niu Lan and his wife, and provide conclusive evidence for our public rescue operation." Sorge looked at Feng Chen with expectant eyes and replied.

"That's all?"

"That's all!"

"The actual place of detention, according to my analysis, should still be in Nanjing Laohuqiao No. 1 Model Prison, I don't know what your specific plan for public rescue is? Can you tell me? ”

"Absolutely! We plan to try to get Niu Lan's handwritten letter through Zhang Chong, director general of the Investigation Section of the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee, to prove that he is indeed in the hands of the Nanjing government. You should be the best person to come forward and contact Zhang Chong. ”

Feng Chen thought for a while, and said slowly: "Mr. Sorge, how about I reply to you in two days about this matter?" ”

"Yes, I hope we have a good cooperation!"

Sorge got up and shook Feng Chen's hand, ending the conversation.

Leaving the Varsha West Restaurant, when the car passed by the Mingde Bookstore, Feng Chen looked out the window again and saw that the door of the bookstore was still closed.

Looks like something is really wrong!

An inexplicable sense of loss surged into Feng Chen's heart, as if he was a lost orphan.

The three of them returned to Sanyou Industrial Society, and Feng Chen found Chen Wanyun in the general manager's office and told Chen Wanyun about meeting Yoshiko Kawashima and Wu Ping at noon.

After hearing this, Chen Wanyun said indifferently: "Mr. Feng, you are too worried, this should be very normal, Miss Jin Bihui and Captain Wuping, both of them have a strong anti-Japanese tendency, what can they do together?" They must have been discussing how to deal with the Japanese. ”

"I suspect that this is a trap for the Japanese, General Manager Chen, don't forget, although Yoshiko Kawashima is a Chinese, after all, she grew up in Japan and received a militaristic education from the Japanese, but I am afraid that Yoshiko Kawashima has already regarded herself as a Japanese."

"Ha, ha, ha, I'm afraid Mr. Feng has thought too much, what trap? What conspiracy? Aren't the Japanese just looking for an excuse to do it? Don't you just want to steal the bell in my ears? You still can't see this? It's the same with or without a suitable excuse, they'll do it sooner or later! ”

originally thought that Chen Wanyun was in the dark, but in fact, Chen Wanyun saw everything very clearly.

Chen Wanyun's words were really like an enlightenment, which made Feng Chen feel suddenly enlightened, yes, all the conspiracies of the Japanese are not just to find an excuse? Is there a reason to quibble in the international community?

There is no reason for international relations under power politics!

Thinking about this, Feng Chen suddenly felt that the conspiracy to stop Yoshiko Kawashima actually did not have much practical significance, and the only thing he had to do was to find out the development of the situation in a timely manner, and then report it to the organization, so that the central government could formulate a corresponding response plan as soon as possible according to the development of the situation.

Coming out of Chen Wanyun, Feng Chen decided to wait and see what happened, to seize what he had seen and heard in the factory in the past few days, to write something well, and to create a work that could reflect the lives of the workers at the bottom.

Fang Xiaoman and Mo Sanqiang found that since their team leader came back from a trip to Chen Wanyun's manager's office, all of a sudden, the whole person became deep, silent, and a little incomprehensible to them.

In the evening, Feng Chen was writing the drama he had conceived, and Fang Xiaoman ran over in a panic to report: "Team leader, I was walking in the factory just now and found that there were two more machine guns on the lookout of the Japanese Donghua Towel Factory next door, which is very abnormal. ”

Feng Chen looked up at Fang Xiaoman and said, "It seems that the Japanese are going to do it in the past two days, they are going to choose around the Spring Festival of the Chinese, plus Chairman Jiang of the National Government has just left the field, this is an excellent time for the Japanese to do it!" ”

"I don't know how the 19th Route Army is deployed." Feng Chen stood up and said worriedly.

"So what do we do?"

"Immediately report the situation to Director Wu, and at the same time telegraph to the Investigation Section of the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Nanjing Kuomintang Party!"