The manuscript paper handed over by Zhang Chong read: "Wu Hao and 243 other people have left the Communist Party notice." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Feng Chen calmed down and looked at it carefully, the content of the notice was:

"We are convinced that the means currently adopted by the Chinese Communist Party, the so-called development of the Red Army to contain the current government, are tantamount to sanitizing China's anti-Japanese forces, and the result will be that they will become puppets of Japan, and they will fall into a situation from which the Chinese nation will never return, which is contrary to their original intention of engaging in revolution."

Moreover, the international line adopted by the party was the self-interested policy of the Soviet Union. The Soviet Union professed its opposition to imperialism while itself compromised with imperialism. ”

"Looking at Japan's current aggression against China, the Soviet Union not only did not strictly observe neutrality, but also borrowed the Middle East route to Japan to transport troops and signed a non-aggression pact with Japan in order to encourage its arrogance of aggression."

"In ordinary times, the so-called people who help the weak and small ethnic groups are all slogans to deceive the people. With the consciousness of our people's conscience, we hereby withdraw from the Communist Party of China under the guidance of the international community. ”

The handwriting is Zhang Chong's handsome fly-headed small letter.

Paint a false picture!

Slander!

Disinformation!

Splash dirty water!

Feng Chen's mind was spinning rapidly, Comrade Wu Hao had already moved to the Central Soviet District, did it make sense for Zhang Chong to do this? What to do? Blocking the newspaper? It's simply impossible!

Just as Feng Chen's mind was in a state of confusion and thinking about countermeasures, Zhang Chong spoke: "You immediately send this notice to the "News", "Current Affairs News", "Declaration" and other major newspapers and periodicals, and it must be published in the name of Wu Hao tomorrow, and it is best to put it on the same page as the news that the detective captain Wang Bin was shot." ”

"Good...... Good! ”

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Chong noticed Feng Chen's strange appearance, raised his head to look at Feng Chen and asked.

"No, it's nothing, it's just a little itchy in the throat." Feng Chenqiang replied calmly.

"Then let's go!"

Feng Chen forcibly suppressed the apprehension and uneasiness in his heart, and left Zhang Chong's office with the notice.

The light and fluttering manuscript paper in his hand seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

Wu Hao is the main leader of the party, and he has a high prestige in the party, and this notice fabricated by Zhang Chong under the pretense of Wu Hao's mouth will inevitably cause great ideological confusion to the organization and will have a very bad impact on Wu Hao's reputation.

I don't go to publication!

Definitely not, Zhang Chong will arrange for others to publish it again, and he will expose his identity.

How is it good?

Feng Chen, who never smoked, opened the desk drawer, took out a pack of camel brand cigarettes, took out one and lit it, took a sip, and was immediately choked and coughed loudly, tears flowing.

Reluctantly taking two more puffs, Feng Chen decisively snuffed out the remaining half of the cigarette, got up and walked out of the office......

On Fukaisen Road, on the second floor of Tianfu Daily Grocery Store, Feng Chen and Zheng Liangcai sat opposite each other, and Zheng Liangcai took the notice and read it many times.

"Lao Zheng, you are talking, how should we deal with it?" Feng Chen asked anxiously.

"This is a major matter, immediately report to Comrade Zhida and his superiors, and let the Central Committee know about this matter as soon as possible." Zheng Liangcai put down the notice in his hand and said.

"I think that after this notice is published, we will find a way to publicize the rumors and expose the enemy's conspiracy." Feng Chen said the countermeasures he had already thought of.

"Refuting rumors is definitely to be done, how to do it, we had better not act rashly, and everything is subject to the instructions of the superiors." Zheng Liangcai nodded and said.

"Then I will go to the newspaper office now, and you will immediately send a report to your superiors and send the content of the notice word for word." As he spoke, Feng Chen got up and took the original manuscript of the notice, turned around and went downstairs.

Downstairs, in the grocery store, Zhao Shouyi, who was busy, saw Feng Chen coming down, stopped what he was doing, and said with a slight smile: "Xuemei called just now, saying that she will go home at night, you can come to my house for dinner at night." ”

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, I'll go over when I'm done with the business at hand." Feng Chen walked out of the store with a heavy heart, stretched out his hand to stop a rickshaw and left.

It wasn't until nearly seven o'clock in the evening that Feng Chen delivered the "Wu Hao Notice" to several major newspapers and periodicals such as "Times", "News", "Current Affairs News", and "Declaration".

Coming out of the editorial office of "Declaration", it was already dark, sleet began to fall in the sky at some point, under the dim street lamp, scattered passers-by were walking in a hurry, a cold wind blew, Feng Chen subconsciously shrunk his neck.

There was a rickshaw that seemed to be waiting for Feng Chen, and when Feng Chen was standing at the gate of the newspaper office, the rickshaw driver quietly pulled the car over from the dark shadow of the alley opposite.

The coachman cautiously parked the car in front of Feng Chen and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. in the car?" ”

"Well, go to Fukaisen Road." Feng Chen sat on the rickshaw and ordered.

"Good!"

The coachman answered, pulled up the rickshaw and left.

Feng Chen wrapped his coat, wrapped his arms around his hands, leaned on the back of the rickshaw seat, closed his eyes slightly, and continued to think about how to deal with the matter of "Wu Hao's notice", not noticing where the rickshaw driver pulled the car towards.

After walking some distance, the car suddenly turned into a small alley and stopped at the gate of a heavily walled house.

The rickshaw driver said, "Mr. Feng, it's time to get there." ”

"Hmm...... Wrong! How did you know me? ”

Feng Chen was shocked! Hurriedly opened his eyes, looked left and right, and asked vigilantly, "What is this place?" ”

"Mr. Feng, our ninth master wants to see you."

"Ninth Master?"

"Yes, please! Mr. Feng. The rickshaw driver respectfully helped Feng Chen out of the rickshaw.

Feng Chen stood in front of the car and looked towards the gate, only to see four tight-fitting men in black standing on each side of the gate, each with a small delicate axe in addition to a shell gun pinned to his waist.

"The Axe Gang?!"

"What is Wang Yaqiao looking for me?"

Feng Chen wondered in his heart.

The rickshaw driver stepped forward and whispered something to one of the ringleaders, and the man waved his hand, and the other two people next to him hurriedly opened the gate, and the rickshaw driver took Feng Chen into the courtyard.

The courtyard was very shallow, and as soon as Feng Chen stepped into the courtyard, he heard Wang Yaqiao ask with a hearty smile, "Is it the eldest prince Feng who has arrived?" ”

With the voice, Wang Yaqiao was in front, and two people behind him, one left and one right, walked out of the guest hall, stood at the door, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Welcome to Prince Feng!" ”

"Brother Jiuguang! I don't know what Brother Jiuguang is doing when he invites someone to come? Feng Chen hurriedly clasped his hands into fists and saluted.

"Invite Master Feng to come, naturally there is something to ask for advice. Please! Let's talk in the house. Wang Yaqiao politely let Feng Chen into the guest hall.

After everyone sat down, Wang Yaqiao began to introduce Feng Chen to the man who was sitting on the left hand and was about the same age as Wang Yaqiao: "Feng Gongzi, this is Commander Yu Likui of the Anti-Japanese Death Squad. ”

Feng Chen nodded and said, "Commander Yu is good!" ”

Then Wang Yaqiao introduced the young man about thirty years old in the right-hand position and said, "Hua Yinghao, the captain of the hoe team. ”

Feng Chen clasped his hands into fists and said, "Fortunately, fortunately!" Brother Jiuguang's four King Kongs, it is really an honor for the younger brother to be able to meet the two of them today. ”

After introducing Yu Likui and Hua Yinghao, Wang Yaqiao suddenly changed his words and asked: "I heard that Grand Prince Feng has a good relationship with Hiraoka Ryuichi of the Japanese Consulate, is it true?" ”

"Yes, Ryuichi Hiraoka was my teacher when I was studying in Japan, and I really have a good relationship with him. Brother Jiuguang won't see me as a traitor, right?! Feng Chen replied teasingly.

"Ha, ha, ha! If you are really a traitor, then wait for Brother Hua to take your head! Wang Yaqiao said with a laugh.

"Brother Jiuguang asked me over today, wouldn't it be just a small talk?" Feng Chen wanted to rush to Zhao Shouyi's house for dinner as soon as possible, and didn't want to make too many detours, so he directly led the topic to the main topic and asked.

"Refreshing!"

"Then I'll say it bluntly, our anti-Japanese death squad recently planned to attack the Japanese ship, and we need intelligence from the Japanese army, and we need Brother Feng's help in this regard." Wang Yaqiao said with a pair of sharp eyes, staring at Feng Chen through the lenses.

"This is easy to say, as long as I know and can do it, I will provide everything to Brother Jiuguang without concealment." Feng Chen responded to Wang Yaqiao's gaze and replied unequivocally.

"Enough friends!" Wang Yaqiao said with both hands clenched into fists.

"If there is information from the Japanese army in the future, I don't know how to contact Brother Jiuguang?" Feng Chen asked.

"It's easy to say, you can discuss the specific contact method with Brother Hua." Wang Yaqiao replied.

As soon as the matter was negotiated, Feng Chen was about to get up and prepare to say goodbye, when a black-faced man with an axe in his waist hurriedly broke in from outside, panting and said, "Ninth Master, something happened!" ”