When Tang Yi walked out of Zhou Mingrui's office door, he couldn't help muttering in his heart, is this the captain of Xiang Jie's dog legs in the future? Or Captain Dogleg? Well, that's a question worth pondering.

Back in his office, Tang Yi called the office of the Intelligence Section.

"Hey, I'm Tang Yi, call Xiang Jie to come to my office." Tang Yi said.

Xiang Jie, who was about to be promoted to the captain of the dogleg, came after a while, and after entering the door, Xiang Jie said with a smile: "Young master, what's wrong?" ”

Tang Yi didn't speak with a straight face, just looked at Xiang Jie and thought, just such a dog-legged look, can he manage one or two hundred people in the Special Operations Brigade?

Xiang Jie saw Tang Yi's face and thought something was wrong, his face suddenly fell, and he said bitterly: "Young master, what's wrong?" ”

Seeing Xiang Jie's appearance of a ghost in his heart, Tang Yi decided to make fun of him and deceive him by the way.

"Hmph, what did you say? Are you too embarrassed to ask me? Don't you know what you can do? Now that the matter has come out, you explain it honestly and clearly, and I'll see if I can keep you! Tang Yi pretended to be angry and rebuked loudly.

Xiang Jie immediately panicked, and he stammered, "It won't be that serious, right?" I... Aunt Fan and I really love each other, I have liked him for a long time, and I didn't play hooligan. ”

Immediately afterwards, he was afraid that Tang Yi would not believe it, so he hurriedly added: "Did Aunt Fan sue the master?" The young master must help me say good things, otherwise if the master believes it, he will have to break my legs. ”

Tang Yi was stunned and thought, "There is still this one?" Captain Dogleg becomes Captain Broken Leg? ”

Thinking of this, Tang Yi secretly laughed in his heart, and felt that the joke was almost over, so he cleared his throat and said, "Okay, what I want to tell you is not about this." ”

Before Tang Yi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xiang Jie again, "Young Master, there is really nothing else!" Did you listen to someone who was speaking ill of me behind my back? You told me I couldn't smoke him, I wouldn't be able to kill him. ”

"Well, congratulations on becoming the captain of the squad." Tang Yi covered his forehead and said helplessly.

"Squad Leader? Didn't Chai Jinchun die early? Did he give you a dream? Xiang Jie didn't listen carefully to what Tang Yi was saying, he just said his own words.

After Xiang Jie finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Tang Yi, he just looked at himself with a strange smile, and then he eased up, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and slowly came back to his senses.

"Young Master... You said... I'm going to be a captain? ”

Tang Yi smiled and nodded.

"So, I'm going to be in charge of one or two hundred people in the future?" Xiang Jie asked again.

Tang Yi nodded again.

"Young master, wait, I'll take it slowly."

“......”

After a long time, Xiang Jie finally came to his senses, and he said with a little puzzlement: "Didn't Director Zhou recommend Zhou Ping to the Japanese?" ”

Tang Yi smiled when he heard this and said: "You don't have to worry about this, Zhou Ping was rejected by the Japanese, and after I knew it, I recommended you to the Japanese, and it is not surprising that this captain is you." ”

As soon as Xiang Jie heard Tang Yi finish speaking, his excited lips trembled a little, only to see him pounce and kneel in front of Tang Yi, and said loudly: "Xiang Jie will always remember the young master's kindness in this life, and he will definitely go to the soup for the young master." ”

It's not surprising that Xiang Jie is so excited, human life in this era is really cheap, if an ordinary person is not appreciated and promoted by big people, except for rebellion or revolution, it is difficult to have a chance to stand out in his life.

Xiang Jie sat in the position of the captain of the Special Operations Brigade of the Investigation Department, and basically he was already among the upper class who had entered Shanghai Tang, and he could be regarded as a big man to look up to.

How could he not be excited, how could he not thank Tang Yi?

......

Shifting his attention to the concession, Ke Ming was organizing a meeting of a group of literary and cultural co-ordinators before the fall of Shanghai to discuss how to further deal with the turmoil in the hearts of the people in Shanghai that "Wang Zhaoming's" defection to the enemy would bring about about in Shanghai.

A middle-aged man in a robe and glasses spoke: "Wang Zhaoming's behavior is to isolate himself from the nation and the country. "His accent has a strong Shandong accent.

Another man on the side also wore glasses, his face was a little fat, and he continued in a thick Shanghai accent: "The country has reached a critical moment of life and death, but I hate that Chang Kaishen is silent about the three principles of Konoe and does not make any statement, is he still thinking about engaging in infighting?" ”

At this time, the only woman stood up: "Everyone, let's stop complaining, let's hurry up and think of a way, how to appease the people who are about to be turbulent in Shanghai." "It's also a Shandong accent.

"Hey, it's all in the field now, what else can you do? In Shanghai, movement and speech are greatly restricted, and I will not hide from you that I am ready to leave Shanghai......" The man who spoke wore glasses and a slightly thin upper lip with a Sichuan accent.

"Brother Guo has a point, but I still plan to stay and continue the struggle, and I feel that this is my responsibility, even if I flee to the mainland? If you are invaded by the Japanese invaders again, will you continue to escape? This is the land of the Chinese, and I will stand on this land and go anywhere! The person who spoke was Zheng Zhenduo.

Ke Ming sat on the side with a helpless face, and now Shanghai is a cultural desert, where the Japanese and their secret services are constantly confiscating patriotic newspapers.

It is not even allowed to have any anti-Japanese articles appear in any public newspaper, and the pen of these people has lost its effect, and they are also extremely depressed.

It is not surprising that Mr. Guo has such an idea, in fact, this is also the idea of most patriotic literati who are still trapped in the Shanghai Concession.

They got together for a meeting, and they could do nothing but arrange yesterday for the distribution of a small number of hand-copied propaganda articles and some simple demonstrations, and even if they wanted to print patriotic articles on a large scale, there was no printing house to print them at all.

At present, the printing houses in Shanghai are either smashed by Japanese spies or the Zodiac Society, or they are under the control of the Japanese to print newspapers of the Japanese puppet regime.

This is like a general who is proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, and he can handle everything, but he just doesn't have a weapon in his hand, how can he not be depressed.

At this time, Zheng Zhenduo muttered: "If only it could be printed outside, it would be good if it could be transported to Shanghai Beach privately." ”

Everyone nodded when they heard him say this, but they knew that this was just a fool's dream, and the Japanese were now very strict in controlling roads and ports.

Transporting it to the beach from outside is as difficult as stealing prey from a tiger's mouth.

All of a sudden, all you have to say "Smack!" At a moment, everyone turned their heads to look over, only to see Ke Ming slam the table and stand up, and said excitedly: "I have a way!" I know a guy who, if you can ask him to help, can really get things into Shanghai! ”