One hundred and forty-eight Baylor Road, less than 100 meters to the north from the prosperous Xiafei Road, and two intersections to the west is the famous Shudri. It is a small three-story brick and timber building along the street, and almost the entire street is filled with these houses, some of which are purposely built as row structures.

Around the twenties of the twentieth century, because of the turbulent situation in China, the real estate development of the French Concession became very popular, and because of the special attributes of the concession, it attracted a large number of wealthy immigrants from outside, in addition to ordinary landlords and compradors, there were also a large number of national capitalists and cultural figures.

Due to their different goals, they were very enthusiastic about buying real estate in the concession, and at the same time they also had special requirements for the shape and decoration of the building, which prompted the architectural style of the French Concession to develop in the direction of simplicity and practicality, and a large number of new brick and wood apartments with compact structure and elegant decoration and new lane houses came into being in the French Concession.

The area around Baylor Road was full of mid-to-high-end residential areas, and at that time, no family property could afford to buy a house here, such as Sanyili developed by nearby Telly & Co., where the monthly rent of a single-family house alone required 80 yuan in legal currency, which was about three months' wages for an ordinary skilled worker.

The homeowner surnamed Shan at No. 148 Baylor Road, participated in the Xingzhong Society in his early years, served as Sun Wen's secretary and Japanese translator, and served as the director of local customs at the beginning of the Republic of China, and had a bit of a close relationship with the Kuomintang high-level.

Mr. Shan was an old-fashioned literati who was inclined to revolution, and Mr. Xiao Shan was a progressive when he was studying, and the key is that he also had a fellow villager and classmate named Li Xiagong.

Mr. Shan's family lived in Kangfuli on Fuxi Road earlier, and the first floor became the secret office of the Eighth Route Army at that time, and Mr. Shan's family of five lived on the second floor with Li Xiagong. When Shanghai became an isolated island, Mr. Lao Shan moved out of Kangfuli and bought 148 Baylor Road with his early savings as a place for his family to live for three generations.

Because Mr. Shan's eldest son studied Western medicine, he opened a clinic in the storefront along the street on the ground floor, and Dr. Shan's medical skills are not low, so his income on weekdays is quite good, enough to maintain the family living a middle-class life in the French Concession.

At the same time, this small building has once again become an important stronghold of the CCP's underground activities in Shanghai. Mr. Xiaoshan claimed that the third floor of his house was rented to a tenant from another province, and every day from midnight to early morning, the three-story attic would be lit up with faint lights, and thousands of important telegrams would be sent to Yan'an through here.

"It's all gone?" A middle-aged man in a gray cloth robe asked.

"Yes, now we can only wait for a response, is it necessary to take such a risk?" The operator took off his headphones and turned back from the humble delivery unit.

"Lao Wang and I both know that we have violated discipline this time, but this information is too important to be known to the organization immediately, and we must get a clear answer as soon as possible. We don't have enough time left, and we have to do it cheaply. A short-haired man sitting next to the middle-aged man replied in a deep voice.

"Lao Li, don't worry, as soon as the organizational reply arrives, you will transfer from here with us." A long-faced, thin-faced middle-aged man standing at the window monitoring the situation on the street downstairs picked up the conversation.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary, if something goes wrong, the hill downstairs will warn you with a code." The slender face closed the curtains and sat back in the armchair by the desk.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Open the door, it's Lao Zhang here." Said the comrades who were nervous on the other side of their slender faces.

The short-haired man stepped forward and opened the door, and a middle-aged man in a light blue spun silk robe walked in.

"Well, who's going to tell me what's going on, why you're calling everyone here for a meeting, and why you're risking exposing this secret radio station by sending out a report during the day." The man surnamed Zhang did not have any politeness after entering the door, and asked his question before he sat down.

"Don't be angry yet, come and see this." The gray cloth robe took out a stack of letter paper from his bosom and handed it to the other party.

"The command of the Japanese gendarmerie? Secret! Here's how it worked. The man surnamed Zhang did not rush to read the contents of the letterhead, but first looked at the seal at the end of the letterhead.

"A special inside line, I can't say more." The gray cloth robe shook his head.

"I see... It's interesting, and I understand now that this information does have that value. The man surnamed Zhang read the content carefully, then folded the letter carefully and solemnly handed it back to the man in the gray shirt.

"Look at this again, this is the plan I drafted with Lao Chen, and now I am waiting for a reply from above." The gray cloth robe picked up a piece of white paper full of words from the telegraph machine and handed it to the other party.

"The purpose of bringing everyone together is to discuss this matter, and when the German special mission arrives in Shanghai, how should we respond. Personally, I think this is a great opportunity to expose the hypocrisy of the Japanese invaders to the world. If we can grasp it, the blow to the Japanese devils is no less than the total annihilation of one of their infantry wings. The short-haired man said in a deep voice.

"It's not just a loss for a team, if this operation is successful, the impact will be world-class." The man surnamed Zhang shook the white paper in his hand and said excitedly.

"Comrades, this will be an opportunity to show the Western world the determination of the Chinese people to resist Japan, and to let peace-loving people all over the world know that we have not given in and that we are still resisting." The slender face said excitedly on the side.

"Yes, this is also an opportunity to show the world the spirit of our party and the anti-Japanese concept, newspapers and magazines alone are not enough, we also have to expose the brutal and vicious crimes of the Japanese garrison in Shanghai, and after I go back, I will mobilize the students to collect evidence in this regard." The man surnamed Zhang nodded and said.

"Quiet.... There is a reply! The operator suddenly interjected, and everyone in the room quickly closed their mouths.

I saw the operator holding a headset in one hand, picking up a pencil in the other hand and skillfully and quickly recording on a piece of white paper. The content of the telegram was surprisingly short, and the full text was accepted in less than half a minute.

"Hand me the Romance of the Three Kingdoms over there." The newspaper operator pointed to the writing desk and said, and the short-haired man hurriedly took it and handed it forward.

"It will take a little time to decipher, not long." The operator picked up the key and sent out a series of brief signals, then turned off the power to the transmitter.

"Lao Chen, help me put the transmitter in the suitcase, clean up the things here, I'm sorry for you." The operator picked up the telegram and the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, turned around and went into the compartment inside.

"No problem, you do it slowly, we'll wait." The short-haired man and the gray cloth robe packed up the reporting equipment on the table.

Although there were no professional radio reconnaissance units in the French Concession, the Japanese army had this technology, and it was imported from Germany, and the Japanese spy agencies were listening to the radio signals sent from the concession all day long.

There are almost 100 registered and unregistered radio stations in Shanghai, and in recent years, almost all those who have engaged in speculative trade have built their own sets of transmitters and kept in touch with branches in other places and even overseas, so as to obtain the latest market intelligence and grasp excellent trade opportunities.

After a long period of surveillance, Japan has basically figured out the frequency of most of the radio stations, so when a new signal appears, it is likely to attract the attention of Japanese intelligence agencies. Of course, it is impossible for the Japanese to enter the French Concession to arrest people, but they can enter the concession through Wang pseudo-agents to search and arrest people, and once the radio is exposed, it may cause serious harm to the entire organization.

"Deciphered, it's a message." Lao Li walked out of the cubicle and handed a note to the gray cloth caftan.

"Let me see, what does it say? Did the organization agree with our proposal? The short-haired man anxiously inquired on the side.

"The superiors have already grasped this situation, and have sent a comrade to take charge of this matter, and at three o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, let us arrange a vehicle to pick up people at the 16th Shop Wharf." The gray cloth caftan handed the note to his companion.

"The organization was very satisfied with our plan, and everyone started to work separately after they went back. Lao Zhang and Lao Song left through the back door, and Lao Chen and I stayed behind to help Lao Li transfer. It's finally time to do a big job, comrades. After speaking, the gray cloth robe shook his clenched fist.

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