For several months, Zhou Lin has not come to the tea house.

Coming to the tea house again today, Zhou Lin was warmly welcomed.

"Director Zhou, they all said that you won't come back in Nanyang." Yang Kun sent Zhou Lin all the way to the private room.

"What's going on? Why should I do 'Soul Calling'? Zhou Lin asked.

Yang Kun handed Zhou Lin a cigarette: "The director said that he didn't agree with you to participate in this operation, but someone tried his best to let you complete this task in front of the commission, saying that it was a major event for a thousand years, and there was no suitable person for the commission, so he decided to let you do it." ”

"You're saying someone wants me to show up?" Zhou Lin was alert.

Yang Kun nodded: "The director and I also think so." ”

Zhou Lin lit a cigarette: "Is that because they suspect me?" ”

"I shouldn't be sure of you, this proposal was made when you didn't return to Mingzhu. But it is not excluded that they will treat you as one of the suspects. ”

"Who's that guy?" Zhou Lin stared at Yang Kun and asked.

"Ho." Yang Kun only said one surname, but Zhou Lin had already guessed him.

Zhou Lin sighed and said, "If it goes on like this, how many people are willing to give their lives to the old man." ”

Yang Kun also sighed: "What can you do if you don't work hard? If it weren't for you, the director believed that you would, and I might not be here now. ”

"What's going on? Old Yang, tell me the truth. Zhou Lin asked.

"A month ago, someone persuaded me to go to Yamada. Do you think I'll make it? It's definitely gone. Or did the director state in front of the commission, if I die, you come back without a suitable partner, it will definitely affect the work in the future. The committee gave up on the idea. Yang Kun's mood was very low.

Zhou Lin's heart moved: "Lao Yang, are you willing to go to Nanyang?" ”

Yang Kun's eyes lit up: "I'm willing!" But there's no one here who can fit you. Those who don't know the root will be sold at any time. ”

Zhou Lin nodded: "We are a good pair, I can't do without you." We made an appointment that when the Japanese were driven out, you would go with me to Nanyang. Spend the rest of your life in Nanyang, marry a wife, and give birth to a pair of children. ”

Yang Kun nodded: "I can still help you do things until I can't move." ”

Zhou Lin held Yang Kun's hand: "You can definitely help me do a lot of things." ”

Yang Kun said while making tea for Zhou Lin: "You have to be careful, Chen is a diehard, I don't know who is so naïve and came up with this idea." ”

Zhou Lin said with a smile: "The drunkard's intention is not to drink, but Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is intended to be Peigong." ”

Yang Kun smiled: "Do you know? I still remember the immaturity when you first met me. ”

"Thank you for your help, I have today, and I am inseparable from you."

Yang Kun said with satisfaction: "I saw you walking towards the high place step by step, and gradually threw me far away. But I was very happy. ”

Zhou Lin looked outside the private room: "How is the business now." ”

"Now the economy is sluggish, much worse than before, but it can still be profitable. Otherwise, there would be no money in the bureau, and I would have starved to death. ”

Zhou Lin knew that Yang Kun had not taken the activity funds, and sometimes handed over some money.

"You haven't paid the money now, have you?" Zhou Lin asked.

"I haven't handed it over for half a year, where did I get the money to hand it in."

Zhou Lin persuaded Yang Kun: "Don't hand it in in the future, leave some money to beg your wife and raise your children." ”

Yang Kun smiled happily, this was his happiest laugh in several years.

After leaving the tea house, Zhou Lin drove back home.

When Xiangjun saw Zhou Lin holding the bag nervously, he knew that there were different things in the bag.

So Xiangjun went to close the door, and leaned against the door to listen to the movement outside.

Zhou Lin couldn't help laughing when he saw Xiangjun's expression.

Xiangjun's pink fist lightly pounded Zhou Lin's left chest: "Laugh at me? You looked more nervous than I was just now, I was just affected by your emotions. ”

Zhou Lin grabbed Xiangjun's hand, and the two sat on the sofa.

"What is this?" Xiangjun pointed to the leather bag curiously.

"The old man's handwritten letter to someone Chen." Zhou Lin said.

As soon as he heard that it was the old man's letter, Xiangjun lost interest.

But she was curious about another aspect: "Is this letter effective?" ”

Zhou Lin sneered: "If his letter can have this effect, then he will not hide in Chongqing." ”

Xiangjun very much agreed with Zhou Lin's words: "He thought he was a holy decree!" But now the decree is useless, and people believe in democracy and republic. ”

"But he didn't understand this, so he always daydreamed."

Zhou Lin's words made Xiangjun vigilant: "He still wants you to find that old traitor?" ”

Zhou Lin said the situation, and Xiangjun shouted: "This is obviously the surname He wants to put you to death, the old man can't see it?" ”

"He's taking his charisma too seriously. I thought that as soon as his letter arrived, the old traitor would kneel down and take the order. He didn't care if I lived or died. Zhou Lin stood up and walked around the room, thinking about countermeasures.

"Husband, we won't go, now we don't need him, we can live a wonderful life." Xiangjun said angrily.

Zhou Lin shook his head: "Now we can't turn against him." Because if he said that I was a spy, then the Japanese would not let me go, and Zhoujiadao would not be able to stay. ”

Xiangjun hugged Zhou Lin: "Then what should I do?" If things change this time, then you're not exposed. ”

Zhou Lin patted Xiangjun on the shoulder and helped her sit down: "Want me to fight?" It's not that easy. Am I a fool? ”

"What are you going to do? Somebody has to meet."

Zhou Lin thought about it, and suddenly smiled: "Mountain people have their own tricks. ”

At ten o'clock in the morning of May 25, 1942, in Chen Gongbo's office, Chen Gongbo was reviewing documents on his desk.

"Jingle bell!" The phone on the desk rang.

"Hello Mayor Chen," a deep voice sounded.

Chen Gongbo frowned when he heard that it was an unfamiliar voice.

"Who are you? What is my business? ”

The voice immediately replied, "I'm here to save your life." ”

Chen Gongbo smiled: "You think you are the Monkey King? You think I'm the Monkey King. ”

There was a voice on the phone: "Isn't Sun Wukong the Monkey King?" What do you mean by that? ”

Chen Gongbo said with a pointing tone: "On the way to the west, the Monkey King saved his master nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties. Are you him? Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace and was crushed under the Five Finger Mountain. In the end, it was up to Tang Seng to rescue him, am I him? ”

"You are not Sun Wukong, he can be rescued and continue to serve Tang Seng. What about you, as soon as Wang Jingwei died, you became an ownerless duckweed, where did you drift to? ”

Chen Gongbo pointed to the phone in his hand, hinting at his secretary.

The secretary understood what Chen Gongbo meant and left immediately.

He went to the city telephone bureau to find out where the call came from.