"I ...... I'm sorry......" Zhong Shanwen deliberately pretended to be shy and scared.

"This young lady, since we met, it proves that we are destined, are you interested in having a drink?" Brother Gongzi looked at her embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but be happy, and teased.

"What's so embarrassing about that......

"This young lady may not know who our son-in-law is, our son-in-law is a big ...... in Shanghai."

Zhong Shanwen had no intention of listening to the nonsense of Brother Gongzi's entourage, and she peeked behind her while dealing with them.

At some point, the stalker behind him had disappeared.

After getting rid of her son-in-law, Zhong Shanwen returned home, and the landlord, Mrs. Zhang, saw her, greeted her with a smile, and said, "Miss Zhong, Miss Sisi sent you this just now, and if you are not at home, I will keep it for you." She handed a small red silk bag to Zhong Shanwen.

"Thank you, Mrs. Zhang."

Back in the room, she sat down and opened the small cloth bag curiously, and when she saw the contents of it, her body couldn't help but shake slightly.

It was a brand new roll of piano strings.

Attached to the piano strings was a note left by Sisi: "How about a gift from Mr. Poplar?" Do you like it? ”

Zhong Shanwen recalled Bai Yang's face that couldn't tell his age, and somehow suddenly had a cold shiver.

From the first time she saw him, she felt familiar with him.

She sat at the table, thinking bitterly, her head hurting from the thought.

After a long time, she still couldn't think of a clue, so she asked for her surname and dialed Sisi's phone.

"Hello? Sisi? Oh...... Yes, it's me, I received the gift, thank you, and thank you Mr. Poplar for me. What the? He's gone? Why is it in such a hurry? …… He promised to take you away? That's great! Congratulations! When will he come again? …… Yes, when he comes back, he must call me, and I will thank him in person......"

After putting down the phone, it may be Sisi's happy words that gave her a strange feeling, and Zhong Shanwen couldn't help but miss her husband, Masao Fukui.

Masao...... Are you okay now?

At this time, she suddenly felt a slight pain in her heart.

Zhong Shanwen didn't expect that her every move had been watched by others.

In a small building far away, Bai Yang, that is, Yang Shuoming, reached out and gently covered the curtain slit.

"Let the president personally go out to help us counter-espionage, so that we are embarrassed." A man in a black suit sitting at the table opposite said with a wry smile.

"Yes, if this is going to get out, those people in Congress will not have to make a fuss! Our FBI and the Homeland Security Agency don't have to mix up in the future. ”

"Don't say that, I also recognize her crookedly." Yang Shuoming listened to their ridicule and said with a smile.

"However, she didn't even recognize the president, and her eyes were choking enough!"

"The president has changed his appearance now, and I am afraid that there are very few people who can recognize him!"

"Thanks to the president, we can use her as an introduction to dig out the entire organization behind her, hehe."

"Don't rush to close the net, maybe, we can also use her to pass on something to the side." Yang Shuoming thought for a while and said.

"Oh? What's the President's idea? Can you tell us a little bit? ”

"I'll talk about it when I'm done, hehe."

While several people were talking, the phone rang suddenly, and a man walked over and picked up the microphone.

"Okay, got it, I'll tell the president right away."

"Is Her Royal Highness the Princess here?" Someone seemed to guess the contents of the call and asked.

"Yes." The person who answered the phone faced Yang Shuoming, "Her Royal Highness the princess will be here soon, president." ”

"Where is the president going to take her to play this time?" Someone laughed, "No, exactly, where to visit?" ”

"What interests her the most." Yang Shuoming smiled and replied.

"Then the price paid for the cultivation of our 'peace messenger' is a bit big!" Someone laughed.

"It's still worth the money." Yang Shuoming said.

Passenger plane "White Mountain", first class.

Looking at the German princess Eleni, who had fallen asleep, a Chinese female officer stepped forward to gently fold her quilt, then returned to her seat, opened a notebook, and memorized it.

This female officer, Chinese Air Force Captain Deng Shiman, has just been transferred to the Army Intelligence Bureau and is now the German princess's bodyguard and interpreter.

“…… Life is often nothing more than a 'fortuitous coincidence,' as Americans call it. On the eve of the outbreak of the world war, I happened to be studying German, and eight months later, because of where and when I was at the time, I began to work in the years that would be most interesting for women who had joined the army during the war. ”

"It was by chance that I was learning German. As soon as I left school, I decided to learn the language. My first choice is to learn French, which I have been familiar with since childhood, and my second wish is to learn Spanish. But at that time, Spain was in the midst of a civil war, and my desire to travel to Spain was quickly discouraged by my parents. Later, my parents decided that I should study German. If you don't live with the locals for a while, you won't be able to grasp the authentic sense of language. Therefore, my mother decided to let me live in Germany for a while, so that I could get acquainted with the German language and lay a good foundation for studying at a German university in the future. ”

"In 1937, when I first arrived in Germany, my parents placed me in a town called Halle, near Leipzig. Andersel's place is the home of the people, which is Handel's hometown. The family's father, a chemist and owned a large ink business, was also a very cautious industrialist who would never openly criticize the political axe. ”

"Living in such a family gave me the opportunity to meet some of the most prominent German high-ranking people at dinners, hunting and other social occasions. Some of the conversations I heard convinced me of the gravity of the situation at that time. The Germans were still deeply annoyed by the punitive provisions of the post-war ceasefire agreements of 1914-1920, and it seemed that there should be no more illusions about their attitude. ”

"When the crisis in Munich was at its height, my parents rushed me home. As soon as I arrived in Hamburg from Halle, I was told that all German ships were not to leave the port until the talks between Hitler and Chamberlain had yielded any results. The Hamburg office of the American shipping company was crowded with people in a hurry to leave Germany. I, like so many others, don't know how to get home. Eventually, I found a seat on a midnight train to Holland Bay. This train is believed to be the last train to leave Germany. As we entered Dutch territory, we saw Dutch soldiers armed with heavy machine guns guarding both ends of the bridge, and a large crowd of bewildered people on the ferry from Holland Bay to Harwich. ”

"I was looking forward to returning to the University of Leipzig in the autumn after the summer break at our school, but my father's friends at the Air Force told him that they thought war was coming. They were right, and the world war soon broke out. ”

"A few weeks after returning to my homeland, I joined the Yenching 9th Detachment of the Air Force Women's Auxiliary Team. I am willing to do my best for the country and the nation. I didn't want to worry my dearest mother, so I didn't confide in her for a long time. But in September, I received an official document from the Air Force Women's Auxiliary Team to 'Volunteer Deng Shiman', informing me to report for duty the next day. ”

"'What the hell is going on?' My mother asked as she handed me the letter. I had to be honest: 'I've volunteered for the military. ’”

"Instead of being as angry as I thought, my mother was proud. This is like my daughter! She said, 'If I were your age, I would do the same.' ’”

"Initially I was assigned to the Air Force Archives Bureau, which was on the same rail line as my home, just a few stops away. When I first stepped into the Casualty Statistics Division of the Archives Bureau, the captain officer in the office said to me, a new private, 'You are now a glorious Air Force soldier, Miss Dunszman. Your working hours are twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year. Meal time is a discount for you. That's a typical opening remark. ”

"Until May 1940 I worked as a clerk. Major Li Baozhong is the head of our department. He was a pleasant and astute professor with a traditional scholarly demeanor. It was a pleasure to read his documents and memos. Ostensibly, I was his secretary, but since he found out that I had studied the language, he sometimes sent me to look through foreign newspapers and magazines to look for information about the downing of our air force pilots over enemy air. ”

"The Casualty Statistics Division often sends the same but frightening notices to the parents or wives of the victims: 'It is with great sadness that I inform you that your son (or husband), ______, Sergeant XXX have disappeared (or we believe to be missing by death) during combat operations...... Each notice is printed with the utmost care, free from errors and mistakes, as the recipient may keep them permanently. How many nights have I stayed in my office and never returned, printing those poignant words that bring tears to my eyes at the thought of the grief and suffering they will bring to many families across the country. ”

"And just like that, I got through the harsh start of my military career. A few days after I reported for duty, I took on a tricky job: at that time, our aircraft carrier Thang Long was sunk by an ocean-going submarine in the Central Pacific, and we were asked to inform the families of the victims that their sons and husbands were either missing or dead. We sent nearly a hundred telegrams to the most immediate relatives of the victims, followed by letters. We recruited all the typists and worked in front of the old typewriters until the wee hours of the morning, and the sadness silenced everyone, and everyone knew in their hearts what it would mean for more people. ”

"Since I was young and could be overly sensitive, this job carved a deep sadness into my feelings. It was heartbreaking for me when those elderly people came to the door in person, or pleaded with us on the phone for more information. An elderly woman with a short stature and a weak constitution came to her door several times from Kunming. 'Listen to me, girl,' she always explained, 'he is my only son, and we gave birth to him very late. We have nothing but him. Her face was thin and pale with grief. I remember thinking that if something happened to my loved ones, then, if there really is a god, please make sure that this is over as soon as possible, and give me accurate information, and don't always use vague words like 'missing' or 'missing because of death'. ”

"The horrors of the last world war are still in people's memory, gas masks were distributed everywhere in the country, and we always take them with us wherever we are. Civilian masks come in small cardboard boxes, while military ones are bulky and packed in a kagobu. When designing the uniforms of the Air Force Women's Auxiliary, apparently no one thought about what women often carried in their handbags, or what they would do when women were forbidden to carry handbags under the rules of the day. Naturally, a wide variety of women's items inevitably appeared in rucksacks with gas masks. During on-site inspections or gas mask wearing, it is not uncommon to find piles of feminine items in the girls' backpacks, ranging from lipsticks and compacts to toilet paper, which is both surprising and amusing. In the Air Force Women's Auxiliary, I know of a strange practice of pretending to pass out on the training ground rather than having someone find out what is hidden in the backpack. ”

"When we first arrived, we spent the first few nights on a very uncomfortable camp bed in a hangar. Since the door of the hangar couldn't be closed, we couldn't help but wonder why we wanted to be soldiers. But soon we were assigned to private homes in or around the city. I was lucky enough to be assigned to a comfortable dormitory, and the hostess took care of everything. Naturally, the unfortunate living conditions are very poor. The family I was first assigned to was a family where both husband and wife were natural pathologists. Out of respect for my normal eating habits, they sometimes fry some meat, and usually I have to drink a lot of celery soup. I remember being hungry all the time. ”

"The second one I got was even better. The young hostess worked full shifts in a local factory, and her husband worked the night shift at a nearby train station. She didn't get up until after I went to work every morning, so I had to prepare breakfast, omelette and boiled noodles by myself. In the evenings, she was so late that I often missed dinner when I got off work. They used to leave me a note in the kitchen that said 'Luncheon meat tonight' or 'canned noodles', and sometimes it just said 'fried bean sprouts and steamed buns'. My dinners are often canned food and bread. Thankfully, my parents weren't too far away and could go home for a decent meal. ”

"The next few months of my tenure at the Archives coincided with the stagnation of the war and the so-called 'stalemate', and the relatively low casualties of our air force, so our casualty statistics were not heavy. But the good times were short-lived, and as the offensive against the Soviets and the Soviet Union escalated, a large number of casualty reports poured into our offices. On 8 June, another Chinese aircraft carrier, the 'White Phoenix,' was sunk by planes off the coast of the city, causing heavy casualties among the carrier's pilots. But while I was grieving the casualties of Air Force personnel, and the work of informing the relatives of the victims was tormenting me, something happened in a corner of the south-eastern part of my country that quickly changed my entire life. ”

"In those precarious years of peace after the last world war, it became increasingly clear that my country could be redrawn into the scourge of the European continent in this century. Ben's invasion of Siberia, the Italian invasion of Abyssinia, and the German occupation of the Rhine and Saarland were all ominous signs of the greater ambitions of the Axis powers. Our political axe has taken appropriate measures to ensure the presence of sufficient radio intelligence units and to deal effectively with the radio communications of the above-mentioned countries. ”

"After the Munich crisis, the intelligence agencies of various European countries increased their alert, and of course our army's radio intelligence units also strengthened their surveillance of the army's radio communications. At the same time, the Japanese side is expanding and improving its radio intelligence units, and the radio intelligence units of the Taiwan Navy and the Army are also constantly being strengthened. The world is entering a new era of sophisticated electronic listening. ”

"As early as May 1939, I flew to the southeast coast of our country in a 'Zeppelin' airship with the aim of eavesdropping on the communications of our country's radio directional station network (later called radar stations) in order to determine the wavelength, number, and location of our radio stations and, if possible, the efficiency of the radio stations. However, the enemy's trip was not a success. All of their activities are under constant surveillance by our radar personnel. What they did was to report their location to the country when they flew to Bohai Bay. Their contacts were intercepted by our radio intelligence forces. At that time, our troops wanted to let the enemy know that their crew had misjudged the bearing. But our people are sensible and do not have the means to expose themselves. Of course, the incident itself is of great intelligence value to our country, and we understand that I am so interested in our radar network. At this time, our early warning system is more advanced than my own, so they are always anxious to know anything about us. Throughout the war, we were always superior to the Japanese army in this respect. ”

"Since November 1941, there has been a significant increase in the number of 'wind' units as part of the intelligence unit, whose duty is to monitor enemy communications. They went all out to spy on Morse communications of the Navy, and for the first time in history, the military and political authorities appointed the right person to do the job. Many of the officers assigned to the radio intelligence corps were radio amateurs, and listening to interesting communications, searching for weak signals and long-range radio stations were originally their usual hobbies. ”

"Initially, surveillance in our country was limited to wireless telegraphy

(To be continued)