Has this code been leaked? Tan Jing didn't know, he adjusted his emotions in his heart, and at the same time controlled the expression on his face without making much change, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said the second half of the code sentence softly, and then said: "This is the code from a long time ago." ”

Erhu's face was expressionless, but Tan Jing saw his left eyebrow move slightly.

"What a talent, the president," he said with a smile, but didn't say the second half. Tan Jing keenly felt that the atmosphere between the two had changed, and Erhu had behaved calmly before, but now he seemed to be ...... I got nervous.

What is he nervous about?

Tan Jing secretly speculated about the other party's emotions, he was still lying in the chair in the comfortable posture before, but the muscles on his body were actually slowly tightening and stiffening. Erhu suddenly exerted a force on his wrist and slammed the cup of tea that had been poured in front of him, and the teacup slid along the smooth wooden tabletop, spilling half a cup of water.

"Looks like you're not happy with this little gift."

The pace of his speech also slowed down, and the change was not noticeable, but the deliberately long half-second pause was enough for a nimble man to conceive the next ten sentences. Tan Jing mobilized the muscles on his face, smiled slowly, and reached out to hold the teacup: "What I already know is not a gift." ”

Erhu's angry eyes slowly swam across his face, and the place where his gaze passed was like a cold snake crawling through his skin. There was a contemplative look on his face, and Tan Jing picked up a cup and drank water under his gaze, his expression was calm, and he could even be called a good time.

"Okay, then another one." Erhu finally spoke, "How about an underground liaison station?" You will get some of our working documents in Binhai and surrounding townships there. ”

He gave out an address, and when he said each word, he had a look of judgment on his face, as if he was ready to adjust the next words according to Tan Jing's expression. However, Tan Jing didn't give him a chance to adjust, he kept the same expression, and finally sneered abruptly a second before he reported the door number.

Erhu immediately stopped and said, "What, you know again?" ”

Coincidentally, this is exactly the address of Jing Rope when he cooperated with him to make a false meritorious service. Tan Jing pulled his body up from the back of the chair, looked down at him across a table, and reported the house number for him: "No. 121 Binh Er Road, this place, I personally took someone to search for it." ”

Erhu's eyes jumped suddenly, his hand holding the teacup paused, and his eyes were more suspicious, but he was a little less angry. Tan Jing noticed that the muscles above his lips trembled slightly, as if he was about to speak, but he didn't say anything.

"I didn't feel your sincerity," he didn't speak, so Tan Jing spoke, staring at the erhu and opening. The eyes of the two people seemed to be glued together, entangled with each other, inseparable, and no one intended to avoid it, "When the well rope is here, we at least trust each other." ”

"Trust you?" When Erhu opened his mouth to speak, the facial muscles that had been shaking before did not move again, and this sentence did not make him hesitate, "It seems that you have a good cooperation." ”

"I hope it's a pleasure to work with you." Tan Jing said, if it is a real traitor and an underground party, then he should be ready to leave now, or he has already left, the other party has no sincerity to cooperate, he is constantly trying, but Tan Jing has no idea what he is trying.

He is Fujii Shou's person, and Tan Jing analyzes it like this, I am afraid that the secret service has not made much progress in the work of Yan'an, resulting in very little information he can come up with, and among those few pieces of information, there may be some that Tan Jing does not want to know.

But Tan Jing didn't leave, he felt that he could break the hole card of the clumsy actor in front of him, but he still didn't leave. On the one hand, he planned to use his body as bait and let Fujii Shou plant it on him again, so as to give Sukawa Shun a chance to completely deal with him, and on the other hand, because of that code...... Although it was a long time ago, he didn't get any news from the well rope that this code was leaked so he changed the password, so he wanted to find out how the person in front of him, the so-called Yan'an underground party, Erhu, knew this code.

"It looks like we're not going to have a result today," Erhu said after a long silence and smiled at him with his mouth open, "You don't trust me, and I don't trust you." ”

"Don't shirk responsibility, the problem is you." Tan Jing said unceremoniously, "So far, I have been very sincere. ”

The erhu finally discovered the little trick of talking about the game, and he was the first to ask the erhu for sincerity, so he occupied the moral high ground, and they guarded against each other, and the first person to speak would definitely lose.

"Then let's turn it upside down, President Tan, since you are very sincere, then you will win my trust." This request is a bit rude, but it is not a temptation.

Tan Jing should have been angry and got up to leave, but his ass looked like it was nailed to a chair, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

"What sincerity do you want?" He heard himself ask, "I killed Mitani Jino for you, is it not sincere?" ”

"How did the well rope die?" Erhu asked, "It is impossible for him to commit suicide." ”

"I don't know." Tan Jing replied, "He died at the police station, and the police station is not under my control. ”

Erhu spread his hands: "So what can you give to prove your sincerity?" ”

"Nothing," Tan Jing tapped the outer wall of the cup lightly, and then stood up, "It's you looking for me to cooperate, not me looking for you, the person who comes to the door first must show sincerity first, this truth, I don't need to teach you from the beginning." ”

He straightened his clothes as if he were about to leave, it was a failed meeting, and he got nothing but the other party's wariness. As a bait, the other side seems to be a little too cautious.

"You should think carefully about what you can give me besides sincerity, and if you have to prove it, then proving benefits is more interesting to cooperate than proving sincerity." Tan Jing raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an arrogant and indifferent smile, and leaned over to Erhu, "I've had a great time working with Jing Rope, if you really have the identity you claim to be, then you should understand that you can get more from me than I can get from you." ”

He took out the banknote and pressed it under the teacup, paying for the cup of tea that Erhu poured for him, using a military ticket, and now the Binhai fiat currency is parallel to the military ticket, with the change of the number on the calendar, there are more and more military tickets, and the fiat currency is less and less. Previously, merchants only accepted fiat currency, and no matter how repeatedly the consulate or the government's economic department advertised the military stamps, they still did not change their original intentions. Now they have paid the price for their stubbornness and have begun to sell fiat currency by any means necessary.

Tan Jing turned away under Erhu's gaze, confident that the other party would contact him a second time. This failure not only disappointed Tan Jing, but also disappointed Erhu, he threw two baits one after another, but the people who wanted to catch did not take the bait, but turned the two baits upside down and threw them all to him.

Mr. Tan returned to his office at the Gongrong News Agency, with stacks of letters on his desk, most of which were insulting him. "Binhai's last outspoken journalist" is dead, and with the rupture of his image, the original pursuit has all turned into spurning, or even deeper. He opened and read the abusive, heartbroken, and even death-threatening letters, then called his secretary in and told them that they didn't have to show up on his desk in the future.

But at the same time, he demanded that his subordinates not open his letters at will, which was an inconsistency or a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for them, but the secretary did not dare to raise objections. When he was a reporter, Tan Jing's image was cold and silent, and every time he spoke, he always got to the point, and his readers liked his cold words, like a swordsman who could break through all flashy surfaces, and the temperature was hidden under the cold and emotionless appearance. Now he is a lackey of the Japanese, and he treats people in harmony, but those loves disappear as the temperature rises, as if behind the smile is the blade, and when the knife kills, it is accompanied by a smile.