The frequent movement of domestic products in the big market has gradually left a deep impression on the hearts of Shanghai citizens in recent years. This time, the school suspension strike march movement spread to the entire Shanghai and South China markets with Penglai Market as the radiation center. On the stage of the theater, trade union members were giving lectures and collecting donations, and banners were put up throughout the market, with the words "anti-imperialism" and "opposition to Japanese aggression" written in bright red letters.

Students, businessmen, workers, peasants, all gathered at this moment to target the Politburo building and demand a response from those in power.

Shen Yigong hasn't stopped all day. In addition to the anger and dissatisfaction caused by Chiang Kai-shek's "policy of non-resistance" among the people, such a large-scale demonstration movement was of course also guided and instigated by the underground party. He was busy arranging personnel to ensure the safety of the procession, and at the same time arranging for security personnel to keep an eye on the situation on the part of the army, and to protect the workers and students at the slightest hint of armed repression.

At the same time, the more such large-scale demonstrations are, the more likely they are to be exploited by criminals to disrupt the market, enrich themselves, and cause harm to others.

Liang Qingwen huddled in the office to communicate with reporters and manufacturers, he didn't go back for two or three days, ate and pulled two bites casually, and slept sleepily on the office chair for a night. Originally, he looked like a scholar with an elegant posture, but now his beard is mixed with blue and black eyes.

He was in his office, which was like his trench, with his telephone, pen, typewriter and telegram as his guns. The phone rang from morning to night, and the newspapers were very interested in the anti-Japanese march jointly launched by 141 merchants in Penglai Market. Some reporters have even crowded the door. Shen Yigong also had a brief conversation with him on the way in the morning, about the focus of the next work, and Miss You's current situation.

In fact, to be honest, Liang Qingwen himself didn't know what was going on with You Yiman now, after he left the Qingyuan Restaurant, he also tried to contact Yiman, and also tried to go to the French Concession to meet her, but now she is deep and simple, hidden behind dozens of black-clothed bodyguards, and she can't even see this side.

Liang Qingwen didn't say anything on his face, but in the middle of the night, Shen Yigong occasionally went downstairs to drink water, and he could still hear the sigh coming from his room. But in such a situation, everyone is almost too busy to take care of themselves, and the matter in front of them has not been resolved, so how can they have the energy to manage the struggle at a higher level?

If this can be solved by sending someone with a few guns, this matter will be clear, but at the moment, the connections and firearms in You Yiman's hands involve the lives of more people, and they don't dare to act rashly. Liang Qingwen can only wait here now, just waiting, and use the market to paralyze himself.

Shen Yigong looked at Qingwen's appearance, and couldn't even say a word of persuasion.

What qualifications and positions can he have?

Everyone who is not fighting with all their might.

As the evening approached, the sound gradually subsided, and the open-air theater in the west was still taking turns with people of insight from all walks of life giving speeches and agitation. Shen Yigong stood on a small temporary terrace not far away and listened to the secretary sort out and explain the results of today's march and the direction of the march. Near the terrace, there was a bit of a mess around it, and the people below were eating in groups. Shen Yigong told the secretary that he would wait for the truck to come over and distribute it to everyone at night, and there were still a few herbal tea stalls, so he had to make sure if there were still them.

He spoke quickly with a cigarette holder in his hand, and Leng Buding heard a voice shouting, "Dad! Father! ”

The secretary took a step ahead of him and looked down, and hurriedly reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Shen, your son is here." ”

Shen Yigong took the cigarette out of his mouth and sideways to the railing and looked down: "Xiaoqiang, why are you here?" ”

Shen Qiang waved his hands below and shouted, "Dad, Uncle Huo is gone." ”

This kid was sweating all over, and I knew that he had run all the way from home when he was panting. Shen Yigong looked back at the preaching and fundraising that was still in progress, and hesitated as soon as his eyes sank. The man threw the cigarette at his feet and beckoned his son to come up first. As soon as Shen Qiang arrived, he asked first: "Did he leave by himself?" ”

"It's hard to say...... There were four people dressed in black, I met them at the entrance of the alley, Uncle Huo had an empty hand, and left with them without taking anything. ”

"He didn't say who these were?"

The boy shook his head.

Shen Yigong asked again: "Mother-in-law, did she see it?" ”

"My mother-in-law didn't see it either. She said that Uncle Huo told her that he would not come back for dinner at night, and asked her to tell you. ”

Shen Yigong pressed his big hand on Shen Qiang's head, he looked up again at the crowd on the ground, and finally said to Shen Qiang: "Dad's post is here, I can't go." ”

Shen Qiang didn't have an idea for a while: "That's ...... What about Uncle Huo? ”

"He has his way, and I can trust him. I can't leave the market, you look around here, how many people come in a day - as long as someone deliberately causes trouble at this point, it is never a small matter. I'm here I can sit in town, and I'm going to be a mess here. Shen Yigong pressed Shen Qiang's shoulder hard: "Your Uncle Huo is a person...... It's amazing. I can trust him. Go back and wait for my news. ”

Since his father said so, Shen Qiang also responded in a huff. Shen Yigong asked the secretary to arrange someone, and was about to ask someone to send his son back, when this kid suddenly came to his senses again, jumped over the small terrace and jumped to the ground and waved to his father and said, "No need Dad!" I know what I know! I'm going back, you're busy! ”

Shen Yigong saw that the young man disappeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye, and someone came up beside him, Shen Yigong turned around, saw that it was Qingwen, and asked, "How much is the donation money today?" ”

"There are silver dollars, gold and fiat currency, and it is estimated that there must be a small 50,000 silver dollars, and this is not counting a few big ones." Liang Qingwen put on his glasses and replied, Shen Yigong nodded, looked at the left-wing workers' and peasants' representatives who were now speaking, thought about it, lowered his voice and said to him, "Tomorrow you make arrangements, take out 40,000 medicine, bedding and steel, and let's find a way to send it to Yan'an." ”

Liang Qingwen's eyes were slightly surprised, but it was only for a moment, and then he replied to him: "Don't worry, this part of the network Yiman has introduced to me." I'll take care of it. ”

And at the same time.

In the damp, dark underground prison - blood is spreading.

The sound of the gunshot and the door opening rang out together, just after the sentence "Xiao Qin", before the words fell, there was a loud "bump-" sound. Huo Zuo couldn't suppress his laughter when he looked at the red blood hole on Chen Ruifeng's eyebrows, he turned his head and raised his eyes to face the bullet hole.

The door to the torture chamber was still locked, and the woman with the weapon had the smile of a demon in the underworld on her face.

Huo Zuo blew away the gunsmoke from the muzzle, laughed hoarsely and said to the visitor: "Long time no see, sister." ”

"It's been a long wait, Brother Zuo." Qin Mingyue took off the hat veil on his head that matched the cheongsam and threw it on Chen Ruifeng's face. Her bullet came so fast that she didn't even give the other party time to react, and he was immersed in his invincible dreams until he died.

"To you, to me. How many years? Ten years or ......"

"It's twelve years. You are the 14th year of the Republic of China, you killed my father, took away his power, and became the current head of the Blue Dragon Society. ”

Huo Zuo sat there and bowed slightly: "Yes, twelve years." Then he glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, "You don't have to do anything more, why come in and kill him first?" ”

Qin Mingyue raised her gun: "Raise your hand first." ”

"I'm handcuffed by your colleagues."

"I know you've pried it open."

When her words fell, Huo Zuo laughed helplessly and raised his hands: "It seems that the party-state has taught my sister well, and this little action has not been hidden from you." ”

"I want to kill you, of course, to get to know you in full. Huo Zuo, you are honored in this regard, no man has ever received such an honor from me. Qin Mingyue held a gun in one hand to his head, and with the other hand he took out a revolver in the inside of his waist, "Look, I said that I know you very well." ”

Huo Zuo raised his hands, making a gesture of an avatar for the first time in so many years, he sat there and said with a smile: "There is a person who owes me, and he paid it off with me." Now that I think it's my turn to pay what I owe. ”

"You owe me?"

"You should have taken it ten years earlier, and to this day, I thank you for allowing me to live so many more years. But there's one thing - I don't regret killing your dad. Or, our fathers. Huo Zuo turned his back and didn't look at her, "I killed him to avenge my mother, and you killed me to avenge him." That's right. ”

Qin Mingyue stood behind him and asked him coldly, "You killed your father at that time and fired a few shots." ”

This question made him think for a while, and he hesitated: "Three shots? Or five shots? It's been so long that I can't remember exactly. ”

"That's five shots."

Huo Zuo had already closed his eyes when he heard this. He waited for his executioner to shoot him—something he owed, and a debt must be his principle. And at this moment, he was suddenly relieved, he got almost all the things that others couldn't get in his life, and he had all the glory and wealth that he should enjoy, and the only thing that made him reluctant to leave half a bit of warmth in this world, he had no regrets.

That's enough.

Is there anything else to regret in his life? Without. The man closed his eyes and listened to the sound of gunfire whistling in the wind—whistling away from his ears.

Five full sounds.

It brushed his ear and hit the wall across from him.

The woman whispered in his ear, "From now on, you are dead to me." ”

And returned his revolver to him, said the next word.

"Tell me, what do you think are the chances of the two of us escaping from the torture chamber where more than 20 people are in charge?"