War is a war between everyone and everyone. For war exists not only in a campaign or combat operation, but also in a period of time when the intention to fight for battle is generally believed. - Leviathan

"Celadon will be delivered in the afternoon." Ming Lou burned the message and habitually rubbed his eyebrows.

Two and a half years is enough time to change a lot of things. Ming Lou helped Ming Jing resell most of the Ming family's property into gold, and although the remaining part was still in Ming Lou's name, it was also Changfang's cousin who helped run it. Mingjing took his seventh uncle Ah Xiang and moved back to his hometown in Suzhou, leaving only Sister-in-law Li. Sister-in-law Li had no other relatives, so she was determined to stay in Shanghai to take care of Minglou, so she had to leave it to her.

After Mingtai left, due to the impact of the war situation, the Shanghai Station of the Military Command was greatly adjusted, and the assassination mission was basically stagnant. The Southern Bureau carried out two clearances and withdrew several comrades one after another, and almost all of the underground transportation stations in Shanghai were cut off. The family was reorganized, and it was decided to arrange a new person to be his assistant. The identity of the newcomer is not simple, ostensibly he was directly recommended by an official of the Japanese Economic Department to the Japanese garrison in Shanghai, and then arranged to join the new government.

Ming Lou is almost used to fighting alone, and now, there must be a close comrade-in-arms standing directly by his side. He sighed, and that was a good thing.

"Chief Ming, Fang Mengwei, senior secretary of the Secretariat directly under the General Office, came to report." A clear, but slightly muffled voice came from outside the door.

"Come in—" Ming Lou sat up straight, waiting for someone outside to come in.

"Hello Sir Ming, from today onwards, I am your personal assistant, and my name is Fang Mengwei."

Ming Lou didn't shake the outstretched hand of the person opposite, and he didn't even need to look at the blue and white porcelain teacup that the person put on the table, his mind went blank when he saw the person's face.

He saw Ah Cheng.

Fang Mengwei's arrival really set off a lot of undercurrents for the Ministry of the Interior, and a few old people thought that he looked too similar to the previous assistant A Cheng, but this assistant Fang was obviously sent from Japan, and no one dared to guess. And few people really put Ah Cheng in their eyes before, they can only say "a bit like" and what the specific likeness is, no one can tell, after all, everyone thought that Ah Cheng was just a relationship that was shoehorned in by nepotism.

Only Ming Lou has to find various opportunities to observe Fang Mengwei for a long time every day. Speaking of which, Fang Mengwei and Ah Cheng are indeed not so alike, really putting the two of them together, Ah Cheng's eyebrows are softer. Fang Mengwei has a beautiful face, but the edges and corners are sharper, and he looks rigid.

As soon as he came, the staff of the secretariat privately set up a gambling game, betting on whether he was Qianyuan, Kunze or Zhongyong.

Three months have passed, and Ming Lou still doesn't know what attribute he is.

Ming Lou knew that he was a member of the family, and his code name was "Celadon". He also knew Minglou's identity, and it seemed that he was not just the "silver bullet" of the Southern Bureau, but he also seemed to know what was going on in his heart. But he's always been indifferent, and he doesn't talk about anything except work. Every day after sending Ming Lou home, he disappeared, and waited at the door of the Ming family's mansion on time the next morning.

The instructions received by Ming Lou did not explain the subordination of the two, and Ming Lou could only think that the two were equal. Fang Mengwei didn't say it, he didn't have the right to ask Fang Mengwei's whereabouts, Ming Lou felt a little discouraged.

He also compared his handwriting, and there was no obvious similarity. Since returning to the Ming family, Ah Cheng has been writing block letters, stroke by stroke. Fang Mengwei is left-handed, his handwriting is not angular, and he writes quickly and chicly.

Even the shot was left-handed. As far as Ming Lou can see, Fang Mengwei's marksmanship can only be regarded as average, and it can't be compared with Ah Cheng. The skills should be not too much different, Ah Cheng has solid leg skills, and his skills are Wing Chun boxing. Fang Mengwei is said to have a black belt in taekwondo, and Ming Lou has not seen who he has done with yet.

The more time passes, the more Minglou thinks that maybe it just looks like it.

"Is the gentleman looking for someone?" One day in the second week of the fourth month of Fang Mengwei's arrival at the Ministry of the Interior, on his way to work, he asked Ming Lou.

Ming Lou was silent, he had observed Fang Mengwei for so long before he asked, and he was also very calm.

"If the gentleman wants to find someone, he can give me orders." Fang Mengwei smiled suddenly, he laughed, he was very good-looking, as good-looking as Ah Cheng.

"I once had a lover," Ming Lou said softly, as if sighing. He leaned back in the back seat with half-squinted eyes, but he could just see Fang Mengwei's side face. Later, for several days, he wondered if the green tendons that flashed on the back of Fang Mengwei's hand at that moment were his own delusions, "Later, he left me, and I couldn't find him." ”

"The information I got shows that Mr. has been single all along, which is really unexpected," Fang Mengwei's voice was as usual, "Sir, do you need me to help find him?" I can trust my friends at the military headquarters. ”

"No need," Ming Lou closed his eyes, "I can't find it, he's gone." ”

Fang Mengwei did not speak again.

A week later, they received a rescue mission, and Fang Mengwei was wounded. He was seriously injured and lost blood without pheromone disorder, so if you look at it this way, could he be ...... Mean?

In order not to arouse suspicion, Fang Mengwei worked as usual, the wound was inflamed, Fang Mengwei had a high fever that did not go away, and it was dangerous to drive back to the mansion at night.

"You don't want to go back tonight, you have medicine at home, ask for leave tomorrow and rest at home." Ming Lou's tone was unquestionable, and Fang Mengwei was powerless to refute.

After taking the medicine, Fang Mengwei went directly to the room on the first floor of Mingtai and slept with his head covered, and let Minglou knock on the door like a drum outside. When Minglou got up the next morning, Fang Mengwei had already eaten breakfast and started the car, as if he was not the one who had burned into a mess and almost drove the car to the street lamp the previous day.

The situation is becoming more and more tense, the new government is in turmoil, and Shanghai's economy is in chaos. The identity of Ming Lou is also becoming more and more sensitive, and the Japanese do not believe him, but they have to rely on him and the Ming family behind him to maintain economic stability. The military commander gave the death order to assassinate Zhu Binyi, Boss Dai wanted to cut off Mr. Wang's back road, and Minglou was the only one who had a chance to do it.

However, once Ming Lou moved, it was difficult for him to preserve. Ming Lou suspected that Boss Dai wanted to kill two birds with one stone, on the surface, Ming Lou was like a fish in water in the Restoration government, Shanghai fell, and the Ming family's business was not affected much, and in the long run, Ming Lou's power was afraid that it would be difficult to control.

All the plans of Ming Lou and Fang Mengwei were in the car. Fang Mengwei's car drove leisurely, Minglou closed his eyes and recuperated, and he couldn't see the slightest anxiety.

"The meaning of the family, you must not be exposed." Fang Mengwei said lightly, "So the assassination mission needs to be arranged separately." "The matter on the military commander's side, Ming Lou didn't deliberately look at Fang Mengwei from the beginning, "It's up to you whether you report to your family or not." Ming Lou said to Fang Mengwei.

Fang Mengwei smiled and didn't say anything. His eyes were clear, his smile was rusty and polite, and Ming Lou couldn't guess what he was thinking. The assassination plan does need to be carefully arranged, and there must be ironclad evidence to dismiss the suspicion of Qinglou.

"Next week, the Nanjing commissioner will hold a working meeting at the Mei Mansion." Ming Lou closed his eyes and said, "The special high class will also send people to participate." Fang Mengwei glanced at Ming Lou's face in the rearview mirror, waiting for him to continue.

After a long pause, Ming Lou said again, "The best witnesses are none other than the Japanese and Zhu Binyi himself." If I don't do it, you can only do it," Ming Lou opened his eyes, just in front of Meng Wei's gaze in the rearview mirror above, "Can I trust your marksmanship?" ”

Fang Mengwei opened his eyes, drove the car into the Ming family's mansion, and when the engine was turned off, he said, "You can." ”