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Chapter 4597 Asking for help

Looking at the telegram, Zhang Tianhao really didn't know what to do for a moment.

As for Lao Feng asking him to save Zhou Chuyi, it is not known whether Lao Qin knew that he was no longer in Peking and had already been transferred from Xinjing to Shanghai.

It is obviously unrealistic to ask him to save people now.

Zhang Tianhao's brows had already been wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character.

After all, this matter is full of weirdness. You have to know that the relationship between him and Zhou Chuyi is really hard to describe, and the most important thing is that the two have not been in contact for six or seven years.

Could it be that the things I did in Peking were discovered?

You have to know that no one else knew what he did in Peiping except them, especially the matter of Zhou Chuyi. Only he, Zhou Chuyi, and Lao Qin might have some doubts.

But why did I receive such a message?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there seemed to be some conspiracy hidden in it. After all, it had never happened before, but it came to him now, which was obviously a bit unreasonable.

Zhang Tianhao felt a little unwell.

Although he suspected it might be a conspiracy, he couldn't be sure it was true. After all, this was a public channel, and the message was sent in plain text. It was very likely that Lao Qin had really encountered a big problem and had to send such a message.

Even though he receives a large number of such plain text messages every day, this time they were sent from Peking, so he couldn't be sure.

"Ugh!"

He looked at the radio in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After all, he is in Peking now and doesn't have any confidants.

As for the dozens of agents he trained, some of them betrayed him. He doesn't dare to contact them easily now, and the casualties there are quite heavy.

If he contacted them now, he might get himself into a lot of trouble.

What's more, he didn't know how many of his confidants in Peking were worthy of his trust.

"Forget it, let's go find Lao Li. Maybe he'll have some information!"

Zhang Tianhao immediately replaced it with a more powerful radio and placed it directly in the factory. Then he picked it up and sent a telegram directly to Yan'an.

……

Yan'an.

Old Li was also stunned when he saw the telegram that Zhang Tianhao had just forwarded to him. After all, he knew that Zhang Tianhao had certain power in Peiping.

Moreover, they were mainly composed of former student parties, active around Peking.

"Why would this kid ask me for help instead of contacting his own people? This shouldn't happen, right?"

Suddenly, Lao Li seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After all, Zhang Tianhao had left Peiping for six or seven years and had almost no contact with Peiping. Especially since the situation in Peiping was changing so rapidly, it was normal that he didn't know the situation there.

In particular, several women's anti-Japanese teams had quite amazing performances.

It is said that they were all brought up by Zhang Tianhao himself, but now there are problems among these people, so the internal unity does not seem to be that great.

"Haha, this bastard, there's a time when he has no solution!"

As for Lao Qin's matter, he really needs to ask the people below and investigate the matter between Lao Qin and Zhou Chuyi.

After all, it shouldn't have been right for Lao Qin to ask him for help directly in plain text. After all, Lao Qin should have known that Zhang Tianhao was not in Peiping, so why did he send such a telegram?

That doesn't make sense, does it?

"Xiaoyu, notify the director of the telecommunications department to come over."

When Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately responded and turned to walk outside.

Soon, the director of the Telecommunications Department came in and Lao Li gave a few instructions.

……

In Shanghai, Zhang Tianhao was sitting there now, having put away the radio. After all, he came here only to receive such a message by accident, and did not do anything else, after all, the Japanese radio direction-finding vehicle was coming this way.

If it weren't for his good eyesight, he would have been surrounded by the Japanese in a short while.

But now his radio signal indicated that the radio direction-finding vehicle, which was less than two kilometers away from him, had stopped on the road, standing still like a headless fly.

"I didn't expect that these Japanese radio direction-finding vehicles would become more and more useful."

He also sighed, and continued to watch the Chinese medicine being decocted below.

If it weren't for the northeastern wind, the strong smell of Chinese medicine here might really attract the Japanese.

Looking at the fire still burning below, he let out a breath.

Maybe I can really stretch my body. I haven’t practiced boxing for a long time!

Thinking of this, he began to use the boxing skills from his previous life and slowly started fighting.

The movements were not very fast at first, but each move was accompanied by a whistling sound and was full of power.

Half an hour later, Zhang Tianhao's movements on the entire field were getting faster and faster. From the beginning, you could still see his moves, but now you could only see waves of people jumping and moving constantly.

When Zhang Tianhao started punching, gusts of wind were heard, and even the ground was rumbling from time to time.

Although it is not big, it is enough to show that Zhang Tianhao's boxing skills have reached a very high level.

However, Zhang Tianhao did not stop. On the contrary, his speed seemed to be constantly increasing.

Soon, there was only a black shadow on the field, and no human figure could be seen at all.

However, the noise in the air became more and more frequent, as if it could break the air wall at any time.

Although it was still pitch black all around, this was once a very prosperous factory, but now it was in such a dilapidated state.

The most important thing is that despite the sounds coming from here, no one passes by, as if this place has long been forgotten. Even if there are people, they are unwilling to walk here.

You know, this used to be the Sanyo factory, the factory of the Japanese Keihei Jiichiro.

It's better now.

Keihei Jiichiro killed a lot of people for some reasons, so naturally the Japanese hated him.

It is unknown how many people were killed here, and the factory has been abandoned since then.

As for those who want to buy this place but don’t even take a look at the situation at the Sanyo factory, wouldn’t that be making things difficult for the Japanese?

Zhang Tianhao was practicing martial arts here alone, so naturally no one would come to disturb him. Even the Japanese radio direction-finding vehicle would not come over.

Now the Japanese radio direction-finding vehicle has no signal as far as the street not far from the Sanyo factory in the west of Shanghai, so naturally it is unwilling to come over.

Before I knew it, more than two hours had passed.

Only then did Zhang Tianhao wake up from his boxing.

"It's been a long time since I had such a good boxing experience!"

Feeling the comfort brought to his whole body, a hint of excitement flashed across his face.

At the same time, he looked at the medicine being decocted on the side, walked over, poured some spring water into the bowl again, covered it with a lid, and started decocting it again.

At the same time, he added some Chinese medicinal ingredients. Just like that, he sat directly on a stone, crossed his legs and started practicing his skills.

Under his watchful eye, the Chinese medicine on the side was slowly being decocted.

When the night was almost over, Zhang Tianhao raised his head slightly, looked at the two pots of decocted Chinese medicine, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

In particular, he sniffed it slightly, and the comfortable feeling came directly from the smell of Chinese medicine.

He stood up immediately, and with a wave of his hand, he saw the charcoal was pushed aside, and Zhang Tianhao carried two buckets to the side.

(End of this chapter)