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at the same time.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the few street lights in Taiji Factory gave off a dim light, and I could barely see the road under my feet.

In the 30s, Peiping was already considered the leader in all streets. Even if there were street lights, but they still disliked them because they didn't light up, wouldn't this mean that they both wanted to win the city and miss Shu?How can people be so greedy?

In front of Tongwenyuan.

Mu Sang stood at the gate, looking anxiously at the entrance of the alley, looking quite impatient.

"Mu Sangjun, it's better to go back and wait! The head of the agency will have a meeting in Jinmen today, and he might not come back." Ji Qing, a young man in a black suit who looked decent, said.

Musang turned back and glanced at the young man unhappily, and said with disdain: "Ichiro Matsumoto, I arranged the agency director's trip to Jinmen. No one knows his whereabouts in the entire Matsui Agency better than me! Don't think that The director of the agency asked you to help process the text, but you are no different from before! No, not at all! You are still the third-level intelligence agent!"

Ichiro Matsumoto looked embarrassed, with a hint of sullenness between his brows, but in terms of qualifications and position, he could not compare with Musang, the general manager of the Matsui Agency, and could only say hello.

There was no movement at the entrance of the alley, but Mu Sang kept staring, fearing that he had missed something.

Ichiro Matsumoto stood there feeling a little embarrassed. He should continue to wait with Mu Sang. This atmosphere was really uncomfortable.

Turn back to the yard?To be honest, Ichiro Matsumoto really didn't dare.

Mu Sang has a warm face but a cold heart, a sweet talk but a sword in his belly, and he speaks the truth in the Matsui Agency.

In the eyes of the people below, Mu Sang is even more powerful than the agency chief, Taro Matsui!Offending Mu Sang might be more terrifying than offending Taro Matsui.

Mu Sang looked calm, as if nothing had happened.Ichiro Matsumoto looked a little uneasy. He raised his head and glanced at the street lights. He said in a hurry: "The street lights here are too dim! It's as if there aren't any!"

Musang shook his head, looked back at Ichiro Matsumoto with disdain, and said sarcastically: "Compared to your hometown of Kansai, it's a lot worse!"

Ichiro Matsumoto blushed immediately and glared at Mu Sang with an angry look on his face.

Ichiro Matsumoto comes from the countryside of Kansai, and his living conditions are completely different from those in Peking!

Looking at Mu Sang with a calm face, Ichiro Matsumoto clenched his fists hard.

This Mu Sang is so hateful. He actually exposes his shortcomings. Is he a piece of shit again?Said to be a samurai family, it actually declined 50 years ago!Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to the Matsui Agency in Peiping to live under someone else’s roof!
It’s really a joke at fifty steps and a hundred steps at a time!
Musang didn't feel anything was wrong at all, and didn't even look back at Ichiro Matsumoto.

In his opinion, for a direct descendant of his Musang warrior family to be able to stand with this civilian-born farmer is already a compliment to him!
at last.

A beam of light shone at the entrance of the alley, and then the slight roar of an engine was heard. A black car with a Japanese flag on the front slowly turned in from the entrance of the alley.

"The agency director is back!" Seeing the black car driving in, Matsumoto Ichiro finally shouted with relief.

"Some people's mouths are always faster than their eyes." Mu Sang said disdainfully, with an arrogant expression.

The black car slowly stopped in front of Tongwenyuan. Mu Sang stepped forward quickly, opened the door, held the top of the door with his right hand, and greeted respectfully: "Captain, please get out of the car!"

Taro Matsui is wearing a black suit and a purple tie around his neck.In response to Musang's respect, Matsui Taro just nodded slightly and got out of the car.

"Captain." Ichiro Matsumoto bowed almost ninety degrees, wishing his head could touch his knees.

"Matsumoto-kun, you are here too! I just have good news to tell you." For some reason, Matsui Taro had a very kind attitude toward Matsumoto Ichiro.

"What's the good news?" Ichiro Matsumoto asked quickly.

"I can't tell you now. You have to play a game of Go with me before I can tell you." Matsui Taro was obviously in a good mood.

"As long as the director is willing, I can play Go with you for a whole day!" Matsumoto Ichiro said again.

"Your father has given you a little sister! She was born last month. It is truly worthy of celebration. I would like to congratulate you first!" Taro Matsui looked at Ichiro Matsumoto and said with a smile, but the expression on his face was very interesting.

Ichiro Matsumoto's eyes widened, he was in a daze, and he spoke incoherently: "This... that... his old man..."

Hahaha!
Mu Sang, who was next to him, couldn't help but laughed loudly, "You have a little sister... your father is so powerful..."

"Mu Sang! You are too presumptuous!" Matsui Taro suddenly said harshly.

Mu Sang realized it immediately, bowed quickly and said, "I'm sorry, Chief, but I'm really happy for Matsumoto-kun! His father... is so mighty. He is indeed a role model for our generation and worth learning from!"

Taro Matsui's face became gentler and he walked slowly towards the courtyard. Mu Sang approached Ichiro Matsumoto, lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Matsumoto-kun, I don't know what name your father will give your little sister, Matsumoto One…it’s really exciting!”

After saying that, Mu Sang walked towards Matsui Taro with a chuckle and walked side by side with him.

"Baga!" Matsumoto Ichiro cursed fiercely at Mu Sang's back.

Main hall.

Matsui Taro changed into his kimono and sat comfortably behind the desk. The woman in the kimono respectfully served him tea and knelt down in the corner of the room without saying a word.

Although Mu Sang was worried, she didn't show anything on her face.

Through the light, you can clearly see the figure kneeling outside the door. It is Ichiro Matsumoto who is waiting outside.

"Why are you urging me to come back so urgently? Originally, Section Chief Oshima and I were planning to go to the Purple Bamboo Forest to watch a Tokyo Kabuki performance." Matsui Taro took a sip of tea and said.

"'Dark Owl' sent someone over this morning and sent a secret message." Mu Sang said quickly.

"'Dark Owl'? Secret message? No!" Matsui Taro shook his head slowly, with a suspicious and cunning expression on his face.

"Yes! According to the formal procedures, the 'Dark Owl' should first notify the Manchurian Railway Investigation Department, and then the Manchurian Railway Investigation Department will notify us." Mu Sangji said.

"What do you think about this matter?" Matsui Taro's expression returned to normal after a moment and asked.

"Could it be that 'Dark Owl' directly reported the information to us in order to save time? After all, time is running out." Musang whispered.

"Maybe..." Matsui Taro didn't know if it was possible, and then asked: "Did the messenger follow him?"

"No." Mu Sang said.

Matsui Taro did not expect Mu Sang to answer like this, and his hand reaching for the teacup stopped momentarily.

"Why don't you send someone to follow you! Didn't I teach you that all people and things that are uncertain must be truly understood! And tracking is the simplest and most effective method!" Matsui Taro shouted loudly, glaring at Mu Sang.

"Although the messenger looks very ordinary, judging from his standing and walking movements, he is probably a kung fu master! I was afraid of alerting the enemy, so I didn't follow him." Mu Sang said quickly.

"Kung Fu master?" Matsui Taro narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded slowly, and then asked: "Where is the secret letter?"

Mu Sang handed over a page of manuscript paper with both hands. Matsui Taro took it, read the text on it, and stared at Mu Sang sharply.

"To save time, I brought the translation." Mu Sang said quickly.

"Has the handwriting been checked?" Matsui Taro asked while reading the content.

"I checked, it's indeed the same person." "Is the handwriting messed up and down? Was it written under abnormal circumstances?"

"There is no such possibility." Mu Sang said firmly.

"I still trust Mu Sang-kun's eyesight." Matsui Taro finally raised his head, glanced at Mu Sang with approval, and then lowered his head to read the letter carefully.

"At nine o'clock in the evening on December 31, Courtyard No. 30, Iron Lion Alley, congratulates on the new year, and there are fireworks. We also urgently hope to send people to the camp to participate in the charity event. The number of people is suitable for [-] people. We will meet outside the camp at five o'clock in the afternoon."

Taro Matsui slowly finished reading the contents on the manuscript paper, with a happy smile on his face.

"After so many days of work, I finally waited for the day of harvest!" Matsui Taro said with a smile.

"It's so exciting!" Mu Sang also said happily.

"Are we all ready?" Matsui Taro asked, looking at Mu Sang.

"Get ready! Sun Sihai, two groups of green forest heroes outside the city, have already entered the city. The Japanese expatriates in the city have also armed nearly 700 people, plus the number gang members, this force is enough! Just wait for the gunfire As soon as the sound was heard, several groups of people were dispatched to wipe out the political affairs committee! Then the Japanese troops outside the city could enter the city on the pretext of protecting the overseas Chinese and take over Peking! Just like Fengtian six years ago! Peking will be ours by then! "Mu Sang said excitedly.

"Murder and arson, maybe another one... It's really exciting!" Matsui Taro said proudly with a sneer on his lips.

"But there is bad news..." Mu Sang whispered.

"Say!"

"Han Deming was arrested by the police station!" Mu Sang said hesitantly, looking at Taro Matsui uneasily.

"Han Deming?" Matsui Taro was stunned, obviously very unfamiliar with this name.

"Nicknamed 'Er Dezi', one of our peripheral operators, 'Mole' reported to Jufengxiang Silk and Satin Factory through him."

"It doesn't matter. He knows nothing about 'Mole', and he doesn't even know the code name! As long as these few days pass, all lurking personnel will be able to walk on the ground with swagger!" Matsui Taro obviously did not take it as a Something happened.

"Do you want Han Deming's second-class intelligence agent Kameda Zuozhu to evacuate?" Mu Sang asked again.

"Hahaha!" Matsui Taro burst into laughter, pointed at Musang and said, "What are you talking about? I don't believe that the Chinese people are so bold and dare to capture the samurai of our Empire of Japan!"

Mu Sang hesitated for a moment and could only say: "Hi!"

"Is there anything else?" Matsui Taro asked with a frown.

"No more." Mu Sang bowed and saluted.

"Then let Ichiro Matsumoto come in and play chess with me. I want to play midnight with him!" Taro Matsui said excitedly.

Looking at the figure of Ichiro Matsui sitting on his knees outside the door, Mu Sang reluctantly let out a cheer.

……

the next day.

Xiaoweiying Hutong courtyard.

The sun shone through the window and shone on Chen Yansheng's face. Chen Yansheng's eyelids trembled for a while, and finally he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Lu Donglai's old face leaning very close to him.

"Are you awake?" Lu Donglai greeted quickly with a flattering smile on his face.

"If you have nothing to do to show your courtesy, you are either raping or stealing!" Chen Yansheng muttered, yawned, stretched again, and then got up from the bed.

"It's so cold." Chen Yansheng was trembling, and he put on his clothes.

"The fire kang was all put out last night." Lu Donglai said with a sigh.

Chen Yansheng ignored him, looked at the month plate on the wall, and deliberately said leisurely: "It's another day, it's already the 29th! In two days, my mission will be completed! It's time to drink, play cards, listen to books, I'll enjoy it !”

Chen Yansheng jumped to the ground, washed his face quickly with the cold water in the basin, turned around and said: "Stay calmly in the room, I'll make some meals! When it comes to important things in life, eating is the first. One person!"

After Chen Yansheng finished speaking, he put on his coat and prepared to go out.

"King Sihuo..." Lu Donglai suddenly called from behind.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yansheng stopped opening the door and turned around to ask.

"It's been two days. I guess the limelight is almost over. Take me out to meet the leader." Lu Donglai said suddenly.

Chen Yansheng was startled, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's fine, wait until I go out to find out the news. If they really withdraw, I will take you out for a walk."

As soon as Chen Yansheng finished speaking, the door of Tan San's house was patted and banged loudly.

"Third brother! Third brother! Are you at home? There is something important!" A Jinmen accent came from outside the house.

Chen Yansheng looked alert and ducked to the window, leaning against the wall. He touched the back of his waist with his right hand, lightly hooked the two fingers of his left hand on the curtain, opened a crack, and looked out through the crack.

Lu Donglai was also startled when he heard the commotion outside. He stood next to Chen Yansheng, cocked his head and looked outside with wide eyes.

A middle-aged man with shabby clothes and a vulgar appearance was knocking on the door of Tan San's house.

As soon as the door rang, Tan San opened the door impatiently and said to the middle-aged man: "Cripple Ding! Why are you so crazy when you smashed the door so early in the morning!"

"I...I...are here to report an important situation!" The middle-aged man Ding Laizi said loudly with his face flushed.

"What important situation? What important situation can you have? You didn't use it as a nest for anyone today!" Tan San didn't take it seriously and said disdainfully.

"There is really an important situation! Someone came next door to our house in the middle of the night! Maybe the higher-ups want to arrest that person!" Ding Zizi said mysteriously.

"Next door to your house..."

"Hi! This is Widow Qin's family." Ding Zizi said quickly.

"Widow Qin's family came to their house in the middle of the night. How did you know? Why didn't I know?" Tan San asked with a frown.

"I can't sleep in the middle of the night, worrying about our courtyard and listening to what's going on." Ding Zizi said with a blush on his face.

"Hey! It's your fault. I can't sleep at night. I heard that I'm a widow. You have to change this problem, otherwise it will be bad for your health." Tan San joked with a smile.

"Don't be joking, tell the truth! I heard it. Widow Qin said, 'You still dare to come, I'm not afraid of catching you!' The man said, 'Even if I die, I have to see you! You little hooves...'" Having said this, Ding Zizi came closer to Tan San and said excitedly: "Tell me, is this the person wanted above?"

After hearing this, Tan San's expression also changed, and he leaned close to Ding Laizi's ear and whistled.

Lu Donglai raised his ears, but heard a few vague words like "go quickly", "intersection" and "call someone". Then he saw Ding Zizi nodded vigorously and ran outside.

Lu Donglai was covered in sweat and looked ugly. Chen Yansheng glanced at Lu Donglai as if he were joking, and said with a sneer: "You see, there is no relaxation at all outside! You'd better save it!" (End of Chapter)