The train driver in the courtyard

In a mysterious courtyard with strict security.

The door opened and Li Aiguo strode in.

In the innermost courtyard, more than a dozen guards were holding stone pillars and trying to strengthen themselves.

Under the shade of a tree, Lao Xu was holding an enamel jar and drinking wine slowly, looking relaxed.

"Apprentice, are you here?" Lao Xu glanced at Li Aiguo and spoke.

"coming"

"Very good. From today on, I will teach you Shaolin Luohan Fist."

Lao Xu put down the enamel pot, stood up and put on the posture of a mysterious master. He walked up to Li Aiguo and said mysteriously: "When I entered Shaolin Temple, the first thing I learned was boxing. Do you know why?"

"I don't know." Li Aiguo answered sincerely.

Lao Xu sensed the unique pride of a master from him and said in a deep voice, "Why? Because weapons are too expensive. Palm techniques and finger techniques are not as lethal as fists."

"Teacher is right!" Li Aiguo's face was full of admiration, providing full emotional value.

Lao Xu raised his head "proudly".

Chief of Staff Xiao's mouth twitched as he watched from the side. Wasn't the reason why the leader taught his apprentice boxing because the Shaolin Temple's stick techniques had not been delivered yet?
Although Lao Xu joined the team and was very positive in his thinking, he was very old-fashioned at heart.

In the evening, Li Aiguo was wearing a brand new gray cloth jacket, gray trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.

This set of training clothes is what Lao Xu specially provided for his closed disciples.

Lao Xu, wearing a white cloth jacket, performed a set of boxing techniques with a whirring sound, which attracted the applause of the guards nearby, and Li Aiguo also applauded.

I didn't expect that although Lao Xu is old, he still has not lost any of his kung fu skills. With those few moves just now, none of the young men could get close to Lao Xu.

At this time, Lao Xu had finished his work, and Li Aiguo quickly handed over the enamel pot.

Old Xu took it and looked at his apprentice with satisfaction: "You are just getting started today, so I will tell you why our Xu family's Kung Fu is so powerful and so good at fighting."

"Many people are practicing Shaolin Luohan Fist, but why is it that only I, Old Xu, can use it with the greatest power?"

Li Aiguo immediately showed an expression of listening attentively.

Lao Xu walked around for a while, went back to sit in the armchair, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

The guards nearby also came over and showed interest.

The leader seldom teaches these skills on weekdays, but he does not have any prejudice and allows the soldiers to learn. How much they can learn depends on their aptitude.

Lao Xu cleared his throat, coughed a few times, and said, "The tea is cold. Go and change it to hot water for me."

A guard wanted to come forward, but was stopped by Chief of Staff Xiao with a look. It was obvious that the leader was training his apprentice, so why are you meddling in this?
"I'll go." Li Aiguo was also very conscientious. He picked up the enamel pot and went into the house. He picked up the thermos and poured a large-leaf tea into the enamel pot and brought it back.

"Yes, Not Bad."

"Okay, let me talk about this in detail."

Lao Xu slowly picked up the enamel pot and took a sip of water: "Okay, now, let's continue. Where were we just now?"

"Let's talk about the difference between our Xu family's kung fu and other families." Li Aiguo quickly continued.

"Yes, that's right, it's here." Lao Xu imitated his master's style so well that Li Aiguo became a little anxious.

He took a long breath and let it out slowly.

"To understand this problem, we should use ** theory to see the essence of the problem. The purpose of practicing martial arts is to be able to beat others, right?"

Well, the chief's theoretical foundation is really profound.

"Yes, yes," Li Aiguo nodded.

In later generations, domestic Kung Fu continued to weaken because it could not keep up with the times, and was even surpassed by a group of people practicing Sanda. This is the reason.

"The purpose of martial arts training is to be able to beat others, so kung fu is to use various methods to defeat others and kill them."

Lao Xu concluded: "When practicing martial arts, don't worry about the moves. As long as you can knock down the opponent faster, it's good kung fu."

"Master, is this true that no move is better than a move?"

"No moves are better than moves. Cough cough. Good disciple, you said what the master wanted to say."

Lao Xu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "The principle is very simple, but how to achieve the goal of winning without any moves requires hard study and practice."

Lao Xu changed the subject and said, "It's not enough to just practice. You also have to hone your strength, make yourself stronger, faster, more accurate, and more resilient. This also requires practice."

"Master, this is a brilliant idea. Only a martial arts master like you can come up with such insights." Li Aiguo praised quickly.

"Master of martial arts, you are really good at naming." Old Xu's eyes lit up, this name is really good.

"That's because you are so skilled, Master."

Beside them, looking at the two masters and apprentices, Staff Officer Xiao's mouth twitched again.

He has been working with Li Aiguo for so long, but this is the first time he feels that this guy is so cunning.

This person is not a train driver at all. If he were before liberation, he would definitely be a traitor who deserves to be beheaded.

But thieves can eat meat.

Li Aiguo practiced boxing with Lao Xu for several hours, and soon he felt sore all over and felt weak.

Lao Xu waved his hand and asked the canteen to send half a bowl of meat. The meat was all fat and smelled delicious.

"Xiao Xiao, remember this: from today on, you must provide Aiguo with a bowl of meat every day, and the cost will be deducted from my salary."

"Yes." For the first time in his life, Staff Officer Xiao hated himself for being so upright.

Here, there are boxing practices, wine to drink and meat to eat. From that day on, Li Aiguo followed Lao Xu to study hard every day and lived a happy life.

During the martial arts training, Li Aiguo did not take the initiative to mention the matters of Factory 219, and Lao Xu did not ask about it. The two were like a happy pair of master and apprentice.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

The maintenance manual and training manual for the trench excavator had been almost completed. Li Aiguo returned to Factory 219 after receiving a call from Zhou Ke.

Liu Hong, the seventh company commander and a group of technicians had already been waiting at the testing site.

"Consultant Li, please take a look. This is our revised maintenance manual."

Li Aiguo took it and flipped through it. This time the manual was much more complete and was about five or six hundred pages thick.

In addition to maintenance procedures, the manual also contains simple repair methods.

Seeing that some of the content involved the internal parts of the trench excavator, Li Aiguo asked: "Chief Liu, where do you usually keep this manual?"

Section Chief Liu was tricked by Li Aiguo last time, so he was already on guard and quickly replied, "In the confidentiality box of our technical department."

"A safe?"

"That thing has a five-centimeter steel plate and two locks. The key is hanging on my belt. It's very safe." Section Chief Liu patted his chest.

As the leader of a military factory's technical department, it was impossible for him to make such low-level mistakes. Li Aiguo did not ask any more questions and handed the manual back.

"Most of the content is fine, but some of it is not practical. Please revise it."

"Don't worry, I have already arranged the staff."

When Section Chief Liu heard this, he finally felt relieved.

Finished the work at the testing ground.

Li Aiguo originally planned to go back to eat meat and drink some wine. As soon as he reached the entrance of the testing site, he saw a middle-aged man in a gray Zhongshan suit, holding a cigarette, leaning against the wall, smiling at him.

Behind him stood several comrades in grey Zhongshan suits.

The security officers of Factory 219 were all terrified when they saw these people.

"Old cat!"

Li Aiguo's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

"Why did the teacher send you here?"

"You caused such a big trouble. If I hadn't come, you would have fallen into the ditch."

Lao Mao came forward and shook hands with Li Aiguo firmly.

When saying this, the old cat's heart was filled with excitement.

Comrades at meteorological stations all over the world are one family. The work of Jinling Meteorological Station has been delayed, and as an old meteorologist, he feels very frustrated.

It would be best if we could take this opportunity to get the Jinling Meteorological Station up and running.

So when the operation was about to be concluded, Lao Mao received a notice from the farmer and immediately handed over the work to others. He returned to the capital to retrieve the information and rushed over on a transport plane.

"Aiguo, let me introduce you. This is Xing Zhi, the stationmaster of Jinling Meteorological Station." Lao Mao turned around and pointed at a thin middle-aged comrade and introduced him.

The middle-aged man kept coughing, his face was a little pale, and he looked unwell.

After Li Aiguo greeted Xing Zhi, he asked with concern, "Stationmaster Xing, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's an old problem." Like many old comrades, Xing Zhi was cautious in his words and actions and did not say a single unnecessary word.

It was Lao Mao who took the initiative to introduce: "Lao Xing worked in the Jinling Work Department. When the army entered the city, in order to completely control the military telephone station and provide accurate information to the comrades crossing the river, Lao Xing took a few comrades from the Police Transport Committee and prepared to subvert a staff officer in charge of confidential information in the enemy's highest command.

Who knew that the other side was determined to fight to the end, and a fight broke out, and Lao Xing's lung was pierced, and he has been suffering from this disease ever since."

When talking about this matter, both Lao Mao and Lao Xing looked a little proud.

The reason is simple. The Battle of Nanjing is a textbook case for the Meteorological Bureau.

Before the army entered the city, comrades at the weather station sent information about the enemy's river defense forces via the radio.

The "Police Transport Committee" had already placed its own comrades in each police station.

These comrades completely controlled the police stations in nine areas, including Hanzhong Gate, Dashengguan, Shuixi Gate, etc., and also controlled the enemy's radio stations, water plants, West Gate Bridge and other agencies and facilities.

Li Aiguo also saw in a confidential document that these comrades even controlled the five patrol boats of the Water Police Department.

Under such circumstances, the 35th Army crossed the river and entered the city of Jinling smoothly.

"Hello, Stationmaster Xing!" After realizing Xing Zhi's identity, Li Aiguo saluted him solemnly.

Xing Zhi quickly returned the greeting: "Comrade driver, you're welcome."

Section Chief He also saw Lao Mao at this time. Although he was not sure of this person's identity, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Xing Zhi standing behind Lao Mao.

As the head of the security department of Factory 219, Chief He had a lot of dealings with Xing Zhi. "Hello, leader." Chief He waited for the others to finish chatting before coming over and saluted them.

"Are you Section Chief He? The guy who is trying to cover up the truth?" Lao Mao looked Lao He up and down.

Lao He was startled by the cold gaze and wanted to explain but didn't know how.

Li Aiguo stepped forward to help him out: "Team Leader Mao, Section Chief He was also deceived. After realizing the seriousness of the problem, he quickly took remedial measures."

Lao He looked at Li Aiguo with gratitude and assured him, "Leader, please rest assured that our security department will fully cooperate."

"Okay." The old cat nodded reluctantly.

The intention of Lao Mao's statement is very clear - if the task is completed, then the past will be forgiven.

If something goes wrong, expect to be punished later.

Lao He also understood this, and said while wiping his sweat, "How about we go to the office and talk."

"Let's have a short meeting." Li Aiguo glanced at the file bag in Lao Mao's hand and nodded.

Afterwards, several people entered the office of the head of the security department.

As soon as the door was closed, Lao Mao handed over the file bag that he had prepared long ago.

"Aiguo, after learning about the incident here, I immediately contacted my comrades in the Northeast and transferred all of Meng Binhong's information, including his information in the Northeast factory, as well as his elementary school, middle school, and university."

"He was the only one transferred?"

"No, this time the data was retrieved under the pretext of the ministry, under the pretext of incomplete files, and the data of dozens of technicians were retrieved at the same time."

As an old comrade, Lao Mao naturally would not make the same low-level mistake as Lao He.

"I have checked it out. It seems that this person has no serious problems."

Faced with Lao Mao's question, Li Aiguo did not answer for the time being, but opened the file bags.

Li Aiguo first opened the resume information provided by the Northeast factory. The file above was similar to the one provided by Section Chief He before, but it was more comprehensive.

In addition to work performance, it was also mentioned that the factory had offered to help Meng Binhong solve personal problems several times, but he refused with various excuses.

Although the files did not record that Meng Binhong had any unusual hobbies, they did implicitly point out that this person had a strange personality and was likely to bring about adverse influences.

This is also the main reason why Meng Binhong was rejected when he repeatedly proposed to join the organization.

"Could this guy really like men?" Zhou Ke got goose bumps all over his body when he thought about his close contact with Meng Binhong.

Li Aiguo ignored him and picked up Meng Binhong's student materials.

Due to the special situation in Northeast China at that time, the information is incomplete.

It is only mentioned that Meng Binhong moved to Jichun with his father when he was five years old and attended Jichun Erdaoqiao Railway Primary School.

"Railway Primary School? Five years old?"

Li Aiguo flipped through Meng Binhong's previous information again, lit a cigarette, and kept his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong, Consultant Li, have you noticed anything unusual?" Section Chief He couldn't help but asked.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Li Aiguo tapped the information: "Meng Binhong is 1937 years old this year. When he was five years old, it should have been . You should all know what happened in Jinling that year."

Hearing this, the faces of the people in the room changed.

Under the circumstances in 1937, those things had just happened in Nanjing.

Taking a five-year-old child to Jichun is not something that most people can do.

Zhou Ke looked around at the group of big men and spoke cautiously:
"Maybe Meng Binhong's father was very rich. It is said that many wealthy people at that time were well-informed and fled in advance."

"No!" Old Cat pointed at the file: "According to Meng Binhong's own account, his father Meng Bi was an employee of a trading company called Sitong in Jichun. After arriving in Jichun, he died of illness a few years later. Meng Binhong completed his studies with his father's inheritance."

"Comrades in the Northeast investigated that trading company, but unfortunately it was reduced to ashes in the war. It has been a long time, and the locals don't know the situation of Sitong Trading."

"I only know that this is an ordinary trading company, the business volume is not large, and the employees' salaries are not high."

Zhou Ke asked, "What about Meng Binhong's situation in Jinling? Isn't his ancestral home still there? His neighbors should know about the Meng family's situation."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became solemn.

"What's wrong? Are all the neighbors gone? This shouldn't be the case..." Zhou Ke just opened his mouth and immediately realized something, swallowing the rest of his words back.

He felt he had made a serious mistake.

Xing Zhi said calmly: "When those beasts did what they did, they had no shame. Why can't we mention it? Not only should we mention it, but we should also keep it firmly in mind."

Although his expression was calm, Xing Zhi didn't bother to cough. He lit a cigarette, took two deep puffs, and then suppressed his excitement.

Amid curls of smoke and the flickering light of white paper, he gave a brief account of the situation.

"We have investigated the Meng family's old house. The neighbors around it all moved there 37 years ago, and no one knows the situation of his house."

"The Meng family's house was too dilapidated, so no one lived there. Later, when Meng Binhong returned to Jinling, he took the house deed to the street office."

"The comrades from the subdistrict office saw that no one was occupying the house, so they returned it to him."

Most of the people from that time are no longer around, so it's impossible to get any clues from the old house, and the lines to the trading company are also cut off. The entire investigation seems to have come to a standstill.

At this time, Li Aiguo was still flipping through the files and suddenly pointed to the records on it.

“Before liberation, there were only a dozen primary schools in Jichun City, and ordinary people had no way to go to school.

Although the Jichun Erdaoqiao Railway Primary School has the word "railway" in its name, it is actually for the children of senior Japanese engineers and officials.

At that time, the Changda Railway was called the South Manchuria Railway and was managed by the South Manchuria Railway Company.

The company was headquartered in Tokyo and also managed the rights to the Anfeng Railway (Andong to Fengtian), Fushun Railway (Fengtian to Fushun), and Niuzhuang Railway (Dashiqiao to Yingkou).

In order to manage the railways, the South Manchuria Railway Company transferred a large number of engineers and technicians from the mainland.

As a train driver, Li Aiguo has often heard veteran drivers talk about what happened back then.

For the South Manchuria Railway Company, only those who lived a poor life were railway workers. They were just a group of coolies and had no right to send their children to school.

Lao Mao and Section Chief Liu really didn't understand the inside story. After hearing what Li Aiguo said, they all had different expressions.

Lao Maoxin frowned: "The brush Meng Binhong used is from Xiao Rizi. Could it be that his father is related to Xiao Rizi?"

Everyone realizes the seriousness of the problem.

It has been eleven years since Xiao Ri left Jinling. After several cleanups, those beasts should have been completely eliminated, but how come there are still some left?
What kind of big action have those beasts been preparing for while staying in Jinling for so many years?

Because there was too little information, Li Aiguo had no way of being sure.

"It's hard to say for now. So, Team Leader Mao, Station Chief Xing, you continue to investigate the situation, and Chief Liu, you have to keep a close eye on Meng Binhong."

Several people nodded.

At this time, Section Chief Liu raised another question: "Advisor Li, if Meng Binhong doesn't take action, should we just keep waiting?"

"If you want to be a hunter, you have to be patient." Li Aiguo smiled: "But you can rest assured, if there is really an organization behind Meng Binhong, even if he doesn't take action, we can force him to take action."

Hearing this, Lao Mao and Xing Zhi both nodded in agreement. The weather station had plenty of ways to deal with such people.

Although Zhou Ke and Section Chief Liu didn't understand, they didn't say much.

The work was arranged immediately, and an invisible net was quickly set up in Jinling City and Factory 219.

With the support of the weather station, the work progressed quickly.

In the evening, Li Aiguo was planning to go back to the guesthouse to change into clean clothes and take a shower when Zhou Ke pushed open the door and walked in.

"There's news from Team Leader Cat."

Since the old cat was a stranger here, in order to avoid arousing Meng Binhong's vigilance, it was inconvenient for him to enter and leave Factory 219.

At Li Aiguo's suggestion, Zhou Ke became Laomao's full-time correspondent.

Zhou Ke had always wanted to work at a weather station. When he learned that Lao Mao was a team leader, he felt particularly excited about being able to serve as a communicator.

After he closed the door, he took out two documents from his arms.

"This is the phone record of the supply and marketing cooperative closest to Meng Binhong's home. According to your suggestion, we sorted the phone records into two copies."

"One was before Meng Binhong moved back in, and the other was after."

"Why is there only so little?" Li Aiguo took the phone records, which were only a dozen pages.

"Meng Binhong lives in Donkey Lane outside Yifeng Gate in Xiaguan. Before liberation, people who lived here were small business owners. Now most of them are temporary workers and people riding flatbed bikes. Few people use telephones."

Li Aiguo looked at the two call records. The content of the calls was very short and the call recipients were very complicated. Most of the calls were to other places.

Come to think of it, phone bills are expensive these days and most people really can't afford to use a phone. They only indulge in this luxury when they have urgent matters and want to contact distant friends and relatives.

"Hmm? Jinling University Xishan Campus?" Li Aiguo had seen this name appear several times.

"Before Meng Binhong came back, this number had never appeared. Since he came back, this number has appeared every half a month."

Zhou Ke did his work very carefully. He not only looked up the phone number to which the call belonged in advance, but also circled the suspicious phone numbers.

"Please notify the comrades at the weather station to check and find the duty log of the unit to which the call belongs, and then find out who made the call."

"I checked, but found nothing." Zhou Ke looked depressed.

"What are you talking about? How come we can't find it?" Li Aiguo asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"This phone belongs to the English Literature Department of Jinling Xishan Campus. There is no full-time on-call person. Whoever answers the phone will go and call the person they are looking for." Zhou Ke explained: "In order not to alert the target, we only understand the situation from the outside and did not talk to those professors and lecturers."

"Since this call has been made so many times and will definitely be made again in the future, please notify the Logistics Department of Jinling Xishan Campus and ask them to establish a duty system in order to prevent wasted calls and require that all incoming and outgoing calls must be registered."

"This is a good idea."

Zhou Ke took out a pen and wrote it down.

"Also, we need to intensify the tracking of Meng Binhong. Ask Team Leader Cat to bring the bird-listening device over."

When Zhou Ke heard this, he immediately became alert: "I will go back and tell Team Leader Cat right away."

Li Aiguo said to Zhou Ke again: "That's how it is. We are in the dark now, so we must keep calm. You should take a rest and don't be too aggressive."

"Got it." Zhou Ke realized his own gaffe, quickly suppressed the excitement on his face, turned around and prepared to go out.

A voice came from outside: "Advisor Li, are you in the room? I'm coming."

(End of this chapter)