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Chen Muzheng's expression turned serious, and he said righteously, "Mr. Du, please feel free to speak up; I will do my utmost to fulfill your request!"

His voice was filled with unwavering determination, as if he were ready to face any danger without batting an eye.

Du Hengtai picked up the teacup and took a sip with a smile.

I was not surprised at all by the change in attitude.

The Kuomintang reactionaries even lost the capital; it was clear to anyone with eyes that their cause was lost.

I'm afraid even Guangzhou won't be able to hold out for long.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent people to the island to prepare for the retreat.

Even high-ranking officials and nobles are rushing to the island, wanting to be the first to claim a good spot.

As for the mainland, it is impossible to defend it no matter what.

Those who could run were running; those who couldn't run could only leave it to fate.

However, none of us are fools, and we can't just sit and wait to die.

In the past two days, I've received so many invitations to dinner with Du Hengtai, this "princeling," through connections. The stack of invitations is thicker than a book.

They all hoped to use his connections to get the Crown Prince's approval to transfer them to the rear.

Unfortunately, Du Hengtai had absolutely no connection with the Crown Prince; it was just something they imagined to create a buzz.

In a few months, this lie will be exposed.

By then, Shanghai would have long since returned to the embrace of the people, and it would be these reactionaries who would have to slink away with their tails between their legs.

However, Du Hengtai declined all offers for safety reasons and to avoid revealing any flaws.

Such actions not only failed to anger those people, but instead made them feel that this was the source of the princelings' confidence!

If things are done too easily, people will suspect there might be something fishy going on.

Chen Muzheng, an unlucky guy who was pushed to the forefront and made a scapegoat, naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his fate.

I hesitated to help them a few times before, only doing so because of the benefits.

Now that the Kuomintang's power has waned, his resolve to join the cause of the revolution has been completely solidified.

The other party came to our door on their own initiative, so they must be trying to get someone out of trouble again.

Chen Muzheng was naturally happy to cooperate; the more underground party members and democrats he rescued, the greater his contribution.

When the People's Liberation Army enters the city, at least his wife and children will not be implicated, right?

When an opportunity to contribute is presented to you, you naturally won't refuse it.

Du Hengtai leaned forward slightly, his expression turning serious.

(P.S.: A reader raised this point, so the author took the risk and wrote it. But it was really dangerous, and there are some things that can't be mentioned, so the location of the detention has been changed. Just know who it is, and please don't comment.)

"At the end of December last year, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics arrested a telegraph operator."

At the time, he was communicating with the central government via radio.

Then it was locked onto by the monitoring vehicle and unfortunately fell into the hands of the secret service.

This person is being held in Tilanqiao Prison, so we would like to trouble Mr. Chen to rescue him.

His number here is 2052.

His voice was very low, yet it conveyed an unprecedented seriousness.

According to the information brought back by Comrade Lin Wan, this comrade will be killed at the beginning of next month.

So the higher-ups gave the order to rescue the person at all costs!

There might have been no way to deal with it before, but with the loss of Nanjing, the Kuomintang reactionaries lost all fighting spirit from top to bottom.

Especially people like Chen Muzheng, who have no choice but to stay in Shanghai and fend for themselves.

Things I wouldn't have dared to do before, I might not dare to do now!

That's why I made a special trip to ask him for help.

When Chen Muzheng heard about the rescue, his expression was indifferent.

Tilanqiao Detention Center holds many political prisoners; as long as you have money, you can find a way to get them out.

But when he heard the number 2052, his expression changed instantly.

He shook his head vigorously: "No, no, this person can't be saved!"

After thinking for a moment, he hurriedly offered an explanation.

"This person is a serious criminal. We have received word that he may be secretly executed in ten days."

He is now being held in solitary confinement, and is being secretly watched by agents of the Secret Service.

It's simply impossible to rescue him.

Although I am the warden, there are other people in the prison who hold me back.

Even if I wanted to, others would stop me.

Chen Muzheng's face was grave, and he was very uneasy.

They just said they would do their best, but now they've postponed it.

I couldn't help but worry that the other person might be angry and hold a grudge against me.

The situation is different now, and he doesn't want to offend the underground Communist Party.

He hurriedly whispered, "Although I can't save him, I can still use my position as warden to take care of him and make sure he suffers less during his imprisonment."

For now, minimizing the punishment 2052 suffers is the best he can do.

Du Hengtai frowned, his narrowed eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

After a moment, he slowly turned his head.

"This is a direct order from above; we must complete it no matter the cost!"

The tone was unquestionable, leaving no room for negotiation.

His tone softened immediately, and his expression became more gentle.

He said earnestly, "This is also an opportunity for Mr. Chen."

If we can rescue them, it will definitely be a significant achievement recorded in our Party's annals of merit.

After Shanghai is liberated, your rank will be promoted!

Didn't you previously ask for a personal promise from our superiors?

I promise that as long as you can help us rescue the person.

The head of the Shanghai intelligence station will meet with you.

You will grant all the promises you desire!

Her voice was soft, yet it seemed to possess a magical quality that made it impossible to refuse.

Although Chen Muzheng helped get people released, he always had reservations and wanted a personal promise from the highest-ranking leader of the underground party.

He only felt at ease when he was assured.

After all, he came from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and he would never feel at ease without certainty.

Now that he heard that as long as he saved people, the highest-ranking official of the Shanghai intelligence station could meet him and that he would personally guarantee it, he was immediately tempted.

Isn't this exactly what he's been hoping for?

Only by ensuring that Shanghai is liberated in the future will they not be arrested as Kuomintang reactionaries.

And the prospect of getting a position in the new government is even more appealing.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Things...aren't going to be easy."

This time, they didn't refuse; their attitude had clearly softened.

Everyone here is intelligent; they understand what's in his words.

Difficult to handle does not mean impossible to handle.

Du Hengtai's lips curled up, and a smile appeared on his face.

He placed the wooden box he was carrying on the coffee table in front of him.

Open the lid, and a piece of red cloth is revealed.

On the red cloth, five large, top-quality silver ear fungus were neatly arranged.

Immediately afterwards, Du Hengtai took out ten small, golden yellow croakers from a hidden compartment in the box.

He said with a smile, "These are all prepared for you to smooth things over."

How you use these things is entirely up to you.

Our goal is singular: to rescue them no matter what!

Chen Muzheng looked at the five tempting top-quality silver ear fungus, twenty pairs of stockings, and ten small yellow croakers in the box.

These things are all hard currency!

He gritted his teeth and nodded, saying, "I can help, but you also have to do one thing!"