Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Protect Yourself

In the courtyard of Cui Zhongshi's house in Dongzhong Hutong. In the scorching afternoon sun, under the shade of locust trees, the heat is still unbearable. The mouth-patterned suitcase that Cui Zhongshi often carried, the two large suitcases that Ye Biyu brought as a dowry from her natal family, and a large wooden box were placed under the tree. All the belongings that a family of four could move away were also here. Brother Boqin and younger sister Pingyang both put on decent clean clothes. They were so happy that they clapped each other under the shade of the trees regardless of their sweating profusely. They spoke the Shanghai dialect taught by their mother and recited nursery rhymes. :

Cui Zhongshi put on the suit he was wearing when he went out again, and Fang Mengwei was wearing a short-sleeved police uniform. They both seemed to deliberately ignore each other's sweaty faces and only looked at the two children. Cui Zhongshi was obviously in a hurry, he opened the cuff of his left hand to look at his watch. Fang Mengwei's eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized the Omega watch, and couldn't help looking at Cui Zhongshi. Cui Zhongshi turned to look at the north room, and shouted: "Deputy Director Fang is still waiting! Don't look for it anymore. If you look for something important, you won't be able to take it away!"

Immediately, Ye Biyu's voice came from the north room: "Got it! I have nothing when I go back to Shanghai, so how can I live!" Only then did Fang Mengwei answer: "There is still time for the 5:30 train." Just one sentence revealed Fang Mengwei's reluctance. Cui Zhongshi stopped urging and turned to look at Fang Mengwei. Relatively partial and speechless, only staring eyes. Ye Biyu was already sweating profusely after tidying up in the north room. On the piece of cloth spread out on the table were a clock, a porcelain teapot, several porcelain cups, and other large and small household items.

Except for the table and chairs, there are only four walls left in the north room.Ye Biyu was still scanning, her eyes lit up, and she walked towards the wall again. There is still half a calendar hanging on the wall, and the words printed on the calendar catch one's eyes: Hastily took off the half of the calendar, blew the dust on it, turned around and put it on the cloth, and then started packing. Boqin and Pingyang were still clapping their hands: Cui Zhongshi finally asked in a low voice: "Did Director Xu or the president ask you to see me off?" Fang Mengwei: "I promise you, as long as you leave my elder brother, I will try my best to keep your family safe."

Cui Zhongshi sighed: "I'm leaving, believe it or not, I have to tell you. I am not a Communist Party, and your eldest brother is not a Communist Party. I don't need anyone to protect me." Fang Mengwei looked deeply into Cui Zhongshi's eyes, noncommittal. "Okay, okay! You can go!" Ye Biyu came out sweating profusely carrying the bag. Fang Mengwei smiled at Ye Biyu, striding over to take the burden for her. Ye Biyu: "I can't..." Fang Mengwei insisted on taking the burden, then quietly stuffed a stack of US dollars into her hand, and said in a low voice: "Private money, don't let Deputy Director Cui know."

Ye Biyu clutched the roll of money tightly, still not recovering. Fang Mengwei turned around with his luggage in his hands, and shouted outside the gate: "Carry the luggage for Deputy Director Cui!" Several policemen immediately walked into the courtyard gate. Boqin and Pingyang shouted happily: "Let's go! Let's go!" The conference room outside Xu Tieying's office of the Beiping Police Department. Ma Hanshan walked in with sweat profusely and a bewildered face, holding a scroll for calligraphy and painting in his hand. Secretary Sun was already waiting for him outside Xu Tieying's office.

Ma Hanshan walked over, squeezed out a smile and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, you lost your temper on the phone?" Secretary Sun lost his usual smile today, and looked directly at the shaft in Ma Hanshan's hand: "Deputy Director Ma, please let me see what's inside." Ma Hanshan still smiled reluctantly: "A painting, I have agreed on it a long time ago, please appreciate it, Director Xu..." Secretary Sun had already taken the scroll, unscrewed the cover on it, poured out half of the scroll of painting inside and pinched it lightly to make sure there was nothing else, then poured the painting back and closed the cover, but did not return it. Ma Hanshan put it on the conference table, and said, "I'm sorry, please raise your hand, Deputy Director Ma."

Ma Hanshan was startled: "What are you doing?" Secretary Sun: "If you have a gun, please stay here." "Gun? What am I doing with a gun here?" Ma Hanshan suddenly understood when he said this, "You want to search me?" Secretary Sun: "I'm following orders, please don't embarrass me, Deputy Director Ma." Ma Hanshan came forward in one breath: "He is the chief of police, and I am the chief of civil affairs. Whoever sets the rules, I will search him even if I see him!" Secretary Sun: "Deputy Director Ma made a mistake. Now our director is representing the investigation team of the Nanjing Ministry of National Defense to interrogate the people involved in the Beiping Food Allocation Committee. Please cooperate."

"Okay! I cooperate." Ma Hanshan untied the Chinese tunic suit and threw it on the conference table, revealing the white shirt tied in the belt. Staring at Secretary Sun, "Do you want me to take off my pants too?" "You can go in now." Secretary Sun's cold face still blocked him, "By the way, I would like to remind Deputy Director Ma that we work in the Central Party Committee, and even Director Ye and Minister Chen have never called us Lao Tzu. Please pay attention in the future." "Okay, okay, I'm a grandson in front of you, is that okay?" Ma Hanshan held his breath, stopped wearing his coat, picked up the clothes with one hand, and picked up the shaft with the other.Then Secretary Sun moved away and let him walk into Xu Tieying's office.

Ma Hanshan walked in angrily, but he turned around the screen and stopped again. With his back turned to him, Xu Tieying was on the phone: "Okay, okay. I'll hurry up and check the account in Hong Kong as soon as possible... Don't worry, action is being taken..." Obviously the other party put the phone on hold, so Xu Tieying put down the phone and turned around slowly. "Brother Tieying." Seeing Xu Tieying's uncertain face, Ma Hanshan became suspicious again, "Did Zeng Da and the others notice something and put pressure on you?" "He Zeng Keda represents the Ministry of National Defense, and I represent the Central Party Headquarters." Xu Tieying looked at the majesty of the party. "He can investigate the case, and I can also investigate the case. Do I have to go through Zeng Keda?"

Ma Hanshan glanced at the phone on Xu Tieying's desk, and realized that the call just now was not from Zeng Keda, but related to the Central Party Headquarters.Could it be that Xu Tieying and the "Central Party Headquarters" behind him were offended at some point?With a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter? Show me your height." Xu Tieying stared at him steadfastly, examining this Jianghu face, wondering whether he knew about that matter, and softened his tone: "Do you want me to reveal the truth about what you have done without telling me?" Ma Hanshan rolled his eyes up, thinking: "We..." Then he looked at Xu Tieying: "Which one of us, what did you do without telling you? Ancestor, can you just reveal your name?" Xu Tieying: "Then I'll reveal your name, Hou Juntang!" "Hou Juntang was shot!" Ma Hanshan blurted out this sentence, and immediately understood, "You mean Hou Juntang's 20% stake in the Air Force?" Xu Tieying stopped talking and just looked at him. Ma Hanshan: "Didn't the 20% shares be transferred to the account in Hong Kong yesterday?" Xu Tieying: "Which account?" Ma Hanshan: "Your...that transfer account." "My transfer account?" Xu Tieying finally took out a note from his pocket and put it on the table. "You see clearly, which company's account in Hong Kong is this?" Ma Hanshan quickly picked up the note, looked carefully at the account number on it, searched for the memory in his mind, and said firmly: "We don't have an account number for this company in Hong Kong!" Xu Tieying: "Who are you referring to? Cui Zhongshi, or Yangzi Company?" "These bastards!" Ma Hanshan seemed to realize suddenly, "It's a monkey if you catch it, but it's a seedling if you let it go. This account must be the one they newly opened for Cui Zhongshi. I'll call and ask." Xu Tieying was very cooperative this time, and immediately pushed the phone in front of him. Ma Hanshan picked up the microphone, stood there again in a daze, and asked Xu Tieying, "Ask the Beiping Branch or the Yangtse Branch?" Xu Tieying: "Did Fang Buting participate in the money transfer?" Ma Hanshan: "If he wants to participate, he won't let Cui Zhongshi do it..." Xu Tieying: "Then you still ask me?" Ma Hanshan: "Okay, I'll call the man surnamed Kong." This phone is a special plane with a crank handle, and there is really no need for Ma Hanshan to shake the handle so fast. The sound of the record player in the kitchen on the first floor of Fang Mansion Mansion means that the hostess is cooking today. Zhou Xuan's singing is that song "The Moon is Full and the Flowers Are Good" again: There are two fans, one is blowing on Cheng Xiaoyun, who is making dough into dough by the bread oven, and the other is facing He Xiaoyu and Xie Mulan, who are sitting side by side on the couch. "Mulan." Cheng Xiaoyun looked back at the two with a smile, and said to Xie Mulan, "turn up the volume of the record player." Xie Mulan knew what Cheng Xiaoyun meant, but she glanced at He Xiaoyu, and pretended to say: "It's so noisy, why don't you turn it up?" Cheng Xiaoyun is so careful, he didn't want He Xiaoyu to be embarrassed at this time, so he smiled, turned his head and said: "Be sensible. Go, turn it up." "I know, it's for big brother." Xie Mulan stood up now, went to turn up the volume of the record player, but walked over to turn their fan to the maximum. Her skirt immediately floated up, enjoying the wind blowing through her thighs. He Xiaoyu quickly grabbed the skirt that was blown up: "Why are you opening it so wide?" Xie Mulan sat down next to her, and suddenly pulled her hand away: "Don't worry, he won't come in now!" He Xiaoyu's skirt was blown up immediately, revealing her slender legs. Xie Mulan's eyes were full of evil, but He Xiaoyu could see the pure and pitiful heart.She really wanted to get along with Fang Mengao, but even so, Liang Jinglun would not accept her. He Xiaoyu: "Fine, don't pull me." "Are you not afraid of him coming in?" Xie Mulan stared at her and asked. He Xiaoyu: "Just come in, what are you afraid of?" Xie Mulan slowly let go of her hand, looking at her with doubts, walked over and turned the fan to the middle gear, and when she came back and sat next to He Xiaoyu, she was a little dazed. The breeze blew the skirts of the two girls like the leaves in the "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" by Mr. Zhu Ziqing. There was no wind in the bamboo forest in the backyard of the Fang Mansion, but the singing still passed through the bamboo forest and came from the direction of the western-style building: Fang Mengao heard it. Fang Buting also heard it. Standing beside the path in the bamboo forest, Fang Buting was inexplicably nervous, subconsciously feeling Fang Mengao who was standing on the other side from the corner of his eyes. Fang Mengao's back was taller than the bamboo beside him, and the bamboo didn't move at all, so neither did he. Fang Buting immediately felt a little lost again, and his tone was very flat: "Cui Zhongshi has been transferred, and you can represent the investigation team of the Ministry of National Defense to check the accounts of the Beiping branch." Fang Mengao's body was still like the bamboo beside him, motionless. Fang Buting turned sideways and looked at him. Fang Mengao has eyes behind his back, so he replied flatly: "I learned to fly airplanes, not economics. I don't understand your accounts of four lines, two bureaus, one warehouse, and one meeting." "Yes, why did they send some people who don't understand economics to check the Beiping branch?" Fang Buting looked up at the bamboo shoot, "I am the president, but the money is not mine, let alone Deputy Director Cui. Cui Zhongshi has always He is doing things for me, I can't let my subordinates take the blame for me. I told him to transfer all the accounts to your aunt, and your aunt will tell you how to look at it and how to check it. " Fang Buting's office on the second floor of Fangdi Mansion. On the floor, there were cardboard boxes containing account books, some of which had been opened, and some of which were still sealed. On the big desk, many account books were spread out, so the ceiling fan could not be turned on. Xie Peidong endured the sweat and quickly flipped through the account books one by one. Bamboo forest in the backyard of Fang Mansion. "Just for this, you transferred Deputy Director Cui away?" Fang Mengao finally asked his father directly.Cui Zhongshi has left himself with doubts and hesitation for so many days, maybe he can find some answers from here today. "Yes, and no." Fang Buting still maintained his reserved and consistent speaking style to his elder son.But soon he found that it was really inappropriate for him to speak like this at this time. "Could you please go and say hello?" Fang Mengao's reaction confirmed Fang Buting's feeling. Fang Buting: "How do you say hello?" Fang Mengao: "Tell them not to play this song again." Fang Buting was startled, and listened carefully, only to realize that the song "The Moon is Full and the Flowers Are Good" is still being played repeatedly in the kitchen window of the western-style building: As long as Fang Buting could remember, he had never been so embarrassed even in front of Mr. Song and Mr. Kong.Those legs are nailed to the stone path, neither stepping nor not stepping. The kitchen on the first floor of Fangdi Mansion. The record player is still spinning leisurely, and "Full Moon and Flowers" is about to sing to the end: Cheng Xiaoyun: "Mulan..." "I know, let's play this one again." Xie Mulan had already stood up and walked towards the record player, "Little Mom, aren't you afraid of being annoyed by others?" Cheng Xiaoyun turned his head. He Xiaoyu also answered: "I think so too." Cheng Xiaoyun thought for a while and said, "Then play it again..." "Closed." Fang Buting's voice suddenly came from outside the window. Cheng Xiaoyun looked back immediately, but saw Fang Buting standing a few steps away from the window, with a very rare expression on his face. "What's the matter..." Cheng Xiaoyun panicked. "Turn off the record player." Fang Buting had already turned around. Cheng Xiaoyun hurriedly turned to Xie Mulan. Xie Mulan had already turned off the record player, and was looking at He Xiaoyu, and He Xiaoyu was also looking at her. Bamboo forest in the backyard of Fang Mansion. When Fang Buting walked back to the bamboo forest, he stopped suddenly. Standing there, Fang Mengao was no longer from his back, and those eyes that hadn't looked at each other for more than ten years were now looking at him. These eyes are so strange at first glance, because they are already the eyes of an ace pilot who has flown over the hump countless times and experienced countless air battles. Looking closely, these eyes are so familiar again, because they are too similar to his deceased wife, revealing the thoughtfulness, warmth, and countless times of forgiveness that he was used to. Fang Mengao had already walked towards him, and his eyes were already looking at his chest a few steps away from him, obviously trying to relieve his tension. "I'm sorry, I should have said hello just now." Fang Mengao stopped in front of his father, "Sit down." There was a stone bench next to Fang Buting, and he sat down. When has Fang Buting been so obedient in front of others? There was another moment of silence, the son standing there looked like a father, and the father sitting there looked like an obedient child. "I'll ask you a few questions, and you can answer if you like, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Fang Mengao stood beside his father. Fang Buting: "On behalf of the investigation team of the Ministry of National Defense?" Fang Mengao: "On behalf of Fang Mengao." "Ask..." Fang Buting was completely convinced, his tone showing his old age. Fang Mengao: "Three years ago, Deputy Director Cui came to see me in Hangzhou. Was it your arrangement?" Fang Buting: "It's the arrangement of my family." Fang Mengao: "This family has always been decided by you alone. If you don't speak up, who else can arrange for him to come and see me?" Fang Buting: "That's my arrangement." Fang Mengao: "I want to know how you arranged it." Fang Buting was taken aback, then turned to look at the eldest son standing beside him: "What did Cui Zhongshi say to you?" Fang Mengao: "You didn't answer my question." Fang Buting: "I don't know what you are asking." Fang Mengao: "How did Deputy Director Cui know that my mother liked the song that was played just now?" Fang Buting: "Meng Wei should have told him." Fang Mengao: "Deputy Director Cui went to Nanjing to rescue me half a month ago. Meng Wei should not have that much ability, right?" Fang Buting: "Of course he doesn't have this ability." Fang Mengao: "It was all arranged by you?" Fang Buting: "Shouldn't I?" Fang Mengao: "Are you not afraid that I am the Communist Party?" Fang Buting was stunned by his question again.This is exactly his heart disease, and it is the heart disease he has already identified.But he didn't expect the elder son to ask directly. After thinking about it, he replied, "You can't be the Communist Party." Fang Mengao: "The Ministry of National Defense sued me for the crime of communism. How can you be sure that I am not the Communist Party?" Fang Buting: "I have asked people from the Central Party Committee to investigate." Fang Mengao: "What if they investigate and confirm that I am the Communist Party? Will you still arrange for Deputy Director Cui to go to the event to save me?" Fang Buting gritted his teeth and replied, "I will." Fang Mengao: "Why?" Fang Buting: "Because you are my son, because I owe you." Fang Mengao: "What if I'm not your son?" Fang Buting: "I don't understand what you mean." Fang Mengao: "For example, they arrested Deputy Director Cui, will you rescue him?" Fang Buting was really stunned. Fang Buting's office on the second floor of Fangdi Mansion. It was Xie Peidong who opened his eyes wide and was startled! An account number on the account book in front of him was gradually getting bigger and thicker, and a line of invisible words appeared from this account number - Hong Kong Great Wall Economic and Trade Co., Ltd.! Xie Peidong stood up abruptly, pondered sharply, and then walked quickly to the window by the backyard, looking at the bamboo forest. It was vaguely visible that Fang Buting was sitting on a stone bench deep in the bamboo forest, and Fang Mengao was standing beside him. Xie Peidong immediately walked to the door of the office, opened it slightly, and looked out. From the second floor to the first floor, the living room was empty. He immediately closed the door lightly, screwed the lock, and then quickly turned back to the desk, sat down and turned the chair around. The shutter on the wall behind the desk was opened, revealing the transceiver! Xie Peidong gently pulled the bottom plate, and the radio transmitter was pulled out.He immediately put on the earphones, tuned the channel of the transmitter, and quickly pressed the transmitter button! In the room of about 20 square meters in the Urban Industry Department of the North China Bureau of the Communist Party of China in Fuping, Hebei, the keys of several transceivers went up and down one after another. It was very quiet, except for the tick-tock of the radio. Those who occasionally enter and leave the room are in the uniform of the People's Liberation Army, and those who sit in front of the radio are also in the uniform of the People's Liberation Army. In front of a telegram machine, a telegram was immediately translated in Chinese characters. The telegrapher solemnly wrote the word "top secret" in the upper right corner of the telegram paper, then stood up, and looked at the people who were walking back and forth in the room. A uniformed person in charge. The person in charge hurried over. The receiver reported in a low voice: "The urgent telegram from Peking is sent directly to Minister Liu." The person in charge took the telegram and walked towards a curtain in the room. It was very simple, and Minister Liu was sitting in front of a square table. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he was still familiar with his figure bowing his head to review documents. It turned out to be the "Comrade Liu Yun" who had arranged work with Yan Chunming in the Yan University Library! The person in charge with the telegram walked to the desk lightly: "Comrade Liu Yun, an urgent telegram from Comrade No. 3 in Peking." Liu Yun raised his head suddenly, the surprise flashing in his eyes showed the importance of this telegram, he immediately took it, and the words on the telegram paper were clear at a glance: "This comrade." Liu Yun sighed, and immediately walked to the map by the wall. The finger quickly found the Pinghu Line of the railway from Beiping to Shanghai, swiped to "Tianjin" and stopped, then swiped to "Cangzhou" and stopped: "The train from Tianjin to Shanghai on Jinpu Line at 9:30 tonight Arrive at Cangzhou Station at one o'clock?" Obviously asking the person in charge, the person in charge walked over immediately: "It should be between 1:30 and 1:30 in the middle of the night." "Go and make arrangements immediately." Liu Yun turned around, "Can our comrades from the Cangzhou enemy industry department rescue an important comrade and three family members on this train, and escort them to the liberated area overnight? " The person in charge thought for a while and replied: "It should be no problem to get on the train. The escort to the liberated area has to pass through the enemy's defense area. We don't have enough manpower." Liu Yun thought for a moment: "Request the support of the North China Field Army." As he spoke, he walked quickly to the phone and began to shake rapidly. The other party was the switchboard: "This is the Urban Engineering Department of the North China Bureau. If I have important situations, I will directly ask Chief Huaye for instructions." When the call was empty, Liu Yun turned to the person in charge: "By the way, call Beiping No. 3 immediately." The person in charge will go to the table to get a pen and paper to prepare for the record. Liu Yun waved his hand to stop him: "Just eight words: protect yourself and don't call me again!" "Yes." The person in charge quickly turned around, opened the curtain and walked out. Fang Buting's office on the second floor of Fangdi Mansion. Xie Peidong, who was still wearing earphones, could only hear the ticking of the telegram, and the pencil in his right hand was rapidly recording the numbers. Without translation, the eight Chinese characters immediately appeared on the eight sets of numbers: Xie Peidong sighed softly, turned off the radio, took out the earphones, pushed them in, and closed the baffle.When he turned the seat again, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and he looked at the page of the account book and thought deeply.