Chapter 46 46. ​​Women

The three women sat at the table with sad faces, not looking at each other, like seedlings after a storm.The news brought back by Yunong triggered a violent quarrel. Fan Xiaoqing and Wu Niu made no secret of their dissatisfaction and vented all their anger on her head. It's no wonder, who told me to be smart and send Ding Shaomei out to take risks for no reason!Yu Nong also hated herself, and at the same time hated the person who betrayed her even more.However, at this time, in this city, there are no secrets at all. Selling and being betrayed has become a way of life, just like possessing and being possessed is another fashion.

"He won't die, right?" Wu Niu was worried that the child in her stomach would become a poor posthumous child. "Who can say for sure about the Japanese devils?" Even Fan Xiaoqing began to speak vulgar words. "What should I do? My poor child." Wu Niu covered her face and began to cry, her majestic voice was like a trumpet. Yu Nong was startled.Isn't Mr. Ding just a child, everything about him is arranged by "adults", and he himself is so well-behaved and obedient.Tears welled up in her too. "What's the use of crying? Can you still cry him back?" Fan Xiaoqing said with confidence, but his mind was desperately recalling the night when he slept in Ding Shaomei's room, but he had no memory. "This bastard, if he dies, I can only say that he doesn't have such a good fortune. Fortunately, I slept with him for one night."

If this continues, Fan Xiaoqing may not be able to say anything.What came to Yunong's heart was not jealousy, but bitterness, the bitterness of Coptis chinensis.That's right, I put the most heart and soul into it, but when it comes to nothing, what is all this for! Mrs. Song came in and put a bowl of shredded chicken noodles in front of everyone. The enticing aroma of coriander and sesame oil made her heart feel as sad as if it was covered with grease. Fan Xiaoqing asked: "Is there no oatmeal at home?" Wu Niu picked up the bowl and ate it in two or three mouthfuls, and she drank the soup cleanly, and asked her, "Don't you want to eat?" Then she brought her bowl over. "Eat and drink more, you will gain weight." I don't know who she is talking to.

I am really confused.Yunong patted his forehead, only caring about his own sadness, but forgot about Song Wanwan.Look at Mrs. Song again, her complexion is blue and gray, her hair is dry, and the fine wrinkles on her face are as obvious as a layer of dust. "Don't worry, Lao Song should be fine, he can take care of himself." She reassured Mrs. Song.The Japanese had been in ambush there for a long time, and it was difficult for anyone to escape. Mrs. Song tried her best to squeeze out a smile, and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it, so don't worry. It's just the young master..."

All three were tired and did not talk to each other. Bells rang out outside, from far to near.It was dawn, and the man who took out the garbage was walking this way, shaking his iron bell. The news that the Japanese army ambushed the drug ship last night could not reach the Marlinsky Cafe until noon, but she still decided to go there early in the morning.As long as there is a glimmer of life, the sooner you try it, the better. The doorbell was ringing, and it was Song Wanwan who came in, holding the iron bell of a garbage worker in his hand.He waved to Yunong, pointing to the study, not wanting Wu Niu to rush up, and stretched out her hand to grab the skirt of his waist, like a skilled wrestler.

Fan Xiaoqing pointed to the chair at the bottom and said: "If you have something to say, just say it here, where did you get Xiao Ding?" Song Wanwan looked at Yunong, she nodded and said, "Let's talk about it here." Except for the important content unrelated to other people, what happened was not complicated. All the boatmen were sacrificed, half of their ears were knocked off, and they were shot in the leg, but no bones were injured. "I asked you, where is Young Master Ding now?" Wu Niu was impatient. "I hid outside Yangliuqing Town for a while, and I saw him, but he was not injured." Song Wanwan was expressionless.

"Has he been caught by the Japanese? My God!" Fan Xiaoqing knew that there was nothing he could do about it. Old Giggs didn't get angry with Yu Nong, and it's useless to say anything now. Ding Shaomei has been caught by the Japanese, and he was arrested as an anti-Japanese element, which means that half of his life's hard work was gone in an instant. "This is God's arrangement. His old man is punishing me. Ding Shaomei's death is a punishment for me." Decades of association with Chinese people have made him more scheming and more difficult to be honest.If he hadn't played so many tricks and arranged for Ding Shaomei to replace him earlier, he would not have been tempted by the Japanese, let alone be involved in such meaningless adventures.

Yunong is still waiting.On Ding Shaomei's issue, the two of them were accomplices, at least partially. "If it weren't for this unlucky war, I might still have a solution. Now, I can't think about it. With the Japanese occupation army, I only have business relationships, and I have no friends to trust." Old Ziggs suddenly aged a lot, Look disheartened. "Can you point me in a direction? Or is there any way to work hard?" If he has no choice but to rescue Ding Shaomei by himself, he can only meet blindly. "Forget it, forget it, 'to be or not to be', this is something that God should worry about. Even God's chosen people have no ability to change their own destiny." Old Ziggs erected a ladder and climbed onto the high platform of the sermon.

Café Marlinski was bustling as usual at breakfast time.Every spy who wants to do business must come here to report at breakfast time. First, there are no circles or boundaries during this time, and everyone can socialize freely. As long as you are smart enough, you can quickly catch the recent trends in the intelligence community; second, those sellers Always spread some specious news at this time. Although it is not detailed, it will help buyers make judgments. Yunong is one of the few female members here, so when she walked into the restaurant, most of the gentlemen got up and left their seats to pay their respects.

She went straight to the bar and said a few words to Bestushev.Immediately and courteously he took out a large beer mug and tapped it bang with a silver spoon, attracting the attention of all the guests. This move is a special case in the market, and it can only be used in two situations: one is that someone has important information that concerns many lives, he can use this method to public auction, and the price is high; the other is to buy For important life-and-death information, the buyer must announce a huge bounty in advance. The number of times such things happen in the intelligence market is extremely limited, and only desperate people will use this method. Therefore, all members present, everyone is obliged to do their best to help this person-as long as it is not in line with their own interests. A conflict occurred.Self-interest is a virtue here.

Yu Nong held a small handkerchief tightly in his hand, raised his face slightly, and said: "The person I love the most was captured by Japanese soldiers last night. Now, I ask all gentlemen to help me find him. ' Tears rolled down her jaw. "I want all information about him, and if anyone can rescue him, I will be very grateful. The amount of the reward will be announced by Mr. Bestushev." After saying this, she turned and went upstairs.She wants to wait for the news in the private room. Bestushev tapped the beer glass again, suppressed the discussion of the crowd, and said loudly in an exaggerated tone like a boxing host: "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Guan will announce to her next generation that no matter who you are, every To provide the latest news about Ding Shaomei, she paid 10,000 yuan in Union Bank Notes; whoever can rescue him will receive a reward of 1 million yuan." In a blink of an eye, more than half of the restaurant was empty, and people jumped out quickly. They were bound to start a comb-style search of the city.For the worthless local information, the price that Yu Nong offered was astronomical. Until 9 o'clock, there was still no news, and even those spies who sold false information for a living did not show up. Since Japan invaded North China, the occupation headquarters has become the largest source of local intelligence.In particular, some small staff officers and adjutants with backgrounds in the Japanese Army’s General Staff often exchanged some unimportant information for local currency, and then dressed themselves up as Chinese and went to big restaurants when they were on vacation. Quenching.This kind of intelligence is very marketable, and the price is much higher than ordinary local intelligence. As long as Ding Shaomei is still alive, they will be able to find the news.These guys are like swarms of mice, able to find any hidden food.Yu Nong relieved himself and arrived at lunch before he knew it. Someone knocked on the door, and a white Russian waiter ushered in a little old North Korean man.Yu Nong recognized him. There is such a person in the intelligence market. Like a beggar, he has never had the money to become a member. He just picks up leftovers on the outskirts of the intelligence world. "Miss Guan." She bowed before entering the door, but she didn't bring any valuable information. She just repeated what she had heard this morning. In any case, this should be regarded as a beginning.There was a heavy bundle of 10,000 yuan banknotes, and the old man was holding them in his arms, tears streaming down his face. Three more "beggars" came in, and each happily took 10,000 yuan, but failed to tell her any useful news. Even if she went bankrupt for this today, she would not hesitate.The Chinese have a saying: "Money is a bastard, spend it and earn it again."She no longer cares about her demeanor, her appearance, and she doesn't think about anything that can only be done if she is alive. She only wants to get Ding Shaomei.If he could come back, she would never pretend to be any more, and she would never give in again. The first thing she would do was to live in his room and share the same bed with him. The clock struck twelve, and it was as long as night.The door of her room seemed to be filled with the coffin boards of the dead, and there was no movement at all.