Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 84 Request for Assistance
Secretary Pan looked at the thick stack of letters from labor organizations across the country in front of him, rubbed his temples, and said, "Put them here, I'll deal with them right away."

The Shanghai Municipal Labor Union, officially known as the Shanghai Municipal Federation of Workers, is also referred to as the General Labor Union or the Labor Union.

This is an organization dedicated to uniting workers and working for the benefit of the nation.

It existed for a long time, and the most famous person was Comrade Wang Shouhua, who was killed by Boss Du and buried at Fenglin Bridge during the April 12th Counter-Revolutionary Action in 1927.

As a result, Mr. Du was granted the position of Major General Advisor by the Blue Army government.

Later, Boss Du went to Hong Kong Island and died far from home. He never dared to return, because he was afraid of being held accountable later.

After finishing his draft, Secretary Pan put it aside and began to read the letters next to him.

As soon as Secretary Pan opened the first letter, his gaze swept over it and he suddenly noticed a strange letter mixed in with the stack of letters.

This letter looked no different from the others, except for a strange symbol in the lower left corner of the envelope.

To someone else, this symbol might simply be a drop of ink that accidentally smudged onto their clothes.

But in Secretary Pan's eyes, it was completely different.

This symbol was a code word used by guerrilla liaisons in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions to transmit urgent intelligence.

Secretary Pan was in charge of the Shanghai intelligence network. The Red Team had clear instructions that lateral communication was strictly prohibited unless absolutely necessary.

In other words, according to normal procedures, the guerrilla forces in Jiangsu and Zhejiang would need to contact the liaisons of the intelligence organization in Shanghai and pass on the intelligence to them.

The courier would then hand it over to Secretary Pan's intelligence liaison officer, who would then deliver the intelligence to Secretary Pan.
This adds a lot of steps, but it's safe enough.

But now, the other party directly sent the letter to the Labor Union using the emergency contact code. Secretary Pan's expression turned slightly grim. This was an unexpected situation, and the problem was very serious.

Without a second thought, Secretary Pan immediately opened the letter.

The contents of the letter were similar to those requested by other workers' organizations, but they were linked together using a special codebook.

Then, another piece of information will appear.

"Meet at Qiuye Park on Wutong Road at 6:30 PM, it's extremely urgent."

As dusk settled, the streetlights came on, casting a soft, warm glow.

In a corner of Qiuye Park, there is an inconspicuous octagonal pavilion, next to several old camphor trees with lush branches and leaves, and a rockery and fishpond with flowing water.

The air was filled with the faint scent of grass, trees, and damp earth, while in the distance came the indistinct background sounds of the city and the occasional chirping of insects.

Beside the pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary gray work clothes and dark trousers sat with his legs crossed, holding a rolled-up copy of the day's newspaper.

His gaze seemed to be focused on reading the newspaper quietly, but in reality, his peripheral vision was keenly scanning his surroundings.

Especially in crowded places, there wasn't much entertainment available in this era. After work, the biggest form of entertainment for neighbors was simply bringing their children to play in the park.

Children run around chattering along the park lawns and greenways, while adults choose a spot to set up a chessboard and play a game with their old rivals.

Although my chess skills may not be particularly outstanding, it is still a form of entertainment.

The middle-aged man's gaze shifted, his aura restrained, as if he was deliberately trying not to expose himself to others.

As dusk deepened, the middle-aged man checked the time; there were still four minutes until 6:30.

The sound of high heels clicking away rang out.
A tall woman came into his view. She was about thirty years old and dressed fashionably, wearing an elegant beige cheongsam, a light blue silk scarf around her neck, and carrying a paper bag with the name of a well-known nearby pastry shop printed on it.

The woman had clearly also noticed the middle-aged man by the pavilion, but instead of approaching him immediately, she walked towards the fishpond in front of the pavilion, seemingly attracted by the koi carp inside, and stopped to watch.
Immediately afterwards, the woman opened the bag, casually patted the railing next to the fishpond with her right hand, then took out the bread inside, tore off a piece, and threw it into the fishpond.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat; this was a coded message from the other party indicating that he was safe and no one was following him.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man closed his newspaper and casually waved it as if shooing away mosquitoes in the twilight.

The woman, understanding immediately, walked over.

The middle-aged man also stood up and walked towards her. As their figures passed each other, the bag in the woman's hand appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.

The two of them tacitly avoided looking at each other again and left in opposite directions.

The middle-aged man carried a bag of newspapers and walked quickly, making sure the distance between them was far enough before finding a well-lit corner.

The man opened the bag and found a piece of bread with a corner torn off. He broke the bread open and found a note inside.

The note was covered with dense writing. After reading it, the middle-aged man promptly stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up a piece of bread, chewed a few bites, and swallowed it along with the note.

Nighttime, the west wing of the Labor Union.

After the January 28th air raid, the east wing of the Labor Union was reduced to ruins by the Japanese.

The Shanghai Labor Union was a purely non-profit organization and not as wealthy as one might imagine, so everyone had to squeeze into the west wing to work together.

"Clang, clang, clang." A series of footsteps sounded, and Secretary Pan looked up to see a middle-aged man wearing a worker's uniform on the upper body and dark trousers on the lower body walking in quickly.

"Old Zhong, you've arrived."

“Secretary Pan,” Zhong Yuan said, sitting down opposite Secretary Pan, “we have already met with the other party.”

Secretary Pan asked in a deep voice, "What is it that requires an urgent meeting?"

Zhong Yuan said slowly, "The New Army was surrounded and annihilated by the Japanese in a recent operation, and some comrades were wounded."

"The troops were short of medicine, so Secretary Xiang sent a special envoy to Nanjing to buy medicine. She carried with her three large yellow croakers, six small yellow croakers, and some legal tender."

"But the special envoy did not get off in Nanjing, but came directly to Shanghai."

Secretary Pan hesitated and said, "Going to such lengths instead of those nearby, could it be that her whereabouts have been exposed?"

Zhong Yuan said, "It's hard to say now. The comrade who contacted her has already sacrificed his life."

"What's even stranger is that her first priority after getting off the bus was to contact the organization in Shanghai, but now, the liaison officers of the guerrilla teams in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have not received her contact signal for a long time."

"It is impossible to be certain whether her whereabouts were leaked and she was arrested, nor is it possible to be certain whether she absconded with the money."

"In short, this is a perfectly healthy person who got off the bus and then disappeared."

"Headquarters has two intentions: one is to confirm whether the special envoy is safe and whether she herself has any problems."

"Secondly, we hope that Shanghai can quickly gather a batch of medicines so that, if the special envoy's identity is confirmed, she can take the medicines back to her base as soon as possible."

Secretary Pan's expression hardened: "How can Secretary Xiang suspect his own comrade without any evidence?"

(End of this chapter)