I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Thousands of kilometers away, Intelligence Department.

As usual, the young telegraph operator listened to the signal on the radio.

Suddenly her expression changed slightly, and she took the pen and paper beside her and started taking notes.

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged man knocked on the wooden door of a cave with a serious expression, holding the decrypted intelligence.

"What's wrong? You look so serious." The comrade in charge of intelligence work looked at his old subordinate and said jokingly.

The two comrades next to him smiled after hearing this.

"Director, Spark's encrypted radio has been activated."

With that one sentence, the smiles of the three people froze.

In the past few years, with the successive actions of comrades who have led the Spark, the entire organization has undergone tremendous changes.

Not to mention the distant sulfa penicillin production line, even the large amount of strategic materials just shipped back from Hong Kong Island and the actions of the boatman comrades in the past few days are enough to change the combat effectiveness of the entire army.

The original words at the meeting were:

"In an instant, the army, which was composed of only three soldiers with bare feet and a crooked rifle, was transformed into an ironclad torrent armed to the teeth."

The calmest director asked, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man handed him the information.

After reading it, the director said nothing and handed the note to the person next to him.

After the three of them finished reading, the room fell silent.

After a while, the director said to the middle-aged man who was standing there stupidly:

"What are you doing here? Go and get ready to receive intelligence."

The middle-aged man no longer hesitated and expressed his concerns, "We have checked with the comrades who used to send and receive information from Comrade Xingguang. The method of sending the message this time is different from the past. We are afraid that it is a fraud!"

Intelligence work is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly.

The director stood up and said to the other two, "I'll go see what the difference is."

After he left, the comrade in the middle lit a cigarette and thought, then said to the man with a similarly solemn expression:

"Tell me, if this Japanese military code book is real, with these equipment and supplies, can we drive away the jackals in advance and succeed in the revolution?"

The comrade next to him with a frown on his face said firmly: "Of course we can! We definitely can! We have the spark, the genius he mentioned, and tens of thousands of fellow countrymen who share the same ideals and beliefs!"

Wei Miao waited in the basement of the black area for a long time. According to Brother Lu's instructions, the other side should send some information over.

She said she couldn't decrypt it.

Brother Lu rolled his eyes and told her to get out of here quickly, saying that if she left one second late, he would deduct ten dollars from her salary.

Bah, black-hearted capitalist!

Just as Wei Miao was touching his rumbling stomach and complaining, a signal came through his headphones.

She didn't even use a pen to copy it down, she just memorized it in her head and started working right away.

Brother Lu said that after receiving the reply, just start sending it directly. As for what it means, she doesn’t know how to decipher it. . .

After three people in the Northwest had changed their telegram copying staff, no more signals came.

There were only five people in the conference room. When they saw the thick stack of deciphered codes, no one spoke.

"This is just part of it. The kid on the other side sent it. I have already ordered that all intelligence departments be under martial law. Currently, there are nine people who know this news, including us."

The director spoke first. It didn't matter whether the information was true or not. He just wanted to receive it first.

The re-compiled code is very complicated, and it will be extremely difficult for the enemy to crack it as long as Comrade Xinghuo does not betray him.

If Lu Pingsheng knew about this, he would definitely nod his head in excitement. This code, one of the most complicated codes in the history of World War II, is indeed difficult to crack.

"Who can send telegrams continuously without interruption?" The comrade sitting opposite him had a strange expression on his face.

Even if the code is converted in advance, it is beyond human power to press the "tick-tock" button to convert it continuously for twelve hours.

After the non-human Wei Miao sent the last character, he shook his numb arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the gold bars she brought with her, I'm afraid even the ghost would not be able to hold on.

Looking at the empty gold bars in my bag, I thought to myself that I should bring more tomorrow, otherwise life would be so miserable.

She looked at the watch and was surprised to find that it was already midnight. She turned off the radio, climbed on top, got out from under the bed, and without bothering to wash up, she fell asleep.

He had no idea how much trouble and confusion his actions had caused to the Northwest.

The next morning, Wei Miao struggled to get up.

The streets were still under martial law, but fortunately she had a pass signed and stamped by Durand.

I passed the checkpoint smoothly, sat in the rickshaw and fell asleep.

When we arrived at Juhuali, we saw that Grandma Cui’s scallion pancake stall was very busy.

When he took a few steps closer, he saw Uncle Zhu, whose face was covered with burns and bruises, begging Cui Liping.

"A Ping, you know a lot of people, can you please help me find out where the boss is?"

Cui Liping stared at the sizzling scallion pancakes and said with a little impatience:

"Brother Zhu Liu, it's not that I don't want to help. You know that after I got married, I made scallion pancakes at home every day. I don't associate with people from the past anymore."

After hearing this, Uncle Zhu squatted on the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly:

"How could I be so unlucky? Mr. Rong had clearly promised to let my son work as a helper in the newspaper office, but he was burned to death. I risked my life to save him, but was arrested by the police, interrogated and beaten..."

We are all neighbors. I felt sad after hearing this. Who knew that saving people could be wrong.

Someone comforted him, "Uncle Zhu Liu was lucky to be able to come out after being admitted to the police station. Go home and recuperate and live a good life."

Uncle Zhu cried even more sadly, thinking that Mr. Rong was a noble man and noble people don't live long.

The son I raised with great difficulty, and just when he was about to earn money to relieve the pressure on the family, he disappeared without a trace.

"How can I live a good life? My eldest son hasn't returned home since the Lantern Festival. The world is so chaotic now. Don't let the Japanese capture him as a soldier..."

Everyone sighed when they thought of the strong laborers who had disappeared years ago.

While everyone was watching the fun, Wei Miao quietly went home, waved to Xiao Jiangsu who wanted to say hello, and quickened his pace.

Seeing Yang Qiushi opening the door, his eyes regained their former brightness, and he felt in his heart that Brother Lu was quite good at talking.

I just don’t know which real identity to tell Brother Yang.

"Brother Yang, is there anything to eat?"

Wei Miao hadn't eaten for a whole day and night. If Uncle Zhu Liu hadn't been there, making her feel inexplicably guilty, she would have eaten at least ten scallion pancakes and ten bowls of lard wontons.

"Yes, my uncle came over yesterday and brought a pot of lotus root and pork ribs. I didn't touch it. Should I heat it up for you now?"

Wei Miao nodded frantically.

Yang Qiushi smiled, got up and went to the kitchen.

Wei Miao glanced at the patient with his face wrapped on the bed, then turned and walked into Lu Pingsheng's bedroom.

After leaving the secret room, he covered his nose and said, "It's so smoky and foul."

Lu Pingsheng turned his head and looked at him. He had dark circles under his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth awkwardly. "Come here, I can take a shower today."

Wei Miao looked at the paper which was thicker than yesterday's, and then looked at the few scattered photos on the wall in front of him, and knew that the writing was almost finished.

"Brother Lu, um, how did the Zhu family boss arrange it?"

Lu Pingsheng pinched the corner of his eyes, "Who is the boss of the Zhu family?"

Wei Miao was quite speechless, "They are the thieves who stole things from Gao Qiaorong's family."

Lu Pingsheng thought for a moment, "If nothing unexpected happens, they are enjoying the sunshine, the beach, the cactus, and an old captain~~~"

Wei Miao had obviously gotten used to his habit of singing while he was talking.

After hearing what Brother Lu said, she felt relieved that these people were still alive. These people were petty thefts and eating dog meat, but their crimes did not deserve the death penalty.

She saw that Uncle Zhu Liu could feel justified again.

Who let his second son spread the rumor that she was a second-rate kid in school?

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I celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in advance today, so I’ll send these out first, and continue the day after tomorrow~~~~