1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

They were travelling in the first-class cabin of the Shanghai-Beijing Express, which was luxuriously furnished with spacious seats, carpeted floors, and complete facilities such as a dressing room and toilet.

A trip from Shanghai to Beijing took 43 hours and 48 minutes, costing an average Shanghai salaried worker at least half a year's salary. Zhao Ziqi had never been able to afford the trip before, and even if he could, he would have been reluctant to do so. However, this "World Revolutionary Party" leader booked the entire first-class sleeper car and even arranged for all kinds of food and drinks to be enjoyed.

This guy even held a pot of Huadiao wine in his left hand and a hairy crab in his right hand. He looked like a luxurious young man.

—Thinking of the comrades who were still working hard in the Soviet area, Zhao Ziqi felt very guilty.

This is the source of his conflicting feelings towards Wu Jiu.

Despite being on such a luxurious train, Wu Jiu still looked dissatisfied, constantly complaining about the smell of coal dust from the heater and the uncomfortable vibrations of the train. Due to Wu's protests, the conductor made an impromptu decision to turn the locomotive around and move the luxury sleeper car to the very back, which is why the train has not departed until now. (Note: During the Republic of China era, in the summer, the lowest-class cars were closest to the locomotive, but in the winter, the reverse was true because of the adequate heating.)

In the Republic of China, as long as you had money, you could do almost anything you wanted.

Wu Jiu continued to play with G11's face while holding him in his arms, and replied nonchalantly:

"We're going north to do great things. If we can't even rest properly and it affects our work, wouldn't that be a loss?"

Do...big things...

According to Comrade Pan Hannian, the "World Revolutionary Party" had at least five combatants. Why was there only the little girl who tricked him into opening the door? Where were the others?

Is he going to do something so-called big?

Zhao Ziqi's eyes flashed, and he asked casually:

"Are you going to Peking this time to support someone there?" "Yes, yes!"

"who?"

“You!”

"Oh, yes..."

Zhao Ziqi was stunned for a moment, then realized the person in front of him was talking nonsense again, and immediately became furious. This guy!!

After so many interactions, I've never heard a single word of truth from him! Instead, he's full of lies like "I'm a time traveler"!

"...Comrade, I am deeply grateful for the huge financial support you, the SRP, have provided to the Chinese Communist Party, but..."

Just as Zhao Ziqi was trying to play the emotional card and extract more information, a black-haired woman flashed out from the darkness. Zhao Ziqi recognized her as the woman who had always been with Wu Jiu at the Huxi Cotton Mill.

She's finally back?

There was also a short-haired girl holding a child following behind her...Huh?

Aren’t these my wife and child?! “Baozhen…Baozhen!!”

"Ziqi!"

The short-haired woman is Zhao Ziqi's wife, He Baozhen, who just turned 30 this year.

Previously, due to Zhao Ziqi's mysterious disappearance, she and her child were urgently transferred to the outskirts of Shanghai by the Central Special Branch to avoid the storm, and the two sides temporarily lost contact. At this time, Zhao Ziqi no longer cared about the doubts in her heart and hurriedly went to meet him and asked:

"How did you come?"

"Ah? Didn't you call this lady?" "Hmm?"

The couple realized something was wrong at the same time and almost simultaneously turned their gazes to a man lying beside them. The man was lying there and said lazily:

"I asked someone to bring her here!" "...Why did you call her here?"

"Hmm? You're not talking nonsense. Of course, I want you two to be reunited!"

The couple looked at each other, and Zhao Ziqi asked seriously:

"Baozhen, did you get the central government's permission to come to my place?" "Uh... I heard her say..."

He Baozhen noticed her husband's anger and the fact that she had been deceived, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't think too much about it after I heard your news."

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Seeing Zhao Ziqi looking like he was about to teach his wife a lesson, someone muttered again: "Before I sent anyone to call her, I had already sent a telegram to your central government..." "Your wife cried when she heard that you were safe, and you are still like this..."

"You don't even know how to thank me...tsk tsk...ah...men...are so annoying..."

We were forced to separate because of your fooling around in Shanghai! Zhao Ziqi felt a surge of anger in her heart.

He didn't know that if Wu Jiu hadn't been fooling around this time, he and his wife would have been separated forever. As for his future wife... well... let's not talk about it.

As the train attendant came over to remind him, the whistle gradually sounded. Zhao Ziqi had no choice but to give up arguing and set off north with his wife He Baozhen and their two-year-old son. "Woo!!!!"

The train's whistle echoed through the night sky, carrying passengers north. Zhao Ziqi lay awake all night in her luxurious sleeper.

It wasn't just because of the guilt he felt for "enjoying" himself, nor was it just because of the three nimble S.E.R. guards who suddenly jumped into the carriage last night. It was also because of what his wife had told him. After He Baozhen arrived, Zhao Ziqi felt something was wrong.

This "assistant," whose name Li Desheng personally changed and whose wife personally introduced him to him, shouldn't be so foolish and reckless. How could someone just come and bring her here?

After asking, I found out that He Baozhen didn't believe it at first either;

But the beautiful woman who found her accurately reported her and her husband's real names, identities, basic resumes, and even the whereabouts of their eldest son and daughter! These things could never be known by anyone other than comrades, so He Baozhen put aside her doubts and quickly followed.

Although Zhao Ziqi had been surprised enough when he was informed of the telegrams before, he couldn't help but feel a surge of shock when he heard this news. The above information proved that the "World Revolutionary Party" had already launched an investigation into him, and the investigation was very detailed!

But before he was unexpectedly added to the list of members of the Provisional Standing Committee of the Political Bureau of the CPC Central Committee last November, was Zhao Ziqi considered a big shot in the Chinese Communist Party?

Not at all!

Because many of the work was secret, even within the organization, Zhao Ziqi would only be associated with some of his experiences with the Red International of Labor Unions and the Anyuan Strike.

But now, an external party, one he had never heard of, knew almost all of his personal information. What about the other people in the party?

To what terrifying degree has the infiltration of the CCP by this "World Revolutionary Party" reached?

How powerful are they in China, and how many unknown secrets have they hidden?

They have such strong strength, but never show it off. What on earth do they want to do?

The more I think about it, the scarier it gets, and the more I can’t sleep.

The next morning, Zhao Ziqi, with red eyes, ran to the other end of the carriage and tried to continue communicating with "Wu Jiu", but was told by the maid that the other party was taking a nap.

074 The Communist Society of You, Me, and Him

Zhao Ziqi waited anxiously until one o'clock in the afternoon. Mark finally woke up, yawned, and got up. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and had his meal with the help of the maid.

"What do you want from me?"

The young master was yawning and there were some bloodshot in his eyes.

Zhao Ziqi smiled and tried:

"Comrade Wu Jiu, good morning...good afternoon. What's wrong? Didn't you sleep last night?" "Ah...good afternoon."

The nearly 44-hour drive was extremely boring. Wu Jiu didn't refuse to communicate with Zhao Ziqi. While eating soft bread with butter and eggs, he complained: "Damn it, this crappy car is in such poor condition. It's so uncomfortable to sit in it. I can't sleep at all..."

These days, the average speed of a train is only 30-50 kilometers per hour, and it is powered by coal, so you can imagine how comfortable the ride is.

This guy must have a very unusual background, otherwise he wouldn't be dissatisfied with such a high-end train. Could he be a royal from some country?

But he clearly looks like a Chinese! Wait?

north?

The Manchu royal family?

Zhao Ziqi quietly took this information to heart, and then heard Wu Jiu complain, "Dongmei, where did you get this bread? It's hard and tastes terrible."

...Sorry, Commander, this is the best bread we can buy in Shanghai. It would be a dereliction of duty for us to let you eat this."

硬?

Unpalatable??

How many poor people in Shanghai wish they could eat bread from this shop before they die! My wife cried while eating this bread this morning!

Zhao Ziqi was complaining madly in her heart.

However, both Wu Jiu, who said this, and his "agent," who responded, had perfectly natural expressions, not seeming to notice anything was wrong. In other words, they truly thought the bread was subpar, completely different from the food they normally enjoyed.

call...

Where exactly is the World Revolutionary Party (WRP) from? In which country does it primarily operate? And how tightly organized and powerful is its power?

Zhao Ziqi, who had suffered from hunger and cold in Moscow, could not imagine that there was any country in the world whose living standards had reached a level that even Shanghai had the right to look down on.

U.K?

France?

Or the United States?

"Forget it, the reality is like this, I don't blame you."

Mark sighed, tore the bread into small pieces, soaked them in milk, and then chewed and swallowed them slowly. This action made Zhao Ziqi feel a little more favorable towards him.

Even if they didn't like the food, they didn't throw it away. This shows that despite their extravagant lifestyle, they were well-educated and knew not to waste food. Someone who cherishes food can't be a bad person.

"Come to think of it, what exactly do you want to talk to me about, Comrade Zhao Ziqi?" "...Why don't you eat first? We can talk later."

"Come on!"

Mark sneered:

"You look so anxious, just say what you want to say. I don't have so many rules here."

Comrade Wu Jiu, your S.P.R.C. is assisting our CPC. We will surely have a lot of cooperation in the future. For both sides to have a pleasant cooperation, we need to further enhance our understanding. Do you agree with this? "...Ah...Yes, I agree."

Shit, I was so sleepy I almost didn't realize what the "World Revolutionary Party" was. "So, you World Revolutionary Party members seem to know a lot about us..."

When saying this, Zhao Ziqi observed the reactions of those around him and found that no one expressed any objection. He felt nervous and continued:

"However, we don't know much about your Shireliu Party. We can even say that we know nothing about it except its name. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"..."

Trouble!

I just made up a party, where can I get information for you?

Wu Jiu said casually:

"You haven't proven your abilities yet, so of course I can't tell you." "Then I'll take a step back and get to know you, okay?"

Zhao Ziqi was very cautious, but she didn't expect Wu Jiu to say carelessly: "Okay!"

Why?

So easy?

Afterwards, Zhao Ziqi felt that he had been fooled again.

"My real name is Fujiwara no Kanezane. I'm a top Japanese aristocrat and a member of the royal family. I'm related to people like Saionji Kimmochi, Konoe Fumimaro, and Emperor Hirohito..." "Also, my Chinese name is Mark. I actually traveled from another world. The people next to me are from a mobile game..."

".."

This guy has started telling some incomprehensible lies again!

Zhao Ziqi was about to "criticize" this insincere attitude, but his virtuous wife had already come over with the child and interrupted with a smile: "Mr. Wu Jiu, my Yunruo is still hungry. Can you give us some more bread and milk?"

"Ah, come on, give it to me."

Mark handed a piece of bread with butter and a glass of milk to the drooling child and said:

"A two-year-old shouldn't eat such hard food. It's very harmful to the stomach. If there's milk powder, it's best to give it to her." "This bread is very soft. Yunruo likes it very much... Also, what is milk powder?"

"You don't know about milk powder?"

The agent bent slightly and explained:

"Commander, in China, it's usually called milk powder, milk substitute powder, or mother-flavored powder. However, the milk powder here in Shanghai is of very poor quality. It's almost always mixed with soy milk, rice soup, alkaline noodles, and even lime plaster." "Oh... then it's really worse than just eating bread and rice porridge."

"Yes, at least this bread isn't mixed with toxic or harmful substances. Flour is often more expensive than milk powder." "Food safety issues... right now, right now..."

"...Mr. Wu."

At this time, He Baozhen once again interrupted the conversation between Mark and the agent: "Does the food you usually eat have been tested by many people?"

"Yeah, even drinking water usually has to go through more than a dozen testing procedures!"

I mean, Wahaha that costs two yuan a bottle.

Zhao Ziqi already knew that his wife was cooperating with him. They looked at each other secretly and were both shocked.

They both came from ordinary backgrounds, but they had lived in Shanghai for so long, and they had never heard of anyone living such a luxurious life! Even drinking water was so particular!

Being able to drink hot water means a family has a pretty good standard of living!

(Note: In February 1934, Chiang Kai-shek launched the "New Life Movement," which for the first time made "drinking hot water" a national policy and required the entire nation to follow it. Later, the Red Army and the Communist Party realized it.) He Baozhen complimented: