Cicada Moving

Chapter 1223 Party

At No. 14, Dexingli, Shancheng District, an elegant and simple courtyard stands deep in the street. The courtyard has yellow walls and green tiles, and the internal building has raised beams and cornices, giving it a touch of Western style.

The gate of the courtyard is closed all day long, which is quite mysterious. There is a gold-lettered signboard of "Jinlanhui" hanging on the gate, and jeweled ladies often come and go.

There are many speculations about this place among the people around, and all kinds of **** news are spreading. Only the local police station and officials know that the backgrounds of these ladies are not simple, and there are also operators who are trying hard to join, but they always Unable to do so.

The morning after Zhong Xiao returned to the mountain city from the Women's Normal School, the outside of Jinlan Club was bustling with people, and cars with military or government license plates kept stopping at the door.

Immediately, a graceful official lady walked into the courtyard surrounded by entourage, and exchanged warm greetings with a gentle and dignified woman in her thirties.

“President Sima, you look so beautiful today.”

“Mrs. Li, thank you for your compliment. Please come in quickly. Miss Kong will be here shortly.”

 “Ouch, good, good, good.”

Sima Linglong, the president of the Jinlan Society, was smiling all over her face, with a touch of alienation in her enthusiasm. She invited the members into the main room in a familiar manner, with an attitude that was neither humble nor overbearing. She neither made people feel left out nor showed any intention to please. He also mentioned Miss Tikon's name by the way.

Hearing Miss Kong, the members all smiled. They joined the Jinlan Club just to get in touch with the daughter of the Kong family, so as to help their husbands, father and brother to further their career. Knowing that the other party would come today, they were naturally very happy.

Not long after, the main room, which was a mixture of Chinese and Western styles, was filled with people. Several delicate-looking waitresses carefully served wartime luxuries such as South American coffee and Sri Lankan black tea. Everyone drank and chatted, laughing and joking for a while. , so lively.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Zhong Xiao also arrived at No. 14 Dexingli. She looked at each other and Sima Linglong, smiled and nodded before entering the room on her own.

More than ten minutes later, Miss Kong Er appeared at the door with a slicked back hair, a cigar in her mouth, and dressed in men's clothing. Sima Linglong's eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward to say hello, completely losing her previous reserve.

Miss Kong Er waved her hands smartly and strode into the main room. She immediately attracted greetings from a group of official wives and young ladies. After greetings for a long time, she had time to sit down.

Sima Linglong stood at the side with a smile. Seeing this, she looked at the watch on her wrist, clapped her hands gently, and the waitresses bowed and slowly exited.

Miss Kong Er, who was sitting on the main seat, leaned on the back of the chair with her legs crossed, looking very heroic. She picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, with a look of disgust on her face.

“President Sima, you still have to drink coffee from Abyssinia (the old name of Ethiopia, the origin of coffee). I’ll have someone send you a few cans later. By the way, I wonder why you called Kong here today?”

Sima Linglong bowed slightly to her when she heard the words, and nodded to other members. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she slowly spoke.

“Everyone, the government went to war with the northwest army in Jiangnan a few days ago. Although it won a victory, the casualties were not small. I am interested in collecting some medicines and condolences for the frontline soldiers in the name of the Jinlan Society. What do you think?”

As the saying goes, talking about money hurts feelings, and talking about feelings hurts money. When they heard that they wanted to donate money, the ladies of the government were smiling on the outside, but they were a little resistant on the inside.

Everything in this world is fake. Only banknotes and gold bars are real. They are just a bunch of people. Who are they to ask them to pay? If they die, they will die.

Sima Linglong was not in a hurry when she failed to get a response from the members. She turned her attention to Miss Kong Er who was shaking her head, wanting to hear her opinion.

Miss Kong Er rolled her eyes, thinking of her father and brother's scolding of her, and the comments about her in the public. She felt that this was a good opportunity to stand out, so she patted the coffee table next to her.

 “Donate! Kong donated 1,000 US dollars!”

With Miss Kong Er taking the lead, the members were no longer stingy and immediately contributed money and supplies for fear of falling behind others.

 “I’ll pay you $500.”

“I have a batch of medicinal materials at home and I am willing to donate them all to the front line.”

“Our master saved several tons of grain and donated it as well.”

 In the crowd, Zhong Xiao raised his hand and reported a number, no more, no less, $800, which was slightly lower than the vice president, Ms. Kong Er, but higher than other officers.

Such a generous gesture attracted the attention of Miss Kong Er. The two looked at each other in the distance. Zhong Xiao smiled shyly and said nothing, acting like a lady.

 Sima Linglong finished counting the amount of donations and materials, thanked everyone, and said that the materials would be sent to the front line as soon as possible. She would also provide account books for everyone to check, and she acted very safely.

Members couldn't help but feel satisfied. Just because they were rich and willing to use money to please Miss Kong Er, it didn't mean they were willing to be cheated out of their money.

As if to show impartiality, Sima Linglong asked everyone who had connections in the Third War Zone, and planned to send property there through acquaintances to prevent anyone from taking advantage of them.

Everyone knew about Guojun's virtues. A fat lady stood up and replied. Her brother was the logistics director of the third war zone and was in charge of the distribution of supplies.

Sima Linglong clasped her hands and thanked him, and then inadvertently asked where the Third Theater Command headquarters was located so that she could send someone to take over.

The fat lady didn't think too much and told the truth as she knew it: "I heard from my brother that the headquarters is in Kaoshan Village, Zaotou, Gan Province, but it will be moved to Jianyang, Min Province in a few days. I will tell you the specific date and location then. Inform the president.”

Feeling that he had been robbed of the limelight, another person added: "Yes, the leader is deeply dissatisfied with the loss of Zhejiang Province and has repeatedly ordered the Third War Zone to drive away the Japanese in Zhejiang Province. The Army Weihui has formulated corresponding plans, and the theater headquarters has confirmed There are plans to move to Jianyang so that we can command nearby.”

Sima Linglong nodded, the smile on her face never stopping. After listening, she turned to look at a member who was simply dressed and acted in a low-key manner. "Mrs. Yang, Deputy Director Yang is in charge of the transportation fleet of the Ministry of Interior. Can you ask him to help transport things to the third war zone?"

 The middle-aged woman known as Mrs. Yang hesitated for a moment and did not agree directly. She said she would go home and discuss it with her husband before replying, which made the members chuckle.

Hearing the faint laughter, Mrs. Yang remained calm and continued to hold the tea cup as an invisible person. There were some things she could help with, and some things she couldn't touch. She didn't want to hurt her husband.

Miss Kong Er felt bored listening to everyone's discussion. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned. Suddenly she seemed to have thought of something and called Mrs. Yang.

“Mrs. Yang, did Deputy Director Yang agree to what I told you last time? The price of food in the rear area is one every day. We must seize the time to transport the food in from Southeast Asia.

There are checkpoints everywhere on the Burma Highway now. Without your deputy director Yang’s approval, even the military convoys can’t get in. Don’t worry, I will never break my promise. "

Members were shocked. When did Miss Kong become so easy to talk to? She was so polite to the wife of a mere deputy director. Could it be that there was someone big behind her?

Mrs. Yang didn’t want to say such a thing in front of so many people, but when Miss Kong Er opened her mouth, she had to answer vaguely.

"Ms. Kong, the government is very strict about the Burma Highway. Except for military supplies, all other supplies are prohibited from being transported. There are military inspections along the way. This matter needs long-term consideration."

Miss Kong Er waved her hands and said nonchalantly: "Your old Yang has a good relationship with the deputy director of the military command, Zuo. It's just a matter of transporting some food. Deputy director Zuo will give him this face."

Mrs. Yang thought for a while, glanced at the members, and whispered in a low voice: "Then the director you talked about last time..."

"He is a deputy minister. I will tell my aunt." Miss Kong Er was full of confidence and decided to appoint a deputy minister while talking and laughing.

No one has any doubt whether Miss Kong Er has the ability to facilitate this matter. Who doesn’t know that his wife dotes on her the most, and with the help of Deputy Director Zuo of the Military Command, Deputy Director Yang will soon become Deputy Minister Yang.

I really didn’t expect that Mrs. Yang’s family would have such a relationship with Deputy Director Zuo, who was the leader’s top confidant. He had accompanied his wife to Chang’an in dangerous situations and had contributed to the rescue.

With such a person as a backer, there is no need to worry about the future of the officialdom. The members who were laughing at Mrs. Yang just now suddenly changed their faces and kept talking about all kinds of compliments and flattery as if they were free of charge.

 Half an hour later, Miss Kong Er was the first to leave Jinlan Club, and others also said goodbye.

Sima Linglong sent the people away one by one, and in the end only Zhong Xiao was left. The two stood in the middle of the yard, chatting quietly.

 “Is Mr. Bian busy recently?”

“He went to the front line and sent someone to deliver a letter to me.”

“Well, there hasn’t been much movement in your house recently, so you can just study in peace.”

“Okay, thank you very much, President, for your concern. I’ll leave first.”

Zhong Xiao rolled up his broken hair at the temples, walked out of the door and got into his car, and soon disappeared.

Watching the car go away, Sima Linglong turned back to the main room and sat down with a man who didn't know when he appeared.

 “Was anyone following her on the way here?”

 “No, very clean.”

 “Where is the area around Zhongfu?”

“There are a lot of strangers in a red shop. I went to see it in person. Most of the workers have accents from Jingzhen, Gan Province. They eat buckwheat rice, so there’s nothing wrong with it.”

"Well, although you and I are not afraid of the mountain city, we should be more careful. You can ask your connections to check Bian Jichao's whereabouts to see if he has really gone to the front line."

"good."

“Also, try to find out the details of the government’s steel restructuring plan. My hometown needs this information.”

 “Understood, I’m leaving first.”

 The man stood up and left, disappearing into the darkness. However, the front and back doors of Jinlan Club were always closed, and no one could enter or exit.

　That night, the guard room of Huangshan Official Residence received a call. The caller was a certain director of the Military Weihui, with the purpose of verifying the number of guards.

The guard who answered the phone reported a number as required, and also specifically named the names of the people who were on official business, including Bian Jichao. After hanging up the phone, the guard nodded to Wu Chunyang beside him.

Wu Chunyang wrote down the name and position of the caller on the monitoring record, picked up another internal phone and contacted the headquarters, requesting that the person be screened secretly.

In a safe house in the mountain city, He Yijun recited the disguised identity file over and over again. At the same time, Joanna also dialed the number of Miss Kong Er's residence.