At this point, he cautiously glanced up at his superior and whispered again, "We can't get those supplies back!"
The room fell silent. Takashi Uemura looked at his two subordinates with utter disappointment, while they lowered their heads and remained silent, not daring to meet his gaze for fear of being reprimanded even more severely.
After a long silence, Uemura Takashi finally spoke: “Our work cannot end in failure like this. The plan must continue. We still need to find collaborators among the Chinese. However, this experience has taught us that anti-Japanese sentiment among the Chinese in the concession is still very strong. The work of collecting supplies must be carried out in secret. This plan must be meticulous and covert. We must not expose it again. You must immediately find the next target for cooperation. Everything must be done with utmost care. We must not be discovered by those Chinese agents!”
"Hi!"
Ning Zhiheng and Yi Huaan re-entered the Japanese-occupied territory the next day.
During these two months, Zheng Hongbo's assassination attempts basically came to a standstill. He stopped targeting ordinary Japanese soldiers and instead searched for worthy targets.
Ning Zhiheng focused his main energy on the French Concession and did not operate in the Jiangbei urban area, so the security situation in the Japanese-occupied area was much better than it was two months ago.
Therefore, the inspections in the concessions and Jiangbei were not strict. After all, there was a lot of commercial and trade exchanges between the city and the concessions, and the Japanese soldiers could not possibly inspect everyone.
Ning Zhiheng's car entered Jiangbei city smoothly without any hindrance. Along the way, there were crowds of people walking hurriedly, mostly Chinese citizens. There were shops and vendors everywhere. It was a world of difference compared to two months ago. It seemed that the recovery work in Shanghai's urban area was basically completed, and the city had regained its vibrant vitality.
The car arrived at the front of his villa. Yi Hua'an got out of the car and opened the door for Ning Zhiheng.
Ning Zhiheng got out of the car and looked around at the scenery. He found that it had changed a lot since he left. This was the heart of the Japanese community, surrounded by neat residential areas, and there were many more people on the streets than before.
Yi Hua'an took out the key, went forward to open the front gate of the villa, and then took out his luggage from the trunk. Ning Zhiheng took his suitcase in his hand, and the two were about to enter their home.
"Mr. Fujiwara!"
Just then, a shout came from behind.
Ning Zhiheng and Yi Hua'an turned around to look at the sound.
He then saw a man in his thirties bowing to him from a short distance away.
"Hirao-kun?"
Ning Zhiheng looked at the man with surprise. He looked haggard with a stubble beard, a far cry from the Hirao Daichi he had met before. In just two months, he looked much more dejected.
When Hirao Daichi saw that Ning Zhiheng recognized him, he quickly stepped forward, stood in front of Ning Zhiheng, bowed deeply, and said respectfully again, "Mr. Fujiwara, I have been waiting for you here for a long time!"
His slightly trembling voice even carried a hint of a sob. Ning Zhiheng looked at him carefully. His suit was already slightly wrinkled, and there was a trace of blood on his right cheek. He looked like he had been beaten up and was in a rather disheveled state.
Ning Zhiheng had previously left his address at the Spring Hotel for Hirao Daichi so that he could contact him if needed. However, after he left, he was hiding in the French Concession to avoid trouble and was also in charge of an anti-traitor operation, which resulted in a two-month delay. It seems that Hirao Daichi has been waiting for his return all this time.
Ning Zhiheng nodded slightly and said, "Hirao-kun, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting! Let's go inside and talk!"
"Hi, it's so great to have you back!" Hirao Daichi said excitedly.
Ning Zhiheng and his two companions entered their villa. Having been uninhabited for two months, the villa needed a thorough cleaning before it could be moved into.
Yi Hua'an began cleaning, and Hirao Daichi also joined in with great insight, working hard like a servant. It took more than three hours to finally clean the house.
Ning Zhiheng sat in the middle of the living room. Yi Hua'an placed two cups of tea on the tea table and then left.
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