Only Wanting a Beautiful Woman's Painted Skin

"By chance, I learned that the Shanghai intelligence station of the Military Statistics Bureau intends to take action against Japanese troops stationed around Shanghai. I hereby turn over all the Japanese deployment information in my possession to the organization. If our Party's guerrilla units have similar plans, I hope you will proceed with caution. Additionally, there are two hundred thousand U.S. dollars to support Party expenses."

At Foch Road's Fuxing Pawnshop, Lu Boda read the wildly scrawled handwriting on the paper, then picked up the lighter beside the table and set it alight, dropping it into the ashtray. He even used the burning paper to light himself a cigarette.

Looking at the twenty bundles of U.S. dollars arranged in the case, he shook his head with a sigh. Carrying out work in a place like Shanghai, so steeped in extravagance and vice, undoubtedly required enormous funds. Everything cost money. Yet over the past two years, the Shanghai underground Party organization had been the most generously funded. They had scarcely asked the Central Committee for anything; almost all of it had been contributed by Comrade Pei Min.

"Comrade Pei Min has sent over the Japanese troop deployment information for the areas around Shanghai, as well as the ports and railway stations. He also sent two hundred thousand U.S. dollars in Party funds to support the work of our Shanghai underground Party organization."

Liu Qiulan set the hot water on the table, glanced at the wealth beyond the reach of ordinary people, and sighed. "Comrade Pei Min chose the wrong profession by becoming a Red Team assassin. He can make more money by himself than several hundred of us put together."

"He isn't having an easy time now either. Have you forgotten that radio contact from before? He must be buried in