It's about seven o'clock in the morning.

Back to the empty funding department.

Alas, another day of wax sitting has begun.

dull.

tedious.

sleepy.

Didn't sleep at all last night.

semi-consciously……

vaguely……

"Report."

"explain……"

"A plane has applied to take off at Shanghai Longhua Airport. It is carrying three Americans. The destination is Chang'an."

"Xi'an?"

Zhang Yong immediately opened his eyes.

Finally, someone is going to Xi'an? Three Americans?

Oh, I'm standing in front of you.

My wife is pro-American and implores Americans to come forward.

Let’s subconsciously take a look at the route. From Shanghai to Chang’an, it’s about 1,200 kilometers.

One Way?

Just give it a try.

It might be better if you transfer it.

"Is there any transfer?"

"No. Direct flight to Chang'an Xiguan Airport."

"Approved for takeoff."

Zhang Yong nodded. Understood.

This matter was probably done in secret.

Transfer is not possible.

Otherwise, outsiders will know.

Things come true in secret.

Once the secret is leaked, the outside world will be in trouble again.

Nowadays, outside newspapers have all kinds of stories. Some even say that a committee member was arrested for looking for flowers and willows.

If you want to talk about news control, sometimes the restrictions are really strict.

Once they are related to the Red Party, they will be arrested immediately.

But, sometimes, some newspapers are really lawless and dare to say anything.

In the current period of turmoil, there are divergent opinions, dozens of meetings have been held there, and there is no unified charter.

It depends on the party’s execution ability, haha...

Continue to be confused.

sleepy.

real.

I really want to bury myself in a deep sleep and never care again.

However……

no.

These days, I have to hold on tight.

semi-consciously……

vaguely……

"Report."

"Approved for takeoff..."

"No. Commissioner, there is a call from the northwest..."

"northwest?"

"It's the same as last time..."

"Last time..."

Zhang Yong was in a daze. He was in a trance. He couldn't even open his eyelids.

But suddenly I thought of something, and my whole body suddenly became excited.

In an instant, everyone jumped up and down.

Damn!

Who was that last time?

It’s Lao Jiang!

faint!

Lao Jiang called again?

In an instant, my mental strength returned to its peak state of 999. I ran out to answer the phone.

He picked up the phone and said loudly, "Commitment."

As a result, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Yong:???

what's the situation?

Why doesn't Lao Jiang speak?

Restricted again?

Okay, that's understandable. Wait carefully.

At the moment, whether Chiang Kai-shek can make phone calls, who he can call, and what he can say, he probably has to follow other people's instructions.

In other words, the phone call yesterday was not what Chiang Kai-shek wanted to call him. It was the person next to him who forced him to do so.

Under human roofs…

well……

I guess Chiang Kai-shek learned a profound lesson.

After a while...

A strange voice came from over there. It wasn't Lao Chiang.

Oh, it turns out I was overthinking it.

"Are you Zhang Yong?"

"Yes, I am Zhang Yong. Who are you?"

Zhang Yong's tone was calm.

When I found out it was not Chiang Kai-shek, I immediately calmed down.

I guess it's a bargain?

OK, let your horse come over here!

"Your response is good. We will release one person this afternoon. You inform Luoyang to send someone to Tongguan to receive him. He must arrive before nine o'clock in the evening. No waiting will be done if he is late."

"Tongguan? Luoyang?"

"Tang Enbo's troops are in Luoyang."

"I'm not familiar with him..."

The phone was hung up.

Zhang Yong:……

No. Don’t be like this!
To be continued...