"Lao Fan, are you leaving?" The manager on the construction site really couldn't bear to part with Lao Fan. Although he was a part-time short-term worker, Lao Fan was in charge of the accounts and warehouses, and he was really serious and the accounts were clear.

It is no exaggeration to say that this screw will make you plan clearly.

After Lao Fan came, none of the secretly entrained ones were secretly removed, and the warehouse loss and daily consumption were reduced by at least 10% compared with the past.

If this is considered money, it is just a drop in the bucket compared to the little salary paid to Lao Fan.

If Lao Fan left, how could he find such a good one?

"Manager, I'm sorry, I'm not going to start school, I have to go back and prepare." Lao Fan did not tell the truth, but he did not tell lies. He did not return to his original school, but lost his new school.

"There are still some days left, why are you in a hurry?" said the manager. "Or, you quit the teacher and work here with me. I will double my salary. How about it?"

"Manager, I appreciate your kindness. I still like the job of a teacher, so I won't come to work tomorrow." Lao Fan said, "But don't worry, Xiao Wang and the others have followed me these days, and basically I have taught them everything I can teach. Even without me, you can handle it."

"Old Fan, I said why are you good..." The manager sighed. He really wanted to keep Lao Fan. Although there was someone to replace him, Lao Fan was a person with great knowledge after all. At the critical moment, he could help him with ideas. How could those guys under him have this ability?

"Manager, I'm leaving this. Can you put that..." Lao Fan rubbed his hands and asked embarrassedly.

"Salary, no problem, I'll write a note, just go to the accountant to withdraw it." The manager agreed very readily, sat down directly, wrote a note and handed it over.

"Manager, I've given it too much. I haven't finished working this month?"

"If you have more, just treat it as a reward for you. Lao Fan, you have helped me a lot over the past month. If I weren't doing it, I would have to give you more." The manager said with a smile.

"Then I'll accept it."

"Go."

Looking at Lao Fan's back as he left, the manager shook his head helplessly. This is a talent, but unfortunately, his small construction company cannot retain anyone.

...

Fishing fire tavern.

"Oh, the sun is coming out to the west today?" Chen Miao sat down in surprise when he saw the four or five dishes that had been called on the table.

"I'll treat you today."

"Don't, when you say you treat me, my heart will tremble. Let's talk about it." Chen Miao hurriedly said. After so many years of friendship, he really hasn't seen Lao Fan invite guests a few times.

However, there is no good thing every time I treat you, and he has a deep memory.

"I saw the Bai Lu you mentioned." Old Fan lowered his head and took a sip of wine. Chen Miao found that Old Fan actually ordered Old Bai Gan'er today.

"What's wrong?" Chen Miao felt that Lao Fan was in a strange mood, as if he was drinking.

"I didn't expect that a female writer, a firm patriot, would fall into this way today." Lao Fan was a little depressed.

"Did you see her?" Chen Miao suddenly understood that it was because of this that Lao Fan ordered the dishes alone and started drinking a suffocating wine.

Bad mood.

"Everyone has ambition, we can't force it. Maybe there is a reason for it," Chen Miao said, "just like me."

"You are different from her." Lao Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You can still provide intelligence for the organization on the 76th. What else can she do, as a writer, besides waving flags and shouting for the traitor?"

"You are colleagues in the future. If you show such emotions, it will be troublesome." Chen Miao reminded Lao Fan.

"I know, I just sighed." Lao Fan said, "Go with me to have some drinks."

"It's white, I won't drink it." Chen Miao shook his head and said.

"I knew you didn't like drinking white wine, so I asked you for a bottle of beer." Lao Fan took a bottle of beer like a trick and put it in front of Chen Miao, "Just one bottle, if you want to drink it again, you will make your own account."

"Stingy."

Chen Miao brought a bowl of wine, poured himself a bowl, took a sip and said, "The Wang Puppet wants to sign the Treaty of Basic Sino-Japanese Relations with Japan. Although I don't know the specific content, it should be the publicization of the terms of the "Japan-Wang Secret Agreement" last year. Once this treaty is signed, it basically means that the Japanese government will publicly recognize the Wang Puppet regime."

“When?”

"I guess it's the end of this month, and I don't know the specific time very well. I can't get such a high secret at this location." Chen Miao said.

"Can you get the specific content of this treaty in advance?" Lao Fan asked seriously.

"I'll try, but I don't guarantee it." Chen Miao thought for a moment and nodded.

"You just do your best. The content of such a publicly signed treaty should be made public, otherwise, it would be impossible to recognize it if it was a secret agreement." Lao Fan nodded.

“Have you heard about the **** Circle Plan?”

"Is the one that's hot in the newspapers recently?" Lao Fan nodded.

"The ambition of Japanese imperialism is no longer just China, it also wants to eat the entire East Asia and the South Asian countries in one bite." Chen Miao said, "This is probably a meeting and it will be their established national policy."

“Isn’t it afraid of slapping to death?”

"Isn't the Japanese nation known for being brave and starving to death? "Isn't it true that Japan's current military and financial resources cannot support such a huge strategic plan. Now that he has put forward such a strategic idea, I guess the Japanese army is very likely to take risky actions in the military."

"What's the reason?"

"There is no reason, pure intuition. There are too many fanatical war elements in the Japanese army. Once these people start to make noise, it will be a terrible force. It is not impossible for them to even force the Japanese government to launch a bigger war."

"Do you think this is possible?" Lao Fan frowned.

"I don't think it's impossible, but we don't have to say whether we will fight or not. The initiative in the war is in the hands of others." Chen Miao said, "but we can make corresponding preparations for this."

"You won't let me report to my hometown with just a word of intuition, right?"

"I didn't ask you to report to my hometown, I could even think of it. How could my hometown not be able to think of it? I mean, the focus of the next step of intelligence work is to collect strategic intelligence from the Japanese government to the outside world, and of course, it also includes the adjustment of China's policies." Chen Miao said.

"You mean, strengthen cooperation with farmers?"

"Yes, the farmer is very important. On the 76th, I can access a lot of information now. Basically, I can provide it as long as I need it. However, I can't access some confidential information even if I want to. So, at present, my room for improvement is not much, so I have to slow down and stabilize it." Chen Miao explained, "Then, all we can do is the farmer line. If we ensure that the farmer's intelligence line can continuously obtain information from Japan, we must help him remove the threat."

"You mean, the 'Cherry Blossom Wither' plan you and Zheng Jiayuan have formulated now." Zheng Jiayuan understood Chen Miao's idea.

"Yes, getting rid of Sakurako Ikenai is the most fundamental way."

"Ikenai Sakurako is dead, will the Special High School send someone to continue the investigation?"

"Yes, but not so quickly. Moreover, if newcomers want to understand the situation clearly, it will take time. When the situation will change again, it will be impossible to say." Chen Miao said.

"It's OK, but you have to act carefully." Lao Fan nodded after careful thinking. He didn't agree. This is Zheng Jiayuan's plan. If Chen Miao doesn't cooperate, wouldn't he be suspected?

"By the way, Lao Fan, what do you think of Chu Qingxuan?" Chen Miao asked.

"It is meticulous, decisive and calm, and has a strong demeanor." Lao Fan thought for a while and said.

Chen Miao smiled: "Then you have to do things seriously in the future. Don't fish for three days and dry the net for two days."

"Don't worry, I've always been serious about work and will never give her any chance." Old Fan snorted. He has been working diligently for so many years in Minguang Middle School, which is well-known.

"Congratulations on your new appointment."

"You please give me this."

"What, it's not the wine and food you ordered..."

"I will take my new appointment tomorrow. Don't you invite me to a big meal, celebrate for me?"

"I had known, I wouldn't come!" The chopsticks in Chen Miao's hand started to move, and the two of them were fighting for food like children, facing four or five dishes on the table.

...

"Well……"

"Third brother, what's wrong?"

"I was overeating last night." Chen Miao covered her stomach and smiled bitterly at Liang Xueqin. Why did she and Lao Fan vomit?

"Do you want to take a stomach medicine?" Liang Xueqin asked with concern.

"No need, I won't eat breakfast anymore. I'll go to work in a while. Be careful at home." Chen Miao put down his chopsticks and said.

"I see."

Xiaoqi lowered his head, drinking porridge and laughing. He knew what was going on. The two big men actually played such a childish game.

"Eat quickly, go to work after you finish eating." Chen Miao glared at her eyes and said angrily.

"Oh." Xiao Qi picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it all in one sip.

At this moment, the telephone in the living room suddenly rang.

Chen Miao was about to get up to answer the phone, Xiaoqi put down the bowl, stood up suddenly, ran over, and picked up the phone on the wooden rack.

"Hey, yes... I get it... Third brother will be here soon."

Xiao Qi spoke the phone for a short time, only ten seconds. He turned around and whispered in Chen Miao's ear: "The phone call from Secretary Cao said that Zhang Xiaolin was dead and was shot to death by a bodyguard under his command. The body had been sent to the funeral home."

"Oh, I get it."

"Secretary Cao said that Director Lin has received the news that you will go to the Wanguo Funeral Home first."

"Yes." Chen Miao nodded. Zhang Xiaolin was not a small person. His death would definitely alarm Wang Puppet and the top Japanese army. Next, there would inevitably be a turbulent battle.

If not done well, it will change the existing power structure of the French Concession.
Chapter completed!