A Republic-era tycoon started as a secretary at Tianjin Railway Station

Chapter 10 The Mysterious Phone Call

"Director, I have something I want to report to you!"

Back at the Military Mediation Office, Zuo Lan was still shaken, but she forced herself to calm down and immediately called her superiors to report on her work.

"Zuo Lan? What happened?"

The voice of Deng Ming, the person in charge of the Tianjin Navy Mediation Office, came from the other end of the phone.

Since the military mediation period has ended, the military mediation office in Tianjin is also going to be withdrawn. Not long ago, Deng Ming left Tianjin and went to Beiping.

As the deputy representative, Zuo Lan naturally became the de facto head of the Military Mediation Office.

Otherwise, Zuo Lan would not have acted on her own initiative, as none of the leaders who could supervise her were around.

Hearing her old leader's kind voice, Zuo Lan felt a mix of emotions. She organized her thoughts and finally told Deng Ming the whole story of what had happened that day.

"I'm glad you're alright. Just make sure you don't do anything so disorganized and undisciplined again!"

After listening to Zuo Lan's report, Deng Ming on the other end of the phone first comforted Zuo Lan, and then gave her a stern criticism.

"Yes, I accept the criticism!"

Seeing Zuo Lan's serious attitude, Deng Ming's tone softened considerably as he said:

"Jinhai is far too dangerous. Come to Beiping tomorrow, and I'll send someone to pick you up!"

"Director, I haven't finished handling the aftermath at the Military Mediation Office yet, and there won't be enough time tomorrow!"

Upon hearing that Deng Ming wanted to transfer her away, even though Zuo Lan already knew this, she still subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"The cleanup can be left to others, but your safety is more important!"

The enemy may have failed to capture you this time, but there's no guarantee they won't try again!

You are isolated and helpless in Tianjin; you must evacuate as soon as possible!

This is good for you, and for...the other comrades!

Zuo Lan naturally understood that the other comrades Deng Ming mentioned included Yu Zecheng.

Although the phone call between Zuo Lan and Deng Ming was on a dedicated line, making the risk of being wiretapped by the Security Bureau very low, the matter of Yu Zecheng's identity was top secret and could not be casually discussed over the phone.

Seeing that Deng Ming's tone had become somewhat unquestionable, Zuo Lan finally stopped insisting and said:

"yes!"

After Zuo Lan agreed, Deng Ming on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before speaking again:

"You said you received a threatening phone call from Ma Kui this afternoon. Did he mention it when you met?"

"No, that's what I find strange too, but it could also be that it happened so suddenly that Ma Kui didn't have time to say anything!"

In fact, even without Deng Ming's reminder, Zuo Lan realized that the phone call she received that afternoon was strange.

The key point is that Ma Kui had absolutely no reason to call him!

"Alright, I understand. I'll investigate this matter. As for you, get some rest tonight and prepare for the evacuation tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Zuo Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

She had experienced so much today, especially her near-death experience tonight, something she had never encountered before.

At that moment, it was like a movie playing in her mind, with scenes flashing before her eyes, but in the end, she focused her attention on the phone.

She had a vague suspicion that the call wasn't made by Ma Kui, but rather by someone trying to warn her to be careful of him!

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The culprit that Zuo Lan was thinking about day and night—Hong Zhong—was driving up to Binjiang Road.

It was late at night when they left the army hospital. Wu Jingzhong wasn't a capitalist, so he didn't make everyone work overtime. He told the other leaders at the station to go home and rest, and that they could talk about it tomorrow.

Hong Zhong did not stay in the office to rest, but borrowed a car from the motorcade and went to Mrs. Ma's house.

Just kidding. Now that Ma Kui is dead, Mrs. Ma is a widow. How could I bear to let her continue to be a widow?

"Brother Zhong, you're finally here!"

As soon as he knocked on the door, Mrs. Ma dribbled into his arms with a swift, powerful thrust.

Faced with this "surprise attack," Hong Zhong subconsciously interpreted the sentence as, "You rascal, why did it take you so long?"

"Something came up at the station and I was held up. Are you alright?"

After closing the door, Hong Zhong stroked the silk cheongsam on Mrs. Ma's body, as if he wanted to measure this great land with his hands, from the high mountains to the basin!

"After the shelling, their operation was canceled, and I was released!"

Back in Hong Zhong's safe embrace, Mrs. Ma's eyes reddened slightly again.

"It's good that you're back. Have the enemy surveillance outside left too?"

"They've all left. What happened?"

"I don't know, it seems like an assassination attempt!"

Hong Zhong certainly couldn't say that your husband was dead, so he only gave a vague explanation.

Mrs. Ma wanted to ask more questions, but Hong Zhong didn't give her the chance and shut her up.

For a moment, Mrs. Ma seemed to have no time to think about anything else and was completely absorbed in her verbal battle with Hong Zhong.

Then Hong Zhongyi used all his strength to pick her up and carry her towards the bedroom!

Mrs. Ma once said to other military officers' wives at the mahjong table:

"That stuff in bed isn't simple; it takes skill!"

He also said, "The more learned a person is, the more likely they are to dabble in these kinds of things!"

Some of her words are not baseless; there are facts to support them!

For example, the root of this matter lies with Hong Zhong, something even Hong Zhong himself didn't expect:

He looks like a frail scholar, but how come he's so vigorous in this area?

"what……"

In the dead of night, a series of piercing screams suddenly fell silent throughout the house.

The bedroom light was still on, and the cheongsam, which had long been torn to shreds, was scattered on the floor. One high heel was by the door, and the other was in front of the cabinet.

Lying in Hong Zhong's arms on the large bed, Mrs. Ma sighed:

"Brother Zhong, the years I've been married to Ma Kui are nothing compared to a few nights of pleasure with you!"

Hong Zhong leaned against the headboard, stroking Mrs. Ma's smooth, mirror-like back, and said:

Is it really that good?

"Of course!"

Upon hearing Hong Zhong question her words, Mrs. Ma immediately got up, causing an earthquake in the Southern Hemisphere.

I never would have guessed that Mrs. Ma was such a hidden talent!

"Okay, okay, I believe you!"

Seeing that Hong Zhong believed her words, Mrs. Ma rested her head on Hong Zhong's chest again, and said with a hint of lingering affection:

"It's a pity that if I go back to Shanghai, I'll never see you again!"

Hong Zhong originally wanted to tell her to stay, but the words just wouldn't come out.

The reason Mrs. Ma was still able to live here was to lure Ma Kui out.

Now that Ma Kui is dead, Mrs. Ma has lost her value. Ma Kui's house has been ransacked, leaving Mrs. Ma with little property. Even the house belongs to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

It's estimated that the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics will take the house back soon.

At that time, in the vast city of Tianjin, there would be no place for Mrs. Ma to stand. If she didn't return to Shanghai, where could she go?

As for himself, he's just a lowly secretary now, and he can only live in the office. How can he support such an official's wife?

Now that Zuo Lan has been successfully rescued, the most urgent task is to figure out how to make money!