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Chapter 2447 Whose medicine is it?

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    Zhang Tianhao really didn¡¯t expect to use this method to transport medicines.

    "Would you like to ask?"

    "You really need to ask!"

    He also nodded, then looked at the entire study, he squatted down directly, and then

    Sun Xinxin used this radio to send the report just now.

    Soon, the radio station was set up and started sending reports to Yan'an. Now he needed to consult. He had obtained this batch of medicines to see if the underground party comrades had worked hard to get them.

    If it is, he still has to return it, and he has to return it twice as much. After all, he does have a lot of medicine on him, and he still has twenty or thirty boxes.

    Last night, there must have been at least thirty or forty boxes of medicines stolen from the hospital.

    "Compared with this pack of ordinary medicines, the medicines on his body are more precious. After all, few people sell them outside.

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    In Yan'an, Minister Li had just finished lunch when he received an unfamiliar radio signal.

    Qin Yuxiang and Xiaoyu also know, and no fifth person will know.

    "Why does this guy have the heart to send me a telegram? That's what it is!"

    "I found a batch of medicines. I suspect they are ours. I sent a telegram directly. How could this guy be so lucky? He found medicines!" He also sighed, and then began to send people to send telegrams to the underground party in Shanghai.  Come for confirmation.

    If it is true, then I hope Zhang Tianhao will return the medicine. If not, then I hope the medicine can be sent there. After all, medicine is indispensable to that force.

    "Little Luo, send a telegram to Lao Zhang in Shanghai and inquire about a missing batch of medicines." He immediately gave serious instructions to the telegraph operator next to him.

    "yes!"

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    After Zhang Tianhao turned off his phone, he relaxed and stood at the window looking at the road outside.

    At this time, on the road outside, the four servants of the original family also packed their things and left the villa directly. Although they were just hired, they were driven away now.

    Each one of them looked at the door of Zhang Tianhao's house with some reluctance. After all, work here at Zhang Tianhao is quite easy, and there are not a lot of troubles like others.

    In addition, and most importantly, work here is easy.

    "Master, these people have all left. My name is Sun Yue, and Xiaomeng and the others are coming over. What do you think? Also, how many people should be arranged to come over!"

    "Five people, two women and three men. Usually three people are enough to guard the house. The others just buy some vegetables and cook." He thought for a moment and gave some casual instructions.

    "Yes! I will arrange for people to come in shortly."

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    In Zhang¡¯s antique store in Shanghai, Lao Zhang was sitting in front of the counter, greeting the customers, and the waiter actually walked in from outside.

    After all, he traveled a lot, talked to Boss Liu over there, and explained some things.

    It¡¯s just that the clerk didn¡¯t know the purpose of Lao Zhang asking him to inform Lao Liu. He just thought it was a business matter.

    At this moment, Lao Zhang suddenly looked up and looked at the door. He originally wanted to call the waiter, but he saw a familiar female figure appearing at the door of his antique shop.

    "Oh, miss, please, please!"

    At this time, Lao Zhang¡¯s expression was stunned for a moment, and then he came over and greeted him directly, saying something very polite.

    "Boss, didn't I buy a pen from you last time? I still owe you a dollar, so I brought it to you today. I'm really sorry."

    The woman walked to the counter and greeted Lao Zhang with a smile.

    "Oh, miss, if you don't tell me, I will almost forget it. Look at my memory, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry!"

    Lao Zhang said loudly, and after he finished speaking, he asked in a low voice: "Xiaomeng, didn't I say that you don't want to come here casually?"

    "It's like this. The superior just sent a telegram asking about the medicine. It's all my fault. I lost the medicine and now it seems that someone has taken it. Do you want to meet with them and get the medicine?  return."

    Xiaomeng was a little embarrassed and took out some French currency from her body, then counted a few cents from it, and put it on the counter while counting.

    "Xiaomeng, you can't go out anymore. You know how dangerous it is for you to come here. The spies are arresting you everywhere. If something happens to you, it will be a big deal. Go back and call your superiors and tell them it's our medicine."??Ask how to hand over.  I'll go find you tonight!  "

    "Um!"

    When Xiao Meng heard this, she also knew what Lao Zhang meant. After all, Xiao Meng had lost the medicine, and now her superiors came to ask, so she ran over.

    If A Feng were here, he would find that Xiao Meng was the girl who put the key in Zhang Tianhao's pocket during dinner that day.

    And watching Xiao Meng leave, Lao Zhang also sighed, put away a few 12-cent French coins, and frowned slightly.

    ¡°After all, the medicine fell into the hands of other comrades on the line and did not fall into the hands of the secret agents. This is already a blessing among misfortunes.

    But how to contact the other party is a problem, and who to send there is also a problem.

    After thinking for a while, Lao Zhang gave up all other distracting thoughts. At least he still believed in his superiors and his comrades. He also believed that since it fell into the hands of comrades on other lines, he would not have any big problems here.  .

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    And Zhang Tianhao was stunned at home when he received the message from Yan'an Minister Li again. He really guessed that he was really from the underground party.

    With the departure of An Ran's two daughters, he had no chance to contact the underground party in Shanghai. He really didn't know some of the things that happened in the underground party.

    "Master, is it done?"

    Watching Zhang Tianhao pack things up and put the radio on the floor

    "By the way, Ah Feng, you go and do your work first. I don't have anything to do here. In addition, prepare a car for me at night. It's best to use a fake license plate number. I will use it at night."

    "yes!"

    Ah Feng began to make arrangements for him, and Zhang Tianhao also put on makeup and left the villa. He was going to visit the Chen family.

    Or rather, it¡¯s a date with Chen Wanqing. After all, it¡¯s appropriate to go to the Chen family to see Chen Wanqing.

    In the small courtyard of the Chen family, Chen Wanqing held her child and walked around the courtyard, teasing Chen Niandou from time to time. Zhang Tianhao agreed to change his surname to Chen, which made the entire Chen family more and more satisfied with Qin Yuwen, their son-in-law.  

    After all, not everyone has the courage to name their first son after his wife.

    The happiest person among them is Mr. Chen. After all, seeing his grandson, and his surname is Chen, how could he not be extremely excited.

    "dad!"

    After Zhang Tianhao walked in, he also called out politely, and then prepared to take his son for a hug.

    But before he could hold him over, the child immediately started crying when he saw him. The cry was completely different from what it was just half a minute ago.

    "Yuwen, let's hold him. You kid, I guess the baby is too old to be born and I don't want you to hold it!" Mrs. Chen next to her couldn't help laughing when she saw it.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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