If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

Mingjing drove to pick up Chen Qing early in the morning. The white Mercedes-Benz was parked in front of the clinic. Mingjing got out of the car, her white suit skirt making her look capable and elegant. She looked radiant.

After Chen Qing's massage and treatment, she felt more relaxed than ever before, and her spirits were also very high. This Dr. Chen is indeed quite skilled.

Chen Qing, dressed in a sharp suit, came out of the clinic, causing Mingjing to stare blankly for two seconds.

This man is quite handsome and has a good physique, but he insists on making a living through his talent!

The car drove towards Suzhou, the car filled with the faint scent of gardenia soap, mixed with Chen Qing's cheerful laughter. The two chatted back and forth, and no matter what topic Mingjing brought up, he could easily respond and offer his own insights. Talking with him was like a gentle breeze.

Having traveled from the future, Chen Qing's knowledge far surpasses that of Ming Jing.

Upon arriving at the Suzhou factory, Chen Qing immediately discussed the details of cultivating penicillin bacteria with Dr. Huang's team, while Ming Jing was busy directing the workers to make final adjustments to the machines.

They were busy until noon before leaving the factory to have lunch at Songhelou Restaurant in Suzhou.

The car drove slowly along the stone-paved road beside the moat. The weeping willows on both banks had sprouted new green leaves, and their branches gently brushed the water's surface, creating ripples.

The waiter immediately greeted them warmly and led them to the window seats that had been reserved on the second floor.

The boats with awnings ply the river, the boatmen rowing and humming soft Suzhou storytelling, creating an extremely pleasant scene.

On the table were blue and white porcelain tableware, a dish of squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, a dish of braised eel in sizzling oil, a dish of stir-fried shrimp and water shield soup, and rice.

Mingjing picked up a piece of mandarin fish and put it into Chen Qing's bowl: "Eat more, you're exhausted this morning, I'll need you to give me a massage when we get back."

Chen Qing swallowed the food in his mouth and replied with a smile, "No problem, I guarantee you'll be comfortable."

After finishing their meal, Mingjing suddenly said, "I need to go get something, and then we'll go back."

Chen Qing nodded and said, "Alright, I'm free anyway, I'll stay with you today."

Mingjing drove to the Suzhou Antique City.

Mingjing parked the car in front of an inconspicuous antique shop with familiarity. The paint on the shop sign, "Guyuexuan," was peeling off, making it look somewhat old.

She picked up her handbag, pushed open the door, got out of the car, and walked into the store.

Just as Chen Qing was about to get off the car, his gaze inadvertently swept over the shop assistant at the entrance of the antique shop.

The waiter had his hands tucked into his sleeves, but his eyes weren't as warm as those of a typical shopkeeper. Instead, they held a hint of wariness and anxiety as he occasionally glanced at the street corner.

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong with this antique shop; there was an ambush! Judging from the situation, it was most likely a spy from the 76th Division!

He shoved the car door open, trying to stop her, but it was too late; Mingjing's foot had already crossed the threshold of the shop.

As soon as Mingjing stepped into the store, she sensed something was off. The familiar owner was nowhere to be seen, and several unfamiliar men in plain clothes were scattered around the shelves, staring at her warily.

Her heart tightened, and she instantly realized what had happened. Keeping her expression calm, she lowered her head and turned to leave, saying, "I'm sorry, I went the wrong way."

"Miss, wait a moment." A tall, burly man suddenly blocked her way, a fake smile on his face. "Excuse me, what time is it?"

Mingjing suppressed the panic in her heart, glanced at her watch, and said in a calm voice, "It's 2:30."

"Since it's 2:30, you must be here to sell something, miss?"

"Get out of here!" Mingjing's face darkened.

But as soon as she finished speaking, the expressions of the "customers" around her changed instantly. They all pulled out the pistols from their waists, and the dark muzzles were all pointed at her.

At the same time, Chen Qing, who had just rushed to the store entrance, felt a chill on the back of his head as a cold gun barrel was pressed against him. A sinister voice came from behind him: "Don't move! Move and I'll shoot you dead!"

Mingjing stared at the gun barrels around him, his face turning deathly pale. He shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "What right do you have to arrest people? Let me tell you, I have connections. If you dare lay a finger on me, you'll be sorry!"

"Ha, you have connections up here?" The lead agent sneered. "Once you're at 76, we don't care who's above you, you're in for a world of hurt! Take him away!"

The agents swarmed forward, twisted Mingjing's arms behind her back, and dragged her away despite her struggles.

Chen Qing was also being shoved by the agents behind him, with the muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of his head, rendering him unable to move.

The two were put into a car and taken back to Shanghai, where they entered No. 76.

Chen Qing sighed inwardly, "Damn it, this is bad luck. It's the 76th again. Mingjing has no sense of warning at all."

Number 76, Liang Zhongchun's office.

The plaque on the wall that read "Serve the Country with Utmost Loyalty" looked particularly ironic, perfectly complementing the slickness on Liang Zhongchun's face.

Mingcheng leaned back on the mahogany sofa, his legs crossed high, sipping tea slowly from a celadon teacup between his fingers.

"So, did you do as I said? Nantian Yangzi didn't give you any trouble, did she?"

Liang Zhongchun wore a fawning smile: "It all comes down to you, Brother Acheng! I'll just admit it outright, the Japanese haven't given us a single penny of funding for No. 76. We can't just starve, can we? We have elderly parents and young children to support, wives and kids to raise. You've cut off my source of income, so from now on, the Special Higher Police can go after the anti-Japanese elements themselves!"

He then changed the subject, saying, "But Yoko Nanta is no pushover either; she wants a piece of the smuggling business too."

Mingcheng raised an eyebrow: "Leave this to me. I'll talk to her and make sure she's satisfied."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Cheng!" Liang Zhongchun immediately put on a lewd smile. "Look at you, so handsome and dashing, Nantian Yangzi would be completely smitten with you! At worst, you can sacrifice a little of your charm to seduce this Japanese woman, make her your family, and then we'll be able to walk sideways in 76th Street, right?"

He had barely finished speaking when the office door was flung open with a bang, and a secret agent burst in, panting: "Reporting, Director Liang! Captain Zhang has captured two anti-Japanese elements, and we initially suspect they are Communists. Do you wish to interrogate them immediately?"

"The Red Party?" Liang Zhongchun sat up straight, his eyes lighting up, and asked, "What's their name?"

"One is named Chen Qing, and the other is named Ming Jing," the agent answered honestly.

"Holy crap!" Liang Zhongchun slapped his thigh, his lewd expression instantly turning into panic.

"Holy shit!" Mingcheng sprang up from the sofa, pulled out his sidearm, and his face was filled with murderous intent. "Who's got a death wish, daring to arrest my older sister!"

After saying that, he pushed aside the little spy at the door and rushed out, leaving the bewildered little spy and the panicked Liang Zhongchun behind.

"No, Chief, is there something wrong with these two people?" The junior agent looked bewildered, completely clueless.

"This is a huge problem!" Liang Zhongchun exclaimed angrily, frantically searching for his cane. "This isn't just about arresting two Red Party members; that bastard Zhang Zhijiang has brought back two of my ancestors!"

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