Dongxinghui Road, Old Stories of Piaoju

Winter 1938, Shantou Port. Huang Jianeng carried the rattan box and stepped off the freighter returning from Nanyang. Four people were waiting for him on the dock. Grandpa Huang Kunhe, an overseas Chinese leader in Bangkok, was killed three months ago, but the murderer was not caught. There are only two words in his last words - Tangshan. Huang Jianeng came back to take over: the overseas Chinese batch pipeline left by his grandfather, a secret transportation line from Bangkok to Shantou via Hong Kong. Medicines, military expenditures, and intelligence were hidden in the mezzanine of the Danjia sampan and in the secret compartments under the salt workers' poles, passing through the Japanese navy's blockade and flowing to the front line in western Fujian. But as soon as he got off the boat, Grandpa's nemesis - Yuichi Watanabe, the director of the Special Higher Education Course - was already waiting for him. At sea, the searchlight of the cruiser Tianlong swept across the mudflats every night; on the shore, Watanabe's secret reconnaissance network closed in from the outside. The requirement to put a note in a tree hole every three days is driving a person to a desperate situation. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.