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Chapter 1344 Dinner

"Xu Enzeng wants to invite the Director and me to his birthday party?"

Zuo Zhong was holding an invitation in his hand and looked at He Yijun speechlessly. It was already this late and this bastard Xu Enzeng was still playing the game of being tight in the front and tight in the back.

Besides, how could it make sense to celebrate his 50th birthday? Xu Enzeng wasn't afraid of shortening his lifespan. Could it be that he had come to terms with it and was going to use his birthday as an excuse to make money?

He Yijun quickly put away the documents on the desk and replied softly, "It is said that the banquet was held in the police dormitory, and underground party prisoners were also there. Xu Enzeng must be trying to persuade the prisoners to defect in this way."

Zuo Zhong almost laughed out loud. Xu Enzeng was probably daydreaming. If having a meal could persuade the underground party to rebel, then what was the use of the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Military Bureau of Investigation? Wouldn't it be easier to open a restaurant?

But on second thought, this is a good thing. Not only can it take the opportunity to rescue the captured comrades, but it can also give Xu Enzeng an "unforgettable" memory.

Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong decided that he must go to this banquet. Not only him, but also Lao Dai and Gucci had to go. Of course, the more witnesses the better.

"Yijun, please prepare a generous gift for me. I will personally present it to Deputy Director Xu on his birthday!" Zuo Zhong raised a smile and whispered to He Yijun.

A few hours later, several radio waves were sent from the mountain city to the border area garrison, Shanghai and Tokyo, and half of Asia was moved by Xu Enzeng's birthday party.

The puppet government No. 76, the Special Committee on China, the underground party's social department, and the Japanese General Staff all took action. It was such a blessing for Xu Enzeng to have four major intelligence agencies serving him alone. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he died without regrets.

Zuo Zhong also called Wu Chunyang over and gave him instructions: "Withdraw our people gradually. If the Central Bureau of Investigation asks, just say that the First Division has a mission and is short of manpower."

"Also, tell Lao Gu and the others that we will go to Xu Enzeng's birthday party together. We are old friends, so we should give him some face."

After saying this, seeing Wu Chunyang turning around to leave, Zuo Zhong hesitated for a moment and said, "By the way, dispatch another steamer and dock it near the police quarters to wait for orders."

God knows how “lively” Xu Enzeng’s birthday party was. Bullets have no eyes, so it’s better to prepare early.

Wu Chunyang just felt a little itchy in his buttocks, especially the place where he was shot a few years ago. He hurriedly replied "yes" and strode away, leaving Zuo Chong puzzled.
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Time soon came to Xu Enzeng's birthday. A number of luxury cars drove to the police dormitory. In one of the cars, Bai Wenzhi, the director of the Shancheng Police Department, was holding a gift with a dark face.

"Mr. Bai, what are you doing with the gift? Put it down quickly and help me check if the rouge is evenly applied." Mrs. Bai asked as she was applying rouge and powder in front of a small mirror.

"Dad! I want a tumbler! I want a tumbler!" Mr. Bai, who was sitting between the two men, was begging for the toy.

The noisy noise made Bai Wenzhi's head swell, and what made him even more uncomfortable was the gift in his arms, twenty large yellow croakers. Why didn't that bastard Xu Enzeng just die?

Considering how hard he worked, how diligently and how much time he put in, he only caught about a hundred yellow croakers every year, but the other party took away one-fifth of them at a banquet. They were even more ruthless than the Japanese.

Bai Wenzhi became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He raised his hand and slapped his son in the face. Mr. Bai, who had just been crying and shouting, sat down obediently. Mrs. Bai didn't even raise her eyelids, but continued to wipe her lipstick and talk non-stop.

"I heard that Miss He will be here this time too. I have to have a good chat with her. Old Bai, you have been the director for several years. It's time to move up. If Deputy Director Zuo is willing to help, this will definitely work."

Mrs. Bai was nagging there, but Bai Wenzhi was stunned. Yes, if he didn't move up a level, his future in the public sector would be over at his age.

Let’s look at Yang Wei. When he was in Jinling, he was the deputy director and he was the section chief. Now, he is still the director and he is the deputy minister.

In just a few years, the positions of both parties changed dramatically. The reason was simply that Vice Minister Yang clung to Zuo Zhong's thigh.

Since the other person can hug her, why can't he? Thinking of this, Bai Wenzhi's mood suddenly improved.

While Bai Wenzhi and his family were talking, the car stopped in front of the police dormitory. Looking at the brand new house and walls, Old Bai's heart ached again.

"Hahahaha, Director Bai, hello sister-in-law, just come if you want to, why are you so polite?"

Xu Enzeng snatched the gift and handed it to his sister-in-law. The heavy weight and the familiar feel of the gift made him smile so much that wrinkles appeared on his face.

Bai Wenzhi was stunned for a moment, and the gift in his arms disappeared. He could only laugh dryly and congratulate, then dragged his wife and children inside.

At this time, most of the guests had arrived, and dozens of large round tables were almost full. There were also a large number of cooks in the corners making fires and cooking. The service staff were walking back and forth like butterflies flying through flowers, and the group of people were busy as hell.

Look at the dishes in the pot, there is steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail... there is really no such thing, but there are roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, sauce chicken and bacon.

In short, there were all kinds of creatures flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water. Old Xu spent a lot of money on this banquet.

"Old White~"

Bai Wenzhi was looking around when he heard someone calling him. He looked and found that it was Deputy Minister Yang. The smiling Zuo Chong and other senior Military Control Commission officials were also sitting at the same table.

Bai Wenzhi sent his wife and children away, and hurriedly ran to Zuo Zhong's side and stretched out his hands: "Director Zuo, how are you these days?"

Huh? Why is Lao Bai so polite today? Zuo Zhongxin was suspicious and shook the other person's hand.

"Not bad, we are all brothers. Come sit down quickly. Our director will be here soon. Let's have a good meal with Xu Enzeng today. I don't know if this guy will have a chance to celebrate his 60th birthday."

Everyone laughed, and Bai Wenzhi also found a seat and sat down. Seeing his wife chatting with He Yijun at another table, he asked in a low voice what gifts the military officials had given. "Here, it's over there." Song Minghao raised his chin towards the empty space next to him.

Bai Wenzhi turned his head and saw a huge gift box wrapped in brown paper, half a person's height, placed on the open space.

"Old Bai, guess what's inside?" The speaker was Wu Jingzhong.

Bai Wenzhi squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time. He felt that the package looked familiar. After a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth and stammered at Zuo Zhong: "This can't be a clock."

Everyone present smiled mysteriously, neither admitting nor denying, until Gucci finally responded lightly.

"Old Bai, don't underestimate this clock. You know the Imperial Household Department of the previous dynasty? We spent a lot of effort to get this thing."

Hiss~ Bai Wenzhi sucked in a breath of cold air and felt jealous at the same time. Not to mention whether it was auspicious or not, the four words "Former Dynasty's Imperial Household Department" alone were worth a thousand dollars.

As they were talking, Dai Chunfeng arrived late. Everyone hurriedly invited his immediate boss to the seat of honor. Old Dai looked around, frowned and asked.

"Xu Enzeng has lost his mind. The war in Burma is worrying, but he is holding a grand banquet here. If the press knew about this, they would criticize the government for inaction."

No one dared to respond. Zuo Zhong poured a cup of tea for the cheap teacher and said to him in a comforting tone, "Teacher, if Xu Enzeng wants to use soft tactics to influence the underground party prisoners, let him do it. Anyway, the Military Control Commission will not be punished."

As he said, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics agents arrived with the prisoners before he could finish his words. The guests looked at each other in silence, not knowing what Xu Enzeng was up to.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Xu Enzeng howled and then explained, "The chairman is kind-hearted and willing to give these dissidents a chance to repent. As subordinates, we naturally have to obey his orders."

He looked at the captives, his tone full of temptation: "As long as you are willing to cooperate with the government to suppress the rebellion, prosperity and wealth are just around the corner. Okay, go and eat, but you must think carefully while eating, and don't go down a blind path."

So that's what it is. The guests understood that this was a plan to lure the underground party into surrender, so they no longer cared about this and started toasting their glasses.

The underground party prisoners looked at each other, and the leader lifted his shackles and walked to the round table and sat down. He first picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

As he ate, he whispered, "Comrades, only when we are full can we have the strength to fight the enemy. The people's money on the table cannot be wasted on these insects."

As soon as these words were spoken, the prisoners smiled, sat down one by one and started to eat heartily, and some even commented on the food.

Fei Wu was wrong in what he said before. There were many people in the underground party who came from wealthy and prominent families, but they resolutely gave up their comfortable lives and devoted themselves to the life-threatening cause.

Speaking of Fei Wu, the director of the Special Economic Investigation Office has been looking at his watch frequently since the meeting began, appearing very anxious, as if he is waiting for something.

What’s interesting is that the deputy director of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics held a banquet, but the director of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics Zhu Liuxian, the chief secretary Shen Dongxin, and the director of the intelligence department Meng Ting were not present, confirming the rumors of discord among the top leaders of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Zuo Zhong raised his glass and clinked it with Gu Qi's. He glanced in the direction of the dormitory gate, ready to run away at any time. Gu Qi and others who knew about the situation also looked around.

Halfway through the banquet, Dai Chunfeng turned his head and asked Zuo Zhong: "Shen Zhong, when will the big show you mentioned start?"

"Teacher, it's almost done." Zuo Zhong answered in a low voice, looking quite excited.

The sun was setting, and the warm spring breeze from the river bank made the guests feel intoxicated. A temporary troupe of actors sang the Kunqu opera in a melodious voice.

Perhaps because the number of Japanese bombings had decreased recently, Xu Enzeng ignored the air defense control regulations and had someone bring in several electric lights, illuminating the banquet venue as if it were daytime.

In an alley near the police dormitory, Peng Tianjue was about to say something to the underground party operatives when the sentry came running to report a discovery to him.

"Captain, there are several unknown groups of people around, and it looks like they are also heading for the target."

"How many shares?"

"Yes, at least three groups of unknown personnel."

Peng Tianjue was confused. What was going on? Shouldn't there be only... His thoughts paused for a moment, and he wondered if the organization had sent other people to carry out the rescue mission? Then why didn't they tell him?

After thinking for a few seconds, Peng Tianjue ordered to act according to the plan and that the first shot must not be fired without receiving the order to shoot.

In the alley opposite, Wu Sibao, wearing a mask and night clothes, pulled the bolt of his gun and swaggered towards the police dormitory with traitor No. 76.

Further away, the Japanese spy chief and "Fujiwara", as well as Kujo Wataru and others, who were dressed in the same way, were ready for battle.

Three teams in different positions moved quickly in the same direction. The secret sentries of the Central Bureau of Investigation along the way were eliminated silently. Zuo Chong, who was far away, filled his glass with wine and stood up to prepare to have a drink with Xu Enzeng.