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Su Mosheng is an economic expert and currently serves as a senior advisor to the Ministry of Economic Affairs—the title of advisor is somewhat nominal, yet very substantial.

In terms of real power, an advisor may not even have as much power as a section chief.

However, advisors usually exist as staff members, serving the heads of the Ministry of Economic Affairs. Their opinions are taken into consideration by the heads of the Ministry of Economic Affairs, and these professionals are invited to participate in some important economic decisions made by the Nationalist government.

The scope of their contact is far beyond what a section chief or department head can imagine!

[Ye Xiufeng's classmate from the US, and the economic advisor whose name is similar to Su Mosheng's in Kunming, is actually Qingsong!]

This explains why Yuan Nong, an old underground worker, was in charge of the Qingsong Intelligence Group, and also explains why the Qingsong Intelligence Group was relatively large.

On the way back, Zhang Anping thought about Su Mosheng's identity and weighed whether or not to have someone contact him.

He finally made a decision:

Do not contact Qingsong for now!
The biggest crisis for the Qingsong intelligence group lies with Wang Tianfeng. He is secretly cooperating with the Party's Bureau of Communications within the Ministry of Economic Affairs, using a feigned approach to secretly advance his own agenda, posing a great threat to Qingsong. However, Qingsong is Su Mosheng, Ye Xiufeng's classmate, and the Party's Bureau of Communications' cooperation with Wang Tianfeng cannot bypass him.

In this way, the so-called "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass" actually posed no danger to Qingsong.

Once Wang Tianfeng is dealt with, "Qingsong" can be removed from the Ministry of Economic Affairs by substituting one person for another, and the matter will be resolved peacefully.

Zhang Anping naturally did not need to make contact with him.

Having determined the temporary strategy for dealing with Qingsong, Zhang Anping then focused his attention on the present.

He currently has three most crucial tasks at hand:
First, tomorrow's "open window" (referring to a closed or unavailable space);
Second, assassinate Wang Tianfeng;
Third, Yuan Nong!
Zhang Anping doesn't care about the "open window" plan right now. Even if something unexpected happens during the process, he can cover for it and ensure that no unforeseen problems arise.

As for assassinating Wang Tianfeng, all that's needed is to wait for the right time—he can do it himself, and as long as no major accidents occur, there shouldn't be any problems.

On the contrary, Yuan Nong was the one who caused Zhang Anping the most worry.

Fang Minghui's miraculous return to life dashed Zhang Anping's hopes of using a fake death drug to save him—although he was the de facto head of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, it was simply impossible for him to rescue Yuan Nong silently.

Moreover, for the sake of the overall situation, it is not appropriate to rescue him from the hands of those in secrecy.

What will Yuan Nong face next?
The endless torture continued until it was determined that he was as hard as a rock, or that "Qingsong" had successfully withdrawn and Yuan Nong had lost his value—otherwise, he would have to endure all kinds of torture indefinitely.

[I'll only torment Wang Tianfeng myself after he dies, under the guise of venting my anger, and I'll try to make his injuries look as serious as possible...]

After making his decision, Zhang Anping sighed inwardly, thinking that he was probably the only one who treated his father-in-law this way.

……

When Zhang Anping returned home, he chose to keep quiet about Yuan Nong's matter and did not tell his wife. He believed that Zeng Moyi would not act on her emotions after hearing the news, but after all, he was like a father to Zeng Moyi. If his wife knew, it would only increase her worries. It was better to tell her after everything had settled down.

The next day, Zhang Anping changed into a brand-new general's uniform, but without the large array of medals on his chest. Before leaving home, he made several phone calls, informing the person on the other end:
It's ready for registration!
After leaving home, a cold and resolute expression appeared on his face.

The Bureau of Secrecy, its headquarters.

The atmosphere today is unusually... somber.

Yesterday, Wang Tianfeng suddenly launched an attack on Mao Renfeng, followed by Zhang Anping mocking Mao Renfeng in public as "enduring hardship and biding his time" and ambitious. Then, a brutal crackdown on the "underground party" was launched. Although most people did not understand why the war suddenly spread to the underground party, everyone knew that today's bureau meeting would definitely have a fierce clash.

Will the anti-Zhang alliance achieve a resounding victory, or will the Zhang faction continue its crushing dominance?
Today's bureau meeting will definitely produce a result!

"If you ask me, it would be best to just decide the winner directly. Ever since the reorganization, there has been constant infighting, each time more intense than the last. The higher-ups change every few days, and every time a new officer is appointed, we, the ones in charge, have to figure things out for a long time. It's so annoying!"

"Let's settle this quickly! Whether Commander Zhang wins or Director Mao wins, things need to calm down!"

The fierce infighting at the top led to extremely frequent personnel changes at the middle level, and the lower-level spies were thoroughly tormented.

In fact, after the occupation of Yan'an, everyone thought they could finally settle down. However, those scoundrels with ulterior motives used their bureaucratic skills to escalate Zhang Anping's strategy layer by layer, causing even more suffering to those below.

Moreover, after this ordeal, the prestige of the title "Commander Zhang" seems to have diminished considerably—mainly because the people below him suffered terribly. In the past, Zhang Anping's prestige was based on his invincibility, and many spies believed that Commander Zhang could lead them to a better life.

But after all this turmoil, the spies below basically gave up and just wanted to live a peaceful life as soon as possible. This endless turmoil was too much for them.

That's why grassroots spies have such sentiments.

What about the mid-level spies?
"Tell me, which wind is blowing more heavily, the east or the west?"

"I think it's highly likely that the east will prevail over the west."

"Indeed, the west end is ultimately just a flock of crows..."

His companion interrupted him in a panic, stopping him from continuing: "Are you out of your mind? Even if Xi Tou is overpowered, I can still take you down like it's nothing!"

"So what if we have to clean it up?" the agent said, adopting a "what's the use" attitude.
"In the past, we were fighting the Japanese. We endured and tolerated any grievances for the sake of the overall situation. But now? Since the reorganization, there's basically nothing of real importance left. We used to think that he could lead us to a bright future, but now it seems that he's only good at external struggles. When it comes to internal struggles, he's utterly incompetent!"
A great hand of cards, played worse and worse!
This time, he could have taken his time and worked things out gradually, but he insisted on rushing things. Otherwise, we wouldn't have this mess in front of us now.

His companion was terrified and hurriedly covered his colleague's mouth. "You know, that rabble was already courting death, and now they even dare to criticize that person?!"
Don't want to die?
The conversation ended there.

As the saying goes, walls have ears. The two thought it was just a private whisper, but little did they know that the sound had drifted not far away—and Wang Tianfeng, expressionless, acted as the sixth ear.

The constant internal strife is not only frustrating for me, but also for my subordinates!

Who would have said such things about him in private before?

But how could you possibly know the urgency in his heart?

Wang Tianfeng sighed softly. Sometimes he resented Zhang Anping for being too hasty in the current situation of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, but at other times he agreed with Zhang Anping's decisions. Those shocking things were like rotting flesh on a scar. Cutting them off repeatedly was useless. If the wound wasn't healed, the rotten flesh would keep growing back.

"If only the boss were still here!"

Wang Tianfeng murmured softly, "If Dai Chunfeng were still in charge of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, who among his subordinates would keep jumping around like this?"

Even if one is acting recklessly, how can one abandon public duty for private gain?
At this moment, several cars drove into the headquarters. Wang Tianfeng stood by the window, watching silently.

Zhang Anping got out of the car.

cold!
Despite the considerable distance between them, Wang Tianfeng still felt a strange chill. For some reason, at this moment, Wang Tianfeng felt that Zhang Anping had an urge to overturn the table.

[Flipping the table?]

Wang Tianfeng closed his eyes. "Can you?"

At this moment, Wang Tianfeng was not the only one paying attention to Zhang Anping; many, many people were hiding behind the window, quietly watching Zhang Anping.

Because everyone knows that at the upcoming bureau meeting, this person will either be all-powerful or be attacked by the masses!
"Hiss—something's not right with this guy's expression! Something's fishy!"

"Something's not right—he's not really going to flip the table, is he?"

"No...it can't be right?"

Many veterans began to mutter to themselves, "If Zhang Anping really flips the table, then... then what's the point of playing this game?"
Even Mao Renfeng couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment.

"This guy, he wouldn't... he wouldn't really want to flip the table, would he?" "The Secret Service is your uncle's life's work, if you flip the table..."

Mao Renfeng thought to herself, "Then you're a rebellious nephew!"

Time continued to tick by amidst the unease of everyone at headquarters. As nine o'clock approached, everyone's breathing slowed, fearing that their breath might be the spark that ignited the powder keg.

At 8:57, the last senior executive entered the conference room.

Typically, before the main character arrives at the meeting room, the attendees at the bureau meeting are whispering among themselves – "We've finally gone from being the daughter-in-law to the mother-in-law, can't we relax a bit?"
But this time, the meeting room was eerily quiet. The people present exchanged glances from time to time, but no one uttered a sound. Most of their gazes fell on the two empty seats in the main room from time to time.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The sound of guards snapping to attention came from outside. Normally, this was a "secret signal," and everyone in the conference room would consciously stop whispering until Zhang Anping and Mao Renfeng entered.

The door to the conference room was pushed open by the guards, and Mao Renfeng's slightly plump figure came into view.

Mao Renfeng always arrived at the meeting room right on time. In the past, Zhang Anping would arrive a minute early as a token of respect for Mao Renfeng, the acting director. But this time, Mao Renfeng arrived right on time, while Zhang Anping was nowhere to be seen.

Since Zhang Anping didn't take the lead in standing up, the people sitting around the oval conference table rose sparsely to show respect. Mao Renfeng's lips twitched, and he gestured for everyone to sit down.

Without Zhang Anping's presence, this play cannot proceed!

Mao Renfeng could only pretend to doze off, but his unease inexplicably began to increase.

Are you really going to... flip the table?

The others had the same thought, and their expressions all turned ugly—this brat, this is your uncle's life's work, how dare you!

how dare you!
The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and everyone in the conference room was stunned. Could it be Zhang Anping's footsteps?

The conference room door was kicked open, and Mao Renfeng's secretary appeared, covered in sweat.

"Chief, something's happened!"

Mao Renfeng thought to himself: Zhang Anping is dead?!

"Speak, what is it!"

The secretary, slightly flustered, said, "Director Wang of the GFB's Personnel Department called, questioning why you didn't approve the change of the list filing?"

Of course, the original words weren't so pleasant; they were quite harsh—"Do they even respect me, the Director of the Personnel Department? They actually went through a vice minister to file a report!"

Mao Renfeng was bewildered: "A list? What list are you referring to for filing?"

"It's about the list of cadres transferred to the Party Affairs Bureau—the list of a dozen people has become sixty-eight people. Director Jiang said he only found out about this when the records were being filed."

what?
The list of a dozen people has grown to sixty-eight?!

This sentence was like a huge meteorite thrown into a calm lake.

What a joke! When they were finalizing the list of more than a dozen people, they all came to Zhang Anping crying, as if they were being torn apart – these were all their core henchmen, and losing two of them at once would be fatal!

But now, how did it become sixty-eight people?
Wouldn't this mean exchanging out almost half of the secret service's cadres?

hmmmm?
Holy crap, are they trying to get rid of all my trusted men?!
The elders were furious.

"What happened? How come I didn't know about something this big?"

"Sixty-eight people—why not just send the entire Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to the Party's Intelligence Bureau?!"

"Slap—Old Mao, what do you mean by this?"

Some people got angry and, no longer caring about showing respect to Mao Renfeng, slammed their fists on the table and stood up to question her.

"I don't know anything!" Mao Renfeng retorted angrily, "If I knew, would I not tell you?"

After Mao Renfeng said that, everyone finally realized what was happening and managed to control their emotions for the time being—logically speaking, given their composure, they wouldn't have lost their temper so easily.

For example: If you have 100,000 in savings and suddenly 90,000 disappears, wouldn't you be worried?
This completely damages fundamental interests; who wouldn't be anxious?
The list of cadres to be exchanged must include the most core confidants—a faction (clique). There are many people, that's true, but how many core cadres can hold the core positions?
The list of cadres to be transferred is intended to purge cadres in these core positions; it is not a list of unqualified individuals!
The loss of a core position means the relinquishment of a great deal of power.

Once a power is lost, a faction (or stronghold) becomes a castle in the air, a fortress on the beach, which vanishes with a gust of wind or a crash of waves!
Some people gritted their teeth and were about to utter Zhang Anping's name, but they held back at the crucial moment—the meeting room was not only filled with them, but also with Zhang Anping's direct subordinates, as well as the elders and high-ranking members of the Jiangshan faction who had not established their own factions and were closely aligned with Zhang Anping. These people were now eyeing him covetously; let them try to curse him!
Wow!
Suddenly, the sound of guards moving in unison came from outside.

coming!

Everyone in the conference room immediately realized that Zhang Anping had arrived.

Only when he came over would the guards salute with all their might.

In the blink of an eye, the door to the conference room was pushed open by the guards, and Zhang Anping strode in after announcing the arrival of Deputy Director Zhang.

cold!
The moment he entered, everyone felt a chilling cold.

Normally, one would definitely ponder why Zhang Anping exudes such a cold aura, but at this moment, the elder, who is experiencing the pain of being uprooted, cannot care about such things at all.

"Deputy Director Zhang—how do you explain the list of cadres being transferred?"

"The list of a dozen people has grown to sixty-eight. Why wasn't such a big deal discussed at the bureau meeting?"

One by one, the elders began to question them, their faces contorted with rage, looking as if they were about to devour someone.

Zhang Anping remained unmoved by the "siege" and sat down without a change in expression.

"Enough—is there no meeting discipline at all?!" Jiang Yiying couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to reprimand him.

Zhang Anping waved his hand at the woman, and the shouts of attack ceased.

"Since you are not satisfied, then take the list down."

The words that came out of Zhang Anping's mouth were indifferent and carried an air of detachment.

Should we withdraw?

Some of the elders showed delight, saying, "It's good that it's been removed!"
But some people realized something was wrong—the list had already been filed, which meant all the procedures were completed, and it was just waiting to be implemented!
This meant that Zhang Anping's will was about to be implemented, and their resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Under these circumstances, Zhang Anping actually agreed to withdraw?

But since he was able to do this without telling anyone, he must have paid a huge price. How could he so easily say that he would withdraw?

As the air thickened, everyone couldn't help but think of this.

why?
Unless... he doesn't care anymore!

Then why doesn't he care?
In that instant, a chill filled everyone's body.

Everyone thought of one possibility:
He's... about to flip the table! (End of Chapter)