Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

"Chen Ming... he deserved this calamity!"

Jiang Si'an was taken aback by these words.

Literally, it means that Yu Xiuning made a choice by "giving in," but given Yu Xiuning's chilling smile at this moment, Jiang Si'an couldn't find any trace of the word "from the heart."

On the contrary, he felt a surge of fighting spirit.

A fighting spirit arose when facing someone who made it impossible to feel any desire to fight back!
Jiang Si'an looked at Xiu Ning with even greater respect—women are not uncommon in the field of espionage, but in the power structure behind espionage, the higher up the hierarchy, the fewer women there are.

Currently, there are quite a few major generals and major generals with official ranks within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, but there is only one woman among them.

Moreover, the other party is more focused on technical aspects, unlike Yu Xiuning, who is a real special agent!
No wonder she caught the teacher's attention during her time at Guanwang Temple, and after being brought to Shanghai, she was entrusted with important responsibilities and eventually sent to Northeast China to "pioneering".

The courage to confront Zhang Anping directly is something most of his colleagues lack!

"Sister Yu, do you think... he's willing to do that?"

Jiang Si'an's sudden question startled Yu Xiuning.

Are you willing to give it up?
Yu Xiuning's gaze then turned even colder. Was he reluctant to part with her?

If he cared about Chen Ming and me, his two students, he would have confronted us long ago!
Didn't I extend any goodwill?

Yu Xiuning didn't believe that Zhang Anping wouldn't receive her kindness, but had Zhang Anping responded at all in the past year?
The answer is:
No!

Yu Xiuning suppressed her resentment and stared at Jiang Si'an:

"So, how would you answer this question?"

"That's why I came to find you, Sister Yu."

Faced with Jiang Si'an's answer, Yu Xiuning frowned, unable to understand the meaning behind Jiang Si'an's words.

"Don't get involved in this mess."

Yu Xiuning was slightly taken aback.

Jiang Si'an said, "Give up this so-called power and leave."

Give up? Leave?

Yu Xiuning narrowed her eyes slightly.

leave?

Leaving Northeast China? Leaving the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?

After a long pause, she said in a strange tone:
“I considered two possible outcomes—either he would send someone to find me, or he would choose to shut me up forever.”

After making that earth-shattering guess, Yu Xiuning hesitated for a very long time.

Finally, she subtly sent a signal—I've sensed something!
For a secret agent, such an action is completely risky. After weighing the pros and cons, Yu Xiuning ultimately chose to take the risk—she didn't want to become a life-or-death adversary with her teacher, her former classmates, or those she had fought alongside in the freezing cold.

She released this "I've noticed something" signal because she ultimately wanted to believe in the teacher who wouldn't give up on any student, even if they were on opposing sides.

Of course, if she trusted the wrong person, then the outcome for her was predictable.

The good news is that she has survived unharmed and has not encountered any danger.

The bad news is that he hasn't responded at all until Jiang Si'an appeared in front of him.

"But why, after so long, did you come, only to bring news that tells me to leave?"

Yu Xiuning was a little confused.

Jiang Si'an paused for a moment, then said softly:

"I think that at the beginning, Gong Shu and Qi Siyuan were not my comrades."

The soft voice, however, exploded in Yu Xiuning's mind like a thunderbolt.

Her face turned pale:

"I'm waiting, and he... he's waiting too."

A bitter smile spread across her face: "He did give me a choice!"

Yu Xiuning wanted to laugh. No wonder Jiang Si'an wanted her to leave—it turned out that the root of the problem ultimately lay with her.

Jiang Si'an remained silent, unsure how to evaluate Zhang Anping's actions. Yu Xiuning's choice to risk conveying the signal "I've noticed something" to Zhang Anping was not in accordance with the principles of a secret agent, and Zhang Anping's disregard for this signal, allowing danger to linger for over a year, was also not in accordance with the principles of a secret agent.

But... they all did it, and the anticipated danger did not occur.

Yu Xiuning took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, then her expression changed, a playful look appearing on her face:

"Si'an, do you think I'll agree?"

"meeting."

Faced with Jiang Si'an's firm answer, Yu Xiuning asked, "Why? You know, power... has always been an addictive poison!"

"But not this kind of power built in a sandcastle—what do you think, Sister Yu?"

Yu Xiuning was immediately discouraged and speechless.

Jiang Si'an's statement, "Power in a bunker on the beach," is both a summary of the Northeast Security Bureau and a summary of the Nationalist regime.

Although the Nationalist army in Northeast China has not yet been completely defeated, having personally witnessed the struggle between the Nationalists and Communists in Northeast China after the end of the War of Resistance against Japan, and having personally witnessed the loss of all the great advantages in a short period of time after the outbreak of the civil war, how could Yu Xiuning not feel the fragility and incompetence of the Nationalist regime?
At the beginning of the civil war, the enemy had a nearly four-to-one numerical advantage, and the gap in equipment was even greater!

However, in less than a year, the Nationalist army lost more than one million troops on the battlefields across the country. Meanwhile, the Communist army's equipment underwent a comprehensive upgrade, as the Nationalist army provided enough equipment for their entire army to replace!
Although the National Revolutionary Army still holds an overall advantage in terms of both manpower and equipment, the ratio of manpower from four to one has narrowed to two to one, and the overwhelming advantage in equipment has also significantly diminished.

This ebb and flow will only intensify in the future.

Calling it a bunker on the beach is no exaggeration!
“I have a question.” Yu Xiuning abandoned the previous topic and stared at Jiang Si’an: “When exactly did he… make his choice?”

Jiang Si'an shook his head upon hearing this. How would he know?

He only guessed at what he knew.

As if knowing that Jiang Si'an couldn't give this answer, Yu Xiuning said to herself:

"I've been thinking about what exactly made him choose that side—was it during the War of Resistance against Japan, after the Spring Offensive when the National Revolutionary Army entered a passive resistance?"
Or was it the 'New Fourth Army Incident' (Southern Anhui Incident)?

Or was it a complete rout during the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Campaign?
Or perhaps it was the devastating defeat in Henan, Hunan, and Guangxi in 1944 (the 33rd year of the Republic of China)?

As Jiang Si'an listened to Yu Xiuning's "rhetorical question," she suddenly realized that Yu Xiuning was actually asking when she had become disillusioned with the Nationalist government.

For the warriors on the front lines, for those who dance with death on the intelligence front, the Nationalist government has truly broken their hearts time and time again!
“However, I understand now—” Yu Xiuning smiled, a smile that held an indescribable sense of relief:

"He wasn't on this side from the beginning, right?"

"How could someone like him, someone with such ambition and faith, choose this..."

Yu Xiuning turned her head to look around, as if she could see through the entire Nationalist government:

"Where's the bear's stuff?!"

Jiang Si'an was stunned, not by Yu Xiuning's "elegant name" for the Nationalist government, but by... suddenly realizing that Zhang Anping had been silently instilling this ideology in everyone since the Shanghai Special Intelligence Group!

Zhang Anping never instilled revolutionary ideology in them, but he repeatedly taught them through his actions and thoughts:

What does it mean to protect the country?

How could a group of people influenced by Zhang Anping's ideas and inheriting Zhang Anping's patriotism be blindly loyal to this corrupt regime?

[Teacher... was he truly farsighted? Did he... foresee this day back at the Guan Yu Temple?]

After several seemingly disjointed questions, Yu Xiuning finally calmed her resentment and responded directly to Jiang Si'an's "olive branch":
"Tell me, how do you want to answer this question!"

She didn't quite understand why Jiang Si'an used "using corruption as a pretext to take down Chen Ming" as a test question, but she had already guessed Jiang Si'an's general idea.

Jiang Si'an gave her answer: "After you take him down, you... risk everything to save him, and then your whole family will disappear without a trace."

Yu Xiuning's eyes narrowed slightly: "Ming Lou, is he one of yours too?"

"Mao Renfeng, he really is the... stupid dog he's been raising!"

"What brilliant methods, my teacher! Your methods truly exceed all expectations!"

She is a key general in Zhang's faction. If she does such a thing, Zhang Anping, who is far away in Nanjing, will be in big trouble.
To take down Chen Ming, it absolutely cannot be Xu Zhongyi and his group; it can only be Ming Lou, the director of the Northeast Headquarters' Inspection Office.

This was clearly a betrayal of Zhang Anping, a vicious betrayal, yet it was Zhang Anping's own people who orchestrated it—in conclusion, Yu Xiuning guessed Ming Lou's true identity and finally confirmed that the so-called internal strife within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was all a play directed and acted by Zhang Anping himself.

And Minglou is Mao Renfeng's absolute confidant and right-hand man. So, isn't Mao Renfeng just a silly dog ​​that Zhang Anping keeps around to tease whenever he has a chance?
Now it was Jiang Si'an's turn to be speechless. Although the infighting in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was very similar to the endless infighting in the Japanese intelligence system in Shanghai during the War of Resistance Against Japan, the level and scale were completely different.

The term "stupid dog" is a bit too... too harsh, haha.

"Then I'll do as you say."

After saying this, Yu Xiuning stood up: "I am now a puppet on a string. You can control me however you want—goodbye!"

Jiang Si'an called out to Yu Xiuning, who was about to leave:
"Wait a minute—aren't you going to ask about the arrangements for your retirement?"

Yu Xiuning couldn't help but laugh out loud:
I don't trust your arrangements.

"Someone will make better arrangements!"

After saying that, Yu Xiuning turned and left, leaving Jiang Si'an standing there in a daze. Was this "someone" the teacher?
After a long while, Jiang Si'an also laughed out loud.

Teacher, when I look up, I see your shadow everywhere.

We are just like the chicks that the mother hen always protects under her wings.

……

Chen family.

When Yu Xiuning passed by the storage room, the anger she had been suppressing vanished without a trace, leaving only amusement.

There was a pile of her husband's smelly insoles in the storage room, and they were hidden very deep—he probably deliberately "pickled" them in the smelly shoes for a long time so that she wouldn't have to touch them.
This fool! From the moment he secretly hid the "insole," she knew it was his secret stash of money. She thought he would make a pure gold insole, but she didn't expect him to have improved and even knew to put a fake insole on the outside as a cover. But could this little trick fool her?

Previously, Yu Xiuning was preoccupied and too lazy to expose her husband's little tricks, but she would always get inexplicably angry whenever she passed by the storage room.

Now the anger has subsided—it turns out, what I've been angry about all along was the teacher.

Yu Xiuning chuckled. The teacher was actually no different in age from them, and was even a year younger than Chen Ming, so why did she always unconsciously treat him as her father?

She shook her head, composed herself, then rolled up her sleeves and headed menacingly towards the storage room.

That evening, Chen Ming, smelling of alcohol, returned home humming a tune.

Refusing the maid's help, Chen Ming hummed a little tune, picked up his shoes, and went to the storage room. After looking around slyly and not finding any trace of his wife, he quietly pulled out the insole, then pulled the "trash" box hidden underneath, and was about to put the smelly insole inside.

The next second, Chen Ming felt as if... the sky had fallen.

Where are my... insoles?

Where are my half-box of insoles?
No, where is my precious gold?!
Chen Ming was stunned. He picked up the trash can and sniffed it. After smelling the "original" scent, he confirmed that this was his secret stash of money.

But what about the gold?

Yu Xiuning appeared with a resentful expression, holding her baby who still hadn't fallen asleep.
"Chen Ming, what are you searching for? Why aren't you holding the baby and hiding in the storage room after coming in?"

Chen Ming shakily reached out his hand: "I...I'll hold the baby..."

"Why do your hands smell so bad? They stink! Go wash your hands—why are you rummaging through the trash? Are you looking for your pile of stinky insoles? You're crazy, hiding a bunch of stinky insoles like they're treasures instead of throwing them away!"

After scolding him angrily, Yu Xiuning turned around and gently coaxed the restless little one in her arms.

Chen Ming's face was pale and his legs were trembling:
"Wife, wife, where are the shoes and insoles? I... I'll go wash them."

Yu Xiuning said irritably, "Throw them away. What's the point of not throwing them away? They're a bunch of smelly, moldy insoles."

threw?

Throw it away!

Chen Ming felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if the whole world had lost its light.

He rushed out in a daze, followed by Yu Xiuning's shouts:

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I...I...I'll throw up outside."

Chen Ming rushed out like a madman, sprinting to the trash can in the distance. He didn't care about the dirt or the contents of the trash can, and then frantically searched for it after emptying the contents.

Inside the house, Yu Xiuning stood by the window, watching her silly husband's foolish antics, and said with a smile to the little boy in her arms:

"Look, Dad is so silly. Little one, you can't be as silly as your dad when you grow up."

That night, Chen Ming, who was usually carefree, couldn't sleep, while Yu Xiuning in his arms slept soundly.

Chen Ming, who hadn't slept all night, went to work the next day with dark circles under his eyes. When he got to the office, he looked like he'd lost his mistress, with a long face, and looked at everyone as if they owed him several gold bars.

He was filled with regret. He wished he hadn't kept a secret stash of money. Now his wife had thrown it away, and he couldn't even confess.

What a load of crap!
Sleep... sleep my ass!

Chen Ming paced back and forth in his office, his heart aching, as if his entire world was a black and white movie.

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. Just as Chen Ming was complaining and blaming others, Bangchui rushed into the office in a panic.

Chen Ming, who had just settled into the recliner, glanced at Bangchui and suddenly felt a surge of anger—if this guy hadn't dragged him out for drinks, how could he have gotten home so late? And how could he have lost his secret stash of money?!
The idiot had no sense of propriety and didn't realize that Chen Ming was about to attack him. Instead, he whispered in a panic, "Director Chen, something bad has happened! That guy surnamed Ming is investigating you!"

"You...you speak louder!"

Chen Ming thought he was hallucinating.

How many drinks did this kid surnamed Ming have? How dare he investigate me?
Bangchui said urgently, "That guy surnamed Ming is secretly investigating you, hurry up and tell your sister-in-law!"

"Investigate my ass!"

Chen Ming rolled up his sleeves: "Does this guy surnamed Ming really not know who's in charge of the Northeast Security Bureau? Give him a little dye and he'll actually dare to open a dye shop?"

Bangchui chimed in, "He's really gotten bold—quickly inform your sister-in-law and let her teach him a lesson!"

"Notify me my ass! It's just a minor inconvenience!" Chen Ming said viciously. "No need for Xiu Ning to get involved—let's go, I have some wine in my cabinet, let's grab a few bottles and go find Zhongyi and the others, and see how we brothers deal with that bastard surnamed Ming!"

The scene changes...

Chen Ming, his eyes brimming with tears, clung to the fence, roaring angrily:

"What a hypocrite! Why isn't there any meat in my food? Where's the meat?"

The guard, Jia Zhen, came running over, annoyed: "Director Chen, can't you just stay put? Stop howling!"

"Where's the meat? Where's the meat?!" Chen Ming glared angrily. "How am I supposed to eat without meat?"

“My dear Director Chen, you’ve been so strict with the prison’s food supplies, where are we going to get the money to buy meat? I even paid for your meal—don’t you know how prices are these days? With my meager salary, I can’t even feed my family of five.”

Chen Ming was speechless upon hearing this, staring blankly at the vegetarian meal in front of him. During the War of Resistance Against Japan, his base was almost wiped out by the Japanese, but thanks to Xu Zhongyi's warning and the support from the guerrillas, he was able to escape with his brothers.

But that time, he stayed in the mountains and ate only vegetables for half a year. From then on, Chen Ming vowed that he would never be able to live without meat...

Wait, it seems that Xu Zhongyi secretly brought back a roast duck for himself halfway through...

The thought of Xu Zhongyi reignited Chen Ming's anger.

You bastard Xu Zhongyi! I considered you a brother and wanted to work with you to embarrass Minglou, but you betrayed me!
Chen Ming wasn't stupid. It was too easy for Ming Lou to find evidence of his bribery. If someone hadn't betrayed him, how could it have been so easy?

The only person who would betray him was Xu Zhongyi, whom he considered his brother.

Seeing Chen Ming in a daze, the guard Jia Zhen quietly left. As soon as he turned a corner, he saw Yu Xiuning in a colonel's uniform.

Jia Zhen was startled: "Director Yu...Director Yu..."

Yu Xiuning glanced at Jia Zhen, and after already passing by, she stopped again:
"Old Jia, I'm really in your shoes to take care of my husband, Old Chen—I heard you paid for his meals out of your own pocket, thank you so much!"

"Take this money, don't let my old Chen go hungry."

"I...I can't accept this..."

Jia Zhen tried to stop him, but his hands wouldn't obey him; life was too hard these days.

Yu Xiuning said in a gentle and amicable voice:

"Take it. My husband is picky and can't stand hardship."

Jia Zhen took the money, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Director Yu, I heard that someone wants to send Director Chen to Nanjing right now."

"I understand, thank you."

Jia Zhen left in a hurry.

Yu Xiuning stood at the corner. She could have turned around and seen her husband, but after thinking it over, she didn't take those last few steps.

"Fool, just consider it as enduring the hardships to come first!"

She resisted the urge to see her husband.

After leaving the prison, Yu Xiuning immediately realized something was wrong as soon as she got into the car—the driver had been changed!
The driver turned around:
"Hello, Mrs. Chen."

After seeing what the "driver" looked like, Yu Xiuning was shocked:
"Bianchi?"

This person is none other than Bianchi from global trade!

Bianchi smiled, took out an envelope and handed it to Yu Xiuning, then said gently:

Someone asked me to pass this on to you—

"Oh, right, he said—"

"You're great, and he... didn't disappoint you either, did he?"

Yu Xiuning's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She took the opportunity to reach out and wipe her eyes. She opened the envelope, revealing two ship tickets from Shanghai to San Francisco and a US dollar deposit certificate.

Nothing else.

But Yu Xiuning knew that there was also a genuine sincerity in their teacher's heart.

And this, in Yun Ju's unpredictable line of work as a secret agent, is almost... non-existent. (End of Chapter)