Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

There were many reporters loitering outside the Zhang family's residence, but there were even more secret agents loitering around. As long as they didn't enter within 30 meters of the Zhang family's residence, the agents would ignore the hastily disguised reporters and pretend that they were very convincing. But once they stepped into the 30-meter red line, agents would immediately swarm over and politely persuade them to leave. If that didn't work, three or four plainclothes agents would block them and force the reporters to cross the invisible red line.

Of course, the agents' professionalism wasn't that high. The reason they followed the rules here was because this was Zhang Anping's home, and there were quite a few reporters present. Shen, who arranged everything, was afraid of causing trouble for Zhang Anping, so he asked the agents to demonstrate civilized law enforcement.

When Wang Tianfeng's car stopped far away, it had already been noticed by the special agents in charge of security. Later, when they saw that it was Zhang Anping who got out of the car, Shen Zui, who was in charge of security, immediately ordered the agents to provide some cover. As a result, Zhang Anping was not blocked by reporters all the way until he was about to step into his home, when he was spotted by the "sharp-eyed" reporters.

"Director Zhang!"

Reporters tried to call out to Zhang Anping for an interview, but were immediately blocked by several smiling passersby. They could only watch helplessly as Zhang Anping went home. Several reporters tried to rush into Zhang's house for an interview, but the invisible red line was insurmountable. They could only helplessly shout at Zhang's gate.

They genuinely wanted to interview Zhang Anping.

After all, this was a rare honest official in the Nationalist government, an honest official who could withstand the confiscation of his property!
But Zhang Anping clearly did not want to be interviewed.

Upon entering the house, Zhang Anping scanned the surroundings. Although the investigation team had meticulously restored the Zhang family's belongings to their original state before leaving, the signs of things being moved in the yard were quite obvious, causing his expression to darken further.

Noticing that Zhang Anping's expression had become even more gloomy, Shen Zui, who had come closer, regretted that he had been the first to rush over.

"Old Shen, you're the one who arranged the security work, right?" Facing Shen Zui who was leaning closer, Zhang Anping concealed the gloom on his face:
"Thank you for your trouble."

After the Military Intelligence Bureau was reorganized into the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, Zhang Anping set an example in terms of security for high-ranking officials. His security team consisted of only six people who took turns on duty. If Shen Zui hadn't brought people to make security arrangements for the Zhang family, the Zhang family would probably have been overwhelmed by a surging crowd of reporters before they even had a chance to react.

Shen Zui breathed a sigh of relief:
"This is within my job responsibilities."

“Call the publicity department of the General Affairs Office and ask them to communicate with the newspaper to remove the reporters who are waiting outside my house—tell them that I will not accept interviews and that they should not disturb my normal life.”

Shen Zui was taken aback. They removed the reporters from outside his house? They wouldn't give any interviews?
This surprised him greatly.

Why didn't he dare offend the reporters at the door?
He felt this was an excellent opportunity for Zhang Anping—a perfect chance to promote himself and, incidentally, improve the reputation of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

But to my surprise, Zhang Anping didn't want to be interviewed!
Seeing Shen Zui's reaction, Zhang Anping patiently said:
"The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind! Besides, our line of work isn't suited to being under the spotlight—"

Shen was deeply impressed, never expecting that Zhang Anping could think so far ahead at this time.

Leaving aside the spotlight, the saying "the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled" seems to be most profound to Shen Zui—if Zhang Anping were to be widely publicized for his incorruptibility, what would other high-ranking officials in the Nationalist government think?
Zhang Anping has already been outstanding enough, but now his incorruptibility is used to highlight the greed of others. What will the others think?
Faced with Zhang Anping's ability to think so far ahead under such circumstances, Shen Zui admired him greatly, thinking to himself that even ten Mao Renfengs could hardly match the Director's comprehensive considerations!
Shen Zui was about to accept the order and go make the arrangements when Zhang Anping called him back:
"By the way, go to the Second Department and see Zheng Yaoquan. Tell him that the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is going to take over the Chen Mansion, which is temporarily under the Second Department's custody. After you take it over, remember to check it, especially whether there are any copper pipes or similar equipment in the building. If there are no problems, arrange for the General Affairs Department to move it for me."

Self-defilement!

These two words instantly appeared in Shen Zui's mind.

He clicked his tongue in amazement; the Director had thought much more deeply than he had!
"I understand."

Shen Zui turned and left in utter shock.

The same thing can be viewed differently by different people—moving, moving to the Chen Mansion, can be seen by some as a sign of their cold-heartedness or depravity, while by others as a sign of their foresight. And by still others, it can be seen as a signal of rejection.

In front of Wang Tianfeng and Zheng Yi, he should make them see this behavior as a sign of his own depravity, but in front of Zhang's core members like Shen Zui, he should show that this is his far-sighted strategy—and the final signal of rejection is for the section chief.

Although Zhang Anping was certain that the section chief would not care about the signal he was sending, given his personality, he would probably think that the section chief was also far-sighted and that now was not the time to draw his sword.

Let's just drag it out, there's not much time left anyway!
Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Zhang Anping turned around with a sullen look on his face. This time, it wasn't an act; he had actually sensed his mother's deadly intent.

Sure enough, after confirming that Shen Zui had left, the old mother, who had been holding back for a while, suddenly appeared, wielding a feather duster:

"You little bastard!"

Zhang Anping thought to himself, "This treatment is a bit...wait, I didn't play!"

His mother waved a feather duster, sweeping it over Zhang Anping while muttering incantations about sweeping away bad luck. Zhang Anping awkwardly smiled, afraid that he might offend his mother by not controlling his expression. He then changed the feather duster from sweeping to slapping.

But the mother ultimately didn't do it. After completing the ritual to ward off bad luck, she intended to give her son a stern scolding, but seeing her smiling son, her anger vanished without a trace, and she finally couldn't help but tear up.

"Anping, you should resign! You've worked so hard for them, and in the end, you almost suffered the same fate as the entire family in the play. What was the point?"

Wang Chunlian doesn't understand grand principles, but how much has her son's line of work caused her, as a mother, to suffer?

During the War of Resistance against Japan, the elderly couple outlived their son—although it was their son who faked his death, the couple had no idea at the time!

She had finally endured the agonizing end of the War of Resistance against Japan, but then the dramatic scene of ransacking her home, just like in the plays, came true. Fortunately, her husband and son were both honest and incorruptible and had not taken a single penny of money they shouldn't have. But if they had taken money like others, she couldn't even imagine what would have happened to them!
Most importantly, she heard that her son had provided huge sums of money to the party and the country, and her son did not become arrogant because of this. In any dynasty, he would have been worshipped, right?
But what happened to the son?
Faced with his mother's words, Zhang Anping showed a bitter expression on his face, but his heart was inexplicably moved. His mother didn't really care much about national affairs, but she could say that he was working for "their family" instead of the country.

This can absolutely be taken as the voice of an ordinary citizen!

"A woman's view!"

In crucial moments, it's always Dad who has to step in... to draw the fire.

Sure enough, after Zhang Guanfu said those words, Wang Chunlian, who was reluctant to get angry at her son, immediately raised an eyebrow:
“Zhang, in other families, the father protects the son from the wind and rain. But in our family, you, as the father, can’t help with anything at all, and when it matters, you can’t even be the pillar of support!”

"You still say I'm being womanly?!" Wang Chunlian rolled up her sleeves, while Zhang Guanfu remained unfazed.

As expected, Wang Chunlian only spoke "fiercely":
"You won't be eating the woman's cooking later! Humph!"

Xixi's little head popped out and she accurately complained: "Grandma is biased. She rolls up my sleeves and then hits me, but she doesn't dare to hit Grandpa!"

Wangwang, who had also been hiding, quickly popped out and pulled away Xixi, the audacious little one, while also explaining on Xixi's behalf:

"Grandma, that's not what Xixi meant!!"

Zhang Guanfu glared and bristled. This brat had really been spoiled for nothing!

Seeing this scene at home, Zhang Anping couldn't help but laugh. The two little ones had been secretly watching their father for so long, but in the end they were "defeated" because of Xixi's talkativeness. How pitiful.

Sending the two little ones to Lu Xiao was truly a wise choice for Mo Yi. If they had been sent to the Central University Affiliated Elementary School, which is steeped in power and influence, how could the two little ones have maintained their childlike innocence?
Seeing his wife roll up her sleeves and storm off to the kitchen, Zhang Guanfu couldn't help but smile gently. But when he looked at his son, his smile vanished, and he instinctively reverted to his stern father persona.
"Let's go sit in the study."

"Ah."

Zhang Anping followed behind his father with a "pitiful" expression, just like when he was a child and his father was about to pick him up and scold him. Zeng Moyi, who was just bringing the two troublemakers over to help with their homework, smiled gently when she saw her husband's deliberately funny appearance, her eyes full of clear light.

This is her husband!
Inside the study, Zhang Anping poured tea for his father and sat down. His gaze swept over the furnishings, which were no different from before, and he thought to himself that his father was really thoughtful. He probably spent the whole day in the study doing restoration work.

Zhang Guanfu took the tea his son had brewed, but didn't drink it; he just stared blankly at his son.

“I heard what you said to Shen Zui—the idea…is quite good.”

Zhang Anping apologized, saying, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. This job wasn’t easy to start with, and you’re a very opinionated person.” Zhang Guanfu shook his head slightly, paused, and then lowered his voice:
"But I didn't expect them to be so ruthless. This time, they're directly aiming to kill you, aren't they?"

To outsiders, this was a moment of glory for the Zhang family, but Zhang Guanfu keenly sensed the danger lurking behind it. If Zhang Anping had the same temperament as Dai Chunfeng, this time, things would probably not end well!
"It can't be that bad, the section chief..."

Zhang Anping's sophistry had to stop under his father's piercing gaze.

Seeing that his son had stopped arguing, Zhang Guanfu withdrew his piercing gaze and whispered:
"He should have tried to recruit you by now, right?"

"Ah."

"what do you think?"

"My answer is to ask the Second Hall for the return of the Chen Mansion."

Zhang Guanfu's eyes lit up; his son's move was indeed brilliant!
He paused, then asked the same question as Wang Chunlian:
"Are you really going to wade through this muddy mess?"

Zhang Anping sighed softly:
"When you're in the world, you're not in control of your own destiny. It's like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you'll fall behind."

Zhang Guanfu sighed upon hearing this. He was able to withdraw from the Military Intelligence Bureau for two reasons: first, because of his son, and second, because he was not a representative of any faction and did not represent the interests of others.

But the son is different. Behind him is a huge Zhang faction, so he has no choice but to move forward or fall behind!
"Since that's the case, there can be no complaints, and you can't... lightly touch the throne! Your identity is special, and these two points are red lines. Crossing them could mean certain death... very high."

The father and son rarely had heart-to-heart talks, but every time they did, Zhang Guanfu would give his son some advice—don't be fooled by the fact that Zhang Guanfu was only a major general in the Military Intelligence Bureau and mostly held financial power, he was remarkably clear-headed.

Whether it's offering advice on a regular basis or his wise decision to step down at crucial moments, it all demonstrates his great wisdom.

"I understand."

"One more thing, in the coming period, we must keep a low profile—many people will not be able to tolerate a spy chief morally crushing them. The director is overthinking things and is being too optimistic!"

Zhang Guanfu's words startled Zhang Anping. After realizing what he meant, Zhang Anping astutely asked:
"You mean the press conference?"

"Hmm—" Zhang Guanfu slowly recounted the press conference to Zhang Anping, and after finishing, he solemnly reminded Zhang Anping:

"He's praising you so highly because he wants you to be a symbol, a sharp blade for him to break through conventions and bad habits. You were right not to accept his offer, but he probably won't give up so easily. However, refusing him without completely offending him is a real test of your political wisdom."

Silently listening to his father's teachings and advice, Zhang Anping felt a chill run through him. He had schemed against so many people, but he never expected to almost fall victim to the deadly skill of sincerity!
The section chief was absolutely sincere towards him; Zhang Anping was very confident of this.
But the father's advice was not unfounded—and sincerity and "exploitation" are not contradictory.

The companions that idealists seek out are inevitably idealists, and sacrificing oneself for an ideal is never a calculation for an idealist.

This must be the director's true thought.

It seems I need to change my approach from now on!

(So ​​what if it's a sudden burst of updates? You really think I can't do that!) (End of Chapter)