Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

Attendant's Room.

When the section chief arrived with a gloomy expression, he was told that the chief aide was waiting for him—clearly, the chief aide was using this method to tell the section chief that he had also been watching the matter.

The director naturally understood. He adjusted his emotions, concealing the gloom on his face, before being led by his attendant to the chief attendant's office.

In the office, there were several newspapers on the desk of the chief attendant, but he was standing by the window. When he saw the director come in, he waved to him, signaling the director to come over and stand by the window with him.

Seeing no sign of exasperation on the section chief's face, the chief aide looked satisfied and then asked:

"Have you grasped the meaning of what I asked you to understand the night before last?"

The night before last, as the director was leaving, the chief aide asked him a question:
"The little one has been wronged this time, what do you think?"

The section chief's answer at the time was an off-the-cuff remark:

They kicked Mao Renfeng out and promoted Zhang Anping to the position.

But the chief attendant dismissed the director's response as completely wrong and told the director to figure it out himself—and now, the chief attendant wants to know what the director has figured out.

The section chief composed himself:

"We should not rush to make amends at the moment, as that would be a bad idea. We should listen to their words and observe their actions. If they harbor resentment, then we should no longer rely on them."

The chief attendant nodded slightly: "You're right. You must remember that the little guy's position is very sensitive; he is our eyes and ears. If he harbors resentment, our vision will be obstructed and our hearing will be blocked. Therefore, we must be absolutely loyal."

"If he harbors resentment because of this, then you should not rely on him—your compensation will be seen as a debt owed to him, so remember not to have such thoughts."

The director didn't actually agree with the chief attendant's statement, but he still pretended to be receptive.

Do you think the little guy harbors resentment?

The section chief responded by shaking his head.

The chief attendant asked curiously, "You're so eager to recruit talent, and this little fellow meets your expectations of a great talent. You must have tried to recruit him, right? How did he respond?"

The section chief looked embarrassed and finally said helplessly, "He has always kept his distance from me, and this time is no exception."

So, do you think it's good or bad?

The section chief honestly said, "If he had fawned over me, I probably wouldn't have paid so much attention to him."

"So you think he's holding out for a higher bid?"

Faced with this pointed question, the section chief pondered for a moment, but still decisively shook his head:
"No, I can sense that it's an instinctive resistance."

The chief attendant smiled, a hint of smugness in his expression, and then said, "That's right—you see, those you consider like-minded may not be seen as like-minded by the other party. Similarly, those you perceive as obstacles or rotten flesh are actually..."

"Sometimes it's the foundation."

The topic has taken a turn!
Faced with the sudden shift in topic, the section chief immediately became extremely alert:

"Foundation stones? They used to be the foundation stones, but as their appetites grew and they disregarded the interests of the Party and the country for their own selfish gain, they no longer deserve to be called the foundation stones!"

The section chief, still young and full of youthful passion, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger as he recalled how those people had schemed against him and given him a "warning." After speaking, he said, with annoyance:
"They exerted pressure covertly, manipulated public opinion, distorted the truth, and even secretly incited students to protest at the Zhang family's home—they had absolutely no regard for the interests of the Party and the state!"

"They've already made such a huge mess, and now we're cleaning up their mess, but instead of helping, they're sabotaging us and damaging the credibility of the Nationalist government! Can they still be considered a cornerstone?"

The director's sudden outburst of anger did not move the chief of staff.

Faced with the section chief who finally couldn't hold back his anger, the chief aide asked:
"Then what do you want to do?"

The section chief stated his position without hesitation:

"check!"

"Investigate this thoroughly!"

"They can no longer be deterred by simply making an example of them—we must crack down hard and investigate thoroughly!"

"Anyone who disregards the interests of the Party and the State shall be arrested!"

"Anyone who is greedy and disregards the bigger picture will be arrested!"

"Anyone who occupies a high position due to their lack of virtue and ability shall be arrested!"

In fact, the section chief was still controlling his emotions; otherwise, it wouldn't have been "arresting" but "killing"!
After listening to the director's words, the chief attendant sighed and shook his head. He did not answer directly, but instead brought up Zhang Anping again as a "topic":
“When I was young, I was just like you. The people you’re talking about arresting now were just kids to me when I was young, like-minded people to me back then.”

"If you arrest them, it will just mean another group of people will come up next."

"And can you guarantee that the person you replace will truly be of one mind with you?"

The chief attendant reached out his hand, but his palm suddenly flipped over.

"If we are not of one mind, things can turn upside down in the blink of an eye."

The section chief was inexplicably discouraged, but how could he not understand what the chief attendant was saying?
He could only cite the current distorted public opinion as an example:

"But they're not on your side anymore!"

The chief attendant did not answer, but instead responded to the director with a smile.

No answer is needed—because if they weren't of one mind, would he still be standing here now?
The section chief was utterly discouraged; he had always known one thing:

People's perceptions are not easily changed.

And the facts answered him in this way.

Do you know where you went wrong in this matter?

The section chief's tone was somewhat curt in his reply:
"I don't know."

"Since you want to save the baby, you shouldn't have publicized it so much—since you know about the chronic illness, why didn't you think about the consequences of publicizing it so much?"

"You probably expected this, but you didn't expect it to cause such a strong backlash, right? Consider this a lesson learned."

The section chief responded in a muffled voice, but the frustration in his heart was beyond measure—this lesson was too humiliating!
In fact, the chief attendant's words were full of "contradictions." On the one hand, he talked about the foundation, and on the other hand, he mentioned the chronic disease—which actually proved that he was not unaware of the root of the problem.

But the section chief's experience was right there; the moment he showed any sign of drawing his sword—or rather, the moment he raised his sword—a sharp warning would arrive.

This is precisely the key reason why the chief attendant is so wary. These people are the cornerstone of his rule, and he is unwilling to bear the cost of their disloyalty.

The section chief was aware of the chief aide's concerns, but his opinion remained the same:
The wound has become infected and the necrotic tissue hasn't been removed; otherwise, the wound won't heal!

But what good is it if his idea is so clear?

Given that the chief attendant was unwilling to touch the so-called foundation, his ideas were destined to remain just ideas.

Perhaps wanting to comfort the section chief, or perhaps seeing how aggrieved the section chief was, the chief attendant said earnestly:

"If you want to do something, you need to be prepared to deal with all possibilities, rather than just relying on enthusiasm."

The section chief nodded slightly. How could he not remember such a lesson?
Just then, there was a knock on the office door—the director looked surprised. The people in the staff room were very perceptive; unless it was something extremely important, they would not disturb him while he was there.

Why did I suddenly disturb you?

The chief attendant shared the same suspicion and gestured for him to come in.

A servant entered:
"Chief Attendant, news has just come in that a group of protesting students stormed into Deputy Director Zhang's home."

The chief attendant was taken aback; his deep-seated cunning turned ashen.

He had previously put the section chief in a difficult position during the public relations battle. Although he told the section chief that it was just a lesson, he was still unhappy inside. He thought to himself, "You bunch of bastards, you have to consider the owner before beating a dog, let alone his section chief."

But now, this isn't just setting a trap; it's making an example of his department head (please replace the last two words yourself)—treating his department head like a monkey?!

It was obvious that the chief attendant, who was adept at internal strife, realized from the attendant's report that the so-called protesting student group was nothing more than a weapon.

Upon hearing this, the section chief's face turned bright red.

This is more than just excessive; it's practically... rubbing his face against the ground again and again!

The head aide's annoyed voice rang out just as the director's anger reached its peak:
"How is the little guy doing?"

The servant replied, "Zhang Anping must have sensed something; none of his family members are home."

"absurd!"

Only then did the chief attendant slam his hand angrily on the table, while the section chief had a thought: should he make a decision?
The section chief immediately handed him a knife: "Didn't they consider the possibility of something going wrong by sending people to besiege high-ranking officials of the Party and the State?"

"This matter... must be thoroughly investigated!"

The chief aide took a deep breath, but did not make a decision easily. Instead, he paced around the office. Zhang Anping, the secret service chief whom he affectionately called "little guy," was actually unimportant.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to the director's request to make an example of him.

But the problem now isn't Zhang Anping, it's that some people... don't take the section chief seriously at all.

This is the most important thing—he repeatedly entrusted the section chief with important tasks, and anyone who wasn't stupid or blind would know what he meant.

But now they're even trampling on the director's face!
This is something he cannot tolerate—I can tell the section chief that your rudeness is a lesson, but if you really don't treat the section chief as a section chief, you are ruining my grand plan for succession!
This matter is absolutely intolerable!
"check!"

"No matter who is involved, we will investigate to the end!"

The chief attendant's face was grim, and he said with resentment:
"We must never... condone evil!"

The section chief was greatly encouraged upon hearing this:

"Yes!"

As he emerged from the entourage, the director tried his best to control his emotions, but once in the car, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter three times as the car started.

I tried my best to get authorization to "investigate to the end, no matter who is involved" time and time again, but each effort only resulted in authorization that put me in shackles.

This time, it was originally the same, but I never expected that these idiots would take an inch and then a mile and actually give me a divine assist!

It's really... beautiful!

With a sword in hand, I'll slaughter all under heaven... Greedy dog!

The director felt an unparalleled sense of joy.

After venting his anger, the section chief couldn't help but laugh again—sure enough, when it doesn't concern him, he can come up with all sorts of reasons, but once it does concern him, he's furious!

How righteous and stern were the chief attendant when he lectured him?
He spouts a whole bunch of nonsense about insights, lessons, and so on, but his own opinions and ideas are all considered immature.

But what about the end?

Recalling the chief aide's earnest admonitions time and time again, the director laughed again.

They laughed at him, saying he had finally gotten close to the chief attendant's true line, and they also laughed at his rhetoric.

"Passing down the torch?"

After softly uttering these three words, the director was suddenly filled with mixed feelings. He never expected that the chief of staff's biggest red line would be this!

The section chief, who had been smiling, inexplicably let out a long sigh.

……

The Bureau of Secrecy, its headquarters.

The young student named Kang Peng kept shouting that he would turn himself in—but the huge Security Bureau avoided him like the plague. For more than ten minutes, not a single person was willing to receive him!
This made Kang Peng both indignant and alarmed.

What infuriates me is that even though I've turned myself in, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is completely ignoring me. What infuriates me is that this whole affair must be far more...horrible than what I've seen!
So, we're just scapegoats?

Kang Peng realized that the Security Bureau's reluctance to accept the challenge meant they couldn't afford to offend the real mastermind behind this incident. However, the attack on the residence of a high-ranking official of the Party and the State must be addressed, and they, the students, would likely become the final victims.
He estimated that he would probably be fine, and his father would definitely try his best to protect him. Even the ringleaders might be able to extricate themselves from the vortex because of their families. In that case, the only scapegoats would be the classmates who trusted them.

This conjecture instantly filled Kang Peng with despair—he was a loyal person, otherwise he wouldn't have earned the trust of his classmates, and he certainly wouldn't have gone to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to turn himself in at this time.

And this kind of betrayal is precisely the most fatal thing for someone like him.

Kang Peng gritted his teeth and said, "Your Bureau of Investigation and Statistics doesn't want us to investigate the mastermind, right?"

So your secret service will only use ordinary, passionate students as scapegoats in the end?

I'll make sure you... don't succeed!
After making up his mind, Kang Peng glared hatefully at the Secret Service, which was ignoring him, spat on the ground, and turned to leave.

In the office, Mao Renfeng watched Kang Peng's departing figure and said regretfully to Zheng Yaoxian beside her:

"Weren't those people from Zhang's faction very impulsive just now? Why are they all blind and deaf now?"

Mao Renfeng was genuinely disappointed. He had been hoping that the Zhang faction would be so enthusiastic as to receive the young student, thus dragging the entire Zhang faction into this game where even the Bureau of Secrecy was only fit to gamble with guns.

Zheng Yaoxian mocked:

"Before, when they were pledging their loyalty, they naturally resented that their parents hadn't given them two more legs. Now, they're risking their lives for a one-in-six chance, so of course they have to be cautious."

In fact, both of them knew that it wasn't that Zhang Xizhong didn't have any "fools," but rather that Zhang Anping must have made a move—otherwise, would any of Zhang Anping's hotheads actually dare to take on the job!
But this is clearly where Zhang Anping's shrewdness lies.

……

After leaving the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, Kang Peng wanted to go back to the Zhang family to find his classmates. His idea was simple: a group of people would block the entrance of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and spread the word about how they had been taken advantage of and were willing to take responsibility, but the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics ignored them.

If things escalate, they won't dare to easily use their classmates as scapegoats.

This will also make the secret service, which bullies the weak and fears the strong, suffer the consequences of its own actions.

But to his surprise, not long after he left the Security Bureau, he was suddenly dragged into a car—and a hood was put over his head at the same time, so that after getting into the car, he didn't know how many people were in the car, let alone who they were.

A gloomy voice sounded:
"You're planning to bring people to block the entrance of the Security Bureau, aren't you?"

Kang Peng was also tough. He guessed that the other party was from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and said without hesitation, "That's exactly what I want to do—your deputy director has been framed by bad guys, and you're all just sitting around like a bunch of cowards, not caring at all. You're quite good at playing the abacus!"

The sinister voice continued only after he had finished speaking:
"It's not that the Security Bureau is afraid to handle this; it's that you've come to the wrong person—"

"You should go to the GFB Preparatory Cadre Training Bureau on Huangpu Road and find the section chief who is also the director. Only he can save your lives!"

"The Bureau of Secrecy will only choose the safest option!"

"That's all I have to say. Whether you listen or not is up to you—blocking the door of the Security Bureau won't change anything!"

Before Kang Peng could react, he was pushed off the car. Fortunately, the car was not moving, so he only stumbled and did not fall.

Kang Peng hurriedly removed the hood from his head, but the car he had just seen was no longer there.

"GFB Reserve Cadre Bureau? The section chief who's in charge of the bureau chief's department?"

Kang Peng realized who "the section chief who was the director" was. He closed his eyes and pondered, analyzing the mysterious person's suggestion—the other party must be from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and the reason for acting so mysteriously was probably to avoid trouble.

This also aligns with the situation he just experienced when he surrendered himself to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics but no one paid him any attention.

For the sake of his classmates who trusted him, Kang Peng gritted his teeth:

"I'll go find him!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran wildly towards Huangpu Road.

Just after he left, a figure quietly appeared.

It's Mingtai!
“Just now, it was someone from the intelligence department—it seems to be Shen Zui’s idea.”

"Since it's Shen Zui's idea, it must be guidance..."

Mingtai was filled with curiosity. He had been sent by his teacher to instruct this student, and the reason his teacher had sent him was that this matter could not be handled by anyone else.

After all, Zhang Anping's attitude at this point had already made it clear:
I... I'll accept this injustice!
But why did Shen Zui get involved?
Since this was definitely not the teacher's intention, then it must have been his own decision?

"interesting!"

Mingtai couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that this Director Shen was an interesting person!

……

Meanwhile, someone was quietly wiping the pistol in their hand.

Guo Qiyun!
He was ordered to kill someone.

As for the reason, Guo Qiyun actually had some guesses—this was the most fierce counterattack and retaliation by the Zhang faction against the Mao faction.

As for why he was chosen to carry it out, that was something Guo Qiyun had never considered.

Just as he was about to get into his car, a familiar figure boarded his vehicle at the same time.

"Xiao Feng?"

Guo Qiyun was initially overjoyed, but this was quickly followed by immense fear. He pinned Li Xiaofeng down, afraid that she would be seen by others, and then lowered his voice, filled with anger and terror:

"Didn't I tell you to leave? Why didn't you leave?!" (End of Chapter)