Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

The night in Nanjing was pitch black, but news of an explosion spread wildly through the darkness, stirring up a storm throughout the city.

Chen Jingyao has been arrested!

Who is Chen Jingyao?
The Chen family's reputation in the outside world!

He didn't have the official status of the Chen brothers, but countless high-ranking officials greeted him with smiles.

He only holds the title of vice president of the Sino-Foreign Cultural Exchange Association, but there are three other people with the same title: one surnamed Jiang, one surnamed Song, and the other surnamed Kong.

This is the face of the Chen family, a man who can represent the will of the Chen brothers in public.

And now, he has been brazenly arrested right here at the Summer Palace, in the very same prestigious Sino-Foreign Cultural Exchange Association, a place where countless powerful and wealthy people would kill to get in.

The person who arrested him was named Zhang Anping—but anyone who heard this news knew one thing: the person who actually arrested Chen Jingyao was… the section chief!
The heavens seem to have been turned upside down.

……

"Did Zhang Anping lead a team to the Summer Palace to arrest Chen Jingyao?"

Listening to the secretary's report, the director's face showed a look of surprise. He was not surprised that they were able to find out about Chen Jingyao. Besides those few companies, who else would dare to take such a dirty trick on him?

They were taken aback, only by Zhang Anping's swift and decisive actions, and by his audaciousness.

But on second thought, this is not something to be surprised about at all.

Although this was a stark contrast to Zhang Anping, who had previously preferred to endure humiliation rather than conduct a thorough investigation, the director felt that everything was perfectly normal when he recalled that warrant. This was Zhang Anping's way of dealing with people and his principles for doing things. The chief attendant's will was paramount, and under the chief attendant's will, he would not feel any pressure or burden even if he caused a major incident.

"Prepare the car!"

The section chief said with a hint of excitement, "I'm going to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!"

He was extremely excited. As expected of the companion he valued, in less than ten hours, he had struck at the heart of the matter and directly grasped the key point. Now, as long as he followed the clues, those people would probably be exposed one by one.

At this critical moment, we must go to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to support Zhang Anping and let everyone see his will!

……

The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, its headquarters, and the interrogation room.

After overcoming his initial panic, Chen Jingyao finally calmed down—his arrest was so absurd that it made him lose far too much face when facing Zhang Anping.

Now, he absolutely cannot afford to lose face again!

He scrutinized the dazzling array of torture instruments in the interrogation room with a critical eye, his initial attempt at composure gradually replaced by increasing calmness—was this some kind of psychological warfare?

But, does your secret service really dare to torture me?

Behind the mirror, Zhang Anping watched Chen Jingyao's changing expression intently. When he saw a hint of amusement in Chen Jingyao's eyes, he couldn't help but shake his head regretfully.

"It didn't scare him."

Cai Jierong, who was standing to the side, volunteered:
"Teacher, should I go in and interrogate him?"

Zhang Anping shook his head slightly. There was no need to waste his breath now—in fact, there was no need to interrogate Chen Jingyao at all, because as long as Chen Jingyao wasn't stupid, even if the Chen brothers had no choice but to abandon him in the end, he would take all the blame.

Not to mention that they were only caught now.

No matter how terrified this person is, he will not and cannot betray the Chen brothers—unless torture is used. After all, what can he not do under the protection of Sanmu?
The Chen family would never accept the answers obtained through torture—a mere confession obtained under torture was enough to negate everything, and even if there was evidence, they could deny it from a "legal" standpoint.

This can be considered a different kind of "the law does not apply to high-ranking officials".

Therefore, Zhang Anping was just using Chen Jingyao as a pretext to wait for someone.

His waiting proved effective; the director arrived about half an hour later.

"Deputy Director Zhang, you truly live up to your reputation!"

Upon seeing Zhang Anping, the director couldn't help but admire him. He had thought that "one day" meant Zhang Anping would catch those troublemakers mixed in with the students, but he never expected that Zhang Anping's "one day" meant solving problems!
He truly deserves to be called a tiger among the Party and the State, and he is indeed worthy of being able to take command of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics at the age of thirty!

As for the person who truly held power in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, he had long been sidelined in the director's mind.

Faced with the section chief's praise, Zhang Anping did not humbly say "you flatter me," nor did he show any smugness. Instead, he solemnly introduced the section chief to Zhang Anping:

"Director, I don't think we can get Chen Jingyao to talk for the time being."

Now that we've gotten down to business, the section chief got into character and, unsurprisingly, said:
"This is something we had to face as it was expected—Brother Anping, what are your thoughts?"

Zhang Anping shifted slightly. He and the section chief were originally standing side by side by the window, keeping a distance of less than a foot, but the slight shift added a fist's width to the distance.

Then he said:
“The Yihe Mansion has been taken over by the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. There are many clues inside. I want to start from there. I believe that in just a few days, I can find a lot of evidence that will surely kill Chen Jingyao. Then we’ll see whether he chooses to cooperate or take the blame and die.”

“This is a good direction.” The section chief, seemingly oblivious to Zhang Anping’s aloofness, or perhaps feigning indifference, nodded in affirmation of Zhang Anping’s suggestion and continued:

"I will send an investigation team over to assist, but the investigation will still be primarily handled by the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics."

This translates to: I'm sending people to back up the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!

A complex emotion flickered in Zhang Anping's eyes. The section chief noticed this and smiled inwardly, thinking, "Your heart isn't made of stone after all!"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Anping continued:
"Director, I think we can start with public opinion at the same time—the parasites in the dark can never see the light of day."

Should we focus on public opinion?
Before the section chief could even weigh the options, a surge of vengeful pleasure welled up within him.

The previous humiliation was unforgettable for him—it was a blatant insult, as if one slap after another had been delivered to his face, along with a barrage of mockery.

Retaliate through public opinion, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
Suppressing the urge to immediately agree, the section chief weighed the options.

He could think of a whole host of downsides from exposing Chen Jingyao's capture through public opinion, but what about the benefits?
To reverse public distrust of the Nationalist government, mitigate the negative impact of Zhang Anping's release, and solidify the Chief of Staff's resolve through public opinion...

The benefits are numerous!

“Okay—” the section chief agreed, then added “casually”:
"And I'll clear your name as well."

Zhang Anping shook his head and refused.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Director, but the responsibilities of the Department dictate that we cannot be exposed to the light of day like others. With the news of Chen Jingyao's arrest and the subsequent disclosure of the inside story of the 'Yihe Mansion,' the previous public opinion will soon be forgotten by the public, so the Department will not join in the fun."

Although Zhang Anping refused, the director could still sense a subtle gratitude in Zhang Anping's long speech. It wasn't the obvious gratitude in his words, but the sincere gratitude in his tone. He even felt that Zhang Anping's way of speaking had become much "softer".

The section chief was delighted and became even more confident in his strategy.

"After this, I absolutely have to give you an explanation—don't argue with me about that! By the way, what do you think is the best way to release this news?"

For someone of the rank of section chief, if they wanted to release news, they would either go through a mouthpiece of the Nationalist government like the Central Daily News or hold a press conference—but either way, it would definitely be headline news.

He asked this question now because he was still upset about being humiliated before, and he was asking Zhang Anping if there was any way to guarantee that the news could be published smoothly.

"I think we can release the news now."

Zhang Anping's answer left the section chief somewhat confused: should he release him now?
"We can have cities across the country re-layout tomorrow's newspapers now, so the news can be published by tomorrow morning."

As Zhang Anping explained, the section chief's eyes became unusually bright.

What a Zhang Shih-hao!

No wonder Zhang Shih-hao is someone Japanese intelligence officers still tremble with fear at the mere mention of his name!

By doing this, those guys won't even have time to retaliate—and most importantly, those bastards used this method to slap us in the face back then, so now we're giving them a taste of their own medicine!
happy!

"it is good!"

The section chief agreed without hesitation, and even went so far as to sit in the headquarters of the Bureau of Secrecy to personally oversee the public opinion work being carried out in Nanjing.

Meanwhile, the telegrams transmitted from within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (BIS) also rapidly spread Zhang Anping and the section chief's messages to BIS stations and groups across the country.

Previously, due to the control of public opinion, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics had a fairly clear understanding of the addresses and structures of various newspapers. After receiving the telegram signed by Zhang Anping, the various stations and groups dared not delay. They immediately retrieved the information of the local newspapers and then personally sent people to deliver the news to the newspapers to supervise the newspapers in re-proofreading and reprinting.

A storm is brewing slowly but powerfully.

……

The next day, at dawn.

The newsboy's clear, crisp cry ignited the city's hustle and bustle.

"Newspapers for sale! The Summer Palace has been sealed off! Chen Jingyao, vice president of the China-Foreign Cultural Exchange Association, has been arrested!"

This is a headline in a major newspaper, and most ordinary people don't react much to it. At this point... that's when the tabloids' "annotations" are needed.

"Gossip newspapers have dropped a bombshell: the Yihe Mansion, where the four major families held a gathering, has been raided! Vice President Chen Jingyao has been arrested!"

"The section chief is determined to fight corruption! The four major families are doomed! The Chen family will be the first to suffer!"

As newsboys touted the selling points of tabloid news, ordinary people finally understood the enormous information hidden in the seemingly unremarkable selling points of major newspapers—although many people chose to buy tabloids to read the exciting details, even more people still opted for the major newspapers with their prominent logos.

On a street in Nanjing, a car stopped, and a head popped out to shout at a hopping newsboy:

"Give me a copy of the Central Daily News!"

The newsboy took the money and handed over the newspaper, rummaging through his pockets for change, when the car drove past. The newsboy called out anxiously:

"You haven't given me my change yet!"

"I'll reward you!"

Inside the car, Mao Renfeng flipped through the Central Daily News he had just bought, his expression turning disdainful. "You, Zhang Anping, your flattery skills are truly top-notch!"

The news article he was following conveyed one message from beginning to end:
The section chief was exceptionally determined to fight corruption; he was even willing to take down someone like the vice president of the Sino-Foreign Cultural Exchange Association.

The entire document never mentions the name "Security Bureau"; it focuses entirely on the section chief's determination to fight corruption and emphasizes the Party and the state's intolerance of corruption.

Most importantly, the report specifically highlighted the name of the place, "Yihe Mansion," and stated that the director had sent people to seal off Yihe Mansion and that evidence collection would begin inside the mansion. The director would adopt a ruthless approach to the law, but all matters within Yihe Mansion would be thoroughly investigated.

"So brave..."

Mao Renfeng clicked his tongue in amazement.

If it were just a report in major newspapers, ordinary people wouldn't realize the significance of the Summer Palace. But don't forget that a considerable number of tabloids also reported on it simultaneously. Compared to the "seriousness" of major newspapers when reporting news, tabloids don't pay as much attention to detail.

They exposed the true nature of the Yihe Mansion, and revealed that the so-called "Sino-Foreign Cultural Exchange Association" was actually a gathering salon of the four major families. With the explanation from the tabloids, the meaning of the content in the major newspapers could be understood with a little comprehension.

Their determination—an unwavering resolve to fight corruption—is laid bare!
This is why Mao Renfeng secretly clicked his tongue and said "truly brave."

As Mao Renfeng had predicted, both ordinary citizens and officials of the Nationalist government were astonished by the government's bold move after reading the newspaper and understanding its contents. Many officials who had remained untainted by the corruption cried out that the Party and the country were saved—with such a resolute anti-corruption chief, the Party and the country would not perish, and the Party and the country would surely usher in the dawn and hope.

Ordinary people think more directly:

With such a resolute determination to fight corruption, the director will surely bring down all the corrupt officials, big and small, in the future. Without these people exploiting the people, their lives will definitely be much better.

Some people even had the urge to build a shrine in honor of the section chief.

The fact that the newspaper merely expressed the determination to fight corruption has somehow provoked such thoughts in some people demonstrates the public's deep hatred for corruption and the severity of its occurrence!

Of course, there were many more officials who were as if they had lost their parents.

"The section chief isn't even in power yet, but he already exudes such a murderous aura. What will he be like once he's in power..."

"This...this...this is outrageous!"

"Everything I see is murky. I don't believe the section chief can arrest everyone! If he arrests us, who will work for the Party and the State? He'll just be spouting empty rhetoric, he'll just be spouting empty rhetoric!"

"We can't let the section chief investigate like this. We can't let him continue investigating. How much money did I spend on this lucrative position? If he gets investigated, I'll lose everything!"

More than 90% of officials secretly groaned, fearing that this was for real.

inside the car.

Mao Renfeng, feeling sour and resentful, thought viciously:

"Fortunately, the chief doesn't think much of me, otherwise he would be dragging me into a fight against those four families right now—my small body can't take it, absolutely can't take it."

Although he thought this with such malice, the sourness only grew stronger.

That's a section chief! If I can fight alongside him this time, my future contribution to the cause of supporting the emperor will be a sure thing.

But the thought of the section chief's dislike for him made Mao Renfeng feel like a deflated balloon.

His expression suddenly turned ferocious: "Since that's the case, then don't blame me for taking sides!!"

The ferocious look quickly faded, and Mao Renfeng began to weigh the possibility. The more he thought about it, the more promising it seemed. Finally, he convinced himself with one sentence:
"Even the guy surnamed Jiang is on the opposite side of the section chief, which shows that he is unpopular!"

This "surname Jiang" naturally refers to a vice president with the surname Jiang.

A person who stands in the open, speaking on behalf of the Chiang family's interests.

Having made up her mind, Mao Renfeng planned to send a message to the four families to express her stance. However, at that moment, a car came from behind. After the driver alerted her, her secretary observed for a while before reporting back to Mao Renfeng:

"Director, it's Director Qiu's car."

Qiu Ning?

"Wait on the side of the road."

After Mao Renfeng's car stopped on the side of the road, the car following his convoy also stopped. Qiu Ning then jogged out of the car and, after receiving permission from Mao Renfeng, got into Mao Renfeng's car.

"Director, I've found some information."

"explain."

"The garrison command and the police station are secretly hunting down someone. There's no name, only a photo—after comparing their photos, I discovered that the person they're hunting down... is actually Guo Qiyun!"

Mao Renfeng was stunned. Guo Qiyun?!
Guo Qiyun is the spokesperson for Wang Tianfeng, this "dead man".

He asked curiously, "Which side does it mean? The Party Affairs Bureau? The Second Department? Or the Police Station?"

"Neither—it's our Security Bureau!"

Mao Renfeng's eyes widened. The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?

Is the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics secretly arresting Guo Qiyun?!

What a joke! Mao Renfeng isn't out of his mind, how could he possibly provoke Zhang Anping now?

Mao Zhongxing, the nephew he valued most, died. He gritted his teeth and pretended nothing had happened. How could he possibly provoke Zhang Anping now?

Zheng Yaoxian is even less likely to be involved, and the other elders... they are even less likely to provoke him now. If they didn't know that once they sided with Zhang Anping, they would inevitably be stripped of power and sent to retire, they probably wouldn't be following him at all. So, who is it?

Then there's only one possibility!
"Zhang Anping?!"

Mao Renfeng's eyes flashed. Why was Zhang Anping secretly arresting Guo Qiyun?
“It must be Wang Tianfeng hiding in the shadows.” Qiu Ning stopped being mysterious and said solemnly, “I secretly checked in the bureau before and found that Guo Qiyun went out on official business the day before yesterday afternoon—no one saw him yesterday.”

Mao Renfeng pondered quietly, and in an instant realized Qiu Ning's subtext:
"You mean... Guo Qiyun did it?"

Qiu Ning nodded.

Did Guo Qiyun make it?
Mao Renfeng frowned deeply.

How could Zhang Anping not have anyone available? No, it should be said that Wang Tianfeng couldn't possibly be without assassins—so why use Guo Qiyun to carry out this mission?
If Guo Qiyun did it, then why the secret arrest of Guo Qiyun...?

A thunderbolt flashed through Mao Renfeng's mind—

Wang Tianfeng wants to take this opportunity to kill Guo Qiyun!
First, Wang Tianfeng had Guo Qiyun kill his nephew Mao Zhongxing, and then he killed Guo Qiyun to silence him. Guo Qiyun realized that Wang Tianfeng had murderous intent towards him, and after killing Mao Zhongxing, he ran away, which led to the current secret capture of Guo Qiyun!

So, what did Guo Qiyun do to arouse Wang Tianfeng's murderous intent?
Mao Renfeng countered, "If I remember correctly, Guo Qiyun... should be Wang Tianfeng's nephew, right?"

"It does happen."

A hint of amusement flickered across Mao Renfeng's face—Wang Tianfeng was a cold-blooded and ruthless man, but there was only one possible reason why he would so easily decide to kill his nephew:
altogether!

altogether?

In order to investigate the Communist Party mole hidden in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, Wang Tianfeng faked his death and went into hiding to conduct the investigation. He even publicly criticized himself as an underground party member. But now the real mole is right next to Wang Tianfeng.

Interesting, really interesting!

A strange smile gradually appeared on Mao Renfeng's face, and she murmured softly:

"Zhong Xing, your uncle... will avenge you soon!"

Qiu Ning, standing to the side, seemed to have gone deaf at that moment.

"Qiu Ning".

"Here—" Hearing was restored in time.

Mao Renfeng said, "Keep an eye on him. If you find Guo Qiyun's trail, help him out."

Qiu Ning looked bewildered, seemingly unable to understand why Mao Renfeng would say such a thing—but in his heart, he admired his superior to the core. Even though Guo Qiyun was Mao Renfeng's nephew's killer, Mao Renfeng was actually going to let him off the hook, just as his superior had predicted!

Mao Renfeng didn't explain, she just looked at Qiu Ning.

"Understood!"

Mao Renfeng nodded slightly.

……

"You bastard! You worthless scoundrel!"

Shouts and curses emanated from the official residence, and as the servants trembled in fear, a voice rang out:
"You guys go down."

Go inside.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the people inside angrily said:
"Brother—this kid is trying to establish his authority over our family!"

"Ahem—" The person coughed twice, covered his mouth, and sat down, saying softly, "It's not our family—it's four families."

"It really is our four families—bro, we need to teach this kid a lesson!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, cough cough, there are people who are more anxious than us."

"Aren't you worried? Jingyao has been captured by that little bastard!"

"Take it easy, take it easy. He wouldn't dare do anything to Jing Yao—I actually wish he would, but he wouldn't. Cough cough, let's slow down for now. We went a bit too far before, and that person is a little angry. This time, let's wait until the knife is at his throat before we talk. By then, that person won't be able to get angry."

"Wait until a knife is at your throat? Bro, isn't that...isn't that just giving him a chance to get too cocky?"

"No rush, no rush, don't be afraid of him taking advantage of us. Cough cough, he's a bit out of touch with reality." (End of Chapter)