Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

Office of the Director.

In public, the section chief is still the same ambitious and spirited section chief, but when he is alone, he always unconsciously enters a daze, and a very helpless state.

Clearly, the failure of this anti-corruption campaign has left the section chief feeling bewildered.

When he met the chief attendant that time, he said to Attendant Zhuang:
If we don't fight corruption, the country will perish.

Those were his honest words—the failed anti-corruption campaign made him realize just how enormous the corrupt groups parasitizing the Party and the state were, and their countermeasures against him and their attempts to force him to admit defeat further proved their harm.

But what could he do?

With a single word from the head attendant, he could only withdraw his hand and silently watch them continue their unbridled rampage.

Let's continue to watch how they mess with this fragile country.

What will the future hold?
Faced with the already powerful Communist army, will the future party-state suffer the same fate as the 74th Division, which was wiped out at Menglianggu?
A helpless, bitter smile appeared on the director's lips. The 74th Division, one of the five elite armies, was completely wiped out. The other four armies were also repeatedly crushed on the battlefield. The Party-state, like oil on a raging fire, was just like these five elite armies. They seemed strong and powerful, but in reality, they were weak and vulnerable.

If things continue like this, how many more years can the Party-state last?
ten years? Twenty years?

I wonder if, after the collapse of the Party-state edifice, his chief aide will regret his repeated indulgence of the gluttons? Will he regret his repeated tolerance of the parasites?
Thinking of his chief aide's character, the director's bitter smile deepened. Given his nature, how could he possibly reflect on his actions?

The section chief sighed softly, his entire being as fragile as the Party and the State at that moment.

A knock sounded at the door, and the section chief immediately concealed his vulnerability, picked up a document, and said in a calm voice:

"Enter."

Seeing that it was the secretary who came in, the section chief frowned and asked, "Is there something you need?"

The secretary knew that the director hadn't been in a good mood lately, and seeing the director frowning, she said, "Deputy Director Zhang is here and wants to see you—should I turn him down for you?"

"Anping?"

Seeing the secretary nod, the section chief immediately stood up:

"Pack up and bring over a cup of good tea."

After saying that, he quickly walked out, wanting to personally greet Zhang Anping.

In fact, the section chief did not want to see Zhang Anping. It was not that he disliked him, but he always felt ashamed to face him. Looking back at the whole anti-corruption campaign, Zhang Anping was always the passive party. It was he who mistakenly confiscated Zhang's property, and it was he who, with the chief of staff's order, forced Zhang Anping to embark on the sinking ship of anti-corruption with him.

Zhang Anping never betrayed the trust of the Party and the State, nor did he fail to live up to my expectations. But what about myself?
During his previous meeting with the chief attendant, he could sense the chief attendant's dissatisfaction with Zhang Anping from the chief attendant's words—and this dissatisfaction stemmed entirely from Zhang Anping's current closeness to him.

It was this dissatisfaction that temporarily cost Zhang Anping the opportunity to compete for the position of Director of the Bureau of Secrecy. All of these factors made the section chief ashamed to see Zhang Anping.

But when Zhang Anping arrived, as a like-minded companion, he had to show him the utmost respect.

This respect is not only for Zhang Anping, but also for those pillars of the Party and the country who uphold their original aspirations and ideals.

When Zhang Anping saw the section chief come out to greet him, he immediately raised his hand in salute. However, the section chief pressed Zhang Anping's raised hand down and laughed loudly, saying:
"Brother Anping, you are a distinguished guest! I always thought that 'my humble abode is honored' was just a joke, but with your visit, I feel for the first time that the phrase 'my humble abode is honored' is a true expression!"

Zhang Anping's face was full of fear: "I dare not accept such praise, Director! I absolutely dare not accept it!"

"Alright, enough of that—let's go to the office."

The section chief smiled and gestured for Zhang Anping to go first, but Zhang Anping did not follow suit. Instead, he followed behind the section chief. The section chief shook his head in dissatisfaction and had no choice but to go first, while Zhang Anping followed behind him at a slight difference in height.

Upon entering the office, the section chief helped Zhang Anping sit on the sofa. Instead of sitting opposite him as he would with the others, he sat beside Zhang Anping. Just then, the secretary finished brewing the tea. He took the tea before Zhang Anping, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile:
"Try this good tea that I borrowed from the chief aide last time."

“I don’t know anything about tea. Drinking good tea is like a cow chewing on a peony—you’re wasting your time, Director.”

"Haha, it's not a waste for you to drink it; it's a waste for some people to drink it!"

The section chief's words had a double meaning, and after he finished speaking, his expression turned gloomy. Zhang Anping's expression was no better.

Both of them were clearly thinking about the previous failures of the anti-corruption campaign and the despicable faces of those bastards.

“Brother Anping, I’ve been reflecting a lot lately—I’ve been reviewing things over and over again, and I have so much to say. You’ve come at the perfect time, let’s have a good chat and learn from each other for the next time!”

Upon hearing the director's words, Zhang Anping's expression immediately turned serious. He nodded earnestly and added, "I came here today to talk to you about this matter—a senior colleague whom I greatly respect came all the way from Shanghai to comfort me and told me:"
Before the Wuchang Uprising, the Tongmenghui had experienced ten failures. If we include the failed uprisings during the Xingzhonghui period, the number of such failures was even greater. Each failure caused countless idealistic revolutionaries to fall under the butcher's knife, but they were not intimidated by failures, nor were they defeated by difficulties.

It was precisely because of this that the Wuchang Uprising succeeded. However, the success of the Wuchang Uprising was not only due to their fearlessness in the face of failure, but also because the previous uprisings had awakened the people with the blood of the pioneers, as well as those in the Qing court who harbored illusions, and thus promoted the division within the Qing court.

Ultimately, this led to the Wuchang Uprising and subsequent responses across the country!

These words were indeed what Old Huang wanted to say to Zhang Anping, but after meeting Zhang Anping, Old Huang didn't say them—because he was so disappointed that he couldn't bring himself to say them.

The section chief nodded solemnly, "I've learned a lot!"

He sighed inwardly, thinking, "These are true companions who share the same ideals." When you're at your lowest point, your enemies are thinking about how to crush you and make you want to collude with them, while your companions will inspire you to fight side by side with their unwavering will and steadfast stance.

Seeing the section chief's receptive expression, Zhang Anping secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was very perceptive of people's emotions. Although the section chief looked full of fighting spirit, Zhang Anping still keenly sensed the section chief's confusion and frustration.

This doesn't work!
If the section chief becomes discouraged, how will Shanghai continue its anti-corruption campaign?

If it weren't for the anti-corruption campaign in Shanghai, future Apple fans might still be arguing that the Party-state was actually still salvageable after the three major campaigns.

That's why he used Lao Huang's words to specifically encourage the section chief.

Seeing the section chief's renewed fighting spirit, Zhang Anping was naturally satisfied.

"Brother Anping," the section chief said slowly after calming his emotions:
“I think the biggest problem with our previous failures was the lack of clear strategic objectives. Or rather, we had clear strategic objectives at the beginning, but as we charged into battle, we were blinded by the illusion before us and forgot our real objectives, which led to a strong backlash—not just a backlash and attack from a small group of people, but a chilling whole.”

"What do you think?"

Zhang Anping thought to himself, "I'm just sitting here watching—this is fundamentally a systemic problem. Do you really think it's a matter of big or small?"

"You're right!" Zhang Anping nodded earnestly. "We shouldn't have wasted those first seven days. We were so focused on a bunch of flies that we forgot our real target." "Next time, let's aim straight for the tiger!"

The section chief clapped his hands: "That's right. Next time, we'll go straight for the tigers! After we've dealt with these tigers and intimidated them, we can proceed slowly and deliberately. We must not be too hasty."

The two became more and more excited as they talked, and eventually closed the office door and began to discuss without any reservations how they would deal with these greedy gluttons if they ever got the chance.

As the saying goes, "A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend," and the two men, lost in conversation, completely forgot about the time. It wasn't until Zhang Anping "came to his senses" and pointed to the pitch-black night outside that the section chief realized what had happened.

"It's already so dark?"

Zhang Anping thought to himself: You know it's dark now—just like the Party-state, in this darkness, how can you take down a tiger?
The section chief, realizing his stomach was rumbling, extended an invitation to Zhang Anping:
"Want to grab a casual meal together?"

Zhang Anping waved his hand: "Those two little ones at home have been quite naughty lately. They insist on eating dinner with me. Last time I got home late, they absolutely refused to eat and insisted on waiting for me to come back and eat with them—no, I came to see you this time because I have something else to discuss!"

As Zhang Anping spoke, he gave a wry smile, as if blaming the section chief for delaying his important business. This performance, however, made the section chief burst into laughter.

Zhang Anping in this state is quite interesting.

As Zhang Anping reached into his briefcase, he said:
"Director, I've told you before that I have a close friend who is much older than me..."

"You mean the old master Huang Jianxia?" The section chief chuckled upon hearing this. "I've heard of him too. Old master Huang is still vigorous and full of energy! I've heard that he's been swearing quite a bit lately!"

Zhang Anping deeply agreed:
"That's right, even I couldn't escape."

The section chief sighed, "Hey, the older generation worked so hard to build this empire, how could they not be angry to see it ruined like this?"

Only then did Zhang Anping take out his handwritten proposal, hand it to the section chief, and explain:
"The old man is giving me a hard time. He insists that I be his advisor. He said angrily that if no one else is going to help, then he, this old man, will take charge himself. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and investigate. Do you think this proposal is feasible?"

At this moment, the section chief's gaze was completely drawn to the proposal.

How could the section chief not know about the disaster victims in Xiaguan?

He did try to reach out to the municipal government, but while the government readily agreed, they didn't take any significant action—their only action was to keep urging the public to increase their rescue efforts.

Zhang Anping's proposal, however, offered a practical and reliable solution.

His main suggestion was to rely on the people, but to organize their strength and use "work" to solve the problems of disaster victims.

Moreover, it was extremely "lavish"—the "lavish" in "tycoon" is because the core of Zhang Anping's proposal was to "digest" the disaster victims and turn them into workers.

Such as:
In the name of the Nationalist government, funds were injected into various factories that provided cotton-padded clothes and uniforms to the army, enabling them to expand their production scale and thus absorb some of the disaster victims.
In the name of the Nationalist government, capital was injected into factories that were related to people's livelihoods, in order to enable them to expand their scale and to absorb some of the disaster victims.

In addition, the Nationalist government reclaimed wasteland, purchased farmland, established agricultural companies, and resettled disaster victims.

These suggestions seem... quite ordinary, right?
But what if we consider the previous failed anti-corruption efforts?

The section chief arrested a bunch of people, and as a result, the troops at the front line ran out of winter coats!
The section chief arrested a bunch of people, and now, people's livelihoods... can't be guaranteed anymore!

The section chief arrested a bunch of people, and wow, nobody's selling grain anymore!

Zhang Anping's suggestions in his proposal were clearly aimed at patching up the problems!
The section chief was deeply moved upon reading it.

it is good!it is good!it is good!
"Great suggestion! Great suggestion indeed! By investing in the company under the name of the Nationalist government, even if we can't gain control, we can still have a say. Then... who can stop us from doing this?"

"Great idea! It solves the disaster relief problem and effectively curbs related corruption—it reduces the means those people have to retaliate. Great idea!"

But after his initial sigh, the section chief's expression fell.

why?
money!
Investing, investing, investing—how much capital would that require?

"This money is a big problem!" The section chief looked serious and began to think about ways to raise the money, but as he thought about it, his eyes suddenly widened.

Holy crap, who is this person in front of me?
Deputy Director of the Bureau of Secrecy?
Do not!
He is the key figure in the recent viral "financial management package" meme, and is seen by some as a god of wealth!
"Brother Anping, do you have a good way to make money?"

The section chief was beaming with excitement; he almost forgot that there was a huge sum of money sitting in the Bureau of Secrecy's accounts.

Back then, Zhang Anping used the name of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to leverage a terrifying sum of money.

If this amount of money is added up and doubled slightly, it would reach nearly a hundred million US dollars.

As for why global trade sold over $100 million worth of financial packages as a result, that's none of Zhang Anping's business.

Of this money, only two million US dollars were used by Zhang Anping to establish a special armed force, and the monthly expenses thereafter were less than three hundred thousand US dollars—meaning that Zhang Anping still had a huge amount of money lying in his hands that would make people drool.

Of course, this money is based on the equity of a large number of factories as collateral, and some of these factories are still in the planning stage. In addition, it is associated with the financial portfolios of the four major families, so many people are eyeing it. Zhang Anping is unlikely to take it out.

Zhang Anping smiled reservedly and said:
"Director, we can use future profits as collateral to achieve our goal of cashing out in advance!"

He described the planned operation:
The section chief spearheaded the establishment of a committee, which then used the committee's name to acquire shares and form a company. The company was then used as collateral for future prospects to "cash out" shares and assets from a global trading behemoth.

Of course, usually people don't buy into this, but what if Zhang Anping, this god of wealth, is willing to endorse it?
"Whether it's a factory that's involved in people's livelihoods or a military supply factory that we've invested in, the business will inevitably boom after the investment, and the valuation of the equity will inevitably rise. There is not much risk for foreigners to accept the collateral."

Zhang Anping spoke with great conviction, but the truth is: if foreigners were really that foolish, then they would be the greatest philanthropists!
In fact, Zhang Anping dared to do this because he had the assistance of the "insider" in global trade. He was not afraid that foreign banks would not be fooled. Moreover, because of the "wealth management package" concept, they could package this collateral into a wealth management package and sell it to those greedy and parasitic people who wield money.

As for the fact that Global Trade will definitely be dissolved in a little over a year due to the lawsuit—what does that have to do with me, Zhang Anping?!
After hearing Zhang Anping's words, the section chief was so happy he was practically rolling on the floor.

What a clever scheme to use future earnings as collateral, and to cash out future earnings!
"Okay! I'll do as you say!"

The section chief was overwhelmed with emotion, and disregarding Zhang Anping's earlier mention of his two little ones insisting on eating with him, he grabbed Zhang Anping:
"Come on, let's grab a quick bite and discuss some details. You've made such a big fuss for me, I'd feel bad if I didn't have a proper drink with you!"

Zhang Anping naturally had no choice but to agree.

When fishing, the most important thing is to bait the area.

What he's doing now is still baiting the area, but once the fish gather for the harvest, how will they escape? (End of Chapter)